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 God Loves, Man Kills - Bring Them Home, Tag: Iceman, Gambit
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She knew this would happen.

Perhaps not this exact scenario, but she knew they would come for them. Whether it came through the law or through the violence of those who hated them, she knew it would come. Their children kidnapped from their beds and their leaders snatched in the night. It had happened before to other people fighting for their freedom, fighting for their right to live in this world, and history was repeating itself. And like their forebears, they would not go quietly into the night.

It had been less than an hour since they’d received the call to arms and they were already here, entering the underground facility through the lighthouse. Their mission had been laid out and they split up, moving separately through the building. They had to know they would come. They had to know that they would never abandon their own. Which meant they were waiting for them. There was no use for stealth, no need to hide their presence here. They were their own army and none would stand before their strength. They would bring their children home.

Ororo walked at the head of her little team, the small group moving off in their own directions as their teammates moved in another. She knew what she must do and she was ready for whatever may come. When she spoke, her tone was hard, her words clipped, her fury clear and barely restrained.

“Draw them in. Let them taste our fury. Show them that we are not to be trifled with.”

The electricity crackled around Ororo as her eyes glowed white, the winds picking up and whipping her cape back around her shoulders. She raised her hands and a boom of thunder rung out through the halls, rattling the walls and shaking the very foundation of the building. She wanted them to find her. She wanted them to engage. She wanted to show them that they were not easy prey, and they would not lie down as their children were slaughtered. They would fight until their last dying breaths.

The storm was pissed and it would not be contained.


@ROBERT DRAKE @REMY LEBEAU @RUTH They've entered the facility and split up and Storm started off making their distraction. Purifiers are sure to have heard that boom of thunder so be ready to fight boys!!!
Posted: Apr 30 2018, 01:39 PM
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So, it turned out, retired didn't mean rusty. If anything, everyone seemed to have been just waiting for the chance to fight back, because he had never seen them move so quickly. Then again, they had gone for the kids; that was just the right target to pick if you wanted a pack of pissed-off X-Men knocking down your door. Why anyone would want that, that was anybody's guess.

Their facility was, of course, underground. With all the satellites, drones, and plain having 7,5 billion people around, anybody who wanted to do their evil deeds in peace was going to have to burrow themselves for it. "You know, that's why everyone has vitamin D deficiency these days." He didn't bother lowering his voice, after the attack team left. They wanted the goons to come their way, right? He had been watching Ororo a little warily when they started going down, down the stairs, but the tight, dark space didn't seem to be bothering her as much. He bet she was too focused on her students to even remember of her own fears. "I can't wait for big castles to start making a comeback as the must-have evil lair."

Unsurprisingly, Ororo wasn't in the mood to joke. He looked around, keeping track of the entrances, and the cameras they'd purposely missed, again. Once they got this ball rolling, they would take it out, but, for now, they wanted to seem like targets. He also watched for cover; whoever they were, they were coming in armed, and none of them were immune to bullets.

The thunder reverberated through the walls, and Remy pulled cars into his hand. As soon as he got movement on his corner, he sent them flying, to a set of two explosions going off one after the other, enough to send the one coming ahead flying back into another two, the others, who managed to move around him, had their vision filled with smoke and debris.

They were meant to be a target, but they weren't about to be an easy one.


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Posted: May 1 2018, 08:12 AM
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Truth be told, Bobby Drake was pretty excited to be heading out on a mission. Perhaps excited was the wrong word, considering the reason that they were at this facility, but there was a noticeable sense of anticipation within him. A chance to stretch his legs, so to speak. As Bobby wasn’t an actual teacher at the school himself, there was often the opinion that he was more disconnected from the kids than the rest of the adults. Part of that was true – he had his small group that he tutored in Spanish, but he didn’t spend as much time with the children as Jean or Scott did, for example. But when it came to the safety of the kids being threatened? Bobby’s investment was just as great as everybody else’s.

