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.
There's not much time to clean up. It's all of a day before the skies cloud over with even more of the attacking aliens, in larger bulk this time. Exhausted and worn as they are, the heroes of the city band together to fight yet again...
The SHIELD Agents on are 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. These have been shared, at this point, with anyone else on the ground with weapons that can utilize them.
A thunderstorm has come in with the arrival of the Atlanteans, filling the air with rain and lightning. The unearthed Reaver ship is in orbit at this point, brought by the Svartalfar on Earth, and battling the enemy ships in orbit.
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Available Enemies:
Chitauri: Garden-variety Chitauri soldiers; the weapon 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 nanites are 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 nanites 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)
Svartalfar: The Dark Elves are superhumanly strong and excellently trained. They will sometimes have various kinetic abilities in addition and carry weapons similar to the Chitauri. (Approx. 100) SEE: ALLIES
Available Allies:
SHIELD Medics: Deployed to assist with the civilians more than anything, they are not particularly useful for fighting.
SHIELD Field Agents: Deployed to help take down the aliens, they are armed with the weapon in their favorite gun, in addition to a close-quarters weapon.
SHIELD Snipers: Deployed to buildings and surrounding areas or in choppers and planes above the battle with long-range weapons, they function as eyes in the sky and long-range gunmen.
Brotherhood Mutants: Morrigan brings with her some of the members of the Brotherhood, who jump into action as protection for their own kind.
New York Police: Armed only with their issued weapons, the police will mainly handle crowd control.
Atlantean Soldiers: Strong physical fighters, they are good at what they do. Atlanteans have ranged energy weapons.
Atlantean Elite: Armored, the Atlantean Elite represent the Empire's best, and they are skilled in a wide array of weapons, from several types of ranged energy weapons to melee weapons. Their armoring makes them considerably more durable than the average soldier, and their experience and skill is unmatched.
Asgardian Warriors: Superhumanly strong and with the occasional magical ability, these are highly-trained warriors with centuries of battle under their belt. Only a small group have made their way to Midgard for this battle, but they have spread throughout the city.
Svartalfar: The Dark Elves are superhumanly strong and excellently trained. They will sometimes have various kinetic abilities in addition and carry weapons similar to the Chitauri. (Approx. 100)
There's thunder in the sky that has been brought along by the arrival of the Atlantean army. Rain is coming at a steady beat, although not a heavy one. SHIELD is all over the area, and they've handed out their nanite-filled bullets to those in the area that prefer such weaponry. The NYPD is on-hand, helping to escort civilians to safety as people are still being dug out of the rubble of the first attack. The flash of the Bifrost was seen in the early pre-dawn hours over Manhattan, heralding the arrival of the Asgardians to the city, at their head travelling Thor and Baldr behind their Father, Odin, who many are in awe of though he does not seem pleased to be there.
It is still early when sirens breach the air, leviathans breaking through the clouds to deliver Chitauri to the ground in another attack, in larger numbers than before. With them are strange creatures of blue and purple skin; the Asgardians identify them as Svartalfar. There are occasional flashes in the sky that one would have to look closely at to discover they are not lightning; the Chitauri motherships are being fired upon by an ancient ship of Svartalfar make.
Behind these alien attackers, and not yet having reached the planet's surface, Thanos comes. His eminent arrival spreads a feeling of doom in the air that cannot quite be pinpointed by those on the ground - yet.
The Bronx was left relatively untouched in the previous attacks, and as such the civilians are not prepared for the army that rains down on them. The aliens land around the East Bronx train tracks, makint their way up towards Jacobi Medical Center where they can do the most damage.
Well, she couldn't say they didn't have one hell of a backdrop for all this. Last time she'd been part of a knock down drag out in a storm like this, it had been against Namor - this time he was helping, but he still had something to do with the storm. Hell, there were Atlanteans taking up positions in the fortifications she'd spent most of the day helping the Army and SHIELD put together, and Asgardians to boot - though only a few of those. Carol stood on the wall of one of those emplacements, blue eyes hard as she watched the Chitauri pour down toward them from the sky. The rain pelted her in the face, wind whipping her hair and her costume's sash even as the weight of the water held them down. Captain Marvel still had a tightly wrapped bandage around her left arm, but that was just going to have to come off in the fight.
The only good thing was that they were as ready as they could be. The civilians might have thought they'd escape this hit, but the NYPD and the other civil services were ready to start the evacuation, and the heavy gun emplacements behind the temporary fortifications could go to work. She knew there were others spread through the city, every superhuman they could get, and everyone who could be trusted with a gun firing nanite bullets. She wanted to get back to her team, but the comms were down, and she knew watching the Chitauri and their new friends pour in that she didn't have time. She was going to have to stand here, with these people, and fight until she could get through to the other Avengers. Hang in there. She had to trust that they'd all make it out alright. They were the best. She had to carry that torch now, at least for the Bronx. Avengers got their work done.
