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Post by skids on Apr 6, 2009 16:20:17 GMT -5
Skids' eyes flicked from the door to around the room nervously. As she was looking around, she caught site of another patron, a man with a head of brown hair, focused on the door as well. Biting her lip to keep from calling out to him in distress, she breathed deeply, frightened for him and the others, even Typhoid, the target.
A thought struck her, but it was a traitorous notion to Masque's cause; still, Skids, shivering with anticipation and fear, decided that it wasn't right for the humans, at least, to be hurt. Her eyes watered as she raised more shields around the unsuspecting bar staff. If Masque survived, she'd have to run as far and as fast as she could to get away from his wrath; he fed on the pain and misery of others. Even so, in her heart, she knew this was the right thing to do. "I'm sorry," she murmured to herself, a tear trickling down her cheek. She let it plop onto the table in front of her as the Morlocks attacked.
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 20:23:38 GMT -5
((I'm just going to NPC from my own account, as it's probably faster that way))
A group of four people was gathering outside the door. All wore long coats with hoods or even cloaks to cover their appearance. Masque was there, but he was in back of the other three-he would have the coup de gras. He'd gotten his best group together, although he knew that Typhoid would be hard to handle in the middle of a party with her friends. It was still the best time to get at her; they needed a way to cover their tracks, and a mutant party that got too rowdy and ended up setting fire to a bar was a perfect scapegoat. He hated playing the "scary mutant" card, but sometimes it worked to the Morlocks advantage.
After Typhoid's group had been destroyed by Wideawake, Masque had a hard time getting people back together. When news reached him that Typhoid had failed in her mission, hadn't killed or Cured anyone, had stayed in that damn school, it had been the last straw. He'd given her a bounty kill months later, planning to turn her in to the cops for murder. She'd let the guy live. She was getting soft.
At the head of the group was Victory, an energy manipulator whose mutation also resulted in fangs, claws, and red reptilian scales. The energy she wielded was strong enough to punch holes in walls, and she was a fighter with amped up strength to boot.
Beside her was Dante. He was the only mutant among them who was blind, but his use of sounds around him let him use echo location to move around. His cloak concealed wings that spread from his sides to underneath his arms, and he was furred, his teeth and the tips of his ears sharp and pointed. He could fly, and like Victory, his claws were razor sharp.
Between those two and Masque was Masque's new protege. Her name was Celine, but they called her Mimic. She could take the powers of anyone within a five foot radius of her, simply though being near them, although she could only hang on to one person's powers at a time, and only for a few minutes. Masque knew that with her that's all that was needed. Mimic was the most human looking of all of them; she was an albino.
Masque stood at the back, and it was him who gave a curt nod. Victory raised one foot and kicked down the door.
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Post by monet on Apr 6, 2009 21:12:45 GMT -5
As the door crashed open, Monet sprung to her feet. "What the hell.." she muttered, a look of disgust on her face when she got a look at the mutant in the doorway. "Friend of yours?" She asked Ty, wondering if such abhorrent behavior was usual in mutant social circles.
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 6, 2009 22:37:31 GMT -5
Ty spun around; between the party and the music she'd been ignoring heartbeats, otherwise she might have heard them coming. A second later, she shook her head. "I only know one. This isn't good."
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Post by skids on Apr 6, 2009 23:04:01 GMT -5
Skids slid out of her seat and over to Masque and the others, her face tense.
Masque turned to her, a blank look on his face. "Where is she?" He asked her.
Swallowing, Skids reluctantly raised her hand silently, pointing to Typhoid and the girl that sat next to her. She bit back the question she wanted to ask, if whether Masque was intent on destroying everyone and everything to get to Typhoid, and strengthened her shields over the small group of Morlocks.
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Post by Shadowcat on Apr 7, 2009 13:31:24 GMT -5
The mood in the room shifted instantly and, as the girl pointed to Ty, Kitty moved instinctively over to where her friend was standing. The look on Ty's face was enough to answer any immediate questions Kitty may have had.