Trouble had arrived a lot sooner than he had expected but, then again, it always did. Being assigned to Ororo’s team, Bobby was tasked with helping to cause a commotion, so that the others could find the kids quietly and get out. Making a bit of noise? That was definitely right down his avenue. It didn’t hurt that he held a great deal of respect for the leader of this sub-team and he nodded along intently to her words. She always did have a great way with words.

“Well buckle up Super Mario,” Bobby retorted, with a barely-contained chuckle, to Remy’s wish for castles, “because the Goombas are probably on their way.” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Cajun sizing up the entrances and exits, and security devices which could track them – to be honest, that wasn’t something Bobby himself had thought about doing. That was the beauty of the X-Men, though. Each of them had their individual specialities, powerful cogs in an even more powerful wheel.

The roar of thunder distracted him from his thoughts and captured his attention fully. He had seen Ororo use her abilities many times before but each time was awesome. If anyone tried to say that they grew tired of watching the goddess at work, Bobby would call them a liar without hesitation. Following the thunder were the explosions that came from Gambit’s always accurate throw. Forcing himself not to become distracted by the noises around him, he caught a glimpse of a small handful of men running towards him.

Until he was sure of what the threat level was going to be, Bobby wanted to play it a little safe with his powers. Safe, but chaotic. Aiming his hands at the floor in front of the charging men, a stream of slippery ice sheathed the ground, causing each of the men to buckle, through the lack of grip, and crash right into each other. “I’m not lie, this is pretty fun.”




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Posted: May 1 2018, 03:18 PM
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Ororo had no time for her companions’ banter; her mind kept going over the thousand unanswered questions that had brought them here. Who had taken their children? What was happening to them now? When they found them, would they even be alive? She didn’t stray from asking herself these hard questions, not shying away from the possibility that all they would find were corpses. It wouldn’t be the first time Ororo had lost a friend; her childhood had not been a pleasant one. The one question she didn’t need to ask was why. She knew why: there was no reason. No one needed a reason; all they needed was hate and the righteous strength of their convictions.

The winds rose around her, swirling in intensity as she directed them forward, slamming into the men who slipped on Bobby’s ice. The ice on the ground assisted in knocking them from their feet and blasting them backwards down the corridor with the smoke and debris of Gambit’s attack, sliding on the slick surface of Bobby’s icy creation to slam into the wall at a T-cross of another hallway. Even here, underground, the wind obeyed her command. The focus of their mission, as well as the gentle caress of the brutal winds against her face, helped to keep her mind away from the rock bearing down on them from above, the enclosed space of these halls. It was indistinguishable if the beating of her heart was from nerves, fear, or anger but here, now, they were all one and the same. She paused for only a moment to turn her stern gaze on Bobby at his comment.

“There is no fun in this, Iceman. This is a fight for the very lives of loved ones. You would do well to remember that.”

As much as the storm liked being set loose, given free reign to rage, Ororo knew the consequences, the price of such power. Did Bobby? Did he understand that the stakes had never been higher, that this was more than a Danger Room session? There was no evidence to suggest that they were alive, no evidence to suggest why they had been taken at all, or that they would walk out of here in one piece. Gambit would do as he willed, joke as he pleased, those mysterious eyes hiding so much from their view; he was a man grown but Bobby she would need to keep closer watch over. This was neither the time nor the place for childish antics.

As they approached the cross section of halls, men lying unconscious and groaning, a man burst from the corridor to the right, gun brandished, but Storm was quicker. She grabbed the gun with one hand, aiming it smoothly upwards as her other fist slammed into his stomach; the barely restrained electricity coursed from her hand into his body, not enough to kill but enough to leave him twitching on the ground, writhing in pain. A strong smell of ozone in the air around her as she stepped over his prone body, even as alarms and red lights began ringing out through the halls. A distinct boom, far removed from her own thunderous attack, indicated the X-Jet entering as their attack coordinated.

“Cyclops, Rogue and Wolverine are in the building. Gambit, take point. Bobby, keep your hands sharp and ready. I will shield us from behind.”

