Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-07-10 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, phoenix, wild child |
Who: Wild Child, Phoenix, Mastermind eventually
When: Friday, July 10th, mid-afternoon
Where: Revolve Underground, Blue Block Training Room
What: Phoenix attempts to calm the beast and meets with backlash which results in the destruction of Blue and the majority of Yellow Block.
Warnings: Somewhat gory descriptions, language
Notes: Log Format, not entirely finished but darn close
The snarling, biting, lashing figure made of rage and pain was generally called Kyle Gibney, however this being was currently something far less than human. It had taken four guards to pull the youth off the larger feral, it had been a tag-team effort of six to try and drag the out of control mutant to his cell in Red. Attempting to haul the dangerous beast clean to the other side of the island had quickly pr oven to be a waste of time, so the guards had decided to try and save themselves injuries and hauled that thrashing body to the underground and thrown Gibney into the Blue Training Room. They slammed the door and locked it, quickly sending word to the feral's owner that his property was entirely out of control. From inside, the Wild Child roared, howled and snarled. He attacked the walls with fists, shoulders, feet, claws and teeth. Hurt flooded his entire body, fury filled his mind. he could do nothing but try to run, try to fight, try to share the rage and injury with others in hopes that it might somehow lesson his own. The beast was entirely in control, and he could do nothing to stop it.
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She had been meditating, a gentle calming presence in the center of the chaos that was generally the island. Jean herself was simply relaxed and her mind drifted off to sleep as her body gained it's own awakening in the energetic gathering that meditation always seemed to provide to her. In this state she often spoke with Phoenix, the symbiont who had never quite learned how to share a string of conscious thought. They had been mindful of each other, as they always were, and the inconsistent conversation had hit another lull in which neither one spoke. That was when something other had managed to rip through Jean's mind with a clear message of pain, rage, and a strong desire to damage anything in it's vicinity. It wasn't the reaction that bothered her, the general wish to kill was something the island had and would continue to see for years on end until it no longer stood. No, the confusing portion of the feeling was who she immediately realized it was coming from. Kyle Gibney. Feral mutant, turned wild beast, and then finally turned almost human at the hands of an owner who could actually care for the poor creature. Jean had been glad to never have to fight him in the pits during her days, and in some manner his changes had almost created a soft spot for the younger mutant. This new phase of his actions was not consistent to what she knew of him and it gave her reason to raise her eyebrow. Even this deep in meditation she could be pulled back by the island's needs. Something is wrong with the boy. Phoenix stated rather simply. The Divine Creature's reaction to the world was usually indifference for all but her own adopted daughter, this new stirring only fueled Jean's worry. "I'm sure he's going to be okay." Though her words sounded less than assuring, even within her own mind as they were now. Another long string of emotional disharmony rippled through the island's energy field, a sense of destruction so strong that it broke all form of current focus and concentration. Jean groaned as her internal struggle was once again decided for her. Phoenix shifted into action. We must go to him. I will fix it. This is unnecessary. Against her better judgment, as all of the Firebirds actions were, Jean rose and decided to seek out the sense of terrible rage and pain. Something was going on.
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Gibney had attacked the walls to the point to where his hands were bleeding, claws dulled and cracked in places, and still there was no sign of the attacks stopping. His lungs strained for air as he continued his assault. Two guards stood nervously outside the door as the female mutant approached, they exchanging nervous glances. They had not wanted to let anyone in, but this woman was a block owner, even if she was a mutant. What was she doing here? The room all but shivered as the blonde feral caged away erupted in a roar, a thud following shortly after as he flung his entire body into the door. He was attempting to break out, he needed to run, to move, to attack something, other than these cold, unfeeling walls.
