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.
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
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.
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.
Post by Z inactive alisonblaire on Apr 29, 2016 8:11:06 GMT
Al nearly put on the breaks and got to find out whether or not you could skid across the air on ultraviolet rollerblades. Had some asshat just shouted her name outloud?! Okay. It wasn't just some asshat, it was apparently the royal fucking King of all asshats if the voice was anything to go by. If she'd known what was coming, sure, maybe she could've put on the mute button, but seriously?! What the hell?! She thought she was in good standing with Knight. And the guy seemed smart enough to grasp the whole secret identity concept.
Son of a bi--
Oh. Yeah. Perfect hearing. With any luck the guy hadn't just bellowed her name like he was a football fan jeering at the refs. Hopefully that little name drop hadn't alerted every SHIELD Agent, parazzo and anti-mutant, small-dicked skinheads in the area, otherwise? Yeah, her days of rocking hard, partying harder and being an international celebrity were over. The world was just barely ready for a heavily tattooed, green haired, pierced, gauged up actress. It sure as hell wasn't ready for all those things gift wrapped in a mutant skin suit. People would go apeshit and her friends would be in danger. Hell, that father she never talked to? He'd be in danger, too. And while he was a jackass and they weren't in great standing, she wasn't gonna condemn the guy.
God she hoped that was quiet or at least drowned out by all the other crap.
Doing her thing, she heard some instructions from Knight about stepping back. "Right, haulin' ass an' movin' back. An'... I hope that earlier blurt was quiet, Knight. Otherwise I'll kick your ass up an' down the street." Pushing herself off of ground that didn't exist, she moved back through the sky and watched the VTOL close in and go into a free-dive. In half a beat, the little thing went from firing off guns to smashing against the Leviathan, which seemed to take it out the rest of the way. The scream of the engines, the rat-a-tat-tat of the miniguns, the cry of the sky whale and then the sound of it hitting the ground? All that just generated more noise, and if it were possible she would've been glowing brighter. It didn't seem to be, though, so she was just bleeding off more light like a swelling sun getting ready to nova.
Hearing the other Leviathan moving in, the firefly drained off some of her high-beams and sent a ball of light hurdling toward it and some of the Chitauri flying through the air. This one wouldn't blow them up, but it did get brighter that closer it got until it seemed to blind just about everyone in the air and then fizzled out. It'd help them play interference and give the others a breather, hopefully long enough for them to do what they needed to do. It also gave her enough time to lower herself down and plant her feet on the ground next to Rogue.
"Ask an' you shall receive, Soucom. Just be prepared for what this much noise'll do t'ya." Reaching out, she grabbed Rogue's hand and gave it a quick squeeze.
Anna Marie crap post is crap. sorry, was fighting with Ali muse.
“Yeah… Ah thank Ah like the dress code fer this shindig a bit better, though,” Rogue grinned, glancing down to her new jumpsuit affectionately. It was easily one of the most gaudy things she now owned, but god damn, did she love this thing. Sighing, Rogue swept her gaze across the street, taking in the sight. Atlanteans, Asgardians, and humans were all fighting side by side. It was quite breath-taking, but it just didn’t sit well with her for some reason.
Something deep inside of her ached as she watched a Svartalf fall at the hands of an Asgardian. Was Amalroos out here? Was he okay? God, she hoped he was okay. The concern showed on her face clearly, but she tried to fight it back down, especially as she watched a pair of Svartalfar take down an Atlantean. They were the enemy here. Right? Never mind that the only reason they were probably fighting was due to Thanos. He was the enemy. He was the one who’d kept their people enslaved for so long.
He needed to die.
Rogue waited patiently for the proper response to someone holding their hand out in greeting, but it seemed her patience was in vain. Well, at least he confirmed her suspicion. Letting the hand fall back down to her side, she took a moment to survey the battlefield again. Things were quiet in the very near vicinity, but violence raged on a mere half a dozen yards away in any direction one looked. The sound of a voice drifting out from beneath the stark white cowl tugged Rogue’s attention back to Moon Knight, but whatever he was about to suggest was cut off by the ninja she’d nearly blown up recently.
He seemed to be taking out his anger on a living (albeit urban) legend. God, she was an ass.
“Err… No, Ah ain’t never met him before…” she cringed, shooting a look of apology towards the ninja as she stepped towards him, palms held out in a sign of peace. “Look, dude, Ah’m real sorry about that chariot almost catchin’ ya.” Maybe if he got a heartfelt apology up close, his anger would fizzle and he’d stop being so mean to people who not only hadn’t done anything to him, but who were on his side in this war.