"THIS IS IT! Wherever you warriors came from, we're showing these pricks what a mistake it was to come here. We didn't start this war, but we're gonna finish it!" Her cowl unpacked and locked down over her face, and she held a hand out, fingers tight, palm flat, watching as the alien chariots came into range, then...
"FIRE!" The human guns opened up, pouring heavy caliber rounds into Chitauri, shattering chariots with pure kinetic force while a handful of SAMs detonated amidst the invaders, the fragmentation missiles blasting great holes in the incoming formations. Atlantean energy weapons lit the sky, lances of blue fire striking down targets with uncanny accuracy, but... It wasn't going to be fast enough. Too many of them. This was going to get up close and personal. Fine - Carol did her best work in the proverbial knife fight.
After adding her own golden fire to the blasts at the incoming threats, Carol cut her energy attack off, turning to a Chitilan that leapt for the barricade walls and meeting it with a right cross that sounded like one of the storm's thunderbolts, sending it flying more than a block clear of the barricade before it crashed down, dead. She spun then, seeing one of the more colorful Svartalfar going for some of the human soldiers, and she caught the male soldier by the arm.
"Don't think so." The elf, frighteningly fast, twisted and somehow broke her grip, forcing Carol to pull back to avoid the razor edge of its sword. When it pressed the attack though, she caught the sword hand by the wrist, squeezing until she heard popping bones, and when it shouted its defiance at her in a tongue she didn't recognize, her free hand decked it full in the face. It went limp, and she threw him to the ground past the barricade before she took off into the sky above the emplacement, working to keep herself clear of the gunfire as she fought to take down as many of the ones the guns were missing as she could. She'd been training for a war since she was eighteen - she'd just always pictured herself in a jet when that day came, not smashing superpowered aliens with her own bare (and also superpowered) hands.
@katiepop -- You're up, Hawkeye. I didn't know where everyone is going to be, so I assumed that to start at least, Carol's alone at her fort. There were several emplacements built across New York during Phase 3, at Captain America's orders, FYI everyone.
She was a bit sore, and definitely exhausted having been tossed on a plane to go back to New York, once DC seemed to be under control. Kate caught a couple hours sleep on the plane though, and managed a cat nap before someone jostled her. They were tossed into Quinjets and off to the Bronx they went. She was still exhausted, but at least she had managed some rest. Rubbing her face, Kate tightened her gear to her when they landed and headed out to the street, meeting up with some of the already on ground agents and officers that had requested some back up.The rain would so not help her be all Hawkeye like, but it would have to do for now.
It didn’t take long before she heard the rapids rounds of fire start and she and a couple of the others that were on the plane with her were ushered off to go help how they could. She drug the talkative, yet seemingly nervous gal who’d sat with her on the plane with her. “Darcy, right?” Kate asked, leaning in close so she didn't have to yell over all the commotion.”Look, stick close to me and I’ll try to make sure we don’t die.” The best she could offer, given the circumstances. Drawing an arrow, she kept it against the bow, ready to draw and fire at any moment. “You’ve got a gun on you right?”
She hoped anyways. Heading towards the sound of the gunfire wasn’t her usual instinct, but it meant there were others already over there. Kate drew and fired on one of the chariots flying overhead, setting off the exploding tip and dragging Darcy behind her to tuck against a wall, to be out of the way of falling debris. Oh boy this was going to be a long ass day.
Beside her Kate saw one of the bodies of… well she wasn’t actually sure what go flying into the wall. She thought it was a Chitauri… but maybe it was one of the bigger ones. “Uh… yeah. That way.” Nodded the archer, grabbing Darcy’s sleeve to head in the direction of the one who did the throwing. “Okay do it doesn’t look like you need a hand, but it’s probably the best place for us.” She called towards Carol, pulling another arrow and watching her take off into the sky. Well that may come in handy. Firing the arrow at one of the oncoming chariots, she let the electricity in that one fry the mechanics of the thing and watched it go haywire before colliding with a building and explode.
Lack of sleep was nothing new for Darcy Lewis. She’d been a full-time student for years now. Sleep certainly hadn’t been what got her through the first round of college, when she’d pursued her degree in Political Science. It also wasn’t helping her navigate the immensely exhausting SHIELD Academy. All those years of long nights spent pouring over books were coming in handy now. The sun had only just begun to poke its head over the horizon - or so she assumed it would have been given the time on her phone, were there not a massive thunderstorm over the city. Despite that fact, she was as wide-eyed and bushy-tailed as one could expect a professional college student to be.
After Tony found her at the NYPD precinct, she’d finally managed to get to a SHIELD facility. The buzz around HQ was that there’d be another wave. As a Communications student - yes, that’s right, student - she wasn’t required to participate on the front lines. But the situation was damn near dire, and they weren’t going to turn down volunteers, especially when they came with more than a few hours logged in the shooting range.
