IT sent a :msg: to X.
f6755 IT : Hmm
8f820 Rhino: huh
e17d4 X: t'was just last week or so.
8f820 Rhino: o.o how long ago was this? lol
e17d4 X: You been keeping busy with work and stuff?
e17d4 X: yeah. We all got our flu shots but the wife brought home a cold from her work. Kiddo got it first, now I finally got it last Friday.
d728f Felinx: I have my only day before a long week of craziness. I'm wearing several hats until the end of the month at work. Sorry to hear about the cold! Oddly glad to hear it's not the flu though. Apparently this years is pretty scary.
e17d4 X: mornin. I'm fighting a cold
d728f Felinx: I was just checking on pjj, only to spy lurkers!
d728f Felinx: Morning!
e17d4 X: :P
d728f Felinx: :p
4d5f3 Lorn: Not ALWAYS, it seems.
4d5f3 Lorn: ...always? Always always?
f6755 IT : I'm always lurking
1ec8e Spec: So who all is lurking?
b0a0a Stane : *You have the worst taste in music. You should be shot in the kneecap*
0c144 Forge : **Within the workshop, Forge was standing in the middle of his project area. He had several cables attached to the cybernetic arm he had, and stationed across several smaller workstations, a multitude of drones, parts, and most importantly, Jean Grey’s gear, stood at the ready. Forge stood at it’s center, and his eyes focus from one hologram that displayed his designs above the appropriate piece of equipment, each hologram getting its own moment of his full attention before he turns his eyes to the next one. After he looks over all of the various holograms once, he stretches his arms straight out in front of him and wiggles all of his fingers, before interlacing his fingers, turning his palms out, he pops what knuckles he can. Then his cybernetic fingers pop each of his real fingers, as he places each finger in the palm of the cybernetic hand and pressing down. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Each finger popping is audible as he opens the area between his bones to air. Next, he clasps his wrist with his cybernetic hand, and rotates his hand, which is balled into a fist, as he holds his wrist stationary with the cybernetic hand. Lastly, he rolls his shoulder blades forward twice, before reversing the roll backwards twice and arching his back, stretching his arms out to either side as far as he can. He sighs contentedly as he does, because it was the small things in life that made it worth living.**
”Alright, ANIA, give me a good track to work to….”
”Of course, sir.”
**The voice of his artificial Intelligence crackles over the various speakers and even echoes in his mind, all at once, and almost immediately, a song starts on the radio.**
”Just a young gun, with a quick fuse,
I was uptight, wanna let loose…”
”Next. While I do enjoy that song, I need something more upbeat….give me more treble…”
**For a moment, there is silence, before the warbling of a new song comes on. As soon as he hears the beat, he smiles, immediately recognizing it. It was a classic, as far as he was concerned anyway. As the beat plays on, he can’t help but get into a bit of a groove. He pushes the air around him as though he’s clearing himself space on a dance floor, before he holds them up, bouncing them to the beat of the song. his hips drop and his pelvis begins to thrust slightly to the beat. His movements seem to be more of a dance than of someone who was about to craft some new designs, but that was because others didn’t understand his connection with machines. In fact, even as his body moved to the rhythm of the song, his mind is ordering the various drones and equipment to begin whirring into gear. Each movement of his own to the beat seems to correspond with a movement of one of the various drones or pieces of machinery at the workstations he had set up around him. As Forge enhances his control over the various machines at once, his cybernetic eye would begin to blink a bright blue color. In response, the machines he control also have a blue light, which seem to respond and match his eye.**
Wind me up,
Put me down,
Start me off and watch me go,
I’ll be running circles around you sooner than you know,
A little off center,
And I’m out of tune,
Just kickin’ this can along the avenue,
But I’m alright,
**As the word’s bellow from the speakers set up around him, Forge smiles as he bobs up and down, but really his mind isn’t in the dance. The dance is almost a secondary action, as more importantly, his control over the drones deepens and he begins to get to work. As he works, the drones move and bob in the air as though they are dancing to the music as well, even the sparks which they let off from the welding and fabrication of Jean’s new gear. The first thing they work on is Jean’s new drone. As the drones weld and fabricate the drone to match his specifications and blueprints, the drones almost seem to be enjoying themselves, spinning unnecessarily when there is a catchy part of the song, as well as welding with laser precision in a way that mimics the beat of the song being played. It isn’t long before the drones move on to Jean’s new pair of glasses. As the glasses and the drone were almost a combo, it made sense that the drones complete the two items together at the same time.**
‘Cause it’s easy once you know how its done,
You can’t stop now,
It’s already begun,
You feel it runnin’ through your bones,
And you jerk it out,
And you jerk it out,
Hush your mouth,
Can’t you hear you talk to loud,
No can’t hear nothin’ ‘cause I got my head up in the clouds,
I bite off anything that I can chew,
I’m chasing cars up and down the avenue,
But that’s okay,
**Once again his blue prints get completed, with every detail and specification he had placed within the concept blue prints being applied to the gear which Jean had offered up for him to work on. With snap of his fingers, the entire room shifts again, though even he knows that the snapping of his finger to cause the shifting of his surroundings is entirely unnecessary. It’s really more for his own personal amusement and choreographing. As the second workstation rotates out and the third one comes in, the blue print of the gloves and boots come up. These were special, in his eyes, a completely new invention of his which he hadn’t even gotten to try out yet on any gear. These items would be the first to receive the particular modifications which he gave them, and the work was extremely detailed. These particular modifications take longer than the others, coupled with the fact that that the gloves received additional mods on top of the new invention he had already given them. As he applies these modifications, he can’t help but sweat a little because of the intricacies of the modifications and what they do. He bites his tounge as he concentrates, as even one slip up could cause the entire modification to fail and force him to start from scratch. Thankfully for Forge, though, this isn’t his first rodeo. He manages to keep his concentration and connection all the way through, and when he finally finishes. He yanks the large cable jack out of his arm and the blue light from his cybernetic eye disappears. The drones lull in their speed, and finally come to a rest parked on what appears to be drone docking stations nearby.**
‘Cause it’s easy once you know how its done,
You can’t stop now,
It’s already begun,
You feel it runnin’ through your bones,
And you jerk it out,
And you jerk it out,
‘Cause it’s easy once you know how its done,
You can’t stop now,
It’s already begun,
You feel it runnin’ through your bones,
And you jerk it out,
And you jerk it out,
**With another snap of his fingers, the room again shifts, but this time, a small workbench is rotated into view. On the workbench is what appears to be a belt with various smaller gadgets attached to it. Forge goes through each of these one by one, checking them to make sure they are up to snuff, before putting them back where he pulls them from on the belt. Additionally, there appears to be two dart launchers of some kind. They’re small, and look to be sized for a small hand to hold. He picks each one up in turn, his cybernetic eye zooming in to allow him to see the smaller mechanisms which enable the shooting it at a drone across the room. The dart hits the drone and bounces off of it before imbedding itself in the wall, and Forge snorts a little chuckling as he sets the dart launcher back down the work shop. The belt, of course, was simply a multitude of smaller gadgets which he already had. But they still had to be assembled and attached effectively and efficiently. Over all, he felt good about the modifications he was going to be able to give to Jean.**
And you jerk it out,
And you jerk it out,
Oh baby don’t you know,
You really gotta jerk it out,
When you jerk it out,
Oh baby don’t you know,
You really gotta jerk it out,
When you jerk it out,
Oh baby don’t you know,
You really gotta jerk it out
**Hours pass before Forge is finally finished. In actuality, it isn’t one song which plays over the stereo that he works to, but a multitude of them. The end product though, is fantastic. Jean would be outfitted with some of the best gear in the Empire. Of course, the details for what that gear is exactly, is yet to be seen. But judging by Forge’s face, and the twinkle in his eye, it would definitely be worth the unveiling that would certainly be happening soon for Jean.**
**What does our hero have in store for Jean Grey, those questions and more will be revealed in the next edition of FORGE: THE WORKSHOP!!**
b731c Descent : ( :( :( :( =O=====dgzhhhtrhernbarrrrrffff*)
b731c Descent : (Wtf happened to all the RP? *FROWN face*)
29c92 Cordelia Frost : *The Frost Family certainly knew how to throw a Party, and that's definitely what they had done on Christmas and New Year's Eve, with the New Year's Party lasting until the second of the Month. As a Frost, she had been at the party, mingling with others who had attended. Liquor was drunk, food was eaten, shit was shitten and as always, the Frosts were awake for the entirety of the New Years Party. Games had been played, Countdowns watched and Parades watched. She was still washing Glitter out of her hair. Clearly, Emma had found some great sale on glitter and it had literally gotten everywhere. She had had a lot of fun, even dateless. Oh sure, she'd invited a boy, but he had not replied so she'd attended stag, but hadn't wanted for male attention. Many flirted with her, and she somewhat flirted back. All in all, it was quite a great ending of a Year and a beginning of a Year. Looking up at the ceiling of her room, she smiled, contentedly. The glow-in-the-dark-stars glew with light, as the shades were drawn shut. Her gown was being cleansed and stored by staff. It was almost a pity she'd have to return to school after all this fun, but education was important!*
f6755 IT : Happy New Year
f6755 IT : MERRY SITHMAS
4e329 K: sigh.
L sent a :msg: to Forge.
8f820 Rhino: o.o
Scott Summers sent a :msg: to Madelyne Pryor.
Madelyne Pryor sent a :msg: to Scott Summers.
0c144 Forge : *Hmmmm....eyes projects...*
Spec sent a :msg: to Scott Summers.
4375f Scott Summers: And back)
4375f Scott Summers: Hm)
IT sent a :msg: to K.
Jyn Collins sent a :msg: to Felinx.
