@onenote I must have missed asking earlier, but would Lyra be part of the 'misfits' with Carol and Thomas to keep from being licked on and the like?
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I think "The Saltwater Geyser" is a better nickname. .w.
Currently he reminds me of "thirst".
Jump to 2:30 if you are impatient.
Betsty was floating on cloud nine as his throbbing cannon fired of a white pearly blast. He roared with delight at the pent up release sailed across the way to strike a building on the verge of structural collapse. With gravity nullified, it was as no risk to collapse under its own weight, only explode with no drag of gravity to stop it from being the cities biggest pineapple grenade.
"...Oops."
THen again, he had only made the grenade, there was still a chance it wasn't going to go off. Surely horizon and the green guy can handle putting out the fire... Right?
***
'War' Watched as the light created light constructs, a sword and a claw. He REALLY hoped the photokinetic could see his signal as he blinked the sniper laser twice more and took the shot. There was a lot that could happen in the mile distance between them, but that was when he was reminded about love: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope... Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds.
*Ping*
Sonnava bitch, he was targeting flesh. It wasn't armor piercing rounds! Ah well, time for 10 pounds of C-4.
*BOOM!*
***
Necron stood inthe doorway and called onto his communicator. "Attention Leo Command: This earthquake is an opportunity, natural or Botanist. You are under orders right now to engage the natural history museum, this disaster is too good an opportunity to waste. Begin immediately with non-lethal opportunities and prepare to be joined by Ark for support." Switching channels, he called in a second unit. "Attention Aeries Command: This earthquake is an opportunity, natural or Botanist. You are under orders right now to engage the Mutant registration facility, this disaster is too good an opportunity to waste. Begin immediately with mutant mimicking technology and prepare to be joined by Cyclone for support."
If all went well, the natural history museum would be compromised with the shaking earth to protect its treasures, Ark's technology will help make short work of the security measures and the vault. While the mutant registration should have not only databases of current mutants and their powers to exploit. But millions of dollars as well under lock and key for the signing bonus to draw out mutants to register their DNA. Cyclone was a risk for his greed, but his powers were too similar to mutants to not use the opportunity to red herring them into pointing the finger at the brotherhood. Money is good, but knowledge is power. He called up each 'named' villain on their private communicators.
"Ark! Report to teleportation and prepare to take point of Leo unit at the natural history museum, your target is the vault and your goal is anything of sufficient age, the older the better. Cyclone! Report to teleportation and prepare to take point of Aries unit at the Mutant registration facility, your target is the mutant database and the millions in the vault."
"...Oops."
THen again, he had only made the grenade, there was still a chance it wasn't going to go off. Surely horizon and the green guy can handle putting out the fire... Right?
***
'War' Watched as the light created light constructs, a sword and a claw. He REALLY hoped the photokinetic could see his signal as he blinked the sniper laser twice more and took the shot. There was a lot that could happen in the mile distance between them, but that was when he was reminded about love: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope... Love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticule, and together, achieving a singular purpose against statistically long odds.
*Ping*
Sonnava bitch, he was targeting flesh. It wasn't armor piercing rounds! Ah well, time for 10 pounds of C-4.
*BOOM!*
***
Necron stood inthe doorway and called onto his communicator. "Attention Leo Command: This earthquake is an opportunity, natural or Botanist. You are under orders right now to engage the natural history museum, this disaster is too good an opportunity to waste. Begin immediately with non-lethal opportunities and prepare to be joined by Ark for support." Switching channels, he called in a second unit. "Attention Aeries Command: This earthquake is an opportunity, natural or Botanist. You are under orders right now to engage the Mutant registration facility, this disaster is too good an opportunity to waste. Begin immediately with mutant mimicking technology and prepare to be joined by Cyclone for support."
If all went well, the natural history museum would be compromised with the shaking earth to protect its treasures, Ark's technology will help make short work of the security measures and the vault. While the mutant registration should have not only databases of current mutants and their powers to exploit. But millions of dollars as well under lock and key for the signing bonus to draw out mutants to register their DNA. Cyclone was a risk for his greed, but his powers were too similar to mutants to not use the opportunity to red herring them into pointing the finger at the brotherhood. Money is good, but knowledge is power. He called up each 'named' villain on their private communicators.
"Ark! Report to teleportation and prepare to take point of Leo unit at the natural history museum, your target is the vault and your goal is anything of sufficient age, the older the better. Cyclone! Report to teleportation and prepare to take point of Aries unit at the Mutant registration facility, your target is the mutant database and the millions in the vault."
Paul is officially now a few cm tall, so hooray madness!
"Lestat? Really? I'm shocked you aren't vapid enough to call me Edward you twihard."
"Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"
"Welcome to the club, we have tee-shirts
It was hard to guess or not assume which we he was speaking with as he tried to set his hand on carol's wheelchair handle. A cheerleader and a soccer jock finally on the receiving end of being outcasts. It was about damn time! Unfortunately, his hand phased through Carol's chair, and carol, and he lost his support as he fell through the counter top of the office and solidified on the other side with a crash into one of the computers, shocking his hand and actually teleporting himself back across the room to the rest of the students in a reflexive crouch over the place of the disappearing Paul's pile of clothes. Did Paul teleport too? And was he somewhere naked?