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Phoenix walked, no floated, across the floor, her feet never really touched, making her tall height even more of a problem in the cramped spaces. She didn't talk. She didn't need to. The guards moved aside, melting away from her in an attempt to seek out a safer corner of the island to watch a mutant bloody himself in. The atoms of the doorway parted for her and she moved forward through them as she felt necessary. It was now just the two of them. Blood pooled where it was dropped from the slightly broken body of the blond feral before her. "You hurt yourself in a useless attempt at freedom." Her address towards him was less than a positive statement, but Phoenix wasn't the most social creature to grace the realms. "This is madness. Why do you continue?" Her eyes focused on his, clear and almost gentle as her feet touched down and she stepped onto the floor. The boy's actions confused her and she was expecting that by being more like him she may gleam some important information, and thus she settled on standing instead of hovering. Perhaps the wild child would react positively to her slightly smaller appearance.
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Sadly, Kyle Gibney was no longer in control. When the beast inside took over, when he went feral, he was simply no longer able to think, much less control himself. The feral picked himself up off the floor, crouched low, like an animal, growling lowly as he glared up at the female. Those eyes were entirely gold, his face contorted into a snarling mask of hate and rage. Sharp fangs showed beneath his lips. He roared and flung his lean body at the redhead, claws swiping at her blindly, jaws opening as his teeth aimed at her throat. There was no reason, there was no shame or logic or compassion, there was only desire to cause pain, to rend flesh, to taste blood.
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She had expected this and simply took his fragile form and held him there, suspended in mid-leap. There was no reason to allow him to hurt her, nor a reason to react in kind. The boy inside needed to tame the beast outside before he could make sense of the world around him, or of her questions enough to answer. He needed assistance, he needed a guide, and she was the only one who could tap into his mind enough to lend him that helping hand. Phoenix stepped back to Jean. This was her area, compassion, a willing desire to assist, this was where the human within the woman should take control to prevent either of them from harming the mind they would soon be entering. Jean sighed internally, moving a bit forward, mentally standing next to the other encased in flame and smiled softly. What a daunting thing to be staring down at, the eyes of the Phoenix with the slight smile of Jean, both focused directly on the snarling mutt clearly in their unified mental grasp. There was a gentle easing around the whelp's barriers and then the entire mind was eased open to explore. Like a jungle expedition, the separate women decided to move into the previously unvisited territory without comment or discussion. They knew what they were doing, and the male they now controlled wouldn't have understood enough to argue to being with. Now was time for action, and action was the next move. Without warning a sudden backlash as the woman sought out the reason within the chaos and the stronger of the two took the hit over and over as if the boy himself had been launching attacks one after another.
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The boy did look as different physically as he was mentally. True the fur had all fallen off, but his body was deformed, looking more bestial. The mutation spike had caused his body to shift and change, bones and muscle had reformed, leaving his feet elongated, the skin torn and bleeding where the most dramatic change had occurred. He fought as much as he could as he found himself hanging in the air. Snarls of frustration and rage rumbled deeply in him, though the thrashing slowly began to decrease. The fury was ebbing, slowly and carefully, his mind was still scattered and torn, the pain and rage were decreasing as logical thought became possible. A thin whimper of pain left him as he curled into himself, letting the unstable emotions be drained from him, though the core of it, the heart of the feral fury, he clung tightly to, buried deeply within himself, attempted to shield the aiding forces from the power of it.
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Jean felt it start to receded slowly, moving away from the surface like an ebb in tide waters. Feeling them wash away from her was interesting knowing how deep in the boy's mind she had settled to attempt to assist the changes. It started to feel better and she started to move out before Phoenix noticed the guarded center. An abrupt action shifted suddenly, and Phoenix was pushing Jean towards the source at the boy's center. Without affection that, he would never be rid of the true issue. Seek and affect was the idea, but Jean seemed resistant. There was a small scuffle for control a moment before Phoenix finally won. Another mental push and Jean was forced towards the guarded center of Kyle's mind. She barreled into it, feeling it throw her back away from it with a forced purpose and it's entire mass of raw emotion slammed into Phoenix. That was when Jean blacked out. That was when Phoenix fully awoke.
