Ruby said
Ew, no. I work for a living.
Yes sir.
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Yes sir.
Aye aye sir.
Before Alex exited the remains of his 4x4, the environment was beginning to the reflect the mood of said individual. Even their combatants, who with reinforcements now easily surrounded the crashed car, it and the rock wall providing the mutants with cover, couldn't help but rip their eyes from their prey to the crash of thunder above them, storm clouds seeming to brew from nowhere in a colossal display of natural power. With something akin to a snarl, Alex pulled himself from the wreckage, the fiercest point of the building weather pattern directly above him, and thus, the rest of the group he now stood among. It was ominous in the extreme, stretching high into the atmosphere and nearly black as coal, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning which, only capable of lighting a fraction of its bulk, only served to display the volatility of the recent weather based creation.
"My fucking car...well then, lets get to.."
Alex was interrupted as the first attack from their rescuers struck those attacking them, the force rippling through the landscape and jarring those, already shook up from the crash, further. Gripping his head for a moment, Alex was fast to respond, the air starting to swirl around him, even as the thunder above intensified. There were enough assailants that it would be no easy task to wipe them out even with their powers, something Alex had little problem with at this point.
"No bloody way, they're not stealing all the payback." With a burst of air, Alex bounded atop the earth and stone wall only recently created, an arc of lighting leaping from the sky to meet him as he crested it. Rather than burn him alive, as it would any other human, the lightning connected with Alex, swirling around his arms as he touched down, facing the enemy. For a brief moment, Alex stood still, completely exposed as those attacking the mutants recovered from the orbital strike, turning their guns to the sky, both at the flying Hel and in shock at the sky. One noticed Alex and the cry went up, soon a hail of bullets were heading his way. Before they could strike home, a vortex of rapidly moving air expanded out from him, battering bullets aside, before, with an animalistic cry, the force of the lightning spread out from Alex, a web of electrical power that snaked its way through the air to those firing at the mutants, searing them into early graves. After such a display, Alex felt himself weaken, turning towards the remaining pair of para-military trucks, signalling the arrival of their foes belated reinforcements, it was all he could do to slide back down the bank, out of the arc of fire of these new enemies.
"My fucking car...well then, lets get to.."
Alex was interrupted as the first attack from their rescuers struck those attacking them, the force rippling through the landscape and jarring those, already shook up from the crash, further. Gripping his head for a moment, Alex was fast to respond, the air starting to swirl around him, even as the thunder above intensified. There were enough assailants that it would be no easy task to wipe them out even with their powers, something Alex had little problem with at this point.
"No bloody way, they're not stealing all the payback." With a burst of air, Alex bounded atop the earth and stone wall only recently created, an arc of lighting leaping from the sky to meet him as he crested it. Rather than burn him alive, as it would any other human, the lightning connected with Alex, swirling around his arms as he touched down, facing the enemy. For a brief moment, Alex stood still, completely exposed as those attacking the mutants recovered from the orbital strike, turning their guns to the sky, both at the flying Hel and in shock at the sky. One noticed Alex and the cry went up, soon a hail of bullets were heading his way. Before they could strike home, a vortex of rapidly moving air expanded out from him, battering bullets aside, before, with an animalistic cry, the force of the lightning spread out from Alex, a web of electrical power that snaked its way through the air to those firing at the mutants, searing them into early graves. After such a display, Alex felt himself weaken, turning towards the remaining pair of para-military trucks, signalling the arrival of their foes belated reinforcements, it was all he could do to slide back down the bank, out of the arc of fire of these new enemies.
El_Tigre said
Will get a post up later today :)
Likewise.
EDIT; Scratch that, I've been unexpectedly busy, will have to wait for tomorrow, depending upon which posts are put up in the mean time.
Appearance:
Name: Marius Fletcher
Age: 41
Noteworthy Skills:
-Ex-Career Criminal: Marius has a host of experience in the more shunned aspect of society, whether it be the application of brutal violence and terror to knowing just how to break into whatever building, in some ways human society prepared Marius well for survival.
-Languages: Marius speaks English, Spanish and Portuguese.
-Authority: Both in the gangs and out, Marius has grown used to being depended upon, to dealing with stress and leading people through it. He rarely cracks under pressure, at least openly, and can quite readily switch to commanding people in the next moment.
Weapons:
-Model 986 Smith and Wesson Revolver.
-'Gladius' A Machete, nearing 3 foot long.