Hours later, Darcy finally got wind of her assignment. She was going to be heading out to the Bronx, it seemed. One of the Avengers (someone named Carol Danvers?) had helped set up an emplacement out there, but they needed more bodies to fill it and keep things running. Decked out in the heaviest clothing she’d ever worn in her life, she boarded the Quinjet, her SHIELD-issue boots thudding lightly on the ramp. They were new and a bit snug, but she hoped the extra pair of socks helped to keep any blisters from forming if this attack went on for any decent length of time.
Adjusting the tactical vest on her torso, Darcy flopped down into the bucket seat beside a young woman with dark hair, offering a tiny smile that she hoped seemed brave. Or maybe encouraging. Or.. hell, she didn’t know. This was only her second major extraterrestrial disaster. And the first had only consisted of one enemy. Granted, that one enemy had destroyed half of a New Mexican town, but in the end, it hadn’t been more than Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three could handle.
Shit. Where were those guys?
Aside from Tony, and now this Carol Danvers person, Darcy hadn’t heard much on any of the other Avengers. Thor hadn’t answered her text message, but that wasn’t entirely unlike him. Jane had said he wasn’t with her across the pond at whatever research facility she was currently making her scientific bitch. Hopefully he’d show up in time to help kick some ass here on Earth. Otherwise, well… Well, she didn’t really know. This attack seemed ominous, like it was going to be bigger than the one yesterday, and bigger than the one a few years ago. Needless to say, Darcy didn’t have a good feeling about it.
“Yeah. Darcy Lewis, Communications. Kate, yeah?” she responded, holding her hand out towards the archer. A look of pain seared across her face as she extended her arm, and she grit her teeth as she realized just how badly her arm still hurt from that damn spear yesterday. Both eyebrows shot up at the girl’s question, and Darcy glanced down to the holstered gun at her right hip. “Nope. This thing’s just for show,” she grinned, patting the weapon gently.
Tucked inside the chamber were a number of the nanite bullets Tony and Agent Morse had concocted. Even more of the specialized ammo rest in pockets on her vest and attached to her belt. All the alien-killing weapons aside, honestly the thing that made her feel the safest at the moment was the taser strapped to her left leg. It was similar to the one she’d used to amp that mutant up yesterday (Asher, right? Yeah, that sounded right…), but this one wasn’t simply for close-quarters. She’d even brought spare clips for it.
While Kate kept them covered from up top, Darcy pulled out her nanite pistol and focused on protecting the archer’s back (six, she mentally corrected herself). The aliens dropped considerably faster when pumped full of anti-Chitauri lead, and for that she was eternally grateful. Seriously, she could kiss Tony for his help in creating this ammo.
Maybe if she got out of this alive, she would… again.
“Our superiors at SHIELD suggested we come help keep things running.. smoothly.. out here…” she trailed off, watching the woman (Was that a woman under the armor? Oh, yeah, the suit had boobs. Had to be a woman. Oh! That must be Carol Danvers - Avenger!) take off into the air like a rocket. Gathering her wits, Darcy clambered up and behind the wall, easing herself between a pair of NYPD officers. “So… What can we do to help?” she asked, offering the men around her as bright a smile as she could manage while soaked to the bone in the middle of a damn warzone.
One day - it wasn't much, but it was all the time that Stephen needed. The initial attack had ended, but Stephen felt somewhat wary to begin helping with the clean up. Somehow the fight felt as though it was over far too easily; the last battle of New York only lasted one day, and the very idea that a second attack would last just as long seemed too far-fetched, even for the master of magic. So he and Wong had returned to the Sanctum, and Stephen had consulted the Orb of Agamatto, turning its gaze out into the blackness of space as he had done several times before. There was indeed a second wave of Chitauri moving towards the planet, along with some new foes that Stephen recognized to be Svartalfar from Norse legend. But his heart sunk as he moved towards the back of the fleet, and through the eye felt a presence that held aspirations of great power. The Mad Titan, Thanos, was coming to Earth.
The hours between then, and the arrival of the Chitauri, Stephen spent meditating - once more drawing upon all the magical energies natural to Earth that he could. He would need his power if he wanted to hold back this latest wave of Chitauri, and possibly even Thanos himself. The Earth would need powerful heroes to be able to combat him, so once Stephen was fully recovered (at least, as far as his energy went) from the previous day, he looked through the Orb once more. He saw Namor at the zoo in the Bronx - he would be fine on his own; Stephen was sure of that much. Asgardians all showed up together, so they would likely pair off, and even if they didn't, an Asgardian would be a force of nature on their own. He settled on Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel - herself a force of nature, but perhaps vulnerable to being overwhelmed by sheer numbers. That was where he would go.
He stepped away from the Orb, turning to see Wong - still in a similar condition from the end of the fighting yesterday, and yet wielding his sword, ready to fight. "You are not going out there alone."
"I will not be alone - I'm going to assist one of the Avengers. Besides, someone needs to stay here - we both know that this wave is larger, and that a great power approaches with it. If I am to fall in battle, you need to find Wanda... And if the worst has come to pass, someone other than Wanda, to replace me. Whatever happens today, the world needs a Sorcerer Supreme - and that Sorcerer Supreme is going to need you."