A familiar name being hissed from beside her sent a rush of panic racing down Rogue’s spine. Ali? Here?? Dark eyes widened as she turned to face Moon Knight, skimming the forces surrounding them for the beautiful face of her friend. When none of the faces looked familiar, Rogue frowned. Had it been some kind of trick of sound? Maybe he’d said something else. No, but she was certain he’d said ‘Alison Blaire’. Turning back towards the urban legend, Rogue’s eyes finally followed him to where the bright spot of light was battling the Leviathan and it was her time to hiss as realization sent a sucker punch straight to her gut. “Ali…”
The destruction of the VTOL and death of the Leviathan finally pulled Rogue back to her senses and she leapt forward just in time to avoid a blast from one of the Chitauri weapons. Shouting could be heard echoing in from amongst the ranks of Svartalfar and she paused to consider the meaning as she sent her last blast of flames towards an unlucky Chitauri. Slowly, a grin climbed onto her lips as the word ‘Princess’ hit her ears. She still wasn’t sure if Amalroos was nearby, but Alflyana was rallying the troops.
Rogue whooped out loud despite herself, elation filling her as she watched the Svartalfar turn on their once-allies. “Fuck yeah!” she shouted, punching the air with her fist before diving back into the fray with a renewed vigor. Although she could hold her own with a weapon to some extent, Rogue knew that her true power lay in the power of others. Only her tough training regime with SHIELD and the sudden burst of energy at no longer having to kill the Dark Elves seemed to be keeping her going. Gritting her teeth as Moon Knight arrived and warned her about her flank, Rogue spun and impaled the charging alien.
“Believe me - if Ah could summon more fire, Ah would’a done that already,” she bit back to the armored man. “Ah ain’t a pyro, though,” she grunted, pulling the blade free from the dead Chitauri’s chest. When something landed beside her, Rogue spun defensively, but managed to stop before swinging the glaive in an attack.
“God damn, yer a beautiful sight fer sore eyes,” she breathed. Even if she hadn’t recognized Ali from her flying around like a ball of light, there was only one person in the world who called Rogue ‘Soucom’. Reaching forward, Rogue tossed the glaive aside and snagged Ali’s proferred hand without a second thought. The sensation of her powers kicking in sent a wave of euphoria through the Southern Belle. She could feel her hand beginning to squeeze tighter, trying to trap the energy she was consuming, but she fought it.
The first change was her skin. Light began to bleed out from Rogue, much like it was from Ali’s body. She’d experienced Ali’s powers once before, but it had been a brief thing. Now, though… There was so much power inside of Ali. Rogue shuddered, wrenching her hand away after half a minute of absorbing the rockstar’s energy. When she opened her eyes, the world seemed to clear instantly. It felt as if she’d overdosed on caffeine and adderall all at once.
Inhaling a deep breath as her body stopped tingling, she grinned as the memories of her friend mingled with her own and shot up into the sky like a rocket. Seeing the change in tide of the Svartalfar had given her a rush, but this was far better. She was about ready to burst from all of the energy inside of her if she didn’t let some of it out soon. “Let’s show these assholes who the fuck they’re messin’ with!” she called out to her longtime friend, altering her trajectory so that she was heading straight towards the Leviathan.
Post by z inactive marcspector on May 3, 2016 23:51:22 GMT
As he fought beside the Rogue and tried to keep an eye on the entire area, Marc reflected that this was far and away the most intense conflict he’d ever seen. Warfare had long since evolved past the terribly gory ground rush of troops clashing into the enemy line; he supposed that when you could open up a wormhole right over your enemy’s base of operations, melee weapons regained a measure of effectiveness. He grunted slightly as Blaire levied her truly New York threat at him and stomped down on a Chitauri’s knee, caving the joint in as he wrapped one arm around its head in an almost amusing half-nelson. It looked as though he were about to noogie the alien invader. ”Relax, Blaire.” He sniped. ”In this raucous mess I’m surprised I even heard myself say it."