She trusted the thief to lead them where they needed; after all, he had a penchant for breaking in and causes havoc. They did nothing to the cameras that lined the hall; they wanted to be found, after all. She allowed Iceman and Gambit to step ahead of her, trailing her hands behind. Mist poured from her fingertips, filling the hall behind them so that those trying to sneak up on them would have trouble finding them through the fog. They needed to spread fear and discord amongst their enemies, paralyze them with uncertainty, and let them believe that they stood no chance against this pantheon of veritable gods.

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Posted: May 2 2018, 11:58 AM
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So, Remy talked when he was worried. Or when he was angry, or tired, or bored, or hungry. But this time, it was definitely the first. It helped, to gauge his own mood, his teammates, to count time, to pass time. Bobby was good to banter with, Remy had always thought. "For Princess Peach, mon ami." He did always have a crush on her.

Ororo, not so much. Good leader, no doubt, and you didn't become a good leader by letting your people get distracted. She would have time to prove it yet, because this first fight was the easy one. They were measuring the invader's strength, sending the new ones, the incompetent ones first, buying time to set up their forces. Then, Bobby made the big mistake. It was fun, but, oh, never admit it. Remy started to walk past the bodies, watching their back, while Ororo went ahead, inevitable planning.

Ororo was already watching the mouth of their next entrance, eager to move in, and that might have been a mistake if she were anyone else. She had handled the latecomer handled by the time Remy was even at the right angle to see him, and just like that, he was down. It was easy to forget that Ororo didn't have to bring down half the sky to be dangerous, she could do it as quietly as a wasp, too. Remy knew better than to do that. He didn't react to the signal, but, at Ororo's order, he passed past Bobby, squeezing his shoulder lightly as he did. It was easy to forget Bobby could take things too hard.

He had an itch on the back of his neck, one that crawled up and up, that knowledge of being watched, walking into a trap. That he was doing on purpose didn't make it any easier.
White smoke moved ahead of him. He walked, he noticed, and he counted. In real life, things were complicated. They had to consider things as simple as logistics; camera feeds had to go somewhere, systems failed, and there were so many thick metal doors one could build in a day. He considered it all, and moved towards their brain was most likely to be. They wanted a distraction? Nothing more distracting than losing your mind.

He picked up the pace, now that he knew where he was going, or at least, had a vague idea of a direction. Fast enough that they would try to stop them, not so fast that they wouldn't have time to react. A shadow appeared ahead, and Remy flung a card against the wall, to send them flying against the opposite wall. It did nothing against their armor. He stopped, another card going straight ahead. It did nothing, either.


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Posted: May 2 2018, 08:36 PM
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Her words were stern, yes. Yet somehow being told off, if you wanted to call it that, bothered him less coming from her than it did whenever Scott did the same. Perhaps it was because he had known the visor-wearing mutant for much longer, that it always felt like an older brother telling him off. But with Ororo, she felt more clearly like a mentor. It probably didn’t hurt that she was a fellow elemental and so probably knew his powers, and recognised his potential, best. “Sorry Storm, but don’t worry. I remember why we’re here.” Though Bobby didn’t take her words as a personal attack, he did appreciate Remy comforting him. A grateful smile from the thermokinetic would hopefully let the Cajun know that.

Bobby watched as Storm filled the area behind them up with a blanket of mist and as Gambit took charge from the front. In many ways, he was grateful to be paired up with these two. She was a leader and he was far more experienced in situations just like this. This meant that Bobby himself could just follow the instructions, which he was mostly decent at. Just point him at something and tell him to shoot. He was happy when things didn’t get more complicated than that.

He saw the silhouette just a second after Remy did and by the time that he had raised his arms to aim a blast of cold air at it, the Cajun had already thrown his trademark cards. A first and then a second, both appeared to have little to no effect on the armoured men coming their way. Taking a few paces forward, Bobby positioned himself so that he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Remy.

Using his powers, Bobby fashioned himself a crude baseball bat, made from ice, in his right hand and a baseball in his left. Though he meant it when he told Ororo that he knew what the mission was, there was no reason why he couldn’t get creative with his powers. Tossing the ice-ball up into the air, he took a swing with the bat and hit it as hard as he could, sending the hard construct straight into the helmet of the first man. Just like with Remy’s kinetic explosions, there was no effect. “Damn it. I thought for sure that was going to work.” For a few brief moments, Bobby considered placing a thick ice barricade between the three of them and the incoming arrival before remembering that the idea was to keep the fight going




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Posted: May 4 2018, 02:36 PM
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“Allow me.”

