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I don't think X-23 could be more useless in a fight like this. Haha.
Sorry for my absence. And for the filler post.
X pulled herself up from the dirt just in time to watch Storm get taken down. The tiniest fractal of a smile formed on her typically stern lips as she retracted her claws and stood. They'd done it, the team had pulled it off. Without the storm whipping around unbearably in her ears, she could finally hear her team without the need of a comm device, even if she'd been whipped...what appeared to be...a good thirty yards away. She hardly remembered the fall, but that didn't matter. But...of course, the moment of pride shimmered into nothingness as soon as the egos opened their mouths. Not that the women were completely serious, but perhaps they should've been. They were standing over a fallen teammate in a strange countryside that was covered in mud and debris.
The air shifted, X sniffed at it and extended her claws once more out of habit. Not that they'd actually do much against a mostly formless enemy. She hoped and feared being chosen at the same time, it froze her for just an instant thinking that...within her mind she may have been able to trap him. So much damage had been done and undone, the scar tissue in her memories was as good as a shield, but...well, she could have easily killed every one of them. They wouldn't be arguing with each other then. X noted to chastise herself later for being sardonic at a time such as this.
Being cut off from the team brought a sudden rush of apprehension, she couldn't do that much from the other side of the battle field. With claws or otherwise, what they needed was a powerful psychic and, of that, they were precariously short. Save for the Professor, of course...What a damned mess, this shouldn't have been left to the kids. She wondered if...perhaps...Darkshadow could manipulate his entire form? X wasn't entirely sure and if the idea didn't come to the girl she would be absolutely floored. Useless to concentrate on that for now, what else could she do? Charge it? Laura was desperately, frustratingly in need of an enemy she could sink her claws into.
The air shifted, X sniffed at it and extended her claws once more out of habit. Not that they'd actually do much against a mostly formless enemy. She hoped and feared being chosen at the same time, it froze her for just an instant thinking that...within her mind she may have been able to trap him. So much damage had been done and undone, the scar tissue in her memories was as good as a shield, but...well, she could have easily killed every one of them. They wouldn't be arguing with each other then. X noted to chastise herself later for being sardonic at a time such as this.
Being cut off from the team brought a sudden rush of apprehension, she couldn't do that much from the other side of the battle field. With claws or otherwise, what they needed was a powerful psychic and, of that, they were precariously short. Save for the Professor, of course...What a damned mess, this shouldn't have been left to the kids. She wondered if...perhaps...Darkshadow could manipulate his entire form? X wasn't entirely sure and if the idea didn't come to the girl she would be absolutely floored. Useless to concentrate on that for now, what else could she do? Charge it? Laura was desperately, frustratingly in need of an enemy she could sink her claws into.
Well, that kind of blew my Monday timeline out the window.
I'll post by Monday at the very latest. I liked the 'Wolverette' by the way, KH.
I don't know why Charles would take in a rather feral non-mutant. Besides us already having a plethora of characters with really rough pasts and high body-counts, it seems like he'd be more for the Avengers Academy or, at best, an assassin for SHIELD if he didn't reform the whole "murdering" thing. At the moment, personally, I think he'd be a threat to the student body. Which is weird to say, since I'm RPing as X-23, but I don't know, man. Maybe try and re-work it a bit and we'll come back to it?
My word isn't the final say in much of anything, by the way. Just calling it like I see it.
My word isn't the final say in much of anything, by the way. Just calling it like I see it.
I'm gonna' say that needs a lot of work, man.
And for the quadruple post, since no one interrupted my c-c-combo, I'm leaving the last part of my post open ended for either MC to decide or anyone else. 
Talon moved as fast as her feet would carry her. In serpentine patterns she leaped and dodged away from any potential dangers; even if there didn't appear to be, she didn't much feel like getting another taste of lightning. A plan struck her like an aforementioned bolt and her pace quickened towards her nearest team member. Darkshadow's exploits had gone relatively unseen in the chaos, but she hoped the promiscuous woman could muster up enough strength for what she had in mind. Despite her new plan her instincts still craved blood, it would have been the easiest solution if she could actually get close to Storm. Of course, the parts of her brain that had been trained out of this knee-jerk reaction quelled the calling for culling easily, but it was always a dull spoon digging into her consciousness like hunger pangs on the losing end of starvation.
Laura made it to Bamf with, thankfully, no real danger. "My communications are down, I need you to relay a plan. It is only theory, but it is something. Have John create an overhang with the earth, enough to cast darkness on Storm," she figured at this point the rest would already come to him, but out of habit she continued on without so much as a formal greeting for her teammate, "and get Darkshadow close enough to bind her with shadows and constrict. If possible, get Discharge close enough to shock her unconscious while Darkshadow holds her. I will do my best to draw her attention and to reach Plasma." Feeling that if she could trust anyone to carry out such a plan, it would be their resident teleporting ninja, she took off in another serpentine sprint, but this time towards the center of the action.
Lightning bolts crashed around her, which she avoided by the most uncomfortably thin of margins, and hail pelted her, but she continued on through the largest gusts of wind. With a burst of either creativity, bravery or stupidity (or some malicious concoction of the three) she climbed John's stairs, crouched at the apex and pushed off with all the unnatural strength in her legs in a leaping maneuver that her adoptive father would be proud of. With any luck, she'd manage to wrap her limbs around storm and drag her down. With far too much luck, she might actually lock in a choke hold, but that was doubtful. All she needed to buy was some of Shadow King's concentration and a few more seconds for her team.
Mostly she expected to kiss another bolt of lightning and, with nowhere to go, spend most of the night getting used to whatever limb it decided to burst out of.
Laura made it to Bamf with, thankfully, no real danger. "My communications are down, I need you to relay a plan. It is only theory, but it is something. Have John create an overhang with the earth, enough to cast darkness on Storm," she figured at this point the rest would already come to him, but out of habit she continued on without so much as a formal greeting for her teammate, "and get Darkshadow close enough to bind her with shadows and constrict. If possible, get Discharge close enough to shock her unconscious while Darkshadow holds her. I will do my best to draw her attention and to reach Plasma." Feeling that if she could trust anyone to carry out such a plan, it would be their resident teleporting ninja, she took off in another serpentine sprint, but this time towards the center of the action.
Lightning bolts crashed around her, which she avoided by the most uncomfortably thin of margins, and hail pelted her, but she continued on through the largest gusts of wind. With a burst of either creativity, bravery or stupidity (or some malicious concoction of the three) she climbed John's stairs, crouched at the apex and pushed off with all the unnatural strength in her legs in a leaping maneuver that her adoptive father would be proud of. With any luck, she'd manage to wrap her limbs around storm and drag her down. With far too much luck, she might actually lock in a choke hold, but that was doubtful. All she needed to buy was some of Shadow King's concentration and a few more seconds for her team.
Mostly she expected to kiss another bolt of lightning and, with nowhere to go, spend most of the night getting used to whatever limb it decided to burst out of.
If I double post, sorry. It's being nice and stupid.
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