Personality:
In his somewhat advancing age, Marius has become a far more patient and gentle man, living a hot headed youth of extremes to get by, he distances himself from his past somewhat, only staying at all attached to provide the skills and mindset for him to survive. In the community in Kansas he is seen as a fairly respected figure, at worst a man with useful skills and an attentive ear, at best, a clear second in command to the community. While very rarely speaking English with any hint of his once-Mexican accent, Marius' appearance, and indeed his stories, paint him as coming from the nation to the South, however he rarely takes part in any debate as to the superiority of people from here or there, Mexico wasn't kind to him, neither was America. His general consensus were people are equally great and terrible where ever they come from. It is clear he is protective over the community, although that stems to the people and not the place, in dire circumstances Marius has often suggested leaving to secure general survival. A nomad in life, Marius has not time for last stand heroics, at least when it's over this patch of dirt or the other.
History:
Born in Norhern Mexico to a less-Anglicanised name now lost to a past no one else was present to witness, Marius struggled, as he would for most of his life, as a child. The fourth child to a family which couldn't support half that number of children, Marius' descent into crime was almost a given with the opportunities presented to him. When the Cartels came snooping for fresh grunts, Marius took the opportunity, if not, his family may very well have pressured him into doing it anyway. It wasn't long before the guilt of his actions disappeared, lost to survival and mob mentality, Marius had killed his first man within a month. That said, he generally stuck to thefts that required little in the way of such actions, his guile considered a more valuable resource then his capacity for violence. It was this that got him involved in the schemes across the border. At first ferrying illegal immigrant families in appalling conditions, he eventually permanently crossed the border himself, taking his role in the drug rings of New Mexico. Inwardly, he was relieved. While brutality was still the way of life, it had to be more contained than it was in his home nation, and so his soul began to heal some, even if to be dashed again each time he was called upon to smash in a skull.
By this point, Marius' natural charisma and ability to lead had brought him up in the ranks of operations in New Mexico. This eventually led to him being involved in joint-operations further North in the US, operations that involved other gangs, those connected to local markets that the Cartel Overlords could benefit from. In the end however, they would be outmaneuvered by the American criminals, until those who hand once stepped in with arrogance, now did their bidding more than that of the Gang bosses back home. It made little difference to Marius, he was now one of the biggest fish in a smaller organisation, and his job changed very little. As time went by, he performed less and less work himself, founding more of a legitimate life as the owner of a series of grocery shops, while helping to co-ordinate a number of drug rings, occasionally being called in to provide the intimidation he had inspired throughout his career. Despite 'settling down' he did not marry or start a family, instead becoming a key figure in his local community, a godfather of sorts that many would come to for assistance, or even just the odd friendly chat.
When the Fall came, the coalition gang that Marius was still loosely a part of became one of the more dominant gangs in the area, eventually moving into Kansas looking for greener pastures as the United States collapsed. Once more, Marius was thrown into the brutality of the front line, even if he did hold a very secure spot in the Inner Circle, the new leader an old friend, despite originally coming from the American side of the business . That said, Marius soon found his taste for the horrors he had committed in the past to have truly died and so one night, simply disappeared. He shortly resurfaced at the Airport, one of the first survivors to arrive after the very original founders, in fact, most now simply assume he's been there since those very first days, how comfortable he is with the few remaining who founded the community. Besides a few rare individuals, he never shares where he was in the time before arriving, and given how useful he is, no one seems to want to question him. Recently, one of Marius closest friends in the community, a US Park Ranger, has died, leaving a German Shepard bitch, 'Lola' for him to look after, the dog rarely being seen far from Marius' side.
Name: Marius Fletcher
Age: 41
Noteworthy Skills:
-Ex-Career Criminal: Marius has a host of experience in the more shunned aspect of society, whether it be the application of brutal violence and terror to knowing just how to break into whatever building, in some ways human society prepared Marius well for survival.
-Languages: Marius speaks English, Spanish and Portuguese.
-Authority: Both in the gangs and out, Marius has grown used to being depended upon, to dealing with stress and leading people through it. He rarely cracks under pressure, at least openly, and can quite readily switch to commanding people in the next moment.
Weapons:
-Model 986 Smith and Wesson Revolver.
-'Gladius' A Machete, nearing 3 foot long.
