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X-men: Order of Heracles

Techno looked at Annabelle as she inquired as to the communicators "Sure it'll transform with ya, that's the entire idea" he responded with a laugh and a wink. He laughed more as he watched the chair fly into Robert, bowling him over, when something caught his eye, Jia-Li, for a moment, her usually annoyed face softened for a quick second, he wondered why, she opened her mouth to say something, and something was about to come out, or so Techno thought anyway, but then the moment was over and she sat back down.

Techno followed everyone to the weapons room, spilling out details on the general weaponry as he opened several gated and locked hangers with but a wave of his hand, the toys suddenly becoming available to all present, came in all shapes and sizes, large, small, medium, XL, rough, smooth, and somewhere in between. All present took what they wanted. As he watched El Tee take some of his new NeuroShock Tasers he made a casual warning to the large man "Just be careful using those big guy, they tend to pack more of a punch that the standard run of the mill tazers, also I haven't worked out all the bugs yet so, yeah" he smiled weakly as he was treated to one of the famous El Tee glares, and then prompty shut up.

As the others headed for the meeting point to be ported in, Techno headed for his control room, filled to the brim with monitors and tech, it was where he spent most of the missions, he flicked his hand and the comms all turned on.

Suspension of Disbelief

Drake picked up another scent as it approached, again the rhythmic tapping of rubber against the sidewalk, this time coming from the opposite direction, he sniffed the air, twas definitely a mystical, though he could only tell the species as it grew closer, a Wendigo, the sickly smell of blood covering most of it, must have just had a late evening snack. On a certain level Drake liked, or at least respected the Wendigo, they cleaned up after themselves very efficiently, often barely leaving a trace even to those with eyes to see it. As this particular wendigo passed him, Drake, only taking his eyes off of the paladin for a moment, nodded subtly in greeting, time slowed as he watched as the beast's eyes flicker in a color change, nothing escaping the sharp eyes of the dragon.

Turning his attention back to the Paladin after the long moment spent swiftly analyzing the passing wendigo, who was hopefully not off for another late night snack, Drake caught the end of the Paladin's words ".....just stumble back home" Drake wondered if perhaps he should teach this woman respect, he was, after all, among the most powerful of those under the influence of Disbelief, something this woman clearly didn't pay much attention to, or else her attitude might tend more towards that of the wendigo, a racing heart, a sweating brow, polite gestures. Normally he might do just that, but tonight was special, there would be no violence on his watch tonight, it being a sacred tradition to him, in addition there would be no barbequing or deep frying tonight, so Drake decided to have a little fun with this angry woman who had dared to suggest that he abandon his vigil, simply because she thought he had looked at her funny "Creepy? Is this not a free country, am I not free to sit where I want, again you approached me, I was here, minding my own business when you came up and began berating me, I think you owe me an apology" the Dragon toyed with the Paladin as he crossed his arms, again adding extra slur to his words to cover up his sobriety, unsure of her reaction, but more than sure that anything she could throw at him he could take, he continued the smirk that so clearly angered the Paladin.

X-men: Order of Heracles

Techno stood up and began glowing again, waving his fingers and bringing up a blueprint of the prison as El Tee finished the overview, he snapped his fingers and a little robot came in with a bottle of beer and a t-shirt, putting on the t-shirt, taking a swig of the brew and happily sighing afterward he thanked the little bot as it scurried out of the room, the large Technopath said, his t-shirt lighting up with strange designs from his skin "I'll be offsite, it'll be easier to get the signals necessary, and this way you guys don't have to worry about keeping me safe, not to mention that if something should happen to all of you I'll be here to call in some sort of cavalry" a red dot suddenly appeared on the holo-projector inside one of the rooms, the visual expanded to a closer version of the map, with several blue dots running up the hall toward the newly appeared red one "You'll want to port in here, the warden's office, it'll put you almost directly on top of where they'll be, based on their speed, and general direction, provided there isn't anything that slows us up" Techno began waving his hands again and the Comms flew to the members in the room "Your comms have also been individualized to respond to your powers" He winked at some of the more destructive members of the team "so as long as no one is TRYING to destroy the tech, and nobody get's blasted in the ear, they should survive the fight"

Techno 'powered down' as he liked to call it as Catia began speaking, listening and watching intently, waiting for something to happen.

X-men: Order of Heracles

Nicias Askani said
Oh yea. tacos

it would appear we have a teleporting, semi-psionic version of deadpool on the team.

Suspension of Disbelief

Drake looked the woman up and down, attempting to maintain his drunken appearance, the sweat covering her was to be expected, she was a runner that was running after all, as was her increased heart rate, though a woman running at night, alone, especially with the messiness some of the other mysicals had been creating lately, was either not very wise or fully capable of handling herself, Drake assumed, from the smell of paladin that came wafting off of her like bag of chips opened inside a car during a rainstorm, as well as the strength he could see in her arms that the latter was in fact the case. He also noticed, as she stopped, that the little light on her phone had caused it to come alive, so either she thought that talking to drunken men on the street was more important that answering a text message, OR she had some sort of app that encouraged her to keep running, Drake stored that small tidbit away for later. Her hostile tone wasn't all that surprising considering the way it must look, a drunk man in, an admittedly impeccable, suit, looking disheveled and holding onto the edge of a bench for dear life, looking, somewhat analytically, at what was probably considered an attractive, by human standards, woman, running by, but her actions and words were interesting, he hadn't said anything, and yet she had stopped in front of him, he pondered that as he answered, cracking a smirk as he did so "You stopped in front of me, remember? if anything I should be asking that of you." Drake answered politely after a moment, adding a small bit of slur to his words, he liked to keep up appearances, especially around new people, especially around new people who smelled of human.