Wong looked conflicted, his face contorting with the inner conflict for several moments before he bowed his head in agreement. Stephen pursed his lips, before lifting a hand to rest on Wong's shoulder, the sorcerer giving his faithful assistant a warm smile. "In case I do not return - thank you, Wong. For all of your help these past months, and most of all... For being a friend."
Stephen fought back some tears that threatened to escape him, before he turned to move towards the center of the room, ready to use the Eye to move into the Bronx. Before he could, though, a hand grabbed his wrist, and Wong pushed the sword into Stephen's grip. "You will need to conserve your energy... Stephen."
Stephen nodded, giving his friend one last glance before bringing a hand up to the Eye, willing it to carry him to his destination and to where Captain Marvel was fighting back the Chitauri. In seconds, and with a flash of golden light, Stephen was transported - he floated above the defenses put up by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the local police. The fighting had already begun, and the storm that Namor had brought made the Cloak heavy - though it still flowed as though it was dry.
He knew he had to warn Major of the impending threat, but he couldn't leave these protectors of the innocent alone, either. Stephen lowered himself, drawing the sword and using his levitation to move through the ranks of the Chitauri - they'd already shown that they were remorseless, so Stephen had less qualms about cutting them down now than he'd had during the initial strike. But while his body moved through the Chitauri, and fought them with what seemed to be his full attention, he sent part of his attention elsewhere.
An astral projection of Stephen appeared alongside Carol, floating upright along with her wherever she went. His arms were crossed behind his back and under his cloak, as if this were a typical, casual thing to do during such an invasion. The projection's lips moved in-sync with words, echoing somewhat, that seemed to come from within Carol's own thoughts. "Major Danvers - a pleasure to see you again, despite the circumstances. I can tell you're very busy, but should you have a moment, I would like to coordinate with you. A major threat is on the move towards the planet, and you are one of the few who might be strong enough to face him. The sooner we put an end to this attack, the better."
Stephen brought his full attention back to his current situation, finding that he'd subconsciously flown a bit higher to avoid the Chitauri. Given this position, he looked over the battlefield, spotting Atlantean and Asgardian warriors that had also joined the fighting. They clashed with the Chitauri and Svartalfar alike, and Stephen narrowed his eyes as he assessed the situation. Today was going to be a long day.
Shadows pool on the ground, forming an inky, tendriled mass. They go unseen for too long, the fight on the ground and the sky taking total focus. In an instant, the shadow spikes, forming a massive pillar that falls like a cloak from a dark elf figure. With a wave of the hand, the falling shadow forms a spike and collides into the side of Jubilation, cracking ribs and piercing flesh.
((Jubilee should have problems fighting for an extended period, and will only be able to participate for the next three weeks of the event before her injuries overwhelm her/force her to retreat.))
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Post by Z inactive aidenfelidae on Apr 4, 2016 4:50:03 GMT
I'm Fine in the Fire
I Feed on the Friction
I'm Right Where I Should Be
Don't Try and Fix Me
Aiden couldn't say he'd ever imagined himself fighting off the alien threat. He was pretty far from anything resembling a hero, and he'd always figured it was something he could leave up to the real good guys. But a number of them had been injured or were worn out from the first battle, and he didn't trust that their remaining forces would be enough to take on the larger second wave. Seemed he wasn't the only one who'd had the idea, either, judging by the odd skin colors and armor pulled right out of a fantasy novel that some were wearing.
He could've cared less about most of the civilians, but if the world's heroes fell, there wouldn't be much standing between Thanos and the Earth. And dammit, this was his world too. He couldn't keep on screwing with it if the aliens blew it all up. So for the lack of another planet to skip to, he supposed he'd protect this one for once. He had spent most of the day before pouring over weapon blueprints in preparation for the battle--might as well put the efforts to good use.
He'd had the guns in his hands since before he got close to the fighting, having parked his bike a fair distance away to try and keep it from getting shot to pieces by the aliens. Much as he would've loved to go with something extra powerful, he'd sooner not break his wrists trying to dual wield them, so he'd opted for a couple of modified Glock 17's instead. Extended magazines, full-auto, and with a decent sized knife stuck to the end of each one for good measure. Though they were possibly illegal and would've been way too expensive to actually make, Aiden only hoped they'd be enough to make up for not being able to conjure the special ammunition SHIELD was handing out. He'd have to learn more about it to see if he could replicate it, and the middle of a battle wasn't the best time to do that. But he guessed if he put enough holes in the enemy, they'd die just like near everything else did, no matter what sort of bullets he used.