Personality:
In his somewhat advancing age, Marius has become a far more patient and gentle man, living a hot headed youth of extremes to get by, he distances himself from his past somewhat, only staying at all attached to provide the skills and mindset for him to survive. In the community in Kansas he is seen as a fairly respected figure, at worst a man with useful skills and an attentive ear, at best, a clear second in command to the community. While very rarely speaking English with any hint of his once-Mexican accent, Marius' appearance, and indeed his stories, paint him as coming from the nation to the South, however he rarely takes part in any debate as to the superiority of people from here or there, Mexico wasn't kind to him, neither was America. His general consensus were people are equally great and terrible where ever they come from. It is clear he is protective over the community, although that stems to the people and not the place, in dire circumstances Marius has often suggested leaving to secure general survival. A nomad in life, Marius has not time for last stand heroics, at least when it's over this patch of dirt or the other.
History:
Born in Norhern Mexico to a less-Anglicanised name now lost to a past no one else was present to witness, Marius struggled, as he would for most of his life, as a child. The fourth child to a family which couldn't support half that number of children, Marius' descent into crime was almost a given with the opportunities presented to him. When the Cartels came snooping for fresh grunts, Marius took the opportunity, if not, his family may very well have pressured him into doing it anyway. It wasn't long before the guilt of his actions disappeared, lost to survival and mob mentality, Marius had killed his first man within a month. That said, he generally stuck to thefts that required little in the way of such actions, his guile considered a more valuable resource then his capacity for violence. It was this that got him involved in the schemes across the border. At first ferrying illegal immigrant families in appalling conditions, he eventually permanently crossed the border himself, taking his role in the drug rings of New Mexico. Inwardly, he was relieved. While brutality was still the way of life, it had to be more contained than it was in his home nation, and so his soul began to heal some, even if to be dashed again each time he was called upon to smash in a skull.
By this point, Marius' natural charisma and ability to lead had brought him up in the ranks of operations in New Mexico. This eventually led to him being involved in joint-operations further North in the US, operations that involved other gangs, those connected to local markets that the Cartel Overlords could benefit from. In the end however, they would be outmaneuvered by the American criminals, until those who hand once stepped in with arrogance, now did their bidding more than that of the Gang bosses back home. It made little difference to Marius, he was now one of the biggest fish in a smaller organisation, and his job changed very little. As time went by, he performed less and less work himself, founding more of a legitimate life as the owner of a series of grocery shops, while helping to co-ordinate a number of drug rings, occasionally being called in to provide the intimidation he had inspired throughout his career. Despite 'settling down' he did not marry or start a family, instead becoming a key figure in his local community, a godfather of sorts that many would come to for assistance, or even just the odd friendly chat.
When the Fall came, the coalition gang that Marius was still loosely a part of became one of the more dominant gangs in the area, eventually moving into Kansas looking for greener pastures as the United States collapsed. Once more, Marius was thrown into the brutality of the front line, even if he did hold a very secure spot in the Inner Circle, the new leader an old friend, despite originally coming from the American side of the business . That said, Marius soon found his taste for the horrors he had committed in the past to have truly died and so one night, simply disappeared. He shortly resurfaced at the Airport, one of the first survivors to arrive after the very original founders, in fact, most now simply assume he's been there since those very first days, how comfortable he is with the few remaining who founded the community. Besides a few rare individuals, he never shares where he was in the time before arriving, and given how useful he is, no one seems to want to question him. Recently, one of Marius closest friends in the community, a US Park Ranger, has died, leaving a German Shepard bitch, 'Lola' for him to look after, the dog rarely being seen far from Marius' side.
Anyway, will respond with Alex tommorow today.
Dammit it's late.
Altered Tundra said
So, just wondering. Are we waiting for posts of Helena and Anne or from the group currently under attack? If it's the latter, then I could whip up a post here in a few.
I you want to post, post, we are waiting on the reinforcement group, but that doesn't mean the bunch of people in the car can't start fighting back/doing something before they arrive.
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EsmetheGreat said
Interested if there's still room?
Yup!
Also, by nature, Ruby and I don't run on first come first served, but instead, will decide once we see Character sheets. If we like all the ones put up, then it's not a problem to edge over our small group limit.
El_Tigre said
Lovely first post :) Would it be acceptable that the distress beacon would alert all the mutants cell phones? Almost like an extreme weather alert?
Perfectly acceptable, there'd be no reason for it not to come up as an alert.
