Magnus didn't resist the kiss to his cheek as he lead her back to the roof. He wouldn't have time to stop at a shield station to suit up on the way so he'd have to make due with what he could find. He still had his sling with glass sphere and his iron spike, but that was it. He didn't say anything more as he went into work mode, getting to the cycle that was left idle all this time. He taped some keys to make it open its trunk to see what he had to work with, Pistol side arm, medical kit, helmet, He's done more with less.
As soon as Lee got onto the cycle, he gave her the pistol and flew off to the scene, Arriving in the space it took iron man to leave, he set the cycle down on a roof with a communication tower. "Do what you do best." With that said, he took the helmet and first aid kit to hop down off the roof and land in a spider-man squat to take in the scene, big metal dome with his quantum cousin and his teachers daughter. He formed the dojo in his mind to push away the fear of sitting on a lightpole thirty feet up and imagined this as nothing more than a training match, in the room was just the four of them as everything else to a haze of obstacles to be used and he thought directly at Ira.
~Hey, Sensei-chan, whats going on? Kill, maim or contain?~
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Oh! Idea!
Iron man sentinels who fight mutants as hollow suits of armor lined with the same tech as inhibitor collars and wrap themselves up around the mutants to capture them. Now any attacks on the sentinel would harm the mutant inside.
Iron man sentinels who fight mutants as hollow suits of armor lined with the same tech as inhibitor collars and wrap themselves up around the mutants to capture them. Now any attacks on the sentinel would harm the mutant inside.
"Good to know, never wanted to put one on myself, always afraid i'd loose my tail or teleport out of it and be running around without any gear." After she took one to examine, he took the other three with a sip of water. "Do you still rave, or are you a DJ?" He could guess what was coming when she answered her phone so he got up from the table to help her with her coat if she let him. He could already feel the sake buzz fading fast but took the paper all the same. "I'm not even going to bother giving you mine, you'll hack the mainframe in no time and get to anyways, so at least i'll give you something to due to entertain yourself this way. Want me to drive you back?"
Name:
David David (Day-Vid Dah-Veed)
Age: You have to at least be 18
25
Appearance:
Suit Nickname:
Scorpion, Named after the desert predator and "GET OVER HERE!"
Suit Appearance:
Average flight with backpack and boots, hand repulsars are replaced with electromagnetic palms, back of each arm contains a grapnel spike launcher and 1000 feet of cable, the left arm has a dedicated dynamo that can charge up to a million volt shock delivered by hand or cable with 1000 amps to drop even the most 'super' of opponents. His right arm carries three closed shotgun barrels to be readied and loaded from a rotating magazine in the forearm.
Years attended TSA: keep in mind TSA has only been up for 2 years...
2
Bio:
Son of a military family in a general mother and helicopter evacuation medic father with an army intellligence sister. Too bad he just wanted to play with robots. He was eventually faced with army or abandonment so they agreed for him to be in the army as a mechanic.
He served his tour with as much honor as he could muster, but it was clear to everyone that this is not where he wanted to be. Unfortunately an assault on his base resulted in the loss of left arm where others lost their lives, but that didn't stop him. He was an mechanic and an engineer. It took some time as a civilian, but he managed to cobble together a functional but overly bulky replacement arm that got tony starks attention to his ingenuity and determination. He was one of toy's first students recruited to the TSA.
Skill/Ability:
Effectively he is the equivalent of a Surgical assistant from all the years getting medical information drilled into him every day by his father.
He is a licensed helicopter pilot for civilian and military aircraft from the bell h-13 sioux, to Ah-64 apache, to ch-47chinook.
Reluctantly solider first, he knows most standard small arms and krav maga, but doesn't believe in pointless killing. His favorite weapon is a rock-salt round laced with curare to drop someone in agony and paralyze without killing if treated in time.
He is a phenomenal engineer, capable of making his own cybernetic limb.
Personality:
Reluctant to fight, moreso to kill, he is mostly here to revolutionize robotics a day at a time. Sadly, part of his tuition means suiting up to save the world, but he always hated PT anyways.
Relationship?: optional
Other:
While he has a full military background, most people assume he is American, In truth his family are all members of IDF
David David (Day-Vid Dah-Veed)
Age: You have to at least be 18
25
Appearance:
Suit Nickname:
Scorpion, Named after the desert predator and "GET OVER HERE!"