And while he'd never fought in a team before, he figured a powerful sorcerer and an Avenger were probably better allies than most, so long as they didn't try and throw him in jail when the fighting was done. They probably stood a better chance against the Leviathans than most, too, since small arms weren't gonna do much of anything against the huge beasts. Which left him to focus on.. everything else. Seemed to be plenty of smaller aliens to go around, the nearest group of which was quick to fall to a few well placed rapid-fire rounds in each of their upper bodies--about a half-dozen of them, it looked like. He didn't bother counting before heading further into the battlefield, surprised to find the "sorcerer" fighting more like a samurai. Aiden hadn't even been aware Strange knew anything about swordplay. If not for the fact the doctor was levitating, Aiden might've worried his magick was on the fritz.
"Hey Doc', what sorta numbers are we looking at here?" He called up to the man, figuring he had a better vantage point where he was hovering above most of the forts and barricades. The Leviathans in the distance were easy enough to spot, but the Chitauri and Svartalf were another story--as were their allies on the ground.
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As the battle rages on, a murmur starts up amongst the Dark Elves, spurred by the arrival of a lone warrior. The squadron retreats from combat with their current foe as the word spreads throughout the ranks. Just when it seems they’ve stopped fighting for good, one warrior bursts forward, sword raised “For the Princess!” he shouts, the Allspeak letting his words ring clearly for everyone in the area. “Down with the Mad Titan!” His voice is joined by others as the squadron charges back into the fray, viciously hacking down the Chitauri in the area.
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Carol glanced up just in time to see one of the Chitilan diving down toward her, having leapt from one of their chariots, clearly intending to smash into her with its bulk. Carol wasn't like a lot of human fighters, though - pilots never forgot to look up. She dodged to the left and dug her fingers into its armor plating as she did, then spun it around once before she let go and sent it flying into the wall with a sickening crunch. She snapped a hand up next, blasting through another chariot with a blast from her fingertips, and dropped down to the ground when the dark haired archer called out to her.
"You know, your schtick is kinda familiar..." she pointed out, taking a moment to catch her breath, then looking over the pair of them. Seemed like SHIELD gear, so... She lifted her hand in a momentary salute. "I'm Captain Marvel, with the Avengers. We'll take all the help we can get. The plan is to hold this line, keep them away from the civilians. Love to stay and chat, but you know, got some visitors to introduce myself to." She dropped her hand, then launched back into the air, trailing a streak of golden fire as she did.
Smoothly. Right.
Carol angled straight for the nearest chariot once she was back in the air, spotting two that were coming in at too low an angle for the guns. She went straight at the first one, drawing back her fist and slamming it down on the nose of the machine. The impact pitched the front down hard, actually throwing the batch of Chitauri soldiers off the back, while the pilot was knocked free too - though he wound up caught on the umbilical line that connected him to the thing. Carol ignored him, instead catching the tumbling craft and tearing the pilot section from the rear chariot. The latter part she turned and hurled like an oversize discus into the second of the oncoming chariots, knocking it from the sky, then she took the rest (poor pilot Chitauri still dangling helplessly) and drove it into the ground on top of a pair of advancing Chitilans.
The Avenger was back in the sky a second later, firing blasts from both hands into the chariot's alien drive until it exploded, the blast scattering the small crowd of Chitauri that had been accompanying the now-crushed Chitilan creatures. Which was about the time Stephen's freaky astral skype call came through. "What the-" Carol juked to the side, thinking initially it was some kinda Svartalfar magic, but when she saw who it actually was she almost groaned.
"Doctor Supreme - Do you HAVE to call like this? You know this is how literally no one else does it. Nice to see you too I think, but you do seem to have a knack for showing up when things are a mess." Deciding the city could just try and bill her when this was all over, Carol grabbed a streetlight pole and tore it free from the bolts that held it into the concrete, after which she used the thing like a colossal baseball bat, whacking a pair of Chitauri pilots clean off their chariots.
At his comment about 'the sooner the better', the pilot could hardly keep from being incredulous. "Ah, yeah that's the plan. Wouldn't mind having you here if you can make it, I'm near East Tremont and White Plains, if your magical call system doesn't come with a locator."
Just for show. Awesome. Kate hated those words actually. Personally, if they weren’t going to use it, why give someone a gun? She had one, and she was going to have to use it sooner or later, so however it worked out, she was at least going to have to use it. Which was nerve wracking now that she thought about it, actually. Kate didn’t really like gun, and was a decent shot with one, but they were, nor would they ever be, her first choice. Thankfully, she also had one hell of a stockpile of the modified arrow heads with the poison stuff from Stark, and Bobbi Morse. “Okay, just whatever you do, if you have to aim it, not in my direction, okay?” The very last thing she actually wanted was to get shot, though she had a feeling it was going to happen eventually. That was kind of part of the job, wasn’t it?
“Yeah, I get that a lot.” She grinned. That seemed to be the point according to Clint, anyways. Not that she’d seen him since this whole mess started. Hopefully he wasn’t down and out for the count yet. That would suck a lot. ”Aye, aye cap’n.” Kate nodded, as the Avenger took back off to the sky. At least she was willing to accept the help. Glancing around for a good vantage point to get a better view and take out some more of the ground troops, Kate found a building that was missing a corner and left open a couple of rooms, it was a couple stories up and she’d have to find a quick way up there.