Suspension of Disbelief

Saarebas said
Sorry guys but I'm going to have to drop this one

awwww maaaan, would have been fun to interact with the fearling, oh well, see you around the forums maybe, bro.

X-men: Order of Heracles

Russell slid his goggles back onto his head and pulled his earplugs out, immediatly regretting that decision, he put them back in and turned down the music, allowing the music playing headphones to double as sound dampeners, he listened until the end of the message and then headed for the conference room, making a couple detours on his way there to gather his thoughts and information, though it didn't take long to get there.

Arriving in the briefing room shortly after El Tee but striking a stark contrast to the clean shaven military man, Russell was wearing his usual, a scruffy looking beard, shorts, a necklace his father had given him, his goggles and a tool belt. Not a very large fan of shirts or shoes, Russell was glowing red all over while he spoke, which he did after a moment of the room looking at him expectantly, getting up and moving while doing so.

"It took me a minute to break into the prison's camera system, the thing is ancient, but I did it nonetheless, I was also able to access the rollcall list, though you won't like what you see" As he said this Russell moved his fingers seemingly erratically before a list showed up on the projector, it was a long list at first, showing almost a hundred names in small font but then it began zooming in, showing fewer and fewer names "I could be wrong, but my guess is that they want one or both of these two" as the rest of the names faded away, two began to stick out, eventually being the only two names there, the words floating in the air above all that happened, revolving on the holo projector were, in large letters under the words solitary confinement: Creed, Victor. Alias: Sabretootht and below it Marko, Cain. Alias: Juggernaut Russell was silent for a moment in order to let that fully sink in.

"Thus far I haven't seen Quicksilver, though that doesn't mean he's not there, as I can only look so well, but so far the pictures and the camera's tell us that the party Inside the prison consists of Scarlet Witch, Blink, Havoc and two new guys, whose abilities seem to be connected somehow, while the party outside the prison mostly consists of pretty much everyone else; Toad, Pyro, etc" the large technopath said after a moment, then, having said his piece Russell sat down and stopped glowing.

Suspension of Disbelief

Drake sat, stretched out on a bench in the park, a bottle of something or other in his hand, about halfway gone, he was dressed as he always was, regally, in a black suit, dress pants and wild hair, though he had more of disheveled look about him than normal, it had been a long day, meetings, trips, concerts, all of which he had attended with eagerness, but there were no parties tonight, nor would there be, not for Drake anyway, the aptly named took another swig of the swill, and sighed happily after he felt it smoothly run down his throat. It was a special occasion, though perhaps not for Drake himself, but definitely for himself, there was a mystery about this day that had not been lost on the dragon, while normally a jovial kind of man, and not prone to bouts of emotional brooding, tonight was special, tonight belonged to them, just the two of them, just as it always would. Drake was never sure if his memories were his or another incarnation of his, if hhis very claws had been the ones that had been enveloped in hers or if it had been his great-grandfather's or his great-grandfather, or his, but he didn't much care, what he did know was that they had flown together, really flown, and grown up, or grown old and that today was their day, and as such, as was traditon, there would be no parties at the infamous Bacardo Manor, no poker night's, no poker nights or whiskey soiree's at the House of the Big Bat, as some called it, he poured a little bit of the alcohol, or so it appeared to the human eye, on the ground near his feet, an old tradition he, or a previous part of him, had started years before.

Suddenly an approaching presence entered Drake's sphere of awareness, he could hear the feet pounding the pavement ina rhythmic, consistent pattern, a jogger, he could feel the vibrations in the air from the strange blend of electeric guitar and fast speakng singer's that uniquely characterized Linkin Park, and lastly he sniffed, he smelled human, sweet yet with an aftertaste of bitter, like an orange covered in dark chocolate, mixing with that he smelled the acrid burnt of a person with a past full of things that shouldn't have been done, and yet the savory taste of hope and redemption mixed to create the unique smell of the paladin. Instantaneously upon making this realization an image of a man, dressed ina a remarkable amount of armor for how incredibly hot it was in the desert, weaving a curved sword about his head and feet, and doing a surprising amount of moving about for how hot it had been popped into his head. His mind also traveled to picture's from books, of men in still large amounts of armor, wielding incredibly large swords with strange names like hawksbite, Drake prepped himself for impact, steeling himself on the bench and behind it, ready for whatever would come, No one would desecrate this day or this place. He was surprised to see a woman round the bend by where he was sitting, the moonlight shining off of her hair as she rounded the corner, comong toward him, his eyebrow raised a very different action for a dragon than for a human but still it maintains the same purpose, a happily inquizzical look as he looked her up and down, his brain going back into analytical mode, decrypting her as he dipped his head.

Suspension of Disbelief

Good god, MonsieurShade, what did you just pull that straight from a book, it was exquisite.

as far as scaring the pajamas off of the skeptic goes, someone please do, if only so we can all imagine the horror and awe on his face when a human in front of him turns into a leopard, or a demon hound. Although our resident paladin would probably hear the screaming from across town, that might be no bueno for whichever poor creature got in her way to save the skeptic, although she IS wearing headphones, and it sounded as though they were fairly loud........

Edit: tonight is brooding Drake night, most of the time he probably won't be like this, tonight he is.

Werewolves in the City

Arrayah said
This isn't over or dead. I have just been waiting for North to post! So don't go leaving or anything.

What, leave this rp? Never, there's too much unresolved potential.