Windchill
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"Cold enough for yas?"
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Post by Windchill on Dec 21, 2009 13:03:36 GMT -5
Windchill runs outside after Spellbound, and attempts to take flight atop a column of focused air...
"I hope this works."
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Post by shockwave on Dec 21, 2009 15:46:46 GMT -5
Shockwave steps outside, activating the sonic generators in the boots of his armor, going airborn towards the sound of the gunfire. "I'll meet you all there. I'll see if I can keep the terrorist occupied while you catch up."
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Post by TasK on Dec 21, 2009 18:47:50 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry 'bout the lack of posts. Christmas + family + working through holidays= lack of posts. Apologees to anyone I haven't responded to. There's not enough hours in the day anymore, lol)))
Oldschool rushes outside to join the others already heading towards the gunfire.
"FD, you're on chaperone duty. Babysit our flyers until we arrive. I'll bring in everyone else, as a group, on foot. We need to try and stick together, work as a team. Everyone comes out of this one alive!"
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Elixir
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Post by Elixir on Dec 21, 2009 20:07:54 GMT -5
Thanking Jenkins, Elixir comes out and catches the tail end of the conversation.
"Lead the way Oldschool, I'll try to keep up."
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Flashdance
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Post by Flashdance on Dec 22, 2009 0:31:10 GMT -5
"No problem Old School! We'll hold down the fort till y'all arrive! Miss Spellbound - wanna lift?"
Depending on her answer, Flashdance will either scoop her up and start leaping to keep up with the flyers, or will take off without her. Either way:
"Shockwave, Windchill, wait for me!"
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Dec 22, 2009 1:20:58 GMT -5
As the heroes enter the street outside the homeless shelter, they clearly hear the sound of automatic weapons fire coming from the south, ringing out and echoing off the surrounding warehouse buildings. And then suddenly there is a loud explosion and gigantic rolling fireball that leaps into the sky from the waterfront nearly two miles away. The explosion shakes the ground, cracking windows in the homeless shelter. From this distance, it appears that a Port Authority pier and surrounding warehouses are now on fire. Debris from the explosion begins raining down in the streets ahead. ooc: I need a telescopic vision FEAT from Oldschool
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Dec 22, 2009 2:07:10 GMT -5
ooc: ***Solo only***
Solo is still shaking off the effects of whatever chemical agent was in the purple gas that emerged from one of those strange liquid-filled glass globes that Deadpool threw at the damaged Dreadnought.
Nine Dreadnought robots march out of the warehouse, four of them carrying crates, the other five appear to be guarding them.
Deadpool's corpse continues to burn on the warehouse floor from the Dreadnought's flamethrower blast, leaving a charred, near skeletal figure wearing one red boot.
Deadpool's truck bomb detonator timer ticks down...
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Solo strains with all his might to teleport to safety, intending to head back to his bunker in Utah.
The scene of the warehouse goes opaque and blurred as the truck bomb explodes catching some of the Dreadnoughts in the blast.
Time seems to slow to a crawl. Solo is teleporting, but for the first time ever, he feels his pain-wracked body shifting through space.
Through the dance of globules of light that accompany Solo's teleportation arrival, Solo sees a spectral figure in black robes strapped to a pole stake in the middle of burning fire, surrounded by men dressed in 17th Century clothing holding torches.
Solo hears an echoing voice in the background that says "Bartholomew Jacobs, for your witchcraft and debauchery and evil terrors upon this Earth, with this fire we destroy your foul body and consign your soul to eternal Hell."
The men throw their torches at the spectral figure.
The spectral figure screams in agony as the flames ignite his robes, but he shouts "Hell can not hold me! I will live again! I will return to slay you all in an indestructible body!"
The vision fades as the lights of plasma energy of Solo's teleportation dissipates, but he does not find himself in his bunker in Utah.
The spectral figure burning at the stake has been replaced by a telephone pole, the same telephone pole down the street from the pier that Solo took his sniper shots on the Yakuza guards from. The telephone pole is on fire from the explosion of Deadpool's truckbomb.
The warehouse has been obliterated, along with a few surrounding warehouses, and the entire pier is on fire.
Solo notices something odd. Though he is still carrying his full compliment of weaponry, his costume has changed to the black outfit of his Omega Strike team, complete with insignia patches. In the abdomen is a blood stained bullethole exposing his regular costume and Kevlar plating. The material of this Omega Strike uniform is cloth-like, but not of the same material as his old uniform. It's like a duplicate, even the bullethole in the abdomen is in the right place.