“Hey Darcy!” Kate ducked back down to point up at the broken building. “I’m heading up there, think you can cover me while I go?” She had an idea. And it was going to hurt, probably. But it was quick. Thank you Clint Barton for your ridiculous contraptions. Sometimes. Digging out one of her arrows, she attached the cord at the end to her belt. Hopefully (and since the design carried Clint’s weight) it would hold her while she climbed the bricks to get up to the open ledge. Wouldn't take her long, so long as she didn’t get shot in in the meantime. Getting the okay from the other woman, Kate took off so she was closer, and fired the arrow off into the ceiling of the floor she was going to. Then she tucked her bow over her shoulder and used the bricks on the corners to climb. Just like rock climbing. Shouldn’t be too hard.
One of the chariots fired and it connected with part of the building under her feet, and she lost her footing, slipping slightly, before pulling herself a bit higher to find another spot to use. This is actually a stupid idea. Why did she think of this? Oh yeah, cause it was quick, and she didn’t need to bother the Captain.
Getting off the corner of the building and up to the floor, Kate hunkered down for a minute to detach herself from the rope and stand close to the edge to see. Tapping her comms, she gave Darcy a thumbs up. “Alright, here’s the view from what I can see here, we’ve got a squad of Chitauri about two blocks up straight from our position, and we’ve got a flying whale thing about ….four blocks East, coming our way, and some of the…. Svart….something? The blue alien things that are helping us, apparently? There’s a group of them about four blocks up from our spot. They seem to be getting civilians off the street.
Pulling an arrow from her quiver, she aimed for the Chitauri heading their direction, and fired, to take out the one who seemed to be leading them.
Did nobody appreciate sarcasm these days? Judging by the girl’s tone, Darcy guessed she was either way too stressed out from the looming battle, or just not a naturally humorous person to begin with. Pity. Frowning at her misfortune, Darcy trotted alongside the archer, whose name, she realized, she’d yet to get. Double pity.
“I know how to use a gun,” she piped up after a moment of awkward silence. She’d thought about keeping her mouth shut this once, but for once, she figured this wasn’t something that should be kept silent. The last thing she needed was this Hawkeye wannabe to get distracted in the middle of the battle because she was afraid Darcy would shoot her. She may not be an Operations level of a marksman, but she’d logged more than her fair share of hours at the range. “It was a joke. You know… Ha ha.”
Meeting Carol Danvers was surprisingly less awe-inspiring than Darcy thought it would be. She’d heard the hype, but despite the flying and the golden beams of light shooting out of her fists, she seemed… like a typical soldier. But hey! Humor! Finally! Darcy’s mouth spread out into a grin as she watched the Avenger take off, and chuckled quietly. “I like her.”
As Carol disappeared back into the fray, Darcy turned her attention to the plan. Hold the line. Save the civilians. (Save the cheerleader. Save the world.) Seemed simple enough. Finding a decent vantage, Darcy unholstered the gun she was totally certified to wield, and got to work thinning out the herd. She vaguely noticed a dude in a cloak levitate down nearby, a sword in his hands as he hacked his way through another group of the aliens. Apparently the threat of total annihilation brought out all kinds. As long as they were here to help, though, she had no qualms with the mutants and their ilk. Hell, if she was honest with herself - and she always was - she was jealous of them.
Darcy turned at the sound of her name being shouted above the din of battle, and her dark orbs finally alighted on the archer girl. She blinked a few times as she worked to process what the girl was asking, but nodded and headed over to do as asked. Taking a stand on a semi-sturdy pile of rubble, she put herself behind a large slab of upturned concrete to give the aliens less of a target while she peppered them with nanite bullets.
There wasn’t much Darcy could do against the chariot as it passed by, but she took a few pot shots at it nonetheless. The nanite bullets pinged off the body of the vessel harmlessly, and Darcy frowned. Her frown disappeared, replaced by a look of pain as she felt something collide with the side of her head. Pain flooded her senses and she stumbled backwards in order to avoid a second hit from whatever had landed a blow on her. Blinking past the crimson seeping into her right eye, she vaguely noticed her gun missing from her hands and scrambled backwards just in time to avoid a swipe from the blade of a Chitlian’s spear.
In its arrogance, she guessed it had struck her with the pommel first. “More like stupidity,” she grumbled to herself, snagging the taser from where it was lashed to her leg. Skittering back a few more feet, she took aim at its left hip and pulled the trigger. The beast spasmed for a few seconds as the electricity arced through its mostly cybernetic body, and as soon as she saw it slump, she cut the power. “Asshole.”
Disconnecting the used cartridge, she quickly replaced another one at the end of the weapon. “The Svartalfar,” Darcy murmured over her comms as the archer’s tongue failed to say it properly. Hanging out with an Asgardian on a semi-regular basis certainly had its perks. And hey - just because she knew how to pronounce Mjolnir, didn’t mean she ever intended to stop calling the hammer Mueh-mueh.