Once more, the winds rose at Storm’s command, her eyes glowing their effervescent white as she directed the elements. She sent it spiralling down the hallway, curving around her companions, barely even ruffling their hair, and creating a tunnel of wind that rocketed down the hall. Heavy and reinforced as the suits must be, they were no match for the fury of the hurricane. It would have been almost funny, seeing their assailants trying to move forward against the ever growing wind, like a mime entertaining a rapt audience. All it took was one misstep of the lead man and he was flying backwards, metal suit and all, to slam into his fellow Purifiers. The spiral of air set them slamming against the floor, the walls, the ceilings, as they were whisked down the hall in the tornado raised at her hands. When they came to a halt, skittering along the floor some two hundred yards down the hall, they lay still.

“Now is no time for restraint, Iceman. Their armor is impervious to direct attack. The next ones we come across, freeze them in their tracks.”

The X-Men may not kill, but there were several other ways to skin a cat. She knew that they were meant to be drawing their enemies in and keeping them engaged but there was a large part of her that was reveling in the destruction cause and the trail of unconscious bodies they left in their wake. No more were they quivering behind their doors; they were standing up for their rights and it felt good. Still, it had been a long time since she had unleashed like this, attack after attack on opponent after opponent, and she knew she would have to slow herself lest she tire out too quickly. There was no telling what waited for them further on. Already her breath was coming harder, her heart beating faster, and it was becoming harder to ignore the press of the walls around them. Still, they pressed forwards, the Storm’s mists trailing behind them.

It took only a moment to come across another hall, crisscrossing the one in which they walked. The facility was a veritable maze, their own scanners only able to penetrate so far into the mystery of its construction, but Ororo need not rely on the inventions of man for her intel. Slowly, the winds returned to her, a gentle breeze caressing her face, carrying the secrets of their enemies straight to her ears. Ororo listened to the whispers of the wind, the distant conversations coming in fits and starts as she pieced together what she was hearing. She gazed down both intersecting corridors and then ahead again, where the metal clad men still lay, seemingly incapacitated.

“We will find the command center further down the hall ahead but…” She paused for a moment, brow furrowed, as she listened. “There are hostages down this hall.” She pointed to the left. “Unconscious. I’m not certain who but I can hear their people speaking of them.”

She could hear them talking about them far away, much deeper into the bowels of this hell, frantically decided what to do with the unconscious bodies of the mutant children. Ororo’s team mission was to distract, disarm, rid the facility of its defenses so that Scott’s team could find their lost children. But here they were, waiting somewhere just beyond their, desperate for a savior. Her eyes met Remy’s, silently communicating exactly which path she wanted him to take.

@ROBERT DRAKE@REMY LEBEAU ooooh, hostages!!! But no worries, still lots of ass to kick in between!
Posted: May 8 2018, 11:27 AM
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It was one good thing to know with the X-Men: 'Allow me' was basically Storm-speak for 'Duck!'. There was nothing Remy could do against that armor that wouldn't risk bringing the roof down on them, so he gladly stepped to the side, sticking against the wall, allowing the gust of wind to hush past him, still hard enough to drag his hair and coat with it, but definitely not as hard as it took the men, who were swept back against each other. The armor was made to protect the men from harm, but it definitely didn't keep them from rattling away inside their tin cans with enough jostling. Iron Men suits those were not.

As soon as the wind subsided, Remy sprinted forward, making sure the men were alone. A last-ditch effort, right in this fork, told him they were going the right way. He watched the fallen men for a moment, picking the connection spot in their armor, and got to work, charging a few until it burst. They were going to need some soldering to get them to be useful again, and that made sure they wouldn't have to face them on their way back. He kept Bobby and Ororo in his peripheral vision, knowing that she was working her magic, and making sure they weren't run over while she focused somewhere else.

