|Erik Magnus Lehnsherr (master_magnus) wrote in oh_marvelous,|
@ 2012-06-25 18:29:00
|Entry tags:||z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: avengers, z: om1: affiliation: brotherhood, z: om1: affiliation: s.h.i.e.l.d., z: om1: character: erik lehnsherr, z: om1: character: janet van dyne, z: om1: character: jasper sitwell, z: om1: character: jessica drew, z: om1: character: nick fury, z: om1: character: raven darkholme, z: om1: location: helicarrier, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: clint barton, z: om1: past character: daisy johnson, z: om1: past character: sebastian druid|
Anger ventilated often hurries towards forgiveness-
Characters: Magneto and everyone on the Raft (so Nick, Coulson, Daisy, Sitwell, Morse, Druid, anyone I'm forgetting), and the Avengers
Setting: The helicarrier
Content: Violence, oh so much violence
Summary: Magneto has some scores to settle, best to kick the dog while it's down before it gets back up and bites him
Notes: Idk if this is mostly reactionary because- *spoiler*- that helicarrier is coming down one way or another. You can still give roughing him up a shot and anyone who could figure a way to disrupt an electro magnetic field would have a good chance at breaking Magneto’s barrier
Edit: Okay so the helicarrier isn't thousands of feet in the air, it's above skyline in the harbor so the fall isn't that terrible. Since it's a ship and would float when it hit the water, Mags will be ripping it in half then dropping it. People inside or not holding onto something on deck would likely be sucked under and drown. Presumably most of our characters are on deck so as long as they grab hold of something, everyone should survive.
The things he did for love. Not that Magneto could claim he wasn't doing this for himself, too. S.H.I.E.L.D. needed punishment, true, and it was best to strike now when they least expected it. Although he was somewhat ashamed about and, of course, annoyed at the loss of his manor, he hadn't thought of it as so wholly important as Mystique did but he knew if he was going to make up with with her he'd have to handle all of these insults in one fell swoop. He'd save face and, hopefully, appease Raven. That woman was his one real weakness and, he thought darkly, likely to be his downfall, too. After all his recent failures and close calls, Magnus knew better than to expect this would be easy but he did admit, despite the fact that he'd been goaded into such immediate action, he was going to quite enjoy himself today.
The helicarrier was out above the Lower Bay, hovering high in the air but keeping close to the city. Magneto had his teleporter leave him on a beach outside Brooklyn where he put up his electromagnetic shields and rose up into the air to meet the flying ship. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would kill two birds with one stone here. Surely the Avengers would come out to save the helicarrier and the people on it- they’d done it in the past. History had a way of repeating itself, only this time, Magneto would be absolutely sure to finish the job. He let his energy wash over it before he actually reached it, feeling for every piece of metal on the ship and there was oh so much to play with. Guns and buckles and panels and bolts and fillings in teeth and rims of glasses and the whole ship itself. One big floating metal death trap.
He took out the engines first, ripped all four right off. There would be no racing to replace them, not a single thing they could do. The whole craft shuddered and bucked and he let it drop a little and then held it up, cradled in empty air above open water in Magneto’s energy. He couldn’t let go, not yet, he had to wait a little while and see if his traitorous children and their squad of self-righteous superheroes showed up and, if they didn't, he'd have to hunt Wanda down himself. That would have been a tedious task, he preferred to bide his time here and have a little fun in the meantime. Already someone had got to a gun, realized that lone figure only just rising level to the ship was the culprit for this sudden madness, started shooting at him. Pitiful fool. He watched the bullets approach and, with a lazy flick of his wrist, sent them all flying right back into the head of their shooter.
Smiling, he rose higher above the decks, watching all the uniformed humans scurrying around and bleating like lambs at the slaughter. Their terror made for a delightful entertainment. A plane tried to take off and he sent it hurtling into the waters below then did the same with a helicopter, just in case they hadn’t got the message. Some other brave and stupid soul had a rocket launcher now, for all the good that did, because the rocket just went spinning away towards the city to collide with the top of a building. The next they tried to send would explode into the side of the helicarrier itself, he hoped they wouldn’t be so foolish as to hurry their own demise. Apparently they were, more’s the pity for them. The explosion ripped a hole in the hull and Magneto hovered, arms crossed now, just waiting- the only thing that stood between these wretched humans and an awful slow death beneath the waters of the bay. They were relatively helpless. Perhaps this would be easier than he'd thought, after all.