He twisted the Chitauri’s head around in one motion and splattered anothers’ brains across its fellows with his handgun, glancing back to see a pack of Chitauri scramble over the barricade and into the midst of a contingent of police officers. ”Hey! Swordsman!” He shouted to the bizarre ninja warrior. ”Help them!” He pointed at the cops struggling to get away from the four Chitauri that had breached the barricade. ”Get them out of the b-“
He was cut off before he could finish his statement as a scimitar slammed into his chest and knocked him airborne, putting him hard on his back twenty feet from the nearest barricade and knocking every last breath of air from his lungs and turned his vision red with pain in his side. Ouch. Wheezing as he recovered his breath, he felt along the shallow but quite long groove the scimitar’s blade had left in his armor. His new opponent, a grey-skinned and rather… elven man, seemed to be confused that his strike hadn’t made Marc into half the man he’d been- or, two halves, rather. He got to his feet, patting his carbonadium chestplate thankfully, and gestured smugly at the chipped scimitar blade. The elf seemed to take offense to this; letting out a battle cry, it leapt forward, scimitar held high.
”I’d really rather you not,” Marc replied disdainfully, knocking the scimitar blade aside with the back of his hand and swinging his truncheon for the elf’s head. ”This suit was quite expen-“ Marc paused mid-word as the elf’s face contorted for a moment and his truncheon shattered against an invisible force, inches from the elf’s skull. There was a moment of silence between them as the elf gave Marc an ugly sneer, and Marc glanced between his broken truncheon and his decidedly not broken opponent.
”Hum.” He tossed aside the truncheon and lifted his hands in question to the grey-skinned humanoid before him, as if asking ‘what now?’ ”Well then.” The elf sprang at him again, letting out a hiss, and Marc swiftly jabbed it in the throat, turning its ‘menacing’ hiss into a sound approximate to a man gargling with sand. He slammed the back of his fist into the creature’s skull and pounded his knuckles against the side of its face two more times with his other hand, grabbing it by the collar and holding it in place by his knee as his knuckles cracked its cheekbone. The thrill of physical might tingled in his guts as if he’d swallowed an electric eel before the fight. He fought the urge to continue wailing away… and lost.
His fifth and sixth blows cracked and broke the elf’s nose. His seventh knocked one of its teeth loose. It lifted its hands and Marc swatted them away, punching its jaw hard enough to elicit an audible crack from the yelping creature. Vaguely, Marc was aware of the elf’s fellows retreating, felt it struggling to disconnect itself from his grip, and decided he didn’t care. The Moon Knight did not pull punches. The Moon Knight levied justice and protected the innocent, whatever it took. He wrapped his left arm around the Dark Elf’s neck, leaving its head trapped beneath his arm and its body floundering for purchase in front of him, back arched as it tried to free itself. He locked his armor’s arm joints and began to lift, the very real threat of breaking the elf’s neck going for the moment unnoticed as he liberated its curved shortsword from its sheathe, raising it high, prepared to plunge it down into the elf’s sternum as its spine creaked-
Marc and the elf both glanced over as a battle cry erupted from the Dark Elf forces, the lead soldier roaring forward with a proclamation of hatred for The Mad Titan. Marc didn’t really know who that was, but he watched the elves cleave through the Chitauri forces and glanced down at the elf he currently had trapped in his grip.
”You with them?” He grunted. The elf nodded as vigorously as it could with its neck trapped in Marc’s arm. ”Inclined to join them?”
The elf glanced between Marc and its fellows with wide eyes; Marc noted, with an odd detachment, that one of its pupils had blown, and a corona of oddly colored blood had ringed its iris. ”… Yes.”
Marc released the elf and stood it upright, dusting down its shoulders and returning its sword hilt-first. ”Have fun,” He said flatly. The elf swiped its sword back and took off at what Marc figured was just over top speed to join the pack of its kin diving into battle with the Chitauri. He huffed quietly, turning back to glance at the SHIELD agents behind the barricade, watching him with paled faces.
”What!?” He snapped, irritation biting in his voice. ”Get back to work.” He pointed back in the direction of the Chitauri horde, and dove back in himself, lifting the Dark Elf’s fallen scimitar and cleaving through the closest enemy.
...it hit him harder than any attack had in centuries. Thanos grit his teeth as pain shot through him; pain he had not felt in so long. It was terrible and it gripped his core and ripped a scream from his throat.
Panting in the aftermath of the attack, Thanos gripped his chair tightly. He was injured. Midgard was not the easy target he had thought. He needed to regroup...
Sending out a call for his troops to withdraw home, Thanos' own throne also began an ascent to the skies and beyond. He would return to crush these creatures into submission, but first he needed to figure out how such a useless creature had been able to fight off his hold and injure him.