As Solo adjusts to his surroundings, from the flames on the pier walk out four Dreadnought robots, slightly damaged, two of them carrying crates.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Dec 22, 2009 2:28:11 GMT -5
The silvery reflective light continues to swirl around Spellbound as she starts running southward towards the Port Authority piers. Spellbound warns Flashdance, "Don't try to grab me. It could be... bad right now. My protective aura might hurt you if you try. Go ahead, I'll catch up." Then the explosion rocks the ground, and she stumbles a bit, but keeps running, following Shockwave and Windchill.
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Windchill
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Post by Windchill on Dec 22, 2009 2:42:31 GMT -5
Windchill is flying, awkwardly, and his face is beaming with a smile for the first time today.
He shouts over to Shockwave, "How long ya been flying? This is my... second time."
Windchill narrowly misses a billboard on top of a building down the street as the blast wave from the explosion buffets him backward, but he regains control.
"Whoooooa!"
"Looks like that burning pier ahead is our destination. That burning debris might set nearby buildings on fire. You've got the Iron Man armor, Shockwave. I'll hang back and try to stop fires from starting and spreading and catch up with you."
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Post by shockwave on Dec 22, 2009 8:20:29 GMT -5
"I'm not much more experienced than you. The flying part isn't that bad...it's the landings."
When the blast reaches Shockwave, he almost loses control, but manages to regain his bearing without running into anything. "I take it back, the flying part can be bad too. Seems we found our friend's bomb."
Shockwave zeros in on the burning buildings and closes in as quickly as he can looking for survivors or the cause of the explosion.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2009 8:58:43 GMT -5
Solo shakes his head and try to dismiss his vision on the purple gas, but can't explain how he messed up his teleport so badly, how he got his old suit on, and the bullet hole from Gabriel. He shakes his head again and looks for cover, he patches the bullet wound up quick, readies his assault rifle and waits for an opportunity to attack the robots, or teleport back to his base, preferably both. He also was on the lookout for some cops or capes, and was ready to avoid them if he could.
This mission went to hell in a hand-basket in seconds. Who wanted to trap him and Deadpool (poor fool)? Was it Sable? Hydra? Maggia? Solo had to many enemies to count, but this had to wait now.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Dec 23, 2009 12:25:23 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry it wasn't more clear. Solo is not wounded through the abdomen with a bullet wound (though he is still injured from the Dreadnought's charge on him). He is merely wearing a replica of his Omega Strike uniform with bullethole over his regular costume. It's part of the "mental illusion made real" effect of those strange chemicals exploding
We're gonna break here for Christmas. Have a Merry one and see you all back here this weekend
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Flashdance
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Post by Flashdance on Dec 23, 2009 12:53:16 GMT -5
Merry Christmas all!!!!!!
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Post by TasK on Dec 24, 2009 18:39:20 GMT -5
OOC: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.))
Hypervision FEAT:
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Dec 26, 2009 14:34:55 GMT -5
The pier is raging fiercely with fire [Incredible intensity], engulfing warehouses on either side of the warehouse that exploded and burning others.
Around a quarter-mile from the blast zone (10 areas), Solo is recovering from his dose of a very hallucinogenic gas and emergency teleportation. Small fires burn around him. He sees four Dreadnought robots emerging from the flames. Two of them are carrying large crates, as all four march north away from the waterfront. They shoot at anyone running from the burning warehouses or driving by, but generally seemed determined to march northward.
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Around a half-mile away from the blast zone (20 areas), Shockwave is flying towards the waterfront fires when he notices parked in a side alleyway a brown Jeep Cherokee SUV bearing the Metropolitan Museum of Art logo on its front doors - the same vehicle Felicia had used to drive the heroes to the pizza restaurant. Its windows are shattered save for the windshield, upon which is spray-painted in large red letters "MUTIE"
Shockwave also hears gunfire-like blasts from ahead at the fires that his onboard SHIELD acoustic forensics software identifies as:
[soundsource: AIM Dreadnought robot spike launcher]
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Around three quarters of a mile away (30 areas) Oldschool and Flashdance have leaped to catch up with Windchill, who is patrolling around and extinguishing flaming bits of debris from the explosion with ice blasts. Through his hypervision, Oldschool sees four menacing robots emerge from the flames on the pier, and he sees them taking shots at vehicles and people fleeing the scene.
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Around a mile away from the blast zone (40 areas), Elixir and Spellbound are running to catch up to the others. A silvery light continues to swirl around Spellbound.
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