eclecticwitch

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: The Hallway - Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Skill: First Aid

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She offered Casper a small smile as he spoke to her in french. Wonderful. The moment of "peace" was short lived as action soon won the day. Mary was kicking heads in, people were shooting bullets, and there was plenty of shouting. All of this was doing wonders for the woman's headache. She wanted to vomit, each pulse of light worsening the effects brought on by the guns. She was thankful Jack had covered her because she was not fit for much.

A splash of something grazed her cheek. She touched the spot lightly and pulled her fingers from her face. Even in the pulse of the red alarm lights she could see - blood. She turned her gaze toward Jack and immediately went to him - damn her headache. She was using one of her tactical blades to remove the sleeves of her garb. She went to work crafting a tourniquet on him, to help stem the flow of blood. Her face was screwed up in concentration and as she worked she managed to miss the fine julienne skills Ben was displaying. "Lemme see yer side," she was saying, almost as if the voice was not her own. The soft Cajun drawl crept into her voice. She had not managed to completely stem the flow of blood but at least slow it for the time being.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Courtyard
Skills:

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It seemed her opinion on the matter was neither regarded with any modicum of appreciation nor a moment of thought. Yes, she was just the stupid mud girl who dug about in the dirt and played with rocks. What did she know if matters such as these... Then again, yes - what did she know? The wild woman looked toward Ahote and Myrus, the latter offering that she should be allowed to come with them. She took a couple of steps to follow but the thought of walking past all of those dead bodies... The sight of them. Even worse, their various bouquet of aromas. No, she would not step into that corridor again if she could help it.

He decision neither swayed nor was noticed by the two men - which was just fine with the young woman. She was left with a god and his consort. She listened to them talk about people and finding helpers and what have you. She listened, recognizing a couple of names from earlier that day. In a wave of flame Bruce disappeared, leaving Mona with Myth. She hesitantly approached the woman with a kind smile. "I would be pleased to join ye and help however I may. Seein' as you helped save my life an all." She was feeling a might shy next to the beautiful, blond woman. An odd thing for the usually oblivious crafter of the stone.

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
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She chewed her thumb nail as she watched the impressive switch Bella pulled on Sapphire. That was pretty cool, actually. There seemed to be a lull in the fighting and from what the young mutant could tell, they might be finished sparring all together. She sucked her cheek between her teeth and frowned. She would have really like to have seen more.

Taking a few steps toward the two women Bobbi spoke. "If you're changing dance partners, could I try my hand at a waltz?" She pushed bushy hair back from her face and stuffed a hand in her pocket. She was oddly nervous and could not place why. It wasn't as if either of these two women made it their soul life purpose to make her feel like absolute shit. No. That was just Watts and herself.

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Location: Serval Industries - The Lab
Skills: Enhanced Strength and Military Training

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He smiled. Of course she wasn't. He knew she had strength of arm and character. However, if he could spare any young woman the unfortunate displeasure of touching dust and plaster he would. He was about to respond to her when Watts went on a tirade. He went so far as to make light of his predicament. Was this man a sociopath? Insane? Wes' face hardened as he watched the pair speed out of the room, leaving him to his fate.

With a sigh, he scratched his head and looked about the lab. He wasn't a science sort of guy. All brawn though some brain. He had a head for tactics not keyboards. He would need to sneak about and find Bobbi without getting caught by their murderous boss. For a split second he considered cleaning up his mess from falling through the ceiling. Watts didn't deserve that kindness - not with the magnificent temper tantrums he was throwing. With that, the ex-military man made his way through the base in search of Bobbi. He would know she was likely at the training rooms.

My Hider

Roll request for sneaky sneaking using his military training stuff that he has.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: The Hallway - Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Skill: Void Reach

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Questions done with Mary's acceptance of her words, Bobbi tended to her headache. She continued to rub her temple but it seemed the universe would not be so kind this day. A sudden, flashing red light made the world distorted. The sound of alarm and footsteps brought the adrenaline in her system to a peek. Her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She began moving along behind the others until she noticed Casper trip.

She paused her journey to leaned down and help him to his feet, uttering a soft "Sorry," to him. For earlier, when he had tried to offer her help. Maybe he would connect the two. Perhaps not. Regardless of if he accepted her help, her attention then turned to Anna's request for light. She pushed her hand into the void and rummaged around until her hand clasped a small object. Pulling it through she had retrieved a small flashlight. She turned it on and offered it to Anna.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Future Palace --> The Now Times Palace
Skills:

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Mona smiled with relief at his statement. The sarcasm of it went right over her bushy-haired head. She did have some concern over the black liquid that flowed from his mouth and wondered what it could be. She should probably take him to a healer to get that looked at. Nevermind that he was just a head. She had only ever known him as a head.