2f43d Paige Guthrie : Ten days ago, Paige Guthrie had left her dorm to carry out her annual charity work. Eight days ago, she returned to her dorm and cheerfully packed her things for the holiday break, piled her bags into her truck, and waved her teammates and classmates goodbye as she headed out to a Christmas at the Guthrie farm. That was the last anyone had seen of her since. No social media posts, no texts to her family or her friends; Paige had vanished. In fact, she was nowhere to be found in all of Neo-X. Riverdale was a different story. There was an old beat-down truck that spent each night in a different alleyway, a young woman curled up on the bench seat inside. With as cold as it was getting lately, she was having more difficulty sleeping, but it didn't matter. Her days were spent in whatever establishment would allow her to spend hours at a time next to an outlet, charging her new phone (equipped with a ghost chip) and tapping the screen with her thumbs. Last night had been a cold one, though, and she hadn't gotten much sleep. It had been the same for several nights, which left her exhausted — and prone to dozing off in the booth at the diner she was currently occupying. Her meal was paid for, so the staff didn't much care, and she had something of a death grip on her phone, so there was little chance of anyone pocketing it. Spread out in front of her were several books and notebooks. Even without the institute, Paige never stopped learning. She was currently hunched over a binder with colorful tab separators and laminated pages, her blonde head resting on crossed arms. Graphite stained her hands and sleeve, and pink eraser dust clung to her eyelashes as she slept, a cold cup of coffee neglected nearby.
cb7ae Victoria Shade : *does the robot*
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : *stares at vision*
cb7ae Victoria Shade : BEEP MOTHERFUCKING BOOP
0c144 Forge : "I wouldn't have it any other way. C4010 will guide you to to your wing. It's right down the hall. **He nods at her statement of being a medic, and he holds out his hand and shakes hers firmly.**"I'll make sure to send you some files of the different projects I'm working on, so you can get more antiquated with my, I'm sorry, OUR work. We have multiple projects going on I'm sure...you'll love...." **And thats about the time Jean turns her back on him and half strips, revealing the tattoo. He can't help himself, with a simple thought he's taking dozens of pictures, focusing on the tattoo and the symbol on it. He would need it. For research purposes!! >.>** ..Um. To see. You'll love to see the projects." **He would take the suit as it floats back to him, as well as grabbing the trench coat on the chair.** "Oh believe me, it'll be astounding..." **He holds the two pieces of clothing up to the light, already contemplating the various possibilities that the battle garments offered.** "Just follow C4010. He'll guide you...Sleep well, Ms. Grey." **But he's more focused on the suits, and Jean seems to be an after thought at this point as his incredible mind took over.** **Fade Here**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Damn, what an offer. Jean couldn't turn it down, especially with where she was. The place was a veritable hideout and she had a good feeling that she would be safe from whatever might be hunting. Plus she had already sent the message out to Stephen that she would be away for a bit. So it wasnt like she was just disappearing on him. She listens to what he has to offer and after a moment to consider, the clothing would float from the platform to her hands. "Long as this is on the level, you have a deal. In exchange, I'm also a trained medic. So if you get hurt physically..i can help. I know field, basic, advanced as well as minor surgery skills but thats rusty as Hell." Jean offers a hand for him to shake. Once he's done, Jean will turn her back even as she unzips the front of her suit. The battle damaged uniform would slide from her body, revealing her bra..but more importantly, the back covering Phoenix branding on her skin. It was a mix of colors, almost like a tattoo..but different. Clearly otherworldly. She'll put the shirt on and move behind a tall enough structure to finish changing. Once she's finished, the uniform would float back around the corner to him. "Do your worst, good sir. I need a shower desperately ." And shall we fade here?
0c144 Forge : **As soon as Jean says they have a deal, Forge claps his hands together loudly and makes an audible WHOOP!!, practically dancing up and down in enthusiasm, though, he at least refrains from physically jumping up and down.** "Alright!! Working with the legendary Jean Grey herself, you and me, we're gonna corner the market and make ourselves a good deal of money. Not to mention all the good we're gonna do!" **Then, Jean asks about the supplies and repairing her armor, and for a moment, he's almost offended.** "Listen...to be honest, I like the suit. It looks good, it does. But...we can do better." **Suddenly, he would snap his fingers twice, and just stands there, rocking back and forth slightly as though he was waiting on something. Indeed, he was. He would hold up a finger to Jean, mouthing "give it a minute" but saying nothing, and after a few moments, a drone would come flying in, much like the one which had served her the water when she had first arrived to his home. Only this time, the platter on top of it had a set of clean clothes. Most of it would be stretchable, a one size fits all, including the sweatpants and under garments.** "Call it a forward payment on your services. Here's what I propose. I have a spare wing here on the living quarters. Your own bedroom, bathroom, and living area. You can shower and rest up, and while you do so, leave your suit and trench coat with me. I'll outfit it with my latest and greatest tech, that way if it comes to blows...you aren't so reliant on your....mental prowess..." **It was a pretty good offer, no lie. Having Forge install some of his tech into a battle suit could go a long way...**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Hey, the suit had to be formfitting. She couldn't fight with a baggy outfit that could get torn easier. Of course, it did have other perks- such as showing off her body. When he starts babbling, she just gives him the mother of all blank looks, shaking her head a bit as if to say 'what the fuck is this guy babbling about?' And then he comes back to the real world after looking at her body and Jean can't help the small blush that creeps up her neck and into her pale cheeks. Shit! Jean quickly clears her throat, blinking once before she looks over the screens again. Her mind was whirling. this could be a very good way to stop the Empire. She's quiet for a moment before she looks back to Forge, nodding in the affirmative. "You do what I ask and we got a deal." and then as an aside.. "Do you have a needle capable of puncturing leather and some steel twine? I need to fix my uniform. It got torn up." Jean gestures to the exposed armor plating on her back, arm and thigh.
0c144 Forge : "Of course. I'd intended to perhaps automate the systems, so that they didn't require a pilot...or perhaps some kind of on board authentication system that will enable only the approved pilot to start the machine. Or perhaps..." **He begins to mumble more to himself, as he further contemplates the detail which Jean was requiring. Of course, a fail-safe had always been on the agenda with this design, but Jean had perhaps exposed it as a greater flaw than he had originally thought, but the actual technical aspects of how to do so began flying out of his mouth as his power of insight into technology and machines took over. He wouldn't even notice that she had taken off the trench coat. He would be suddenly pulled back by her...some what tight uniform, and he stammers more unintelligable technical talk as he watches her for a moment. Then, he quickly gains control of himself once more, clearing his throat and returning back to the screen.** "So, yeah. Suits. Safety over ride. No problem." **His eyes dart from the screen to Jean.** "So you'll help?" **One hand goes over his mouth in anticipation and excitement that it may actually happen.**
a8d2e Jean Grey : "The Iron-what now?" That causes Jean's lips to purse a bit as she looks at the screens, following his actions with her eyes as she listens to his pitch. The problem was that she was able to identify a problem right off. "That's all well and good, but what happens when the raiders manage to overpower people who aren't skilled with the suits and they get a hold of them? People'll get terrorized more and who knows where that will lead." Jean shakes her head in the negative to his idea, her arms returning to their crossed position over her chest. She knew what his intentions were and it made sense. it was very altruistic..but the devil was in the details. "I can help you get your suits...on the condition that you make something that prevents people from using them. whatever you call it." Jean gestures with a hand, trying to emphasize her point, but she isn't technologically inclined. And then with a bit of a grunt, Jean slips out of the trenchcoat, tossing it onto a chair.
a8d2e Jean Grey : *might be able to help Scott with his psyche too. >>*
0c144 Forge : *Just, you know, use those fancy optic beams enough and I'll find you*
0c144 Forge : *Well if you ever wanna be found and kept off the grid, Scott. Give me a call. Lets do business.*
0c144 Forge : **Forge sees her wink and he chuckles loudly, obviously thrilled at her response. Clapping his hands together, he rubs them for a moment before turning to the closest monitor. He waves a couple of times at the screen, and the images on it would shift to a satellite photo of the city. Another wave of his hand would bring up various power readings and pieces of data which he had deemed important enough to track. He begins to close in on one in particular, both hands coming up as he attempts to further isolate the energy signatures. As he does, the monitor would zoom in on a bar in Neo-X, known as The Stained Glass Window. Something there, had obviously attracted his attention. He tries to get deeper, but the readings begin to be sabotaged and, in his brain, Forge knows that large amounts electro-static energy could throw his readings into disarray, as they had just done. Sucking his teeth slightly, he flicks his wrist, and the monitor changes to frontal view of the bar. While Jean may not know it, Forge knew of it, thanks to his connections with underground black markets. This bar was often used as a Resistance hide-away and gathering spot, but that wasn't what was intriguing him.** "Ok, Jean. Here's what I need. This bar has some readings off the charts. Ever heard of the Iron Monger? Kind of like this crazy suit, back in the human-mutant war? Identity was never revealed, and he was never caught? No?" **He would pull up some news clips in the corner of the screen from way back during the war, and Forge, for a moment, would marvel at it's beauty.** "Here's the thing, Jean. Making a suit like this...whoever made it...has some serious skill. I was able to isolate the energy signatures of the suit a long time ago, but now, when I try to track it, I always end up here, at this bar, and unable to get any more information. I'm assuming it has to do with the power plant located damn near next door to the bar. Electro-static of that level could cinsiderably hamper my ability to close in on the target energy signature." **He looks at Jean, then back at the suit.** "If we can find the man, or the suit, we could rapidly reproduce a large number of these suits. Imagine the village you protected earlier today, having these suits to protect themselves from Raiders. Or humans had them to carve out their own little place on Earth, free from Imperial control." **He chuckles slightly, then turns to her.** "A lot of money and good could be gained from us being able to put these out there. The Empire already has suits like this. So it's not like the technology isn't already being used. What we'd actually be doing is closer to leveling the playing field. Which is very good for business." **He holds up his arms, as if his grand scheme is the best ever in history, and he just has that look of pure enthusiasm and excitement in his eyes.** "I could use your help with locating these things. Once I get to the bar, the electro-static is going to severely impair me. I'll basically be useless." **Of course, he would still be going with her, though. He might be weakened by the amount of electricity the power plant created, but he was still ballsy enough to go anyway**
4375f Scott Summers : *Doesn't know most people*
a8d2e Jean Grey : (*doesnt know Scott in this verse, sadly.*)
a8d2e Jean Grey : Is that a bit of a blush that creeps across her cheeks? perhaps. She offers a small smile at the man before she shifts in her spot, letting her body weight shift from one foot to the other. While she doesnt trust Forge, she at least finds herself at ease enough with him. Maybe its the fact that she could finally unburden her secret on someone else besides Stephen. Then he mentions the job offer and she quirks her lips in a bit of question before she remembers the whole thing: he wanted her to work for him. And indeed, leverage on Jean was little. She already had what she wanted: space to save the people she used to care about- the citizens of Neo-X. But then again, the idea of money was pretty tempting. Her lips turn upward in a bit of an impish grin and she gestures. "I'm not a girl who works for others, but make it worth my time." She playfully winks, showing that she actually is relaxing enough around him.