He all but turned towards where she pointed out was their goal, when the but came. He looked back at her, hearing the rest of the information as she literally told him where she wanted to go, instead. The expression on her face was all but unnecessary at that point, and that told him how much she wanted him to say it.

Why, he both knew, and didn't know. Saving the kids was the endgoal, but not their job. Their job was in the opposite direction, and if they abandoned it, and their exit was compromised because they let their enemies have enough time to recoup and counterattack, that would be their fault; if they did their job, and their enemies took the little time they had left to cause them the most grief they could, killing their hostages was definitely the way to do it. And splitting up... well, splitting up was always a bad idea.

"Well, they already know where they think we're going." He shrugged, as if that was the unquestionably right thing to do. "It's a good time to take them for a spin, n'est-ce-pas?"


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Posted: May 9 2018, 08:08 PM
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There was a second distraction group at work, with the two most noticeable of their company, given that both of them were quite certainly mutants, and also very blue. After all, two distractions were far better than one, and the guards in the facility would be scrambling to put out fires, so to speak. Beast and Nightcrawler took to another entrance, one with plenty of cameras and guards.

Despite the dire situation that they were facing, Hank was more than happy to get out of the mansion for once. He'd been cooped up for far too long, unable to escape to New York proper, or anywhere else for that matter, because of his appearance. If he ventured out, he'd be arrested for sure. Either that, or they would follow him back to the school and arrest them all. That, of course, would not do. And so he dutifully stayed there, resigning himself to teaching. He didn't resent it, not at all... he just missed being able to have freedom as he did before the Accords reared their ugly head.

In any case, the big blue Beast was almost giddy with freedom, jumping into the fray with a feral roar. He led the way in, almost forgetting about their reason for being there. His blood was up, he was pissed about their children being kidnapped, and he was taking down every man with a uniform that he could find. Reinforcements came, only to be treated in the same manner as their fellows. At long last, as they stopped coming, Hank turned to flash a grin at Kurt, his canines quite evident, white teeth flashing against a blue face.

"Well, that was quite fun. Perhaps we should see about meeting up with the others. No doubt we have them wetting their pants by now between our assault and Storm's team." He chuckled at the thought of it, the men running about like chickens with their heads cut off. Storm had her way of navigation.. and he had his. But admittedly his was far more primitive. He raised his head, sniffing the air.

"Come. Let us venture forth! We are, after all, the Brute Squad!" Hank gave a hearty laugh, before leading the way through the halls, taking down a few stragglers on the way. Before too long, though, they came up behind the trio along one of the cross hallways. Beast immediately raised his hands. "Never fear, friends. It's just Nightcrawler and I. I have no desire to get zapped, blown up, or turned into a furry block of ice this day." He flashed a grin, before chuckling. "I believe that we have them chasing their tails. Shall we?"

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Posted: Jun 10 2018, 11:05 AM
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"Do you think my face shows well on their cameras?" Kurt said to the older half of their Blue Man Group. His face was pressed close to the camera, yellow eye peering into it, but Kurt had always had issues with them. His ability to, ah, 'bend' light around himself to shroud himself in shadow made for terrible pictures. Kurt likened himself to a vampire in that regard -- all fangs, no face. Still, his tail unceremoniously ripped the camera from its perch on the wall, and Kurt turned from his crouching position high up in the corner of the hall and dropped down to the floor.

The devil landed in a deep crouch and righted himself up to a comfortable level, half-hunched, limbs tense and tail lashing in the air behind him with pensive apprehension. A few unconscious bodies littered the floor, heavily armored. Some were raked with claw marks, others with the lashings of steel from Kurt's blades, a hilt peering out over each of his shoulders. Adorned in a form-fitted, red and black suit, it covered in from a high collar down to the tips of his unusual fingers and toes. (It lacked pauldrons, unfortunately. Those apparently didn't meet 'team aesthetics' according to some members of their illustriously reclusive team. Clearly, they had no appreciation for presence.) The striking pair had all the features of a distraction just standing around.