She had not anticipated the spark of flame about her again. Her heart raced to a panic as she was transported from the future world back to the past. Back to normal, here and now present. Good. She was all sorts of nervous and flighty about being in the future. She didn't belong there just yet.

Ideas were being thrown about. People making plans hither and thither. Mona turned her attention from the head in her hands to the ground. "Well, cannae much o' nuthin' be done 'til we be talkin' to the Bally-man," she said matter of factly. For all their planning it would do no good if he did not cooperate. Best take care of that when the time came - cross that bridge so to speak. Besides, maybe the Ball-dun would know a thing or two to do. Or maybe their meddling would make things happen? It was all very confusing. Mona came to the conclusion she did not at all like knowing the future.

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Location: Serval Industries - Training Room
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When Bobbi entered it was not to find Wes. Instead, there was the Ice Queen and Mini Ice Queen having a bit of a spar. Silently, she closed the door behind her and moved along the walls as she watched them. It was not that she was trying to hide, just that she did not want to break their concentration. She seemed to have happened upon the tail end of a match. She raised an eyebrow as Demetria formed an ice weapon in her hand.

Crossing her arms over her chest she glanced at Belladonna, who lay on the floor. Would she raise to the challenge? Bobbi was eager to see them fight, both were skilled - which Bobbi was not. She just flailed punches and threw her weight around. Not that there was much to throw around. Anything she could glean to make her a better person... Well, a better fighter. She could never claim to be a better person.

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Location: Serval Industries - Ceiling --> Lab Floor
Skills: Enhanced Strength and Military Training

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He had not anticipated a fall. He could feel the ceiling starting to give way and he had intended to do something about the fall. However, gravity and ill luck saw him falling in a heap of tiling and dust upon the floor. He groaned, pushing himself up and rubbing his stomach as he worked to catch his breath. A sudden, painful thunk against his skull had him rubbing his nogging and looking up at the ceiling first. Had something fallen on him? He looked to his side. Calculator. Her pursed his lips in confusion and looked up past the calculator to find Watts.

"You need anger management courses," was his dark, mumbled response. He smiled gratefully at Evelyn but waved away her hand. "Thank you, very kind of you. But I wouldn't make any lady touch all this dirt." He stood on his own, dusting off his front and hair as he did so. He then looked between the two. "I just came from the Library. Gardner was there and I overheard her speaking with someone. It wasn't good... She tried to crush me inside the room. Do you think you can hack her phone? See to whom she was speaking?"

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: In a bubble, a top a cliff, by the Eyrie

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There was no doubt in anyone's mind who saw the Queen that she was absolutely livid. Her body trembled with rage and unspent energy as she turned and watched the pair of Eyriens grow closer. Xandar was holding Faeril and the woman bawled like a cat. Fatima did not listen to her words, her mind was elsewhere. Turned inward as she traipsed along the edges of her power, pulling strings and readying to fight her way to freedom. The bubble finally stopped moving and Fatima stood, blood dripping down her face and staining her tunic. She watched the pair quibble with each other and Fatima found it quite childish after what she had just seen below. The death of her man. Someone was dead and here they were just...

Her lips thinned into a small line when Xandar spoke his condolences. Her eyes narrowed but still, she said not a word. Fatima wore nothing but cold contempt in her features for the man. She just watched him. Nothing to be done now. His apology, while perhaps true, rung as an extra slap to her face. If he were to feel sorry for the man's death, he would have let her go to him.

No.

This and that were not the same, she had to remind herself. He acted in her best interest, it just didn't happen to coincide with her intentions.

Faeril's hand upon her arm, telling her to hush had Fatima turning and finally making a noise - something of which she was repeatedly being accused. Could the woman read her thoughts? They way she howled in her mind? And in her heart? Her teeth were bared and she snarled at the Eyrien woman. "You make the most noise of the two of us," was her bitter remark. She pulled her arm from her grasp and, when having a moment to calm herself, looked the woman over. She was in desperate need of healing. Fatima sighed and ran a blood-encrusted hand through her wild, curling locks. "For a Widow, you seem to read the situation poorly. Sit," she said and gestured to the ground. "I will mend you. It will give me something to do." Her intonations had gone from her harsh, wildthing snarling to a more clipped and brusque healer's commandment. She would brook no declinations of her statement. "Sit," she repeated with a look Faeril would likely recognize in herself when she was about to commence a healing with a rather wiggly patient.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: The Stairs

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She was not well versed in fighting. She rarely saw it and so she had trouble understanding who was where was fighting what. The thing which caught her eye in the chaos was a single stillness. Her heart stopped for a moment. Was that... Jassen? Bile rose in her throat but she kept it down. She would not show weakness. Not here and not now.