((Chitauri forces are now retreating, though the dark elves are not going with them, and are instead converging on Concourse. Players still in Ragnarok threads may choose to finish off the Chitauri before they retreat, or simply let them go. Whatever the choice, players should at least have one more round to wrap things up and react to this turn of events. When you're done, notify a member of staff. Thank you.))
Post by z inactive dorma on May 12, 2016 3:19:03 GMT
Moments after she had the thought the calming reassurances of Namor crossed her mind. He was alive. She listened to his assurances that he was fine but he was proud and stubborn. Her definition of fine would be different from his. But he was alive. That would have to do for the time being. Dorma reached out and brushed the minds of the others connected in the web Namor had weaved to see how they reached faired. Battered, bruised, but everyone was still there.
She should feel relief that her people were living; and she did. She also wanted the head of every Chitauri laid before her feet. Surely that was not too much to ask for. Dorma did not think of herself as particularly blood thirsty. As far as the Atlantean Royal family went she was the one who usually stayed behind at the Palace when the combat started, taking in intel and caring for those who sought shelter within it’s walls. She had volunteered to come to the surface and deal with the Chitauri on dryland. By invading Atlantis earlier they made this personal. The fact that her loved ones were continuing to be injured at the hands of these beasts only made matters worse. It did not matter that they had taken this upon themselves to help the surfacers, just as she had.
Dorma took a savage joy in cutting down as many of the Chitauri as she could get her hands on. The Atlanteans which had accompanied her had been well trained and had done much to make their kingdom proud. When they all returned home she would happily sing their praises. Victory would be theirs, she had no doubt of it. But then something strange started to happen, the foul creatures soon began to retreat as fast as their machines would carry them. Dorma frowned. ”Cowards” She shouted after them. As much as she wished to chase after them and take down every single one of the wretched things she knew it wouldn’t be prudent to take chase. She had to be careful of what she asked from her people. Each of them had someone waiting back home for them and it was up to her to make sure they made it back in once piece. As much as she wanted to give chase it would be best to take a step back and plan for the next time they visited.
"I'm a four-year-old? Buddy, only one of us is smashing his toys together, and my only piece of equipment is safe in my hand." Jackson did not like this person - maybe it was just the tension of the entire situation, or maybe his feelings were somewhat warranted. The guy seemed to have something of an attitude on him, but that may have just been Jackson projecting it onto him. In retrospect, it was kind of stupid to assume he knew more about the guy's tech than he did.
Still, the four-year-old comment seemed harsh. It wasn't Jackson's fault he was only born two decades ago.
When Rogue came up to apologize for the chariot crash, Jackson really... Wasn't quite sure what to say. He recognized her from stories about the X-Men, for sure - the white streak in her hair was too familiar a look for him not to recognize. He was a bit flabbergasted to be getting an apology from a full-fledged superhero, and especially one that was so... Well, he wouldn't objectify a woman who could probably kick his ass literally down the street. But he was a bit tongue-tied. "I... Hey, no worries. I came out of it, didn't I? Besides, that's hardly the first time something exploded near me... Tell ya' what, lunch at the X-Men's H.Q. in a week, all's forgiven."
The others all quickly rushed off to rejoin the fight, and Jackson was about to be right behind them, except a white-hot pain shot through his shoulder suddenly. In about a second, the same sort of pain hit him in the back of his knee - a Chitauri had gotten behind him when the others went back into the fight, and managed to stab him in the shoulder, and cut a fancy new gash in his leg. Jackson fell onto his back, the Chitauri standing over him, spear readied for the kill. A shift of his body at the right moment made the spear hit asphalt instead of his head. It also brought the Chitauri within reach for Jackson to sit up and run his sword through the Alien. He pulled the sword out in a slashing motion to cut its chest open and break the spear.
Everything started to fade after that - the buildings were getting blurry, and dark, all around him. He reached a hand up for his shoulder, and pulled it away just in time to see red before he blacked out.
How long he was out, Jackson wasn't entirely sure - all he knew was that when he came back around, he still heard fighting happening all around him. There were even a pair of combatants standing over him, duking it out - one of Rogue's mutant buddies was having a fist-fight with a Chitlian, and holding his own pretty well, from what Jackson could make out in his current state. Still, that didn't mean Jackson couldn't give the guy a hand, right? He squeezed his his sword hand closed, a momentary heart attack at the possibility that he lost his sword passing when he felt the hilt safely in his grip.