“Are you good up there?” she asked, finally managing to find her pistol from where it had clattered to the ground during the scuffle. Everything seemed to be fine on the weapon, but she took the magazine out and ejected the chambered bullet just to as a precaution. The last thing she needed was the damn thing to jam in the middle of her next encounter. Once the magazine was back in place, she slowly worked her way back to an easily defensible spot.
Her head was throbbing. The smell of blood filled the air around her, though that was probably because it was running down the side of her face. Wiping some away to clear her vision, she leaned against a slab of asphalt and lifted her gun. When the world was at stake, a SHIELD Agent’s job was never done. But it sure would be nice if the world could be… y’know… not at stake.
"Captain, just where do you think I am now?" Those were the Sorcerer's final words to the woman before refocusing himself on his physical form, just in time to hear someone calling for him. Of course, 'Doc' was a pretty general term, and Stephen wasn't exactly in the limelight of the superhero world, as it were. The Captain had a point when she said that he only seemed to show up at particularly chaotic times, but that was very much the description of his responsibilities. He protected the world from cosmic threats - the Chitauri, the Svartalfar (though they seemed to have changed sides), and Thanos were very much cosmic threats.
All that being said, Stephen wasn't so sure why this young man's attention was on him, or how he even knew of Stephen. Still, the boy seemed to be fighting the Chitauri as much as any of them - it couldn't hurt to coordinate with his allies, could it? "The numbers fluctuate too frequently to say for certain - save for the Leviathans, of which there are three in this area. Once they are eliminated, the Chitauri will likely retreat, or lose enough of their drive that they'll be easier to deal with."
He didn't stay long after that, taking off into the air after Captain Marvel. His astral form seemed to make her uncomfortable, and what he had to say was too important to be overshadowed by Major Danvers' own discomfort. He found her soon enough, just where she said she was - although he hadn't needed the specific address, given how... Noticeable she was. The sword in his hand made its way through several more Chitauri as Stephen approached the Captain - his magic would be saved for the Leviathans, and the Mad Titan that controlled them afterwards.
Despite his desire not to use his magic, some power was required - he had a certain grip on the blade with his own hand, but as they had been so damaged in his accident, they were not as useful as they once were. Part of Stephen's energy went to a telekinetic hold on the sword, keeping it from being knocked out of his hand, as well as allowing him a greater measure of control over the weapon than even the most trained swordsman might have. Soon enough, he was at the Captain's side, plunging the sword through the heart of one of their enemies. "Apologies for being so impersonal before, Major Danvers. Time was of the essence, and I fear that my message was lost in my urgency to speak with you. You are one of the most powerful people on the planet, and you need to know what is coming - all of this, the Chitauri, the Leviathans, even the Svartalfar; they are nothing, save pieces in a grander being's game of chess. Humanity is the opposing player in this scenario - and you are one of its most useful pieces."
He chanced a spell towards one Chitauri that was moving on the Captain - a simple spell of fire from one of the realms his position dealt with, not requiring any sort of incantation to perform. He looked to Carol with an extreme amount of gravity, not quite sure how to say what he wanted to without offending the woman with a warrior spirit. He sighed, deciding it was best to get it done quick, like a band-aid. "Whatever happens, you must not put yourself at risk of serious injury - I understand the need to fight, but the Earth cannot afford for you to sacrifice yourself. Thanos is a being of immense power - if you should fall before he arrives, the Earth will be without one of its most powerful, and most capable."
Would she listen? If Stephen had any understanding of the Captain, no, probably not - but his concerns had to be voiced, just in case. He worried about the Mad Titan's arrival, but that arrival would be far worse should Thanos still have a bulk of his forces to command. This conflict had to be ended, or at least diminished soon; whatever happened, Stephen was prepared to die defending the Earth. Even if he could not prevent the Earth's destruction, or total conquering, he knew that the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme would live on, in one way or another. That was all he needed to know.
Her fingers sparkled as she surveyed the scene before her, her mind working slower than usual thanks to the fatigue from the preliminary battle only a few days ago. Suddenly a stabbing in her side had her crying out in surprise and pain. She swayed for a moment, her head swimming as she tried to process what had just happened.
Jubilee pressed a hand to her rib cage feeling the warm blood trickle out of her. The thick liquid coated her fingers and she couldn't help but stare at her now shiny and red digits. The intense pain finally washed over her and she stumbled forward a few steps, holding her hand over her wound attempting to staunch the blood flow. Her free hand sparkled once more, weak blasts being flung toward the incoming invaders, missing their marks.
Jubes moved as quickly as she could, which in all honesty wasn't very fast, attempting to seek cover before she was attacked again. She slumped against an alley wall, her head dipped back against the cool bricks. She'd been stabbed, that much she knew, and the wound was deep. The pain that had repeatedly come and gone as she breathed was a sign she had at least two broken ribs. She bent forward slightly and exhaled painfully, coughing a little and spraying the dirty asphalt with specks of blood. Internal bleeding, though that was a given.