At Dareen's statement that she would watch her, Fatima tensed. She expected something Xandar or Jassen like. Keep her still. Keep her away. Keep her safe. The restless woman was prepared to argue or sneak. It soon became apparent that she would need to do neither as the woman was wholly concentrated on her work. Fatima took a few, slow steps away before rushing along the wall as Dareen made no move to stop her. Made no sound that she had noticed at all.

She kept her hand against the wall, ignoring the way the stone scraped her palm. Surely she would bleed but she had no desire to fall. The wall helped her keep her balance as she ran. She moved deftly past Xandar, hoping he would not notice. She jumped, skipped stairs, until the expansion of the shield around her. Not predicting that there would be an impenetrable forcefield in front of her, she slammed full force into the domed sized. There was a wicked crunch and Fatima knew her nose had broken. She reached a hand up to wipe the blood from her stinging face.

Fatima rounded wild eyes on him and she snarled like a cat in an alley. "How dare you," her voice was ice cold and she thought she detected a hint of frost in the air within the bubble. "How fucking dare you. Let me out. I have to..." No, there was no reasoning with him. Especially since his full attention was on the wildcat in his arms.

She sat in her bubble, face bleeding, while the body of Jassen grew further and further away. Her heart screamed and her body vibrated with energy that wished to be released. She pressed her hand against the side of the barrier, leaning against it in an attempt to make the space between herself and the man she adored shorter. She pummeled her fists against it but to no avail.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Future Palace
Skills:

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Mona saw the look on the giant's face and was momentarily concerned she had hurt the poor creature's feelings. His hold on her became gentler and he set her down with extreme care. As his hand loosened on her she gently patted it with gentle reverence. She gave him a small smile as she stepped back toward the group. She wasn't about to let him scoop her up again. It was not her most favorite experience.

As she went she searched for the head if Erasmus. Her eyes searching the ground but always keeping the giant in her periphery in case he decided that she looked like a tasty snack yet again. It did not take long until she found the noggin of her fallen friend. Or would it be more apt to say the fallen noggin of her friend? Her captive? Ah, well... She picked him up by the hair and then held him beneath either side of his jaw - very conscientious of where her flesh was in relation to his pointy bits. "Are yeh al'right?" she asked him.

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Location: Serval Industries - Rooftop --> Kitchen --> Training Room
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Bobbi finished her cigarette and dropped it to join the little pile of butts in an old coffee can. She was sure to stab it out, she didn't want to burn down the building after all. She gulped down the last of her coffee and dumped the one that had been for Andrew over the side of roof. Into an alley below, not quite caring if it spilled onto someone. Probably deserved it if they worked at Serval.

She went back down the stairs and into the warmth. Her fingers stung as blood began to flow properly through them again. In the kitchen she washed her mugs right away, taking care to clean up any mess she had left behind. She very nearly fell into a cleaning trance again but snapped herself out of it. She had wanted to fight and better herself, not clean. She made her way toward the training facilities, hoping Wesley would be there. She wasn't in the mood to hunt him down.

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Location: Serval Industries - Library --> Ceiling
Skills: Enhanced Strength and Military Training

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Wesley hissed with surprise as the woman appeared behind him. Her voice caused him to spin around. He was ready to sputter out some sort of statement that he had not been eaves dropping. But she had caught him quite obviously and she left him no time to defend himself. He tensed at her statement. How was she planning on making him disappear when there were others who knew his whereabouts. He frowned as the room started to shake. Books fell from the shelves and knocked into him, bruising flesh. Was it just him or was the room getting smaller?

He breathed in counts of three to calm the nerves which were unraveling. Once he had found himself to be steady enough to handle the task at hand, he began to search the room. He knocked on walls, looking for weak points and searched for vents through which his bulk might fit. He even tried the door just in case but found it tightly locked. The room was becoming less and less roomy.

He glanced up at the ceiling and could have smacked himself upside the head. The ceiling was tiled. He climbed a nearby bookcase. At first he had trouble - perhaps his excitement causing him to misstep. He slipped part way up, falling painfully onto his back. He groaned as a book smashed into his face to seal the deal. He rubbed his forehead before trying again. With speed and more alacrity than he had shown before he managed to scale the bookcase. Once atop, he moved the tile aside and lifted himself carefully into the ceiling. With even greater care he moved, making his way toward the lab.

Roll Req

Survival skill? Navigation? Photographic memory? - Making his way to the lab through the ceiling.