Knowing he had his sword, Jackson swung to cut the Chitlian's leg, distracting it long enough for the mutant to get the upper hand in the fight, not that he noticed Jackson's help in that regard. The shinobi stood a bit shakily, all the fighting making it hard to get his bearings on anything in particular. He did catch the Moon Knight guy looking at him though, and then pointing at... Something. When Jackson turned to see what the something was, he saw - the Chitauri that had breached the barricade. Even in his blood-loss addled state Jackson knew that protecting lives was a priority.
As fast as he could carry himself, with the cut on his leg still being so fresh. There wasn't a lot he could do in the form of hand-to-hand combat, though - so all he was trying to do was turn the fight in the police's favor. He went to cut the aliens at the joints to make them slower, then went to break as many of their weapons as he could. He threw elbows here and there with his good arm, but the police were doing most of the work, really. He was going to need a long rest after this fight.
Luckily for him, though, the fight seemed to be over - the Chitauri were all retreating. Jackson certainly hadn't done something impressive enough to cause that, and he was most definitely not the center of the Universe, so something interesting must've happened in some other part of the city, and he missed it. Bummer. But now that the fight was dying down, Jackson was able to let himself drop again - leaning back against part of the barrier that had remained. Before he knew what was happening, one of the officers present was calling for medical assistance for him. Jackson was very far from lucid, but he made his desire to keep the mask on clear, not that anyone present would know who he was anyway.
Within minutes, Jackson was sitting in the back of an ambulance, on painkillers and getting some emergency stitches for his wounds. Lucky for him that the uniform wasn't a onesie - he had the pant leg rolled up so the medics could get at his leg, and his shirt was off to get the shoulder, but his hood and mask stayed on. He deflected whatever attempt was made to get it off despite him asking so nicely for them to leave it - but made sure to do little more than push their hand away. He didn't need them to put him down completely because he was being overly aggressive, after all.
He wasn't sure where the others were, at that point - or if any of them would even remember him by tomorrow. He had to face facts, he wasn't exactly getting much respect since coming to New York. Still, though - Rogue seemed nice enough. Maybe she would remember to come find him and get a time for that lunch?
Post by Z inactive alisonblaire on May 15, 2016 2:26:23 GMT
Did Rogue just shout her name? Oh, son of a bitch--Knight. God damn it. When Knight offered up his defense, Ali let her scoff carry down to him before she gave him a piece of her mind. "Yeah? Well, the cute Southerner seemed t'hear it from that little shout'a my name she did, so thanks a lot, Knight. Remind me 'bout that righteous ass kickin' I delivered." Jerk. Who the flying hell just shouted people's secret identities right out? If SHIELD came busting down her tour bus door, she'd know who to thank. She'd send him a nice little fruit basket.
Following the fight over and down to the Southerner in question, she decided subtlety was pretty damn moot between being outed and the memory-drain that was about to happen.
"Thanks! I try," the rockstar grinned at her friend, damn happy to still see her in one piece. While Ali didn't think she'd take a dive in the last few minutes since she'd actually seen her, this was a grade-a clusterfuck situation, and that meant that she couldn't afford take anything for granted. Even if she felt like a million bucks. Scratch that. Million wasn't enough. She'd had a million. Billion bucks. She was pretty sure she could take the energy she was overflowing with and give the Tony Starks of the world a serious challenge.
Actually, shit. That was an idea. Ever met the guy, besides picking his brain about the whole green energy situation, she could challenge him to a drinking contest. Titan alcoholic to titan alcoholic. See who fell on their ass first.
For a minute there was that decidedly uncool life-sucking thing that came with being exposed to Rogue. Fuuuuuuuuuuu-- this was even worse than she remembered. She felt like she was being pulled apart from two directions, like those poor shits in those medieval capital punishment engravings being drawn and quartered. On the one hand, sound was still coming in, flowing into her with all its euphoric bliss. On the other hand, a vampire of the non-Meyer variety was sucking all the life out of her.
Thankfully this was shorter than the last time, and she recovered fast from the suckage, even if her glow dimmed a bit for a minute to uncomfortable and not straight up blinding levels. Drawing in a quick breath, she readied herself to take flight when she caught Soucom beat her to it. Grinning from ear to ear, Ali laughed. "Way t'go, babe!" She let her voice carry on a current directed straight toward the Southerner, not really processing that her hearing was just as perfect as Alison's right about now.