Suit Appearance:
Average flight with backpack and boots, hand repulsars are replaced with electromagnetic palms, back of each arm contains a grapnel spike launcher and 1000 feet of cable, the left arm has a dedicated dynamo that can charge up to a million volt shock delivered by hand or cable with 1000 amps to drop even the most 'super' of opponents. His right arm carries three closed shotgun barrels to be readied and loaded from a rotating magazine in the forearm.
Years attended TSA: keep in mind TSA has only been up for 2 years...
2
Bio:
Son of a military family in a general mother and helicopter evacuation medic father with an army intellligence sister. Too bad he just wanted to play with robots. He was eventually faced with army or abandonment so they agreed for him to be in the army as a mechanic.
He served his tour with as much honor as he could muster, but it was clear to everyone that this is not where he wanted to be. Unfortunately an assault on his base resulted in the loss of left arm where others lost their lives, but that didn't stop him. He was an mechanic and an engineer. It took some time as a civilian, but he managed to cobble together a functional but overly bulky replacement arm that got tony starks attention to his ingenuity and determination. He was one of toy's first students recruited to the TSA.
Skill/Ability:
Effectively he is the equivalent of a Surgical assistant from all the years getting medical information drilled into him every day by his father.
He is a licensed helicopter pilot for civilian and military aircraft from the bell h-13 sioux, to Ah-64 apache, to ch-47chinook.
Reluctantly solider first, he knows most standard small arms and krav maga, but doesn't believe in pointless killing. His favorite weapon is a rock-salt round laced with curare to drop someone in agony and paralyze without killing if treated in time.
He is a phenomenal engineer, capable of making his own cybernetic limb.
Personality:
Reluctant to fight, moreso to kill, he is mostly here to revolutionize robotics a day at a time. Sadly, part of his tuition means suiting up to save the world, but he always hated PT anyways.
Relationship?: optional
Other:
While he has a full military background, most people assume he is American, In truth his family are all members of IDF
*Puts the assistant GM hat on Ermine*
Field promotion!
Sorry, I've just been waiting for more interest to drumb up is all, and you go t to the issues before I could.
Just because I don't post doesn't mean I'm not watching.
Field promotion!
Sorry, I've just been waiting for more interest to drumb up is all, and you go t to the issues before I could.
Just because I don't post doesn't mean I'm not watching.
*Puts the assistant GM hat on Ermine*
Field promotion!
Sorry, I've just been waiting for more interest to drumb up is all, and you go t to the issues before I could.
Just because I don't post doesn't mean I'm not watching.
Field promotion!
Sorry, I've just been waiting for more interest to drumb up is all, and you go t to the issues before I could.
Just because I don't post doesn't mean I'm not watching.
"Don't tell towing... Sure, about ten minutes..."
Two cars had become one recently, a woman snacking between meetings and a man on his cellphone decided that their cars needed a moment of intimacy so they arranged for a loving embrace that put the sedans transmission firmly in the coup's radiator. He was never one to judge as he was in a blue jumpsuit crawling along the engine fluid soaked asphalt to attach chains to the remaining chaises of the two cars. All in all it was a miracle that no one was hurt as both cars were making wide left turns ans kissed their passenger bumpers then came to horrible halts
"So, might I suggest those without cash to go into the supermarket over there and getting some prepaid debt cards? I wont look as bad as running your credit for a tow, otherwise cash is king. Where am I taking each of you?" The two looked at each other and nodded as the woman walked to the market while he stayed behind and opened his wallet. "I'm going to ninth street auto body... So is she. We-"
Alexander held up a hand to stop the man. "Its called 'don't tell towing' sir, Ninth street is all I need to know. While waiting for her to get back, want to hear a stupid joke?" The man nods as Alexander starts to tell the story while he works the levers to pull his car up first onto the flatbed of the truck.
"A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one.
Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in mysterious ways.
After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman says, 'So, you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days'..
Flattered, the man replies, 'Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you're still at fault...women shouldn't be allowed to drive.'
The woman continues, 'And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.'
She hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, 'Aren't you having any?'