0c144 Forge : (*Points at Scott* Gonna find you next! Maybe. Possibly. If Jean wants me too.)
0c144 Forge : **In response to Jean’s answer, he nods. While it was obvious Forge may not personally agree to Jean’s decision, he did understand that ultimately, it was her decision.** ”I understand. Personally, I don’t know If I would make the same decision as you, but, we are obviously different people with different experiences and expectations. It’s good to see someone so sure of their own decisions. I like that. Fortitude and assuredness looks good on you.” **Was that flattery coming from Forge? Perhaps.** ”So I take it this means you’re going to decline my employment offer too? It would be a real shame if you did…” **He could talk to her about the potential profit margins and how high they would be if she were in his service, of how much money they could make and how successful they could be, but he knows that’s not the kind of thing that drives a woman like Jen Grey. At the end of the day, Jean wanted to help people. That was the entire reason for her remaining so hidden and far from Neo-X.** ”What else could I do to make this happen? Certainly there’s something I could do in order to convince you to take the job offer.” **Obviously, even with his current negotiation leverage being as low as it Is with Jean, he’s still not content to just let her walk out without trying to convince her. He was willing to pay a high cost for it, because he knew the net gain margins of the scenario where she did work with him. And it was genuinely what was in his, and his businesses, best interests.**
7a199 Franklin Richards : If thats in the propfile then thats my bad it was supposed to be deleted but I mean whatever bruh
a8d2e Jean Grey : "It was either that or it would start right that moment and everyone on Earth would've been killed. I think I made the best possible choice at the time. Besides...maybe with me in there, I can..I dunno. Be a voice of reason or something. It's been dormant ever since that night. No voices, nothing. That's why I was in the Wastes. If it ever does wake up, at least the collateral damage would be minimal and I can try to get myself and it off the planet." Jean brings a hand up, running it through her red locks before tucking the sides behind her ears again. "I don't want to mess with it, to be honest. If I feel it trying to waken, maybe I'll let you know."
4e329 K: and as for trying to get people involved, i literally held a room event last week that would've gone very differently if anybody other than me and nate had shown up, but lmao you can't exactly do a full scale event with two people, so.
a8d2e Jean Grey : (...i was about to say LMAO)
4e329 K: everyone shut the fuck up with your fighting
4e329 K: that wasnt supposed to be private
K sent a :msg: to Jean Grey.
7b3b1 Warlock: No problems. Get back to RPing you nobs.
a8d2e Jean Grey : (thank you, L.)
a0bd0 L: Eh. Everybody calm their tits. Unless someones trying to bring down the sky with their OMGPOWUH there's really no reason to get uptight.
1ec8e Spec: (And lastly, for the record "Telepathy: As "Psi-Lord", he demonstrated a wide variety of psionic powers. Even as a kid, he at least displayed a remarkable resistance to a psionic Celestial assault." Is the furthest thing from "toned down." IJS.)
0c144 Forge : (Huh, more people in here now, than the past two weeks when I've been trying to get people to actually be involved in actual plot lines I've spent actual time coming up with. Curious.)
a8d2e Jean Grey : (so if you wouldnt mind, please quit derailing the RP.)
a8d2e Jean Grey : (dude, the admins okayed everything in her profile. its a part of her.)
7a199 Franklin Richards : I mean I toned him down and haven't made any mention of the stuff I'm not allowed to have, so, I mean. Y'know, apples, oranges, etc
0c144 Forge : (Of course, if you want to be all concerned about the Phoenix while having Franklin Richards, feel free. I think you'll be disappointed, though.)
0c144 Forge : (there ya go.)
0c144 Forge : ( https://pjj.cc/nx/register/viewer.php?su=Jean+Grey&fm=view )
0c144 Forge : (Well when you discuss someone's past things in their past tend to come up.)
a8d2e Jean Grey : (well for one, Jean was literally explaining her history.)
7a199 Franklin Richards : I mean I see a lot of dancing around it >_>
a8d2e Jean Grey : (read the RP.)
7a199 Franklin Richards : I thought we weren't doing Phoenix stuff in here
7a199 Franklin Richards : *Stare*
0c144 Forge : "And you're just going to hand your body over to the Phoenix whenever it decides it wants to wake up? You said yourself it destroys solar systems. Is giving this kind of entity a free vessel really what you want to do?" **Forge wasn't positive, but he imagined that what came after the Phoenix decided it was time for Jean to pay her debt. A lot of death, and a lot of destruction. And while Forge openly saw war as a money making opportunity, global destruction was generally bad for all businesses.** "You can't tell me you're simply okay with the terms of your "contract"." **As he says the word contract, he even gives it air quotes for emphasis.** "Like I said, I can't guarantee anything. But I can try..." **He had nothing else to hide from Jean. And while he was uncertain of how truly helpful he could be, offering her his assistance was really the only chance he had to get what he wanted: her power on his pay roll. And the deal itself was sure to be incredibly profitable for them both.**
a8d2e Jean Grey : "There is no 'if', Forge. It is inside me. there's more to this story." Another drink of water, this time draining the bottle before it levitates into the air and is crushed telekinetically. The bottle would then float to a trash can, landing in it. As for Jean, she leans back against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "That news footage you saw was the Phoenix awakening inside me due to the stress of everything. It was awake and it was pissed, so the Institute's first response was to lock me in their version of quarantine. I can't really blame them. There I was, at the top of my power game and now an ancient entity awakens in me and is pissed? Id be afraid too. I spent some time in that cell, having an internal war with the Phoenix for control of my body. Eventually we came to an...agreement. It would go back to sleep for now, and when it was time, it would re-awaken and I would hand control of my body to it so it could continue with its prime objectives out in interstellar space. It went back to sleep, but not before it gave me one last parting 'gift', as it were. my psionics are enhanced by the dormant Phoenix. When i was in the Central District, I could easily read the minds of anyone in the District unless they had a way to block me. That's how wide my range is. my telekinetics are strong enough that I can literally level a city block. If I honestly wanted to, I could destroy this place. I don't want to, so don't worry about that. What you saw in the Wastes? that was a small fraction."
0c144 Forge : "You were the child..." **For a long moment, Forge contemplates to himself, saying nothing more on what Jean had just told him. Instead, he seems to ponder on the idea, scratching at his goatee as he thinks.** "If this...entity, is within you, maybe there's a way to remove it...or at the very least keep it subdued." **Forge would push himself off the wall, looking at Jean.** "Maybe we can help each other. I could use someone with your talents on my payroll. And in exchange, I'd be happy to study and see what can be done to help you fear whats inside of you less. I can't guarantee anything right now, you'l need to understand that. But I've never encountered a problem I couldn't overcome with technology..." **Of course, Forge had never tried to remove a primordial entity from a person's body either, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to give it a try. Was it dangerous, even suicidal? Certainly. But then again, you were talking about guy who ran an illegal arms market out from under the Imperial guards nose. So, what did suicidal or dangerous mean to a man like him?**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Jean wasnt counting on him to know what the Phoenix was and that was fine. Not many, if anyone at all did. She takes a breath, debating the merits and flaws of actually letting in this potential stranger to her deepest darkest secret. Strange knew, but they worked together and were good friends. This was different. However, on the other hand...Forge did show her his hand. A small sigh escapes her lips before she starts in. "In the beginning of time, there were a few primordial beings around. Death, a being known as Galactus and a few others. However, there was an entity that later became called the Phoenix. Its responsible for life, death and the cyclical balance of the universe of anything that was, is, or ever will be. It can destroy entire star systems in the blink of an eye...and it has. More than once." Jean pauses to take a deep pull from the water bottle, her gaze never leaving him. gauging his response. "Back when the Earth was still forming and cooling, the Phoenix came here and was attacked by an ancient alien race. It was weak and starving, so it was somehow bested and trapped within the planets core. It slumbered for eons, drawing life force from things on the planet's face. Then it got loose during the last big extinction event. you know, the one that killed the dinosaurs. that much energy fed it and it took off. It wandered, feeding until it was drawn back here by the advent of mutants. When it got here, it found a small infant that it knew would have great psionic power..which is what it is attracted to. It bonded itself to the infant at its core and slumbered until the infant grew to a child, and then to a young woman. It enhanced her powers subtly, waiting. waiting for the right moment. when that young woman hit just the right moment..it awoke." Jean's eyes flare red again, but this time to make a point. To show what she really means.