"Mm. Perhaps so," Kurt answered, nudging a thick toe against the unconscious man at his feet. "I pray that these men did not catch Logan in a foul mood. I shall have to scold him if he used those claws inappropriately. Or better yet, Scott can do it for me."

It had been some time since they had done any real field work. Kurt felt a sort of anxiety of being in the field again. It came with an onslaught of moral dilemas in the greater scheme of things. Not only would it draw the attention of the locals, it would draw the eyes of the Avengers and the Accords. How might this night play out for them in the future?

"You and I have very different ideas of 'fun.' Thrilling, mayhaps. But we should not underestimate our foes to bed-wetting humiliation. What sort of man would go through the trouble to kidnap mutants in broad daylight if he would just wet his pants when their friends came to find them?" Kurt shook his head. He enjoyed the energy of training and flinging himself around, striking out, but dodging bullets was not his idea of a good time. These were grievous things and Kurt remained grounded. His blood did not run hot like Hank's.

"'Brute Squad'? Gott im Himmel..." Kurt tutted, trailing after Hank on all fours.

Through the halls, they narrowed in on a few calamitous sounds, discovering the beautifully imperious Storm and... Well, Remy.

"Ah," Kurt's ears perked, feeling the static electricity that lingered in Storm's wake. "Dare I say I heard something about hostages? A true shame we lack blue prints... We are the distraction, are we not? Lest we find ourselves in a more advantageous position to rescue, let us distract. But, I know one of us can be almost in two places at once." Kurt gave a fanged smile, just before a gaseous implosion of air erupted in a violet plume and a resounding BAMF.



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Posted: Jun 10 2018, 12:33 PM
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Ororo nodded curtly at Remy’s words. There were children down that pathway, whether all of their kidnapped friends or not, she could not say. But the opportunity was too great to let it pass. Scott’s team was in a different part of the facility entirely and may not arrive before it was too late. Plan or no plan, Ororo would never abandon those who needed her and knowing that her old friend was on her side bolstered her nerve. She was going to do it. She turned towards the open hallway, but had not even taken a step before a noise behind her caused her to turn, hand raised in preparation for an attack that never came.

“Beast, Nightcrawler.” She nodded at their approach, glad to have them on their team. Five was a more advantageous number than three. Her courage soared, even in the face of Kurt pointing out that they were meant to the distraction, and she was more certain than ever about what she was going to do.

“We have a mission and it is important that we adhere to what was decided.” Her eyes were grim and her voice steely as she pushed forward. ”That being said, we are here to save lives, and that is what I intend to do. I will not abandon any student, even if we must fight tooth and nail to get them out.” There was no doubt in her mind; plans were made to be changed as circumstances changed. They thought Scott’s team would be able to rescue all the hostages; they were wrong. This moment was too important to pass up. “I cannot ask you to accompany me, but I cannot say your help would not be appreciated.”

She hoped especially that Kurt would come with her. His powers may have their limits, but he could at least save the children, should things go south. The goal would be to get everyone out alive, but Ororo was prepared to lay down her own life it it meant saving the children and her friends. Ororo walked through the puff of smoke left behind by Kurt, walking down the hallway towards their waiting children and their no doubt dangerous foes.

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Posted: Jun 21 2018, 07:51 AM
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If the X-Men wanted some attention, they were going to get it.

With a scoff and a look of disgust, Anne tore her eyes away from the looped camera feed, one with a blurry constellation in blue and with demonic, yellow eyes. She could swear it had been grinning or trying to find a good angle, which made her even more angry despite it being an assumption. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. They would make them regret coming there in the first place. "It's time," she called over her shoulder to the gathering of Purifiers she had her disposal, "Get the gear."

It wasn't the first time they were facing mutants, everything about their gear suggested that. It wasn't the top-of-the-line but it was riot-gear and an arsenal of weapons, including shotguns, electrical contraptions and back-mounted flamethrowers. The trample of boots could be heard as the squad approached the X-Men. First there was a row of five sporting energy-based shields that hummed and fizzled upon activation, becoming the first line of defense. Behind trailed at least five more, including Anne, with weapons.

