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Post by monet on Jan 25, 2009 19:23:57 GMT -5
Monet took a step toward the girl, "Look, little girl, I have a right to defend myself..." She was cut off by two men rushing toward them. One headed for Monet, the other for the girl who had been stupid enough to insult her. Monet ducked and caught the man in his solar plexus with her shoulder, then wrapped her arm around him and took a couple of steps before launching into the air. Hovering over the crowd, she found a tight knit group of protesters and dropped the man on them. Those that weren't knocked down scattered.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2009 19:29:55 GMT -5
"Hey, guys, we've got bigger problems here," Ty remarked as another group came rushing towards them. Concentrating hard Ty phased into transparency and let them pass through her.
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Post by Odin on Jan 25, 2009 19:30:41 GMT -5
((OOC: I come late to the party.))
::Odin had been at the Magazine late on Sunday, to make up for lost time over the week; admittedly, he had been distracted. The noises from outside were largely unnoticed, as he sat with a pen and pad, trying to do Morph a favor with the tax returns. Everything had been fine until the power in the building flickered, and then stopped. He blinked, waiting for the generators to return power to the building. It took longer than usual, and he heard sirens go off.
He had done what was reasonable, to check out the window and saw mobs of people fleeing. This was everything he had hoped against, and everything he had expected back in Chicago. He was about to call the police, when more sirens went off, and when he tried, the line was busy. People somewhere showed reason.
He had left the office, and stopped the first passerby he could find for answers. "There's a f-cking riot!" had been the response, and the near overload of his tracking sense confirmed the worst.
Odin knew only basic triage, but he had one of Morph's cameras, and decided that if nothing else, he could get information. He pulled his overcoat more closely to him, and had tried to make it through the masses of people, which was easier said than done. In the distance a gunshot had gone off, and there were fires around them. He tracked down the first cryokinetic he could find, and at least *one* problem out of many was taken care of.
He had managed to get a few pictures when someone in the mob at the north entrance to the park took his camera and ran. He tried to track him down, but it had been a human, and there were too many people to make it through; not to mention that he wasn't athletic. Worst of all, he was now stranded in the midst of it.::
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Post by Husk on Jan 25, 2009 19:38:03 GMT -5
Paige just about punched the brunette in the face when another man came at her. He got her in the jaw, but the only issue was that it did not hurt her at all. Instead he yelped in pain and grabbed his hand in agony. When he bet down she kneed him in the face and let him fall to the floor. "Idiot." She muttered to herself.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2009 19:38:44 GMT -5
((Woman's prerogative? ;D ))
Ty had just phased back when she felt a familiar heartbeat in close enough proximity that she could detect it above the mob. "Odin!" she yelled, to get his attention.
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Post by Odin on Jan 25, 2009 19:47:05 GMT -5
((OOC: The slowest Internet this side of the Mason-Dixon line.))
::The number of mutants around Odin paled in comparison to the last rally, but there was more fighting this time, he had personally been wronged, and his fight-or-flight sense was overstimulated. He was too old for this, and he had come too far.
His tracking sense alerted him to several familiar presences, also unsurprising. Particularly the one who had called out his name. He dodged two men grappling with one another, and moved closer; there was safety in numbers.:: "Typhoid."
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Post by monet on Jan 25, 2009 19:47:17 GMT -5
Monet heard Ty's cry and honed in on her from her place high above the crowd. She followed her line of sight and saw Odin. This was surprising to her, as he didn't seem the type to get involved in something like this. She landed next to Ty, her obligation to the situation heightened by the addition of another friend. She didn't like how she felt at that point, as though all of the mutants behind her were her responsibility. The crowd seemed a single entity before them, and she knew that it had grown considerably, having seen it from the air.
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Post by Husk on Jan 25, 2009 19:50:08 GMT -5
Paige quickly turned her gaze around when she heard Ty call a familiar name. Her eyes widened when she saw it was actually him. What was he doing here though? His powers did not grant him much defense. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly once he was close enough.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2009 19:50:53 GMT -5
"I'm beginning to think coming to the protest was a bad idea," Ty deadpanned at Odin.
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Post by Odin on Jan 25, 2009 19:53:11 GMT -5
"I called the police," ::Odin said, which was as much an answer to Paige's question as it was a reply to Typhoid's statement. This was beyond out of hand.::
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Post by monet on Jan 25, 2009 20:10:41 GMT -5
Monet eyed the crowd again. "Does that mean we can get the hell out of here?" She asked, directing her voice toward Ty and Odin.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2009 20:54:16 GMT -5
"When they get here we can," Ty replied, assuming that Monet included herself in the "we".
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Post by Husk on Jan 25, 2009 20:59:33 GMT -5
"I'm not leaving." Paige said, not caring if the others left. "I'm not about to leave here while so many people are in danger." As if to prove a point she heard someone scream and looked around until she spotted a girl, around her age, her skin an odd color and a gun pointed at her. Breaking into a run, she tried build as much speed as she could to knock the man to the floor when she got to him. Jumping in the air once she was close enough, she braced herself for impact as she tackled him to the floor, grabbing a hold of the gun as she and twisting his arm so he would let it go.
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Post by monet on Jan 25, 2009 21:22:05 GMT -5
Monet watched the violence escalate around her. People were starting fires and she had heard a couple of gunshots. She scanned the crowd. Her heightened senses bombarded with stimuli. A man rose his hand to strike another and Monet moved without thinking, clothes lining the attacker. She started to look for other similar opportunities, because apparently she had been demoted to crowd control.
Then she was struck with a thought. News crews. Her eyes widened at the thought of the PR nightmare this would cause. The last thing she wanted was to be the poster child for mutant activism. It was broad daylight, the city was in chaos, and she had already been careless enough to take flight twice. She looked around and saw a few people filming the chaos with their phones.
It was too late to change her mind, though. Her picture had already doubtlessly been taken. Monet was reaching all new levels of frustration.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 25, 2009 21:24:32 GMT -5
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