0c144 Forge : **Indeed, Forge gives Jean the ability to use the computer, and once she pulls up the news filing, Forge has his own little ‘Aha!’ moment in his mind. So, there was a reason Jean was hiding. He watches the explosion and he bites the corner of his lip at the sheer power of the blast.** ”I’m sorry Jean…I didn’t…” **Somehow, these images had eluded his search, and Jean would be able to see that by the look on his face.** ”Look, I apologize. I meant no offense. I’m taking just as big of a risk bringing you here, as you did by coming. I get a little paranoid, sometimes. It’s the business…” **Waving his hand, the screen Jean used to pull up the images would be turned off, and Forge would keep his eyes on Jean.** ”So, you fear something called the Phoenix? What is that, exactly?” **Obviously, he hadn’t heard of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, Forge would listen to anything Jean would tell him intently, his eyes never straying away from her. He casually leans himself back against the wall as he waits for her to let him in on the secret.**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Oh, you can bet that Jean saw his reaction. At first it was irritating. And then he pushes her. That causes her to turn to face him and he'd see her eyes start to glow that fire red color even as he attempts that guilt trip. But then the glow melts back into her eyes as she calms herself down. "Watch who you're talking to like that. Just because I can't read your mind doesn't mean I cant hurt you." Jean moves over towards a computer before she gestures. "Unlock this thing." Provided he does, Jean will start typing in a browser. It'd take a bit, but then a screen would pull up. On the screen would be an old news video. The video would show aerial footage of the top of the Xavier Institute blowing out in a rather spectacular fashion along with fire red energy glowing in the hole. The newscasters would be talking, but Jean had it muted. She turns back to face him. "If you know who I am, then you know that I used to be an X-Man. One of the first. I was a top student at the Xavier Institute as well...I had it all. But there was a fellow student there named Emma Frost who hated me. I honestly think she wanted to be me. Typical girl bullshit. She made it incredibly difficult for me on a daily basis until the stress was too much. Then something happened. Have you ever heard of something called the Phoenix?" Jean finally takes a sip of the water, never breaking her gaze from Forge the entire time.
0c144 Forge : **For a moment, Forge is baffled by Jean's response. It simply didn't make sense. Unless she meant protecting people from her, or perhaps she spoke about her genetic code? His thoughts ran wild for a moment, as his suspicion of her and what she's saying grows. Jean would see his eyes narrow, and he takes one hand off of his bottle of water, swishing it around slightly in the other as he stares down at it, saying nothing but obviously thinking about something very hard. After a long moment, he finally takes a drink of the water from his own bottle. He takes a prolonged drink, gulping down several times, before he sets the water on a nearby table, the bottle now completely empty. As the bottle hits the surface of the desk, the area underneath the bottle would become bright red, as the surface becomes incredibly hot. If Jean watched the bottle, she would visibly see it melted down on the table until its nothing but ash, and it would happpen in the matter of seconds. Then, from underneath the table, a spider like robot smaller than the size of one of her shoes would crawl out, and suck up the ash very similarly to a vacuum cleaner, except it was completely self-guided and incredibly efficient. ~Up yours, Rumba!~ Meanwhile, Forge, who had not once looked back at his bottle as it burnt, would step towards one of the windows, and waving his hands, it would shift from the simulation of a window, to several smaller screens. They would show various angles of the fight Jean had recently been in with the raiders out in the wastelands, and for a moment, Forge would simply let them play, as he watches. Turning to look at her for a moment, he would frown deeply, and with another wave of his hand, another window simulating the outside would shift to smaller screens as well. This one, however, would show Imperial soldiers committing what can only be called atrocities to people all over the world. From human work camps, to beatings in the Outer District of Neo-X, and everything in between, right there on full display, caught by one of Forge's many drones he had everywhere.** "Jean, I may be a lot of things. I deal in death and destruction, and I do it for profit. But one thing I'm not is a liar. And I have to say, this....story, this "reason", you're hiding, whatever you wanna call whatever it is you're trying to sell me...." **Forge clicks his tongue audibly, and shakes his head.** "I ain't buyin' it. You're really gonna tell me that you want to protect people, like here in Neo-X? Hell if you wanna protect people Neo-X is where you need to be." **Forge snorts slightly, shaking his head a little as he calls Jean's bluff.** "C'mon Jean. You may have secrets but don't treat me like a fool. What are you really afraid of?" **Her answer, at the very least, had let him deduce to that. This chocie to hide wasn't something Jean had been forced to do, it was her own choice. Which meant she was afraid of something...But what?**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Most of it went over her head anyways. She was smart, but not that smart. the cap to her water bottle unscrews smoothly of its own accord before lifting off and gliding into her other hand as if she had done it physically. She always tried to keep her powers honed and ready to go, so she works more on manipulating small objects. Her gaze flickers all around once more, quite like in the avatar before she finally lets her eyes rest on Forge. When he asks why she was hiding, one could almost see Jean throw her guard up if they were trained for that sort of thing. under the trenchcoat and armored uniform, her body tenses just a bit but she keeps it under control. Then again...he had taken one hell of a risk by bringing her down. She steps away from him, moving towards the nearest table to look at an invention. when she does speak, her voice is a bit guarded. "To protect everyone in the cities." Wait...what?
0c144 Forge : **Forge would grin mischievously as Jean asks her questions. The robot which gave Jean her water would fly by her, moving around to come to a rest beside Forge. He takes a bottle of the water from it as well. He pops the cap off of it with a single motion, and then turns to face his back to Jean, his arms going up in the air as though his work was a masterpiece. Which in it’s own way, was true.** ”Back in the 1940’s this place was used to manufacture lead used in many of the products at the time. Paint, insulation, metal working, automobile manufacturing. You might be surprised to learn how many things they actually used lead for at the time. The side effect, of course was that lead was showered on the ground, walls, and ceiling of this building for over a decade. Even the most advanced sensory detection systems can’t penetrate the lead coating here.” **He looks back at Jean, that grin still on his face.** ”Of course, that’s only the base defense measure against the Empire and their… we’ll use the term surveillance. The psionic baffler, the multi-leveled encryption..” **As he rattles them off, he waves his hand in the air as though they were just technical aspects or individual components of a much larger machine, which was true, and he had little interest in the small stuff. It could also be completely true that he simply didn’t want to give away all his secrets, even to Jean. Which was also completely plausible.** “”Of course, you’re no stranger to staying hidden to the Empire yourself. Possibly the most powerful psionic user on Earth, and yet for years you’ve remained in the Wastelands, hiding.” **He turns to stand face to face with her, tapping the bottle of water with one finger.** ”Certainly there’s a reason for that. You know why I hide. It’s a fair question, I think, to ask the same from you…” **As suddenly as the dull tapping of his bottle began, it would end, as his finger gently rests on the bottle as he awaits her response.**
a8d2e Jean Grey : Jean cautiously moves to stand by Forge, a very low level telekinetic shield around herself invisibly for protection. She was playing nice, but she still had to protect herself. At the mention of his psionic baffler, Jean merely rolls her eyes with a bit of a smirk before they're lowered into the mill. Jean tenses, her eyes flicking back and forth before she really starts to see everything. Jesus christ! But then they go even further and her eyebrows rise in a mix of approval and interest. one hand comes up and a bottle of water would hover towards her to gently land in her palm. slender fingers wrap around the bottle and she shakes her head in the negative. "Thank you." she then looks about once more, really taking it all in even as she steps off of the elevator behind him. "It's...something. How did you hide this all from the Empire? I mean...I know we're in the outer districts but still."
a8d2e Jean Grey : >>
b0a0a Stane : *Cleans the bar*
f6755 IT : Will Our Easy to Forget About Hero escape and live to fight another Day? Tune in to the next episode of... Wait, where am I? What am I talking about
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : **As the guards move towards the door, FMN crawls his way around the AC unit. Inside, he knows it’s going to become 1000 times harder to get away if the rest of the building is notified about the door he just broke. With his good arm, which thankfully happens to be his shooting one, FMN draws his SHIELD Icer pistol, and turning the corner, he shoots the Imperial guard about to radio in what they’ve found first. It hits him squarely in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the metal unit behind him. He lands with a Thud!!, completely unconscious. FMN keeps walking forward, and turns the second corner, finding himself face to face with the other two soldiers near the door he had just come through. They see him and raise their weapons to take aim, but they are a second slow, as FMN already has his Icer pistol levelled and aimed at them both. He fires two more shots in quick succession, hitting each of them in the chest with a shot. They both crumple, and for a moment, everything is quiet. His arm hung limply to the side, FMN lowers his pistol and sighs slightly, feeling the weight of the mission begin to pound on his body. That’s when he feels the bullet hit him in the rib as a burst of gunfire across the rooftop breaks the silence. FMN falls from the impact, grunting as he forces his bad arm to cover the bullet hole on his abdomen. Thankfully, its nothing more than a graze, but FMN knows that there are more on the way. He forces himself back to his feet, and as another burst of gnfire goes off around him, he lunges towards the edge of the building, and jumps off of it, feeling bullets whiz by him in the night air.**
**The rush of air over takes his ears as he falls. He loses the noise of the gunfire above quickly, as the rushing of wind as he falls takes over. His body hurts, and as the ground quickly closes in on him, he considers just closing his eyes and letting what will be, be. But at the last instant, that ever present fight inside causes him to yank on the back pack ripcord, and from a separate pocket on the top of it, a parachute emerges. His body is yanked upward momentarily by the parachute slowing his descent, giving him enough time to steer himself away from the building and the sirens and police lights, and towards the darkness of the alleys a few blocks away.**
**FMN lands in a heap in an alleyway full of trash, quite literally coming down on a pile of garbage, and the set down isn’t the most gentle thing. He hits the ground hard and he grimaces intensly as the pain from his ribs and shoulder throb. For a moment, he just lays there, half in and out of consciousness, before finally, he forces himself to his feet. He uses a release cord to rip away the parachute from his backpack, and then, he grabs his hologram projector on his belt. Somehow, it had miraculously not busted on him through the trials he had been through. He adjusts the settings, then reactivates it, making himself appear as an Imperial guard. He uses this disguise as he sticks to the alley, hobbling his way back to the safe house he had here in the Central District.**
**It would be hours before he was actually back at the safe house, and when he does, he’s bled out quite a lot from the bullet wound. He gets himself inside, stumbling over to his workstation near the cot. His bloody fingers send out his location and an SOS to the two people who he knew actually knew he existed. Vision, and Tessa. Both are the same.**
”Failed operation knowitall. Need immediate assistance. Locate me via the following coordinates…. “
**Once it’s sent, he cant help but pass out…** **Fade on FMN for now**
f6755 IT : *Flattened by a wall of text* ....ooooooooooooow...