"Close 'em in." A loud scraping was heard and behind the X-Men down the hall, a five-inch steel door slammed shut, trapping them in with only one way out. It was a way out that Anne wasn't planning on giving them. She lobbed a tear-gas grenade first and then ordered the flamethrowers to the front. Long, flames licked inwards to the smoke, grasping for anything it might find to consume. They were not getting those kids.


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Posted: Jun 21 2018, 11:22 AM
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Remy had a card at hand the moment he heard the sounds approaching from the hallway over. It was never paranoia to be ready the moment unexpected meetings happened when you were at the belly of the beast, especially as you've just decided to take a detour. The card went away, of course, the moment they welcomed the almost excess of blue into their company; if Beast and Nightcrawler were there, then the number of enemies they had to worry about coming in their direction had just plummeted, and that was always good news.

Ororo had needed some support before, but it was clear she didn't anymore. She tried to consider everything when she made her decisions - almost too much, if Remy's opinion was being taken under advisement - but once her mind was set, it was set. Remy let them talk, as he lazily finished his job, and walked over to take point once more, readjusting the map he had been building in his mind to make the best estimate of where Ororo's goal should be from what he knew, and what she had told him. "I, however, can." Remy said with a theatrical hand to his heart, as he passed their most gentlemanly teammates. "Please, come, so we can leave this hallway, before our enemies realize our plans and screw us over."

A few steps later, and a thick block of metal closed them off from their former exit, leaving them with only the option to go ahead. Remy stopped, hands on his waist, looking down below the floor, to the depths of hell that awaited him in the afterlife. How long had he been doing this? How did he keep still jinxing himself that hard? Did he really have a death wish, like so many people accused him of? Or was he simply that stupid, like even more people did? The sheer volume of the perfectly synchronized march approaching them might mean he might get a chance to ask a greater power earlier than he intended to.

He gave himself only a moment of self-pity/loathing, since, as this point, he had enough practice he could run it through in a fraction of a second, and he started running towards the sound, hoping for the least surprise he could have, attacking them before they were ready. "Smoke!" Remy called, twisting away from the path of the grenade, so he could a volley of cards exploded mid-air, before reaching their target, the block of enemies aiming their weapons behind their see-through shields not bothering to hide what was coming. Where there was smoke... "Fire!" He called, it was his job to call, but, after that, it was out of his hands. Remy had nothing but explosives and a fire-retardant uniform, but fire-retardant was not fire-repellent.

He looked dead into the muzzle of the flamethrower, and heard the click of it coming alive.

@HANK MCCOY, @KURT WAGNER, @ORORO MUNROE
Posted: Jun 22 2018, 07:52 PM
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( OOC: It appears Hank has left us as well. Onwards! )

A smile cut into Kurt's face as Ororo rallied the troops. "Fear not. We have come for a purpose and I will be here at your side until all that is needed to be done is done." His tail lashed in the air, adjitated with excitement and apprehension. It was a good feeling to be back in the field, though the circumstances could be far better.

"Go on without me. I shall return momentarily," Kurt assured them, then disappeared elsewhere. Tracking his way through the hallways, Kurt's jaunts carried him through the compound. Some backtracking, others moving forward, Kurt was an impeccable scout. He happened upon another two assailants that they had missed; a lucky find, so as not to leave their flanks potentially unguarded. The first stood with resolve, shotgun held at the ready. Its spray left a number of crooked holes in the wall Kurt had appeared on. Kurt returned the favor by grabbing the man by the head with his tail and slamming him into the hard floor. The second was similarly dispatched, though Kurt had caught them unawares.

But there were no other, safer routes to move forward.

BAMF!

The plume of smoke reappeared where Kurt had just left Storm and Gambit. When he appeared, he opened his mouth to speak, but a heavy, metal door was in the way. He cocked his head to the side, murmuring as he tapped it with his knuckles. "Das war vorher nicht da..." But, lingering close, he heard vibrations resonating through the steel. It made his nose twitch.

BAMF!