Looking back over to Carol, the light did go on from what Oliver said that she did look more muscular than before. Mostly in th face and neck lost its softness and the way she framed her shoulders. She was stronger in the upper body over the last two years of using the wheelchair, but now that he had distance and a cue to notice the way she sat in the chair it was more obvious.
Eyes went from Carol to the teacher to see her melting like a candle but speaking in perfectly calm tones. She didn't seem to be in pain, but he still didn't want to risk getting too close so he stayed crouched on the chair with the chains and straps of his pants dangling.
This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"
He had to agree; this was getting too freaky, too fast. If someone didn't settle the situation soon it was all going to go to hell in a hand-basket. He nodded in agreement to her explanation of last night.
Same here, lots of people, strapped down and stabbed with god knows what. Then I woke up. Didn't mind the strapped down part.
The last he added with a pointed look to the cheerleader to get her goat.
"Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"
"Welcome to the club, we have tee-shirts
It was hard to guess or not assume which we he was speaking with as he tried to set his hand on carol's wheelchair handle. A cheerleader and a soccer jock finally on the receiving end of being outcasts. It was about damn time! Unfortunately, his hand phased through Carol's chair, and carol, and he lost his support as he fell through the counter top of the office and solidified on the other side with a crash into one of the computers, shocking his hand and actually teleporting himself back across the room to the rest of the students in a reflexive crouch over the place of the disappearing Paul's pile of clothes. Did Paul teleport too? And was he somewhere naked?
Looking back over to Carol, the light did go on from what Oliver said that she did look more muscular than before. Mostly in th face and neck lost its softness and the way she framed her shoulders. She was stronger in the upper body over the last two years of using the wheelchair, but now that he had distance and a cue to notice the way she sat in the chair it was more obvious.
Eyes went from Carol to the teacher to see her melting like a candle but speaking in perfectly calm tones. She didn't seem to be in pain, but he still didn't want to risk getting too close so he stayed crouched on the chair with the chains and straps of his pants dangling.
This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"
He had to agree; this was getting too freaky, too fast. If someone didn't settle the situation soon it was all going to go to hell in a hand-basket. He nodded in agreement to her explanation of last night.
Same here, lots of people, strapped down and stabbed with god knows what. Then I woke up. Didn't mind the strapped down part.
The last he added with a pointed look to the cheerleader to get her goat.
It was awesome. It was Epic! It was... Taking forever, honestly.
Mr pierce nodded as he pulled out a whistle and blew into it sharply. All the droids disengaged while reverting to blank slates and shut down. He looked over at the many faces with grim determination and walked around the students in a circle. "What have we learned here today boys and girls?" He asked rhetorically. "Is that some days you will have to know yourself as well as your enemy. I present to you, Mystique."
Each of the droids turned into the infamous shape-shifter of blue skin and red hair. She in turn rippled and started to change shape herself, each of the ten mutant terrorists turning into ten more mutants from the famous roster. As the menagerie of a hundred mutants went on, Pierce continued to talk.
"She is not the only shape shifter, but she is one of the most infamous. She has had to learn the ways of dozens to hundreds of individuals to be one of the most successful espionage agents the world has ever known. She does not need any additional powers beyond surprise and confusion to kick your ass."
The superhuman slide show stopped and the droids vanished.
"I got to say I am proud of you all. This was not a pass/fail, this was to see how you would handle the unexpected and you all did admirably. Since it is friday, I am handing out passes for the weekend, there is a carnival setting up and there will be no 'suicide nights'. You have to buddy-up if you want to go and wear GPS bracelets that work like smart watches with a hundred foot radial alarm. Do good and next time the range increases. Do poorly and it decreases... IF you get to go out again at all. So, who wants to go?"
Mr pierce nodded as he pulled out a whistle and blew into it sharply. All the droids disengaged while reverting to blank slates and shut down. He looked over at the many faces with grim determination and walked around the students in a circle. "What have we learned here today boys and girls?" He asked rhetorically. "Is that some days you will have to know yourself as well as your enemy. I present to you, Mystique."
Each of the droids turned into the infamous shape-shifter of blue skin and red hair. She in turn rippled and started to change shape herself, each of the ten mutant terrorists turning into ten more mutants from the famous roster. As the menagerie of a hundred mutants went on, Pierce continued to talk.
"She is not the only shape shifter, but she is one of the most infamous. She has had to learn the ways of dozens to hundreds of individuals to be one of the most successful espionage agents the world has ever known. She does not need any additional powers beyond surprise and confusion to kick your ass."
The superhuman slide show stopped and the droids vanished.
"I got to say I am proud of you all. This was not a pass/fail, this was to see how you would handle the unexpected and you all did admirably. Since it is friday, I am handing out passes for the weekend, there is a carnival setting up and there will be no 'suicide nights'. You have to buddy-up if you want to go and wear GPS bracelets that work like smart watches with a hundred foot radial alarm. Do good and next time the range increases. Do poorly and it decreases... IF you get to go out again at all. So, who wants to go?"
*Puts on a suspiciously infinity gauntlet-esque looking iron glove and
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so I was looking up victor mancha fro runaways and came across this:
Note to self; Arbitrarily carry a tennis ball container.
Well of course, but also when the person meeting them shows up they'll know what to do.
Bring him a ken doll a student's little sister left behind for a wardrobe change?
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