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : **As FMN rides the elevator up, he can’t help but think how badly he has screwed up this attempt to breach the Imperial State Building and get the intel he needs. He grumbles audibly as he hunkers down on one knee, taking a few items from his back pack as he elevator continues to climb upwards. He knows that there will certainly be more Imperial soldiers coming in from the roof, because the Empire wasn’t stupid. In response to this tactic, FMN stops the elevator about three quarters of the way up with an emergency stop. From there, he locates the emergency exit hatch, and climbs up onto the top of the elevator.**
**It’s here that he decides he has to cause a decent enough distraction to move the Empire soldiers away from the rooftop floor of the building. While the Empire had been alerted by NED through motion sensors and advanced algorithm’s from the security guard’s being drug across the lobby, even NED would have extreme trouble locating FMN. However, NED would also be aware that the elevator stopped three quarters of the way up, through the manual emergency exit. FMN would not be surprised if at this very moment, Imperial troops were being re-routed from the lobby and the roof to the floor where the elevator had been forced to stop. He didn’t have much time, but he had enough. He hooks a small, electronic pulley device up to the elevator cable, then attaches the other end of it to his own belt. He presses a few buttons on the pulley, and from the small LED screen on it, it gives him a count down from 5.**
**Five…FMN checks his belt and his backpack. They were one and the same, and in this instance, they were going to be keeping him attached to the pulley. That was going to be quite necessary, considering everything that was about to happen.**
**Four….Next comes his weapons. He had yet to fire any of them, but it never hurt to check the chamber and magazines to make sure you had what you needed, just in case. This was the Empire, after all…**
**Three…FMN makes sure that the next part of his plan when he gets to the roof is ready to go. It appears to be two small pieces of thin metal, held together by an engine of some kind. To make sure it doesn’t go anywhere, he attaches this to the pulley he’s also attached himself to.**
**Two…Lastly, FMN takes a grenade from his belt, a basic fragmentation grenade. He pulls the safety pin and chunks it down the shaft, holding the grenade in his hand with the lever clenched in his fist as tightly as possible….**
**One…..FMN closes his eyes, and grabs the pulley system with his free hand on a spot with a built in handle. In his mind, he has himself a bit of a prayer, because he always hated what came next…**
**BEEP!! The pulley system lets him know only a millisecond before the engine winds up, and the pulley system attached to himself and the cable begins to yank itself up the cable, at an extremely high velocity. FMN lets out an exasperated grunt as he’s lifted rather harshly by the unforgiving machine, and as his feet come off the ground, he releases the grenade in his hand, he rises quickly as he hears the thud of the grenade on the top of the elevator. He doesn’t look down, but a few seconds later, the grenade explodes. The force of the explosion causes the elevator cable to snap off the elevator itself, and the elevator is knocked off it’s rails by the impact. The safety locks try to snap into the elevator as it begins it’s descent, but they have nothing to hold, and the elevator falls over 20 stories before it hits the ground.**
**Meanwhile, the grenade causes something else to happen with the elevator cable. The force of the grenade cause a violent vibration and whiplash in the cable, which runs upwards towards FMN and the pulley system he’s attached to. The pulley may be fast, but the whiplash of the cable is even faster. FMN watches it approach, his eyes going back and forth between the the top of the cable above, and the quickly rising and writhing cable below. He honestly doesn’t think he stands a chance, and even lets out a bit of a yell as it closes in. The pulley gets met by the whiplashing cable right as he clears the elevator shaft and rises into the elevator maintenance area above the shaft, and FMN is thrown across the room by the writhing cable. He hits a cement wall solidly, his feet level with his hand as he hits it, and he feels all of the oxygen leave his body as he smacks into it. There’s also a loud POP!! as his shoulder takes the brunt of the damage. He falls to the ground after hitting the wall, landing chest first, and for a moment, he just lays there, completely unmoving. To be completely honest, he isn’t sure if he’s able to. Inside he wonders if the lack of pain everywhere is a sign he broke his back and is now paraplegic, but sudden, jolting pain from his shoulder lets him know that he isn’t paraplegic, just extremely lucky.**
**FMN grits his teeth as he forces himself to his feet. He’s in a room full of elevator machinery and equipment, and not much else. On the far side of the room there’s a door, which he’s fairly certain leads to the roof. However, because of the security here at the building, the door was an inch of steel with rebar inside, and a single steel frame it locked into. FMN was prepared for that though. He takes a step, but immediately falters from the ringing in his head and the pain in his shoulder. He’s sweating profusely, but forces himself back to his feet yet again, he lets his dislocated arm hang awkwardly and limply as he grabs the device he had set aside earlier and detaches it from the pulley and cable, wincing the entire time he does.**
**Moving to the door blocking his access to the roof, FMN shoves the two long pieces of metal through the door near the door knob and locking mechanism. He’s forced to drop to one knee in order to see the small display on the device, and with a click of a few buttons on it, the device powers up. The engine iinside of it spins and whirrs loudly, as the engine begins to pull the two pieces of high tension steel apart. As it does, the steel on the door gets bent inwards, causing the locking mechanism in the handle to be pushed backwards, and out of it’s hole on the frame. As though it were unlocked, the door swings open freely, and as it does, FMN sees search lights and several red lasers on the rooftop. He wasn’t alone up here. Worse than that, his device doing its work wasn’t exactly quiet, and already three Imperial guards were headed his direction. He grabs the device off the door, and throws himself behind a large AC unit to the left of the door. As the Imperials approach, they all know something has happened to the door. One stands back to radio it in, while the other two move towards the door.**
b0a0a Stane : *Plays Pong*
29c92 Cordelia Frost : *It was okay. I think Emma might've blinked literally one time during the whole thing.*
8f820 Rhino: o.o
6444e Anya Heart :
Corbin almost made you a bridesmaid
L sent a :msg: to Kimeria.
562d9 Lilli Stephens : mushy shit..
6444e Anya Heart : :3
6444e Anya Maximoff : Anya was already weak in the knees, but the way Corbin — the way her husband pulled her close had her all but melting against him. She was already leaning in when his lips met hers, both arms looping around his neck and drawing him close. Lifting one hand, she cradled the back of his head as she kissed him. It took some time before Anya realized that the rushing sound in her ears wasn't just her heart racing, but also the roar of applause from not only the wedding guests, but distantly from the streets outside the garden. At long last she drew back to gaze adoringly up at her groom, just in time to hear the officiant's words to the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen of the Empire, I present to you Her Imperial Highness Princess Anya Maximoff Heart and her husband, His Imperial Highness Prince Corbin Heart." Only then did Anya pull away, keeping an arm around Corbin as she turned to smile brightly at her father and her guests, taking back her bouquet from her sister. The quartet began a gentle and familiar tune, and the couple descended the steps of the gazebo, hand in hand as tiny white petals rained down from above. They were followed into the palace by the rest of the wedding party, and immediately Anya's bridesmaids were upon her, adjusting her dress and bustling her train. They would make a public appearance as husband and wife, and then they would proceed in horse and carriage to the estate for the reception. Anya leaned in to kiss Corbin again, letting her thumb brush over the smooth band on his finger.
e8f16 Corbin Heart : His own iris contracts in unison, and he sends her the picture he had already took: Of her kissing her father's cheek, one last moment of her as her father's one and only. Corbin had heard everything the officiant had to say, but he'd mostly tuned him out in favor of that one, precious thing in front of him: Her. Stepping in, Corbin lets her hand drop from his and instead wraps his arms around her, pulling her body into his. Once he's snug against him, he lets a hand slowly pull the veil from her face...and presses his lips against her's. Dun, dun duh-dun.
6444e Anya Maximoff :
well it is still technically an act of love
e8f16 Corbin Heart :
AND THEN CORBIN FINGER BANGS HER RIGHT THERE, STARING AT MAGNUS AS HE DOES SO
6444e Anya Maximoff : She didn't so much as glance down as he placed the ring on her finger, too wrapped up in gazing at him with a small, dreamy smile on her lips. That adorable smile on his face was too precious to let slip away, and so the pale blue aperture of her iris contracted, forever preserving the image in her memory. The officiant was speaking again, but Anya wasn't listening. She'd heard the ceremony enough to understand that he was now speaking about how they would strengthen the Empire through their bond. All of it she already knew, could probably even finish the speech herself. At long last came the words that brought goosebumps to her arms. "By the power vested in me by His Imperial Majesty Emperor Magnus, I declare you to be husband and wife in the eyes of the Lord and in the eyes of the law. May your first act as a married couple be one of love. You may now kiss one another for the first time as husband and wife." Anya's heart stopped, and she took a small step forward, the flimsy veil suddenly stifling.
e8f16 Corbin Heart : His eyes never leave her own, but unlike that icy stare that so many have attributed to him, there's something else in those eyes. Something more akin to a need is there, and his hand grips her's gently as she speaks. He fights the urge to kiss her on the spot as the ring slides onto his finger, and he again has to fight to stop himself from laughing at the thought of the Emperor's face if he did so. Instead, Corbin clears his throat quietly and speaks. "Anya, my Annie; this ring is a symbol of our unique bond. Testifying to something unbreakable is it's shape, signifying something unwavering is it's design. It's alloy is like our love: Nothing can shake it, nothing can break it. What's more, it's hard material is contrasted by your delicate skin: A true symbol of what we are. You temper me. You took a hard man and made him care, made him understand compassion. You made me better. I will love you as my wife from here, as we grow old, through any sickness, and through any storm. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine." ...Look he's paid to shoot, not to speak. Cut the guy some slack. After he's finished, Corbin sheepishly smiles at Anya...and it's the first "sheepish thing" he's ever done.