A vibrant plume accompanied the sound as Kurt appeared on the ceiling on the other side, just down the hall. "Gott." His eyes widened. A row of energized shields for defense, flanked by men. Ororo and Remy were already a bit down the hall, shrouded in a haze of smoke and bursts of fuschia light. Soon, however, came bursts of flame, leaving them at the subject of being roasted alive.

Another implosion of sulfurous air and gas came in a violet plume above those wielding the flamethrowers. Kurt fell upon two, his sudden weight at the very least causing them to buckle under, if not fall to the floor completely. A snarl covered his face, fangs bared as he twisted toward the others. He trusted his companions to take care of one another; Kurt, on the other hand, could take out the front line.

Kurt's hands snapped up to his shoulders and with a metallic scrape, drew his rapiers free of their sheaths and began to strike out like a viper. Any turn of fire upon him would wound their own allies, and the same went for those behind shields. Surely they were not mad enough to do that?

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As the door slammed shut behind them, Ororo fell back against it, unable to stop herself from banging on the hard metal, her heart beginning to pound in her chest with a reckless abandon. It was with almost Herculean strength that she refrained from scratching uselessly at the metal, desperate to escape their suddenly enclosed subterranean prison. There were still lives to save, and eyes were locked on her to lead. She could not lose her head now. But her moment of planic, while not long, was enough to distract her from the opening shots from their enemies. The two shots hit Beast and Iceman, electrical surges rushing through their bodies as their bodies hit the ground, unconscious. Had it not been an ambush, she was certain they would never have been able to outwit either member of the X-Men. Her eyes were stolen from their falling bodies by the sight of Gambit, staring down the barrel of one of the flamethrowers.

“Gambit!” A hand shot up and motioned upwards; a jetstream of wind blasted upwards in front of him, diverting the path of the flames right as they exited the nozzle. But she could not vouch for the efficacy of the improvised shield, as her body began to surge with electricity, struck by one of the same bolts that had taken out her teammates. It was only her advanced physique and her long experience in wielding lightning that prevented her from succumbing to the attack. As it were, she snapped forward at an almost frightening pace, her cape billowing behind her as she leapt over the line of shields, grabbed onto the wrist of one of those carrying a flamethrower and released the electricity that had flowed into her. The electrical charge ran up the flamethrower’s pipeline, climbing towards the fuel tank. It was with a burst like a small explosion that the tank exploded, small enough not to kill him but enough to blow the man into two of his fellows. But their attackers were many and varied, she couldn’t do that to each and every one of them. The air was filled with smoke and flashes as Storm shouted out.

“Nightcrawler!! Take Iceman and Beast! We shall hold the others at bay!”

There would be no excess life lost now. Not now when they were so close to saving those who had been taken from them. She would get through that door if it were the last thing she did. It very well might.

“Gambit! Charge that door! Blow it down!”

She needed to buy him time. Her eyes glowed white as another burst of thunder rang out from her, electricity sparking to draw attention to herself. The winds rose and swirled, sweeping along the floor, knocking legs out from beneath people. The storm had been held at bay raged cold and unflinching. The temperature dropped like a plane falling into a nosedive, a cold snap running through the room as the thermometer dropped dangerously low. She tried to protect her teammates from the worst of it but even so, they would feel the steep dip in the temperature. Then the touch on her mind, familiar, yet with a different voice on the other end.

o( Rogue? )o

There was no time to ask questions. The fact that Rogue was speaking to them meant that they had found at least Jean, which meant the two waiting for them at the end of this hall were two of the children. That more than anything.

o( Rogue, we have been led into a trap, we need assistance )o

The map of the facility flashed through her mind at Rogue’s direction. Perfect. Ororo had been right, they were heading in the right direction. With a specific location in mind, they may be able to end this far quicker than they had thought. Which was good, cause while she may be able to withstand the electric attacks, she was barely able to divert bullets off course with her winds as they began raining down on her. All it would take was one.

“Nightcrawler! We have a location!”


@KURT WAGNER @REMY LEBEAU @MARIE D'ANCANTO @PURIFIERS wrote those two as being knocked out. We can save everyone!! //files.jcink.net/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif Also tagging Rogue cause telepathy yay!!!
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