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X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

As he stood alone in the dark cavern, all Kurt could see was fire and darkness. The flames danced around him, the shadows on the walls mimicking its movement as his bright yellow eyes darted everywhere. The place was odd, yet strangely Kurt found it familiar. He couldn’t have been here before though right? He certainly would have remembered it if he had. He headed forward, keen to investigate but that was when the laughter started. Loud and painful, like nails on a chalk board, it echoed throughout the room.

“Who…who are you?” Kurt managed, raising his hands into a feeble fighting stance.

The laughter ceased and all that could be heard the crackling of the fire once more, until a deep voice spoke. “Why Mr Wagner, have you already forgotten your dear master-“

BAMF!

The young boy’s eyes shot open as a bundle of demonic chaos appeared in the air above him and fell with a thud onto his chest. The German swore loudly as he swung tiredly to knock the creature away but before his arms even reached the thing, it was already gone, bounding off the bed on all fours. Kurt groaned in annoyance as he pulled the covers off himself and swung his leg round. Rising to his feet, he stretched with a yawn before giving himself a small scratch where the sun doesn’t shine. That was when his eyes gazed around the motel room he was staying in and spotted the clock.

10am.

“Für fickt willen” He swore loudly once more as he rubbed his eyes. He was late. Very late.

Moving quickly he rushed into the bathroom, almost tripping over another blue sleeping demon in the process, who was led snoring with an empty whiskey bottle in its arm. Kurt didn’t bother to complain about how the Bamfs had been stealing once again. Bad enough he had to deal with the indigo critters every hour of every day, now they had started stealing. What great pets!

He washed his face and hair using the water basin, not before having to removing another sleeping Bamf from it beforehand. After a quick combing he was done and dressing himself into a simple pair of slacks and a shirt, before making his way to the door. Pulling on his coat, the mutant looked at himself in the mirror, giving himself a low sigh. A monstrous face stared back at him, with bright yellow eyes and indigo skin, his pointed ears sticking out slightly from his hair. If only he was normal.

Making sure that his tail was tucked into his pants and his hood covered the majority of his face, Kurt gave the motel room one last look. Luckily all but two of the Bamfs were asleep. Maybe if he left now quickly he could be rid of them forever. Unfortunately that plan didn’t work. He was walking through the lobby when all of a sudden all twenty Bamfs appeared out of nowhere, leaving a thick scent of brimstone in their wake. Luckily Charles Xavier, Kurt’s new employer or instructor, had checked the teen into one of the only motels in New York where no one bothered to man the front desk meaning that he managed to sprint out the building before anyone could see him.

He crossed the street quickly, not wanting to raise attention to himself, which was especially hard when you were constantly being followed by an army of blue naked demons. Another stroke of luck was that the hotel happened to be just down the street from the warehouse/bar where Kurt was meant to be meeting the man. That meant in the time it took him to finally reach the building, he had only left one or two people running or shouting abuse. That was actually good for Kurt.

He was defiantly not expected there to be so many people in the bar when he entered. He shuffled in quietly and gazed around at the gathering calmly, not meaning to disturbed them, however that all ended when the Bamfs jumped through the door behind him, pushing the German to the floor, his hood falling from his head as he did so.

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"Listen up you bozo's. Mistah J won't be too happy if you reach the top of this tower without his permission, so I suggest you morons just leave!"

The all too familiar Jersey accent was nearly enough to make Scorpion lose his concentration from what he was doing and plummet to the ground below. Why the hell was Harley Freakin' Quinn at the top of the Castle of The Nightingales? Looking back down, he spotted Roy, another Den Mother. Obviously the redhead had gotten bored of watching them fight ninjas. With a determined look on his face, Tim continued to climb.

The sound of gun fire filled the air, only to be followed by more shouts from the blond psychopath. Moving quickly, the Scorpion heaved himself over crenelations just in time to watch as Ricochet knocked one of Harley's pistols out of hand with one of his disks. Harley swore at the top of her lungs, before opening fire on the white haired hero with her other gun. Pouncing from where he was perched, Tim flew through the air, throwing a punch at Harley just before he hit her. The psycho was knocked to the floor under the weight of Scorpion, her second weapon falling to the floor as well.

However the battle was not won yet. Quinn kicked upwards, knocking the teen to the side, before jumping back to her feet. He delivered another good kick into Tim's ribs before running towards the corner of the rooftop, where her signature hammer was perched.

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Sorry guys for not posting! Been busy all day! I'll begin working on a post shortly!

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Scorpion was confused to arrive on the second floor to find a guardsman fading away before his eyes. Looking up, his eyes rested on Ricochet who gave him one of his all too familiar winks. That was twice now that Ricochet had saved him today and Tim was determined to not let there be a third time. Darting forward, the armored teen scurried along the ceiling before emerging onto the level above. This time though, he prepared himself for an attack. Swinging his tail, the guardsman was knocked to the floor though before he could react, Scorpion was apon him and had delivered a strong punch which reduced him to pixels.

Smiling at his handiwork, Scorpion rose before bounding towards the window. Taking in his surroundings, he realized that the tower wasn't exactly that tall. They were already about a third of the way there! With a smile on his face, the hero moved on, scaling the side of the tower as he climbed.

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Scorpion eyed the disk as Ricochet propelled it in his direction. His shot had to be perfect. If he took to long to take his shot then blast would surely kill the guardsman (even though it was a simulation, Tim suspected that Iron Fist would deduct points if they ended up killing). If he took the shot too soon he would risk the guardsman remaining conscious and sounding the alarm. Obviously he could miss although after having a mechanical tail for the last year, Scorpion had kind of practiced his shot. The disk whizzed past him. Tim took the shot. A blob of acidic goo was launched out the top of his tail and...

Kapoof!

Well technically there was no "kapoof". Scorpion couldn't actually hear any sound of an explosion, yet the disks did go off. A small cloud of smoke was evidence of that. As it slowly cleared, the teenage superhero caught a glimpse of the guard's body disappearing into a pile of fading pixels. Scuttling through the doorway and along the right hand wall, Tim surveyed the rest of the room, signalling Ricochet to follow as he did so.

As far as he could see, there were no signs of any other guardsmen on this floor. He smiled beneath his helmet as he moved on forward quickly, approaching the stairs to the floors above.

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If someone makes a character for the New Mutants or something, I may have Quentin Quire as a second character

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Scorpion scared wide eyed as the tower appeared in front of him. He nodded timidly as Iron Fist talked them through their task, sliding his helmet back into place as he did so. So all they had to do was make it to the top of the tower? It didn't seem that hard. He could simply scale the side of the building! However he doubted that the den-mother would be happy. Which meant that they would have to deal with the guards. Honestly though it couldn't be that bad...

"If I throw a disk in the air, full of an anesthetic, could you blast at it and force it to detonate when it's in the vicinity of the guards?"

Tim turned to see Ricochet wave one of his special disks in front of him. Thinking about it, that was a half-decent idea. The young hero nodded happily, giving the fellow trainee a thumbs up. Leaping forward, the Scorpion landed just above the tower's doorway, his hands and feet planted firmly against the wall. Scuttling down he leaned into the doorway, his tail arcing over his shoulder, zeroing in on the guardsman. Looking up, he raised his thumb once more at Ricochet, giving him the signal to strike.

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Working on my post now :)

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YoshiSkittlez said
So no particular restrictions on this rp then?

Unless Nightrunner said anything, I don't think so

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Double post :/