6444e Anya Maximoff : Clasping hands with him, Anya brushed her thumb across his and turned to the officiant, but the pulse in her ears made it difficult to hear much of anything. She had opted for a more traditional wedding, as Corbin wasn't Jewish, but the betrothal blessings she had insisted upon. They each sipped from the same cup of wine, and then the princess turned to take a ring from her sister before turning to face Corbin once again. Her hands were trembling as she took his. Her voice rang out clear, though she had no idea how; she was light-headed and far away. "Corbin, I give you this ring as I give you myself, and in return I take you as my husband. When we were children we held one another as we cried over scraped knees and elbows. We laughed together until we both felt sick. From this day forward, I will hold you when you cry and join you when you laugh. I promise to grow with you, to help shoulder your burdens, to push you and inspire you, and to love you through happiness and hardship, until my dying day. Wear me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is infinitely strong. Many waters cannot quench love, no flood can sweep it away, I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine." As she spoke, Anya slid a simple band onto Corbin's finger. Her eyes flicked back and forth slightly, and then she gave him a gentle smile. An encouraging one.
e8f16 Corbin Heart : The noise starts to die down and Corbin swallows hard, his head tilting up as it struggles against the tight collar of his suit. As the violin starts and the doors swing open, Corbin's eyes first with the Emperor's, and then settle on Annie's. Her grin is met by a smile of his own and when she finally makes it to the altar,(how long did that take, because to Corbin it felt like an hour,) his hand reaches out for her's. Nodding to the Emperor before he takes his seat, Corbin looks back to the Princess and bounces both brows as if to say "Oh boy. Oh bother."
6444e Anya Maximoff : The steady and pleasant sounds of the string quartet ceased, and for a moment there was silence in the garden. Then a solo violin began to play, accompanied by the soft sounds of a piano — Clair de Lune. The white doors of the palace opened and the princess stepped onto the garden path, her hand tucked into the Emperor's elbow as the other cradled a small bouquet of pale pink roses tied with a pale green ribbon. Her gown was simple, classic ivory with delicately embroidered flowers of all colors; her hair was piled on her head carefully, and a thin gauze veil flowed behind her like fairy wings. A smaller veil covered her face, drawn up over her tiara. Makeup was simple and plain, likely because she kept drawing her lip between her teeth nervously. Her eyes immediately found Corbin at the altar, and a bright grin spread across her face, almost as though she had spotted him at a party where she hadn't expected to see a familiar face. As she reached the gazebo, she handed off her bouquet to Wanda and turned to kiss her father on the cheek, then stepped up to join Corbin. Her eyes didn't leave his again.
da306 Gabriel Summers : *Gives thumbs up to both of them*
e8f16 Corbin Heart : Oh boy. Oh bother. Corbin fidgets ever so slightly upon the altar, his hands clasped in front of him as he nods to each of the groomsman as they walk by. Dante Hudson, his longtime friend and squadmate, takes his position as the best man. Anya's brother, Jean Paul, is next to him, and they sport the same black and green(eco green, as Anya explained to him, but honestly Corbin would just call it mint)that the rest of the bridal party wore. Corbin and Dante wear their own military dress uniforms, though Corbin's is now adorned with a sash with his various medals pinned on in display. He fidgets again; of all the ceremonies and balls he had to attend, now had given him any cause for nervousness or fright. Even in all the combat situations, Corbin had never felt so...so unnerved. His eyes travel the crowd until they fall on the door. With a deep breath, Corbin steadies himself. Oh boy. Oh bother.
6444e Anya Maximoff : The entire Central District was brightly lit and bustling with life. Crowds formed along the streets closest to the palace as people throughout the Empire gathered around their televisions to watch as the broadcast began. The gardens themselves were a tiny pocket of springtime in the middle of the winter, daisies blooming alongside violets, flower petals dancing on the breeze. The ceremony itself was fairly small, perhaps a dozen rows of seats in front of a gazebo wrapped with honeysuckle vines. Distinguished guests ranged from prominent government officials to friends made at the Institute, and there was no shortage of representation from the Imperial military. Most of these had already taken their seats, and the activity began to wind down as the groomsmen escorted the bridesmaids to the foot of the gazebo and then took their places on either side.
8f820 Rhino: o.o
6444e Anya Maximoff : *hums the wedding march*
6444e Anya Maximoff : :3
e8f16 Corbin Heart : Ahem.
8f820 Rhino: o.o
6444e Anya Maximoff : *high pitched squealing* I'M GETTING MARRIED TONIGHT
f6755 IT : Rest in Peace, AOL IM
8f820 Rhino: o.o
Rachel rolls 8 = 8 on a 1d26 +0.
Rachel rolls 16 = 16 on a 1d26 +0.
Rachel rolls 9 = 9 on a 1d26 +0.
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : **TAP! TAP! TAP! The security guard who was working the lobby front desk would be caught off guard by FMN’s tapping his fingers on the front door. He had been eating a cup of ramen noodles and watching something online, but when he sees FMN at the front door, he pauses it and stands up, moving the door. He doesn’t open it though, instead yelling at FMN through it.**
”We’re closed, man. Not sure what you’re dressed in that suit for, but I can’t let you in!”
**FMN plasters the forged ID of the State Department on the door, letting the security guard see it. Then, beside it, he does the same thing with his forged travel documents. He puts his face close to the glass as the guard peers down at them.**
”Look, I know we aren’t usually open right now, but this is a special circumstance. I’m working on a case involving a possible, imminent terrorist attack. I need to get to my office! It’s a matter of life and death!!”
**As he speaks, he sees the security guard think it over in his mind. This man was obviously loyal to the Empire and his job, but he obviously didn’t like the idea of a terrorist attack occurring either. For good measure, FMN taps the glass, making a face which said his business was very urgent. With a look of uncertainty, the security guard gives in, stepping forward and opening the door for FMN.**
”Thank-you! Thank you so much!! I can’t tell you how much this means.”
”Yeah, yeah, man. Whatever. Look, if anybody finds out I let you in here, it’s my ass. So you need to make sure you get this cleared with your department.”
**The security guard turns his back, and in an instant, FMN, whose right behind him, moves swiftly. He aims a single, solid chop for the side of the man’s neck, hitting a nerve there. The man is unconscious immediately, and as his body goes limp, FMN grabs him under both arms, and then drags him around the desk, setting his limp body back in the chair behind the lobby desk. He positions the guard with his arms crossed on the lobby desk, and his head on those crossed arms. When the guard woke up, he would have no memory of his interaction with FMN, and with any luck, he would think he fell asleep on the job. As for the camera’s, they would pick up a strange blur carrying what appeared to be a limp security guard. Somewhere, a silent alarm goes off, but FMN has no knowledge of this. He moves quickly towards the elevator, taking his SHIELD phone out and holding it in his hand, he gets an active mapping system of the building. The most heat in the entire building was coming from the 16th floor on the northwest side. And where there was excess heat, there were usually large electronic devices, IE, servers and mainframes. He hits the elevator call button for up, and as he’s waiting, he’s looking at his phone. That’s when he sees the multiple flash lights heading up the stairs outside the building. Looking up, his jaw drops at the sight of several Imperial guards rushing the building. As they open the door, he hears DING!! and the elevator beside him slides open. He steps into it as the Imperial guards breach the building, and he can hear their boots stomping as they rush the place. Instead of hitting the 16th floor, FMN hits the top floor. As the elevator begins to rise, he’s cursing himself and kicking the wall of the elevator in anger. The entire plan was blown, and now, he wasn’t trying to get any data. Instead, he was now trying to survive and get the hell out. The rooftop gave him the best chance of that.**
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : ”Gentlemen….I have an urgent matter at the Imperial State Department building. Please…allow me to pass.”
**The guards look at each other, before looking back at him, and one of them puts his hand up, the other hand clutching the butt of his rifle. The other two men flank him to either side, their guns half raised as they remain attentive to the situation before them. It was a little late for people to be trying to get to the office, but credentials also didn’t lie.**
”Let me see your badge, please! Do you have travel documents?”
”Fine. Though I must insist that I am in a hurry!”
**Taking the documents they asked for from his pocket, he would hold them out to them and let them take them. They were complete forgeries, but he plays the part well, acting as though he were growing impatient. He lifts his sleeve to reveal his watch and eyes the time, audibly clearing his throat as he does. **
”Listen, I appreciate you men are doing your jobs, but I must insist on my being able to pass quickly and without issue. There is an important event taking place soon and the Empire must be properly prepared…”
**The guard stops looking at the forgeries and stares at FMN. He tisks audibly, before handing it back to FMN and stepping to one side. As he does, FMN smiles, fixing his suit and taking the documents back with his chin held slightly higher than before.
”Thank you, gentlemen. You shall not regret your decision to let me pass unhindered tonight.”
**He walks through the check point with his chest puffed out, as he continues on into the heart of the Central District. He was only a block or two away from the Imperial State Department at this point. As soon as he’s out of the guards sight at the checkpoint, they forget he ever passed through, and FMN uses the alley to clear the last two blocks between himself and his target. And like magic, there it was, the giant monolith in the sky.**
**The Imperial State Department building wasn’t just the Imperial State Department building by itself, of course. It was a large structure which housed many of the official Imperial designated sectors of their government. Security was, of course, tight, but FMN knew he would be able to bypass most of the security simply because of his powers. It made him a natural for the job.**
”You wanted to be a hero, right? Let’s go…”
**The next thing FMN would be considered insane to most Resistance members. He walks right up to the front door of the facility.**
f6755 IT : i somehow doubt that
32f59 Priscilla Quentin : but im ic
f6755 IT : it's OOC
32f59 Priscilla Quentin : no this is god moding. please stop.
f6755 IT : *keeps rolling Prissy*
32f59 Priscilla Quentin : ....no
f6755 IT : *rolls Priscilla like a d20*
Priscilla Quentin rolls 6 = 6 on a 1d20 +0.