How the hell was she going to get herself out of this one? She was next to useless with injuries this bad. But she had to try something, anything. Get herself to safety, maybe help just one person who was worse off than her. Jubilee gritted her teeth, shrugging her bloody jacket off and rolled it up into as tight as a sausage roll she could. She held the wadded denim to the hole in her side, wrapping the sleeves around her waist and securing them in a knot as tightly as she could with her shaking hands. The makeshift tourniquet helped to slow the flow of her blood, and after a moment she stuck her head out of the alley, looking for her opportunity to flee.
TAG: Z inactive aidenfelidae so yeah if someone wants to help her that's cool. she'll be taken out of the fight completely in the next round.
Post by Z inactive aidenfelidae on Apr 15, 2016 11:40:46 GMT
I'm Fine in the Fire
I Feed on the Friction
I'm Right Where I Should Be
Don't Try and Fix Me
Well, that wasn't very helpful--especially since the Leviathans were just a little beyond his capabilities. If he could conjure up something as destructive as a rocket launcher? Maybe. Sadly, he couldn't, and he didn't think pistols and knives were gonna be too helpful against a beast that large. Harry Potter and Supergirl were more suited for opponents that size. Which left him to deal with the Chitauri--since it sounded like the dark elves had switched sides. For now, anyways. Aiden had more experience than most with just how easily allegiances could change.
There were civilians to help too, he supposed.. But that really wasn't Aiden's style. The last thing he wanted was any helpless kids or frantic parents clinging to him, expecting him to protect them. There were plenty of others willing to help those who were too weak to help themselves. Let them take on the boring task of dragging people away from the fighting. Killing aliens was far more fun.
And more painful, he was reminded, as a stray bullet nicked his shoulder while he was watching Strange fly off to catch up with the Marvel woman. Briefly clenching his teeth at the flash of pain, Aiden shrugged it off and sighed. It still hurt, of course, but it was a flesh wound a hardly enough to put him out of commission; he just needed to stop the bleeding. So, tucking one of his guns into the crook of his elbow, Aiden stepped behind an upturned vehicle so he could tear off a piece of his sleeve and wrap it around the wound. He'd probably have to give it a few stitches later, but it'd do for now.
Quickly forgetting the wound, Aiden turned his attention back to the battle, scanning the streets and trying to judge for himself the aliens numbers. Losing interest after the first dozen, he rolled his eyes and picked out the nearest group of Chitauri, emptying the magazine of one of his pistols into the hood of the truck beside them, other arm lifted to shield his eyes from the following explosion. "Hope their car insurance covers Acts of Mutant," he chuckled, ejecting the now empty magazine just so he could materialize a new one. Luckily, bullets counted as weapons just as much as the guns did, and they were far less complicated to put together in his head.
400 words || Bah, short post is short. Someone should team up with Aiden so he has more to do.|| @capmarvel , @katiepop , Darcy Lewis , @drstrange , @jubilee
"Does it matter? You always seem to be teleporting places." Carol called back, though Strange's floating head disappeared after that, leaving Carol to 'refocus' on punching the shit out of the Chitauri that kept coming down the street. Their laser blasts glanced off her, partly absorbed and partly deflected by the toughness of her alien-hybrid skin, and while the impacts did smart (to put it mildly), at this point in the fight Carol was past letting them affect her. She flew into the teeth of the oncoming attack, lighting the bastards up with everything she had while they were at range, and slamming her fists through the ones who made it in close.
A Chitilan leapt from a chariot above to come down atop her, but Carol looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of it, and punched her fist clean through its mechanical chest, letting out a roar of fury as she spun and threw it clear - and about half a mile distant. She ignored the black blood staining her glove, clenching her fist again and dropping back to the street, where another pair of the monsters met their end when she kicked an already-damaged Mercedes hard enough to pin them both against a bus, crushing the life from them.
She wheeled then on another threat, but it seemed to grow a sword blade before she had a chance, and she relaxed slightly, turning instead to blast another threat when she caught sight of the Doctor. "Flattering as this all is...?" she said when he paused, but she didn't have a lot of time to be impressed about the sudden blast of fire, instead turning to put a beam of light through one that seemed ready to shoot at him, returning the favor before he went on.
"Well the plan is sure not to let myself get taken out of this fight, Doctor - but as long as it keeps up like this, I'm not going to be able to break away to get anywhere else. And where is this Thanos character anyway? Comms aren't getting through to Cap or anyone else, can that magic hologram spell get to any of the others?" She wasn't sure what to make of what he was saying - was she really at all that crucial? If so, she was really once again going to need to have a stern chat with Thor about the timing of his vacations.
"So if you want me to save my big punches, any chance you have something in the spellbook for dealing with those?" Carol asked, extending a hand to point toward the massive leviathan coming down out of the sky toward them. "Because I gotta tell you, I have to punch those things awful hard to make a dent."
