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Tweak says, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

nwo_mod (nwo_mod) wrote in nwo_xmen,
@ 2008-07-17 14:06:00

WHO: Sabertooth, and those who wish to fight him
WHAT: Tears shit up
WHEN: July 17th, mid-morning
WHERE: The Danger Room, and surrounding area

THIS IS AN OPEN TAG. ALL THOSE WHO WISH TO FIGHT SABERTOOTH, PLEASE GO AHEAD! A TAG ORDER WILL EVOLVE AS OTHERS JOIN. HAVE FUN!

Making his way into the Mansion had been so unusually easy that Sabertooth couldn't help but wonder if their host was expecting them. No matter, the old fool had underestimated them on more than one occasion, and there were more pressing issues to consider at that moment.

He headed for the danger room, dragging his claws against the wall as he went, leaving deep furrows in the flimsy paneling. Stealth certainly wasn't the name of this operation - like Mags had said, it was just a distraction. He could have fun with this.

And he would. There were a few old friends in the building that were just aching for a visit from ol' handsome Victor.

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nwo_mod
2008-07-17 05:25 pm UTC (link)

Fuck.

As soon as he felt Remy's finger brush against his shirt, Creed knew he should probably drop him, or spend the next hour cleaning his teeth out of the back of his head. Regeneration - cool it was, pleasant and quick it was not.

He twisted away as it began to spark, lashing out with one hand and ripping a chunk of hair from Remy's head as he moved. A keepsake. His shirt burst into violet flames, crackling for only a moment before they died down. He swore, dusted t he ashes from his shoulders, and let out a bone-shaking roar.

"You'll pay for that, LeBeau!" He growled, leveling Logan with the same gaze. "As soon as I'm done with you, Runt, I'll make your teammate here my own personal chew toy.I'll even stuff him myself."

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nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 05:33 pm UTC (link)

He had to admit, that was impressive. And pretty fucking amusing, all things considered. Logan broke out into an inappropriately amused grin as he ducked forward and practically dragged the kid out of Creed's range. He wasn't letting him get hurt any more than he already was, that chunk of hair missing as it was - he swept an arm back, blocked him back behind him, to hell with the kid's feelings, Creed got a hand on him again and he'd be done.

"Why don't ya try pickin' on someone yer own..." He snorted, smiled wryly. Not the best choice of phrase. "...age, fer once? Leave the kid the fuck alone. The fuck am I, chopped liver?" He straightened up, brought his claws up in front of him and clanged them together loudly, the sound of metal on metal like a challenge. "Ya wanna try it, Creed? You ain't killed me yet, you ain't killin' me today."

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nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Remy folded his legs under him and rose gracefully, hand pressed to his head. It ached like a mother, and he'd have a fucking bald spot there, but better that than to lose his entire face. He hesitated a second, took a few steps back, and actually started to pivot before he stopped himself.

It would be easy to run away and leave Logan to handle this. He was sure that his assistance wasn't actually required, just as he was sure that it was in his best interests to turn tail and run. There was, however, his pride to consider. He'd been running from Creed for nearly two fucking years now, and to tuck tail and scurry away again was more than he could stomach.

So instead of running, he turned the pivot into a full 360, hand dipping into his pocket. Three charged cards flew past Logan's shoulder in rapid succession, two striking Creed in the chest and the other catching him high on the cheekbone.

"Fuck you, Creed," he spat, still slightly behind Logan, but standing his ground now. "You jus' try an' chew me after I blow the fuckin' teeth from your skull."

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nwo_mod
2008-07-17 05:54 pm UTC (link)

The cards hurt like hell, but this wasn't Creed's first rodeo. He'd fought the little kinetic motherfucker before, and had earned his fare share of blows. Still, it stung.

With a hand clutched to his exposed ribs, blood sloshing from his face down to the ground, he ran through the cloud of violet smoke and towards Logan, throwing an arm out and catching him around the neck. He slammed the smaller man against the wall, bringing up a knee to catch him in the stomach, pulling back before he found himself in the way of a flashing silver claw. The amount of times he'd had those claws sunk in his flesh, it was the healing factor only that saved him from looking like a damn patchwork quilt.

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nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Fuck, of all the things to feel in that moment, pride shouldn't've been one of them. But there it was, in the way Remy'd fucked up their buddy Victor's ribs 'cause that was a sight for sore eyes, and the fact he hadn't just taken the high road - yeah, so Logan guessed the kid'd've been better off if he'd got out while the getting was good, and watching him get torn apart literally limb from limb was all kinds of fucking no, but.

Yeah, he should've guessed it. A second later, before he could duck outta the way he was smashed up against the wall, the weight of him and Creed's stupid fucking strength behind it breaking the panel behind him, making a Logan-sized dent in the plasterboard. Hurt like a fucker, the knee winded him, but he'd had worse - being bodychecked against a corridor wall was nothing next to the flesh burned off his bones, for a start, and Sabretooth didn't have that in him.

The claw missed, but that was the plan. A normal guy dropping down on Creed's closest foot wouldn't've been much of an issue at all but with all that adamantium Logan was hardly a normal guy. Especially not when those claws that'd missed his throat came crashing down toward Creed's toes.

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nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Remy ducked out of the way just in time to avoid the edge of Creed's rushing attack, and for a moment, he considered running again. To jump into the middle of that brawl would be fucking suicide and he knew it, but...

But nothing. It was run and hate himself forever, or it was stay and fight and probably get himself killed. Die a hero, live a coward. Not much of a choice, but it was the only one he had. Growling in his throat, he pulled out five more cards and charged them.