1ec8e Spec: Holy fucking shit oh my god
1ec8e Spec: Holy fucking shit
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : Carol swallowed hard. That was... a lot to take in all at once, but essentially it meant that for the first time since the Empire's inception, there was a real chance for peace. Or the beginning of it. A laugh of relief escaped her, and she leaned in, lowering her voice as well. "Corbin... Thank you. I knew that between the two of us we could start to fix what was broken." Lifting her hand to his cheek, Carol brushed a thumb over his cheekbone, then wrapped both of her arms around his head, hugging him close. "They'd better hurry. I think I'm starting to lose memories, maybe other brain functions too. When you came in here, I couldn't remember your last name." She remained silent for a few moments, then pulled away and gazed into his eyes. Had they always looked that way? Was she forgetting that, too? "Don't let me forget that I love you." There. She'd said it. He'd been the first to say it back at the old SHIELD HQ, and she had regretted not telling him sooner that she felt the same, but now it was out there. And Carol couldn't help a small, almost bashful smile.
e8f16 Corbin Heart : Corbin watches as she explains everything she remembers, and his suspicion is confirmed when she fails to remember their last meeting. Corbin sighs, running a hand through her hair and his thumb over her forehead. Before he knows it, he's on his knees and leaning in to talk quietly. "We've depowered you because we're going to try and remove the growth. I talked them into a clemency deal: We help you by removing this tumor, and you agree to a cease fire for the next six months while the Empire works out a deal with the resistance. We're trying to do what we can...things are changing after the outbreak."
6f993 Jemma Simmons : Jemma would take May’s lead after the prompt from the other side of the wall to have Daisy’s companions step into the open. She clicks the safety on her gone and then slides it carefully back into the holster before following the seasoned veteran out into the open with her arms held in the air, palms visible and empty as she approach in May’s wake. Jemma was nervous but she knew that May and Daisy would have back if need be. This wasn’t going to be a problem, this would be fine. She didn’t speak but unlike May’s stoic and unfriendly (it was never friendly not really) expression, Jemma’s was a bit nervous and definitely not a bit threatening.
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : This time it was Carol's turn to frown in confusion, bringing one hand up to lay it over his, essentially holding his hand against her face. It felt good. She'd missed him, mourned for him. "No, I know. Corbin, I know about the device, I helped fight to protect it from the horde. But before that, before the city went into shutdown, I was in Hermes IV and you... Corbin, the last time I saw you, your suit was going to mercy kill you before the virus could finish what it started. I sat with you, I talked with you. But I thought you were dead." She gave a bitter laugh and only then did she break her gaze from his, glancing away so that he wouldn't see the fear in her eyes. "Yeah, I remember. Son of a bitch lured me to New Liberty and used innocent civilians against me. I tried to save as many as I could. Must've knocked my ass flat, because I woke up in here. Oh. And I'm apparently dying." Her gaze may have been cast aside, but the tightness and the slight tremble in her voice was unmistakable. "Thought it wouldn't be so bad. If there was something after this, I'd get to see you again at least. Guess not. Funny, right?"
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : **Inside the Central District of Neo-X, ForgetMeNot wakes up from a nightmare that he often had. There was fire, death, and a man in Hastati armor. The man in the armor points a gun at him, and then everything goes black as the shot echoes in his mind. He wakes up with a jolt, his hand going to the gun underneath his pillow and grabbing he, he aims it at the thin air in his empty room, still unsure of what was real and what wasn’t. He’s cold but sweating profusely, and once he realizes he’s alone, he allows himself to gasp in a big gulp of air as he swings his legs off the cot and onto the floor. One hand runs through his hair, as the other limply holds the handgun between his knees.**
**FMN forces himself to his feet and heads towards the bathroom of the empty apartment, his hands putting the gun on the small of his waistline, tucking the pistol into his waistband as he turns on the cold water from the faucet. He rinses his face thoroughly, trying to scrub the images of his dream from his mind. He grips the sides of the porcelain basin on the sink, as he takes long, deep breaths to calm his heart, which felt like it was about to explode in his chest. He stands there for a long moment, before he moves to the refrigerator inside the apartment kitchen. He wrenches it open, hoping to find bottled water, but all that’s there is beer.**
”When in Rome….”
**He grabs one of the bottles, pinning it to the granite countertop on the side of the bottle cap, before slamming his hand downwards and smacks the top of the cap with the palm of his hand. POP!! the bottle cap of the beer goes flying and FMN takes a long draught from the bottle. To be completely honest, he hadn’t had a cold beer in years, and the taste of it is better than he remembers. He downs half the bottle before he realizes it and has to yank the bottle away from his mouth, setting it down and wiping his lips with a grunt.**
”Gotta stay focused…”
**Before he can be caught in another moment of weakness, he dumps the rest of the bottle in the sink, leaving it there as he turns and heads back into the living room, where he had hic cot and equipment set-up. He unzips his backpack, and empties it onto his cot. He goes through each of the various items there, checking that they were all still operating and functioning correctly. As he finishes with each piece of tech, they go back in his backpack to their preassigned spot. Realizing he doesn’t have his ear piece in, he grabs it off the night stand beside the cot and places it in its spot around his ear lobe. Tapping it twice, a small green light would come onto it, and he would hear a low BEEP!! in his ear coming from the comm.**
”This is Forgotten, calling support. Preparing to move in on the target.”
**Then, he taps his comm. again, and finishes packing up his equipment. He puts the P90 submachine gun on his back, and then covers it with the backpack, which he slings over top of it. Finally, he places the hologram projector on his belt, and then he fires it up. His SHIELD infiltration uniform is covered by what would appear to those on the outside as a nice suit and tie get-up, complete with an “Imperial State Department” badge and I.D. on it. He fixes his hair in a mirror, slicking it back on his head, and then, giving himself the once over in a mirror, he adjusts the holographic tie, the tie itself digitizing for a moment as his hand goes across it. Then, he’s out the door and headed down the back stairwell of the apartment building he’s currently using as a safehouse, and headed towards the Imperial government section of the city. He doesn’t hide from cameras as he moves through the city. He had yet to meet a device capable of recording him, due to his powers. He sees a checkpoint near his target building, and instead of trying to avoid the checkpoint, he walks right up to them, taking on a face of exasperation and pretending as though he’s out of breath. He holds up his forged State department ID as he gasps out at the guards**
”Gentlemen….I have an urgent matter at the Imperial State Department building. Please…allow me to pass.”
e8f16 Corbin Heart : Corbin's eyebrows knit together as he listens to her repeat something she'd already said, and his hands cup her cheek. Confused, Corbin looks from Carol to the door...then back again. "The virus is gone. We stopped it, the city is back to normal. The Empire was able to develop a vaccine, we cured it. Do you...remember anything from the last few days?"
8f820 Rhino: *Kicks back*
0dbdb Rachel: oh god im pink
0dbdb Rachel: I should do my Jemma post. Maybe.
a0bd0 L: Hn
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : To say that Corbin's voice caught her off guard would be a major understatement. Her heart stopped and she turned toward him, eyes wide in open wonder as they scanned his face, then she lifted her hand to touch her fingertips to the line of his jaw and trace it up to the curve of his cheekbone. His own hands on her face were welcomed, and she almost leaned into them, her gaze never leaving his face. Clear blue eyes were full of emotion that she didn't even attempt to hide. "So are you, apparently. Jesus, Corbin. I saw you die. The virus..." she trailed off. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, but she knew that his superiors were likely watching.
e8f16 Corbin Heart : Corbin is quick to enter behind the guards, and his voice cuts in over their's. "That won't be necessary, Corporal. Give us the room," he says with a clearing of his throat, and both guards go to attention before quickly exiting the room. The door latches behind them, and Corbin steps in towards Carol, his fingers easily snapping the zip tie around her wrists and sliding the plastic in his pocket. His hands gently probe her face, pressing lightly around her bruises before he smiles. "Tougher than you look, Carol."
0b7c3 Jimmy Hudson : ((and back))
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : Earlier this morning, Carol received the news that the growth in her brain was worsening, and strenuous physical activity could make it worse, give her brain damage, and potentially even kill her. No more working out to pass the time. The boredom was almost as bad as the headaches. Almost. Those were still bad enough that they frequently made her black out, wondering every time if this would be the one she didn't wake up from. She was laid out across her cot with her pillow on her stomach, staring at the white ceiling and attempting to daydream. It wasn't going well, and so she was actually grateful when two guards entered, batons drawn, and told her to face the wall with her hands on her head. As she complied, she couldn't help but feel a strange surge of hope. "Zip ties on the wrists," said the guard to her left, and his partner grabbed Carol's arms one at a time to twist them behind her back.
0b7c3 Jimmy Hudson : ((brb))
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : *I'm still gonna get that data one way or another*
0b7c3 Jimmy Hudson : *shakes head*
af01b N.E.D.: We're not a global Empire in control of 75% of the Earth's population for nothing.
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (I hate you Nate...)
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (oh my fuck...)
N.E.D. rolls 18 = 18 on a 1d20 +0.
ForgetMeNot rolls 13 = 13 on a 1d20 +0.
b27b5 Daken : urg
8f820 Rhino: o.o
30088 Nate: <.<
2f43d Paige Guthrie : ((I guess i didn't mess it up, i just hit the word limit))
2f43d Paige Guthrie : Two hours later, a teenager carried the body of a woman in her thirties into the clinic in the center of town and was immediately treated for hypothermia.