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Post by Cypher on Apr 7, 2009 14:20:33 GMT -5
Doug started when the doors to the bar were kicked open. Instinctively, he put his hands over Kitty's shoulders; he walked with her over to where Ty stood, looking distressed. So, these flamboyant newcomers with the flare for dramatics weren't invited after all; good to know, since they looked hostile. His eyes narrowed on the one who had kicked in the door.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 9, 2009 3:30:11 GMT -5
Gambit was on his feet at once when the first signs that something wasn't right came. He had almost expected it, subconsciously, so he wasn't surprised. His bo staff, folded, was at his belt, and a deck of cards in his pocket, at usually, but he touched neither for now, just watching the situation to make sure whether he'd actually have a need of weapons.
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 10, 2009 21:01:36 GMT -5
Typhoid felt Kitty beside her, glanced at her and back again, a silent signal that she appreciated the show of solidarity. Masque asked a blond girl where she was, although Ty guess he barely needed the direction. The other three Typhoid didn't recognize at all. "Masque, what do you want?"
Masque tilted his head to the side; his cloak was still in place so most of what you could see was his eyes. "You had a mission to complete. Kill or Cure Xavier, kill or Cure Lensherr. It wasn't hard. You chose not to do it. You hid from us, you didn't come back until after your group was destroyed by the humans. And you didn't even do your job then; you let the bounty kill we gave you live. You knew the rules. Abandonment wasn't an option."
Ty folded her arms, and let the green energy that made up her powers spill out around her. "I don't answer to you anymore. I don't owe you anything."
Amusement was apparent in Masque's voice. "Everyone answers to us."
Out of the corner of her eye Ty saw another person rise to his feet, and it took a second for her to realize he was Gambit. She knew he'd been involved with the Morlocks once, and she left Kitty and Monet a second, walking over to him, keeping Masque at a distance. "You have something to do with this?"
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Post by Shadowcat on Apr 10, 2009 21:14:09 GMT -5
Kitty couldn't believe the accusations about her friend. Her stomach twisted, but she didn't let any emotion show on her face. She reached up and took one of Doug's hands and brought it down to her side and squeezed. It was the only outlet for her worry, fear, and confusion at the moment. She kept her eyes trained on the strangers as Ty stepped aside to talk to a man she vaguely recognized.
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Post by Cypher on Apr 10, 2009 21:22:07 GMT -5
Doug felt Kitty squeeze his hand and he gave a reassuring grasp of his own. He, too, kept his cold blue eyes on the intruders. Strengthening his resolve, he announced in an ice cold tone so that the new arrivals could hear, "This is a private affair. I suggest you leave before someone gets hurt."
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Post by monet on Apr 10, 2009 21:29:24 GMT -5
Though Monet's last experience with Ty's people had been pretty miserable, she knew she was on this side of whatever was about to happen, so she closed the space between herself and the young couple in a show of solidarity. When the blond guy spoke, Monet nodded in agreement. She appreciated the forcefulness. It gave her hope that this wouldn't be a repeat of the mushy team work exercise at the riot.
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Post by Gambit on Apr 12, 2009 14:08:39 GMT -5
Gambit hadn't expected anyone to come over to him; for now, he could tell that Typhoid was probably the only one he actually knew out of the people present. He had made no immediate connections between the intruders and Morlocks in his mind, but now that Typhoid was asking him (of all people) this question, plus the general impression he got from the appearance of the intruders, the conclusion came quickly.
For a split second, he wondered how he had managed to not come by the knowledge that some of the Morlocks were still around.
"No," he replied. "And I wouldn't even believe myself if I were. You on their 'wanted' list or somethin'?" All the while he was keeping most of his attention on the Morlocks.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Apr 13, 2009 5:08:05 GMT -5
Kurt had found a quiet corner from where he could observe people and at the same time get comfortable with the crowd.
When the newcomers arrived, he became more alert. He had a good eye when it came to telling people´s intentions and these looked like they had come to cause trouble. When he saw them approach Typhoid he moved a little closer to the centre of attention, the experiences of previous months having taught him that sometimes things could get nasty quickly, but he hesitated again when he saw the red head talk to someone else. He couldn´t recall the name of the man, but thought he had seen him around the mansion some times already.
As tension inside the room was rising, Nightcrawler waited. And observed.
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 14, 2009 20:30:35 GMT -5
Victory replied to Cypher at a nod from Masque. Her voice was raspy, hissing. "We'll go where we like, littling."
Ty was still over by Gambit, on full alert, as were her powers. "Have been for awhile. Didn't think they'd try."
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