The woman replies, 'No. I think I'll just wait for the police....' "
The man ticks and sighs dismissively, but soon it becomes a chuckle, then a giggle that chortles itself into full laughter as the release lets out the rest of his anxiety just in time for the woman to return with a stack of cards. "whats wrong with him?"
***
An hour or two later, Tomahawk's flatbed rolls into the Xavier institute and parks down by the motor pool. When he was still a kid, he had a much smaller tow truck and a personal business called 'don't ask' but since he became an x-men he had to get a new truck to leave the old one behind so he got a bigger one and renames his business when he was disowned by his family to 'don't tell'.
There was no real need to keep doing what he did since the x-men paid for almost everything he could want, but it was more a service of kindness most times. Also, he never like depending on anyone for anything so he tried to keep independently employed. That reminded him to go check his traps and see about bringing some local game and blackberries to Jason.
Two cars had become one recently, a woman snacking between meetings and a man on his cellphone decided that their cars needed a moment of intimacy so they arranged for a loving embrace that put the sedans transmission firmly in the coup's radiator. He was never one to judge as he was in a blue jumpsuit crawling along the engine fluid soaked asphalt to attach chains to the remaining chaises of the two cars. All in all it was a miracle that no one was hurt as both cars were making wide left turns ans kissed their passenger bumpers then came to horrible halts
"So, might I suggest those without cash to go into the supermarket over there and getting some prepaid debt cards? I wont look as bad as running your credit for a tow, otherwise cash is king. Where am I taking each of you?" The two looked at each other and nodded as the woman walked to the market while he stayed behind and opened his wallet. "I'm going to ninth street auto body... So is she. We-"
Alexander held up a hand to stop the man. "Its called 'don't tell towing' sir, Ninth street is all I need to know. While waiting for her to get back, want to hear a stupid joke?" The man nods as Alexander starts to tell the story while he works the levers to pull his car up first onto the flatbed of the truck.
"A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one.
Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in mysterious ways.
After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers. The woman says, 'So, you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days'..
Flattered, the man replies, 'Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you're still at fault...women shouldn't be allowed to drive.'
The woman continues, 'And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune.'
She hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, 'Aren't you having any?'
The woman replies, 'No. I think I'll just wait for the police....' "
The man ticks and sighs dismissively, but soon it becomes a chuckle, then a giggle that chortles itself into full laughter as the release lets out the rest of his anxiety just in time for the woman to return with a stack of cards. "whats wrong with him?"
***
An hour or two later, Tomahawk's flatbed rolls into the Xavier institute and parks down by the motor pool. When he was still a kid, he had a much smaller tow truck and a personal business called 'don't ask' but since he became an x-men he had to get a new truck to leave the old one behind so he got a bigger one and renames his business when he was disowned by his family to 'don't tell'.
There was no real need to keep doing what he did since the x-men paid for almost everything he could want, but it was more a service of kindness most times. Also, he never like depending on anyone for anything so he tried to keep independently employed. That reminded him to go check his traps and see about bringing some local game and blackberries to Jason.
"Good to know a second date is an option. Will you settle for a WarMachine or Crimson Dynamo instead or does it have to be iron man? If the leather outfit makes you go diva, then it's probably a symbyote aand i'll drag you to a heavy metal concert to make it fly off you."
Before the flirting could go any further, the same waiter approached with a cordless phone. "For you, sir." Magnus took the phone in his right hand and put it to his ear. "Vagner, si, hai, Da, Oui. Rodger." He handed the phone back to the waiter and took a bite of soup while it was still hot. "That was shield, they said to get lunch to go and report back, something about mass signal hacking all across New York. My fault really, using Starks omni-pass to pay for lunch, my bad." With a sigh he reached into a pocket and pulled out some pills. "Take two and thank me in the morning."
Before the flirting could go any further, the same waiter approached with a cordless phone. "For you, sir." Magnus took the phone in his right hand and put it to his ear. "Vagner, si, hai, Da, Oui. Rodger." He handed the phone back to the waiter and took a bite of soup while it was still hot. "That was shield, they said to get lunch to go and report back, something about mass signal hacking all across New York. My fault really, using Starks omni-pass to pay for lunch, my bad." With a sigh he reached into a pocket and pulled out some pills. "Take two and thank me in the morning."
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