The United States of America, New Mexico, The Long Lonesome Road
'I had wondered for so long before I found them. This conclave of the atom, an isolation of mutation, freedom, solace. The heights of elation and the crushing depths of despair, I felt them all. I was still a way from being fixed, but I was being mended. The first of many, true tests came that day. The day of sweat, dust, blood and tears. The day on the Road.'
The open landscape of New Mexico opened up before them, and so Alex put peddle to metal. His 4x4 of choice often got a bit of stick, a chrome BMW X5 eDrive hybrid, targetted at the European market. But, for all the decried loss the extra use of battery was 'supposed' to give cars, the BMW soon reached, then exceeded the speed of its petrol/disel only counterparts, the duo-power system pushing the machine onwards as the harsh country road was ground beneath it. The windows rolled down, the music turned up until the sound system shook, to be heard over the rush of the wind. In a somewhat obnoxious display of his ability to choose the music, Alex had 'Make it bun dem' playing, the bass profoundly obvious.
They had been out of state, firstly to look up the possibility of another supposed mutant on the run to join their ranks, something that had not worked out, largely due to the lack of interest from said mutant, and then, as a distraction, to attend the Mayfest, which had gone rather swimmingly, and messily.
"So, my merry band of rogues, admit defeat to the superiority of the British rave scene yet? Or must I play you yet more great...'tunes'?" Alex smirked, his eyes still on the road, as he drove one handed at nearing 200mph, the feat made somewhat easier by his own manipulation of the aircurrent surrounding the vehicle. He still looked bloody cool though, at least in his eyes.
This trip had definitely been interesting. The little group that had offered up to go on this out-of-state trip definitely weren't the most alike, for a lack of better words. Well, at least when Jack would silently examine things. With Alex heading the trip in the driver's seat and his ability to control the air currents, Jack knew that it would be a very fast trip back home. Jack, however, did not anticipate the choice of music. He was all for rave music, but it was so lound that the sound system was boom-booming. The bass was so strong, and Jack knew his ears would blow up if they hadn't already.
"The music is cool, Alex, but perhaps we could find something else to listen to. Or at the very least, turn it down." Jack said, offering up a suggestion regarding the music.
As the car that the team were in went down the road at a very fast speed, Jack tried his best to enjoy the scenery. New Mexico had always been a state known for its desert. Granted, it really doesn't have nothing over Arizona, but it still was a close second in that regard. In any case, Jack was surprised that Alex would go this fast. Even more so, he was surprised that there were hardly any other cars on the road. Jack wasn't one to worry, but he just had to have his curiosity on as he didn't know why there weren't many cars on the road.
"Fine, Fine, anything you fancy my Commonwealth Compañero?" Alex replied with a slight wave of the hand, turning the music down while awaiting any further suggestions. He was fairly ok with almost all music, minus the very worst of any pop chart. Volume was another mattter, he did enjoy his music loud, but at least while others are deciding he could turn it down enough for people to think coherently.
"Or, we could all have a touching, motivational sing-a-long, that will make the time just fly by." Alex griined, making a slight adjustment to bend with the road, that at this speed would usually have the potential to send the car into a full on roll, but with Alex's unique abilities, barely registered on those within.
At first, Will assumed that perhaps sitting in the front would be worth the fight she’d put up with Chase to get – assisting in choosing the music, a great and open view ahead, as well as a comfortable seat that she could recline with a mere click of a button. Calling shotgun always had the potential of being beneficial in the individual’s favor, but not this time. Will was a fan of raves, as she had been since turning the age of eighteen. However, there were certain occasions when the music most often found in raves should be played and this… well, this was not the time.
Sighing, Will gradually brought the bottle of Jack Daniels to her lips, taking a few swigs only to place it beneath her legs once more. She rested her head against the side of the vehicle, halfheartedly listening to Alex and Jack discuss music choices, only to find herself contemplating a selected bunch. “Bon Jovi, maybe? Can’t go wrong with It’s My Life,” she suggested idly. “Have A Thousand Miles on that shitty playlist of yours? Let’s bring out that feminine side you boys seem to lack.”
The girl smirked, adjusting herself in the seat so that she faced Alex, her head still against the car door. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the smell of beef jerky (a road trip favorite) and her alcohol. None of the others really shared her taste in Jack Daniels mid-day. Although, hypothetically, if she’d so desperately had the urge to do so, she could have convinced Alex to drink a good amount, but that would impair his driving skills ever so slightly, and they were already past two hundred. There was no need to intoxicate the boy and find out what happened then, as the aftermath probably ended in the death of all of them. Well, maybe excluding Chase with his ability to adapt to fucking everything.