Taking up into the air as well, she flew toward the last Leviathan so she and Mittens had it at different angles from either side. "Ready??" She asked, forming rings of light over the Leviathan to either hold it in place while Rogue attacked or cut it into sections like a sushi roll. Hadn't decided which just yet. Didn't matter that it and the rest of the Chitauri were turning tail and running. There was no escape. Not when you rolled up and messed with her town.
Anna Marie feel free to take out the last Leviathan/laser off some Chitauri and wrap up the thread or have Jazz wrap it up, depending on his pref.
Rogue’s shoulders rose and fell in a gentle shrug at the… ninja, for lack of a better word, as he assured her there was no harm, no foul. “Ah suppose yer right,” she conceded, not seeing any visible burns in his outfit. That was good. But wait… If she what? Blinking, Rogue took a moment to process what he’d just said. Lunch? A the Mansion? In a week?
Who the hell was this guy??
“Uh… Yeah, that… Okay.” she stammered, obviously taken aback. Did she know him? Maybe he was one of the students. Oh god. Hopefully he wasn’t one of the students. She was far too old for any of those boys. But he’d called it ‘the X-Men HQ’, rather than ‘the mansion’. So maybe he wasn’t a student.
Please be a random citizen.
When Ali alighted near her, Rogue seemed to visibly light up, even before taking some of the rockstar’s proffered powers. She was so happy to see the other woman, Rogue could have reached out and stolen the powers with a kiss. Common decency kept her from doing just that, as well as the fact that they were in the middle of a warzone. No, not here and now. A simple handhold would do the trick nicely, and would allow Rogue to gauge just how affected Ali was throughout the process.
“Ah’ve learned a few new tricks since that time Ah accidentally tried’ta murder ya,” she beamed (literally! She was literally like a beam of light!). Namely, she’d learned discipline. Not in the reprimanding kind of way, but the self variety, which helped her to focus on snagging the important bits of memory in addition to the powers. It wasn’t nearly as easy as she was making it look, but thanks to Sigyn’s patient help, it wasn’t an impossible task in the middle of a battle.
Once Ali was in the air with her, Rogue grinned and nodded an affirmative. “Hell to the yeah! Let’s give ‘it the ol’ razzle dazzle!” Somewhere in the back of her mind, Rogue groaned at the words that had just come tumbling out of her lips. The old razzle dazzle? She saw what she did there, but it didn’t change just how stupid and corny it was. And yet, as she summoned up the rockstar’s offensive powers, she realized she didn’t care just how bad the joke had been.
Rogue could feel her entire nearly vibrating as the sound from all around the battlefield echoed up to her. She vaguely wondered if this is what Ali felt like all the time, but the roar of the Leviathan dragged her back to reality. Speaking of… While Ali formed the rings of death around the beast, Rogue summoned as large of a blast as she could and sent it straight towards the thing’s nose. The two forces collided there in mid-air, Rogue’s attack effectively halting its forward momentum and bashing its face in, while Ali’s rings sliced through it like the biggest sushi roll the southerner had ever seen.
The beast fell - in pieces - and Rogue let out a sigh of relief. There didn’t seem to be any more in the area, thankfully, and word on the ground was that the Chitauri were on the run. She seemed to visibly light up at the prospect of taking them out while they fled and she didn’t even bother hesitating before hurling herself through the air towards the first group.
They were like fish in a barrel, and with all of this sound, she was like an infinitely supplied railgun of light. It was beautiful and wonderful and all kinds of other positive adjectives that made her never want to stop. A sound from one of the nearby ambulances broke through the momentary violent bliss she’d found herself in and Rogue stopped her attack in order to turn back. As soon as she landed at the back of the emergency vehicle, she could feel the energy beginning to fade. She almost turned back to find Ali in order to ask for another hit, but paused. Ali wouldn’t just leave the area without saying goodbye, so she’d have another opportunity shortly.
“Hey… You,” she called into the vehicle, eyeing the masked guy she’d agreed to have lunch with before turning her attention to the EMTs. “Ah ain’t havin’ lunch with a dead guy, so make sure that one gets all bettah, yeah?” The medics gave her a somewhat confused look, but one assured her they’d do the best they could, while the other noted that the ninja’s injuries weren’t life-threatening at this point. “Good. An’ you,” she added, pointing to the young man on the gurney. “Leave yer mask an’ pajamas at home next week. We gotta casual attire rule at the mansion, but not that casual,” she grinned. Shooting him a quick wink, she turned and headed back to find Ali and see to it that the rest of her X-Men were doing okay.