"Lord, help me," he murmured, then ran and jumped. He was on Creed's back, clinging with one hand, the other circling around to cram the cards into Creed's open mouth. Stupidstupidstupidstupid his brain yammered, but he wasn't listening to his brain anymore. It was all vindictive instinct now, payback for all the shit that Creed had done in the past.

"This one's for the angel, Creed," he said, maniacally happy as his fist slammed up, forcing Creed to bite down on the explosive cards. There was no time to jump free, so he ducked his head, hoping the bulk of Creed's shoulders would shield him from the worst of the explosion.

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nwo_mod
2008-07-17 06:19 pm UTC (link)

Double fuck. Creed swayed wildly from side to side, tearing his foot away from Logan's claws and leaving a good part of it behind. He slammed Remy back against the panels in an attempt to dislodge him but it was much too late. He bit down on the cards and they ignited, making him look like some sort of early, horrific Jack O'Lantern.

With the inside of his skull temporarily liquefied, he stumbled backwards and hit the ground, pinning the Cajun beneath him. He groaned, his throat and skull already knitting back together, but damn that hurt. As soon as his throat had healed enough to speak he began to laugh, rolling over and pinning Remy down against the floor. Logan would no doubt pull his spine out within seconds, but it was worth it to get the little red headed fucker beneath him.

"I still have those wings, red..." he growled, leaning down and licking the side of Remy's face, jaw to hairline. "I use them for curtains. Still smell like your friend, Worthington..."

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nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Jesus Christ, did Creed just lick him? Logan scowled; even the sight of pieces of Creed all over the corridor couldn't please him enough to wipe that little scene out of his head. This was not going that way. Creed was getting his fucking hands off the kid, now.

So he did what any rational adamantium-laced guy would've done; he jumped, and he shoved all six claws in just as far as they'd go down into Victor Creed's lower back. And he twisted, yanked back, pulling him off of him. "You don't go near him," he snarled, low, by Creed's ear close enough to bite down at the lobe and split it clear off. Sure, it'd be back, but spitting half the guy's ear down the corridor in a smear of blood was pretty darn satisfying. He grinned, teeth bloody, mouth bloody. "You come get me instead."

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nwo_gambit
2008-07-17 06:59 pm UTC (link)

Gasping and gagging, Remy backpedaled as fast as he could. His nails raked down his cheek, digging deep furrows in his own face as he tried reflexively to rid his skin of the scent of Creed. It hurt, but it was better than feeling that fucking tongue, Jesus Christ...

He just lay in the hall for a moment, staring at the growing carnage. Blood everywhere, on the floors, the walls, dripping down Creed's face, spilling down Logan's chin. His stomach heaved, but he kept control of himself. There wasn't much else he could do.

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nwo_mod
2008-07-17 07:07 pm UTC (link)

Creed screamed with the agony that so usually accompanied Logan's claws, groaning and leaning against a wall until his spine began to knit itself back together. He snarled, spitting blood and teeth, running a raggedly clawed hand through his hair and straightening.

"Nice, runt," he growled, licking his lips and flexing his fingers. He pulled a strip of torn panel from the wall, a rough spear he'd carved earlier with his claws. "I thought you would've gotten slow, laying around this place. Guess I was wrong. Some of us just don't stop training..."

He stood still, for longer than he should have, before leaping once again into action. He took the coming claws in the chest, groaning and pushing down against them. The paneling spear came up, catching Logan in the abdomen, and pushed forward until it met resistance. Either the wall or a metallic bone, Creed didn't care.

"All that blood in my mouth, I can still taste your little bitch, Logan," he purred, laughing and twisting the pole. The damage was temporary. "That's what he is, isn't it? Do you think he knows what happens...how we play our little game, you and me? It's dangerous, hanging around you..."

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nwo_wolverine
2008-07-17 07:18 pm UTC (link)

The pain of it was just as anticipated, the strip of panelling jabbing straight through what felt like a kidney and into the wall. Well, fuck, that smarted. He guessed he hadn't expected any less.

"Ain't none'a your concern what he is and ain't to me, Creed," he said, and spat a mouthful of his own blood and Creed's in his general direction. "And don't think I won't slap that taste right outta yer mouth."

He couldn't pull back far enough to get the claws out; he popped them back in, pulled his hands free and pressed one against Creed's shoulder, another against that spike. When they came out again, wood and bone splintered in their wake and Logan dropped to the floor.

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nwo_cyclops
2008-07-18 03:49 pm UTC (link)

It felt like he'd been running all day when in actuality, all of this was happening in the space of minutes.

Following the trail of destruction, he found himself in front of the corridor outside the Danger Room. The scene in front of him could only be described with one word: horrendous. Remy was down, his breathing laboured, Wolverine had been impaled with a piece of wood panelling and Sabertooth's spine, while exposed, was already in the process of healing; and there was the matters of the claws in Sabertooth's shoulder...

Hurrying over to Remy, he ensured himslef that yes, while the boy had been hurt pretty bad, he wasn't going to die anytime soon. Satisfied of that, Cyclops kneeled down by Wolverine and pulled on the piece of wood, extracting it as quickly as he could. He knew Wolverine probably didn't want the help, but tough. He was getting it anyways.

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nwo_wolverine
2008-07-19 09:50 am UTC (link)

Fucking Summers. Logan rolled his eyes and growled something unpleasant though it'd be tough to say exactly what it was considering how he was attempting to spit out a mouthful of blood onto the rug. He groped about blindly in the open wound in his side, yanked out a handful of splinters and dropped onto his knees. Wasn't like he was gonna die, but it sure hurt enough.

No time to think about healing, either. He groaned as he hauled himself to his feet, bloodying the floor; he swiped Scott aside - guy could try to help if he wanted but hell if Logan was gonna mail him a nice invite - and launched himself at Creed. He'd be damned if he was letting him get away with this.

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