2f43d Paige Guthrie : The holiday season was Paige's favorite time of the year. She wasn't ashamed to be the obnoxious kind of person who hung battery-powered lights around the frame of her door in mid-November, whose Danger Room sessions were perpetually accompanied by Trans-Siberian Orchestra tracks, and whose entire wardrobe for the better part of two months was some combination of red, white, and green. Being the overachiever that she was, Paige had also taken the liberty of organizing holiday events for the students. Caroling trips and rehearsals, she had it covered. She'd even printed off the selected music and organized it in binders for her fellow carolers. There were Guthrie-approved sign-up sheets for volunteers. They could help pack essential bags with toiletries and necessities for impoverished citizens, or they could help distribute those to shelters in various districts throughout the city. Students could opt to visit hospitals in the area or state homes for children orphaned by the virus, whether to hold the babies or read to the children. As for Paige herself, she took on as many of these as she could, as well as her own personal project.
With the help of Mama Guthrie, Paige had assembled gift bags filled with survival essentials as well as some things that were simply nice to have: Water bottles, socks, tuna and crackers, granola bars, fruit snacks, wet wipes, kleenex, maxi pads, toothbrush and toothpaste, nail clippers, band aids, chap stik, cough drops and vitamin drops, first aid kits, hand sanitizer, waterless shampoo, an inflatable pillow, and reusable hand warmers. These kits were each arranged into a sturdy backpack.
Separately, she had holiday bags. In the blue-and-white bags, there were menorahs that fit inside a mint tin. Eight blue birthday candles and one white candle were lying in the tin itself, and glued to the inside of the lid was a set of nine short cylinders that could hold a candle each. The tin also included a lighter. These bags also included chocolate gelt and a dreidel, with blue fabric drawstring pouches with small toys or games, each one labeled with a number, one through eight. At the bottom was a children's book about the story of the Maccabees. In the red-and-green bags, Paige had packed a plastic Christmas tree made of hard plastic flat panels that fit together to make a standing tree. It stood about a foot tall when finished, and came with a switch that lit up the LEDs embedded in the plastic. There were also a few gifts, small toys not unlike the ones in the Hanukkah packages. There was a children's book here too, a choice between a book about the birth of Jesus and one about Santa Claus's youngest elf and her misadventures. In the religious bags, she left candles with paper holders and an invitation to a midnight service on Christmas eve. For all of the holiday bags, Paige had included a voucher for a ham or turkey dinner (which could be substituted for a vegetarian option) at one of a number of establishments in the outer districts and even just outside of Neo-X proper. There were gingerbread cookies and candy canes for all and packages of instant cocoa and instant apple cider.
It was her labor of love, and she had spent months preparing for it, taking donations of money and supplies. It was the fourth year that Paige had done something of this nature, and each year it had grown. What had begun as 20 care packages in her home district had spread, and now she had almost two thousand of each kit. Instead of focusing on one district, she had donated a number of kits to several of the poorest districts, leaving behind one Guthrie in each to oversee the distribution of the kits. Paige herself was to remain in the Central District to distribute a small number of the kits to the poor there, and to network the wealthy for donations for next year. The problem was that Paige wasn’t in the Central District, and she’d never had any intention to be. She had set aside 300 of each kit, kept them off the records and fudged the numbers, and piled them into her truck, covered with a tarp. And then she made for Riverdale.
Tuesday night she had spent handing out Hanukkah bags, and though she had intended to sleep in a room above the tavern, she didn’t want to risk running into Nate. Offering aid to humans was fine, she pitied their lot in life, but that didn’t mean she wanted to have a discussion about how Paige and her sister were pawns of genocide. Especially with him. It still hurt, much more so than if the words had come from someone else. The fact that she had briefly felt hopeful at the idea of seeing him was proof enough that she needed to steer clear. So instead, she had parked her truck behind the maglev station. An old farm truck like hers with a tarp over the back rarely drew any attention, so she didn’t see any cause to worry about the kits, or about her own safety for that matter.
It was cold tonight, and the rain wasn’t helping matters. Paige had considered husking to stay warm, but the only forms that would keep her warm were elemental, and she didn’t want to burn out the upholstry of her car. With a battery-powered heater and a thick blanket, she curled up across the bench seat and tried to sleep. And she was nearly there, too; she’d just reached that moment where her drifting thoughts began to slip into nonsense. Just as she was helping the school librarian with a cataloguing problem by cutting fruit (so that they could be filed under S for sliced apple, rather than in the crowded A section, obviously) sleep was snatched from just beyond her grasp by the sound of unkind voices nearby.
She sat up without thinking, a thick fog still obscuring her thoughts from one another, but that didn’t last long. Two armed Imperial officers stood with their backs to her, a third crouched behind them in the center of the alley. He was facing Paige, but his eyes were cast down at the woman sitting on the ground. Ducking her head down, Paige pulled her black hat further over her ears to hide the bright yellow hair that would certainly draw attention. Slowly, she rolled her window down silently, just a crack, to better hear what was being said.
The soldier crouching down had upended the Hanukkah care package, and Paige could see the remains of nine snapped candles on the ground when he shifted to pick up one of the small gift bags, marked ‘3’. With slow and careful fingers, not seeming to mind the icy rain, he pulled open the drawstring pouch and pulled out that day’s present: an egg of silly putty. He opened the plastic egg and pulled the pink putty from inside the plastic, then pressed the putty itself into the mud and dragged it along through it. Then, with his fingers still muddy, he picked up another bag, this one marked with a 6, holding a chubby stuffed penguin. In one movement he had drawn out a knife and slit it open and began plucking bits of fluffy stuffing from the ruined toy, flicking them off into the mud. Finally the woman spoke up.
“You’re nothing but a bully. You and the rest of your cowardly Imperials. Stealing toys from children — my son’s only six! Leave him something to open for Hanukkah!” The soldier looked thoughtful for a moment as he reached for another bag. Then, thinking better of it, he pulled his hand back again. “You’re right. Let’s give him a surprise for Hanukkah. Reynolds, do you have anything for a six year old?” One of the soldiers standing watch glanced over his shoulder and Paige ducked out of sight again. “No sir, I don’t,” he said with a smirk that could be heard in his voice. ”Ain’t that a pity. Well hell, I’ve got an idea!” the soldier said, turning back to the woman and reached out to stroke her cheek with one muddy finger. She shuddered. “How about you and me give him a little mutant brother or sister?”
Paige’s blood ran cold, and it had nothing to do with the winter weather. She knew she ought to intervene, but she also knew her best chance against three armed Imperial soldiers was waiting until all of them had their back turned. Her fingers gripped the seat and she had to concentrate to steady her breathing. When the sound of her heart pumping in her ears had quieted some, she caught part of what the woman was saying. “...before I ever let you touch me!” And then came her grievous mistake. With the fingers of one hand curled slightly, she threw an open-palmed slap across his face, clawing four red lines into his cheek. The soldier stood abruptly and drew back his foot, kicking the woman square in the face. She fell backward and let out something between a sob and a scream, but he was already upon her, bringing his boot down on her face over and over until the screaming stopped and the woman lay still.
Paige was frozen to the spot with horror the likes of which she had never felt, even when battling the horde. The soldier turned back to the contents of the gift bag and reached down to scoop up the gold coins, turning them over in his hand with no indication in his behavior of what he had just done. With surgical precision, his fingers unwrapped one of the chocolate gelt and popped it into his mouth, then rolled up the foil into a ball and flicked it at the woman’s body. The instant that the foil made contact, it burst into flames that spread far too rapidly to be natural in the cold rain. Unaffected, he passed the other two soldiers, and they followed him out of the alley and down the street. It was silent except for the crackling of the flames.
When at last Paige was able to force herself to move, she tore the blanket off of her and threw open the driver’s side door, catching her foot on the way out and stumbling to keep from falling. Upon reaching the woman’s body, Paige threw the blanket over her, pressing down on the cloth to tamp out the flames. Then she fell back, sitting down hard on the wet and muddy pavement, staring at the small bags of gifts soaked through with rain and mud, and she cried hard. She took the dead woman’s hand, still unburnt, and held it in both of her own, murmuring slurred apologies. Two
2f43d Paige Guthrie : fucked it up
2f43d Paige Guthrie : Ok here it comes y'all bin warned
2f43d Paige Guthrie : ((I'm proofreading and then I'll post))
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (Im still typing, lol)
f6755 IT : where's the contest
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : *TIME FOR THE CAMEO CONTEST!!!!!!!!*
2f43d Paige Guthrie : *also abt to post a cameo*
f6755 IT : *perches on Fel and watches Spec*
1ec8e Spec: Im about to
d728f Felinx: You should!
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (bout to say fuck it, and continue on with what I got.)
f6755 IT : *Rolls around*
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (This is in order complete Phase 1 out of 4. Still got plenty of time)
8c8d3 Carol Danvers : I need to do one rp with Corbin first I believe, I'll check with Nate when he gets online
8f820 Rhino: o.o
c0e2a ForgetMeNot : (Really need to get this break in done)
1ec8e Spec: Man. Fell asleep my self.
1ec8e Spec: I need Tessa's help. Maybe after your nap?
d728f Felinx: Hiya!
1ec8e Spec: Fel!!!
d728f Felinx: Day off! *Naps.*
f6755 IT : nah, see. the Empire installs Robotumors into people who might grow up to be threats. Then they just turn on the tumor when that person is confirmed to be a threat
6444e Anya Maximoff : https://pjj.cc/nx/jbb/index.php?pid=529177
8f820 Rhino: I think it looks great, but to each their own *shrugs*
4e329 K: in the way it looks
8f820 Rhino: In what way?
4e329 K: looks bad
8f820 Rhino: How so?
4e329 K: it's gonna suck lol
8f820 Rhino: So, that Ready Player one, amiright?
0dbdb Rachel: *Waves to Dirt.*
e6b54 Magnus Maximoff : Death by tumor is my preferred method of execution.
0dbdb Rachel: dang
8f820 Rhino: o.o
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