“What say you, Chase? What kind of music tickles your fancy?”
Chase chuckled, sparing the slightest of glances to the back of the girl’s seat. “Why ask me?” he quipped, returning his gaze to the desert outside, “After all, I’m not the one in the front seat.” His tone was light and teasing, not at all reflecting how uncomfortable he truly was. Though he would never admit it to anyone, Chase loathed riding in cars – especially in the back seat. It wasn’t so much the speed that bothered him, but rather the fact that he was practically placing his life in the hands of another; and that person – namely Alex – was currently hurtling down the road at a ridiculously dangerous pace. To be entirely honest, he was surprised no one else seemed upset by it, but then again, with Alex’s ability, it would be nearly impossible to crash.
Realizing it was getting a bit too tight, Chase released his grip on his door handle and leaned on the window instead. “Actually, since you were so kind to ask,” he continued quickly, speaking before Will could respond, “I think Jack-” Chase emphasized this with a smirk in the other man’s direction, “should pick. Since, of course, he suggested the change first.”
The opinion was given as though the young mutant was trying to take away Will’s power to choose, but in reality, Chase couldn’t care less who picked what or what was put on – with the exception of extremes. It was just that he had oftentimes heard Jack playing music from his room and felt that his selection could be something everyone might enjoy. Of course, he wouldn’t explain it like that, preferring Will to think he was messing with her, so he added a tongue-in-cheek, “No offense to ‘A Thousand Miles’ or anything” just for good measure.
The black-and-forth discussion about what song to put on was pretty interesting. Will had suggested Bon Jovi, which was a nice choice. It was a bit on the Classic Rock side, but Jack really had no problem with that. However, jokingly, Will brought up the idea of putting on some Vanessa Carlton. She is a bit on the poppy side. One of her most famous songs is that one jam that, in Jack's mind, made famous in the movie White Chicks. That was a funny movie. Jack really liked it, but the song itself was a bit unbearable.
As he thought about it more, Jack's preferring choice of music wasn't really as easy listening as A Thousand Miles. [b]I actually could go for some Silverstein. Ever since I heard Vices a few years ago, it always has been one of my favorite tracks from them.[b] Jack said, offering up the suggestion of Silverstein. He didn't know how the others would feel about it, since it's a bit on the emo-ish side at parts. Even still, Jack really likes that song, and that band, so maybe they'll go for it.
"Ah ha. The man has spoken. Not my first choice, but, could be worse." Alex, defering to the general decision to in fact, defer to Jack, switched playlists to the desired band, managing to keep his eyes on the road while doing so, even if the journey became momentarily more shaky, Alex putting on an over the top expression of distress at a slight bump, before grinning evily.
"See? I'm a great driver, nothing to worry ab.."
Alex was cut off midsentence when the world suddenly became a loud bang, the road beneath the car exploding with violent force, flipping the vehicle over and into the air. Alex's seatbelt managed to take some of the force, retaining his sense even as it felt like the life was being crushed out of him. With a moment's notice, he managed to create a brief air pocket beneath the car. With less than a split second to do anything, it didn't stop the car from falling, it just slowed them. In the next moment, the 4x4's roof struck the ground, the force jarring through the inhabitants like a truck through a paper wall. At least he'd prevented them from dying, and breaking any bones. Still, hurt like hell.
As the car was launched into the air, it's installed safety features kicked in, the windows immediately rolled up, the door's locking from the outside. Fortunate, because in the next minute a hail of bullets rattled against the outside of the car. Industry standard wouldn't have held up for a second, but the glass was bulletproof and the vehicle had been reinforced, still, under persistent fire, it wouldn't hold for long.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Alex cursed as he dangled upside down, eventually finding his seatbelt release and consequently crashing down onto the ceiling-now-floor of the car. He didn't know anything about the range of telepathy, but tried screaming down the vaguely familiar trace of Helena, from the every now and then she chose to communicate with him thus.
"Under attack. Ambush. Guns. Help."
The next thing he did was activate the GPS beacon on his phone, fumbling as his sense still recovered from the intial explosion and landing, before his breathing started to quicken to an unfunctional rate. Dropping his phone, beacon activated, he took a second, before another salvo of automatic fire tore into the car, with a worrying sound of metal starting to give way.
"Oh fuck me."
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