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Kyle had almost completely calmed when he felt the collision with the heart of the beast. His body twisted, chest arching forward, head tossing back as a roar ripped from his chest. Pain. Fury. Rage. Hate. Isolation. Rejection. Fear. It all shot out all at once, unguarded, raw, intense, overwhelming. The beast had no filter, no logic or reason, the emotions just hit like a tidal wave. Gibney still clutched at it, still held to a small, jagged corner of the Beast, but he felt the rest ripped from him, pulled into the two women made one. Kyle suddenly found himself awake and himself, exhausted and feeling battered. "Fuuuuck..." he moaned thinly, thick brows knitting up. "Whut... 'appened..?" he muttered through this hazy mind.
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That was the moment when it all stopped. The careful tendency to see to the smaller creatures, the avoidance of breaking the barriers and attempting to allow them to fix their problems. Everything suddenly all seemed too much. Far too much. This was a lie. Vengeful, useless, needless LIE. The rage rolled into the Great Firebird, it's human mask falling away in pieces as she half tossed, half pushed the feral still within her mental grasp as far away from her as she could. There was still some shred of logic in her at the moment. The sensation of the ceiling suddenly getting too short brought her attention away from the bleeding whelp before anything else hit her. The smell of the blood was next, then the need for space, open air, and oxygen filling her lungs followed quickly. Too fast, all of it much too fast to deal with or handle. The Bird of Passion took the raw emotion from the boy and it fueled her like gasoline to a jetliner. As if something had been set off immediately, there was a suddenly absence of noise, then a rush of explosion. All at once, without warning, the entire room seemed to expand, the rock breaking, the particle wave hitting the building around them with enough force to send the people within it flying in all directions. Glass shattered, items busted, bricks crumbled, and the related rooms were crushed under the need and absolute desire for freedom. "GET. OUT. OF. MY. WAY." Suddenly, nothing was enough. The collar necklace that had once adorned her neck fell to the earth, it's electronic workings sizzled out before it hit the ground. Not but moments later, Jason Wyngarde attempted to move into the room through the door that had been blasted off it's hinges and separated into a million particles to begin swirling around the room. He was not ready for the sight that meet him when he leveled his eyes into the brilliant flash of fire-born light in the chaotic center.
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Kyle could hardly think, hardly wrap his mind around what had happened, all he knew was that his body ached, his skin was sizzling in his own ears and he could not open his eyes for the blinding, white hot light around him. He shuddered under the heat, pressing his body as far into the corner as he could in an attempt to escape the heat and light. Another moment and it was all gone, the Fire Bird having spread its wings and flown away, through the ceiling and the Blocks above, leaving sunlight filtering slowly through smoke and dust. Slowly Gibney pulled himself up onto palms and knees, groaning thickly. His skin was blistered in burns from the heat of the telepath, the skin on his legs was still torn, though the bleeding had mostly stopped. He had a gut wound from the larger feral's claws, and a bruise was spreading across his cheek from where he had been slammed into the wall.
Slowly, he dragged his head off the ground and squinted through long hair. That scent... he knew that scent. "J--Jason..!" He cried hoarsely. The building was creaking and getting ready to give way around them, he could hear it. He could feel it. Small bits of wall were already falling in on them, slowly now but it would not be that way for long. "Jason!' He called again, hauling himself up into a crouch as he bounded across the scalded floor towards the tall gentleman. "We gotta get outta 'ere!" His voice was thin and growling, still laced with pain as he grabbed the taller to his body before hauling that long, thin form over his shoulder.
"Why th' 'ell'd ya--" He began to speak in low grunts as he jumped teen feet into the air, grabbing a hold of a crumbling wall, "Come down 'ere when--" another jump and he had cleared the hole in the ceiling, "'is whole place 's fallin' 'part like 'is an'--" Kyle set Jason down, huffing and groaning in pain as he blinked, a terrifyingly familiar scent... gunpowder. Blue eyes shot around as his body tensed solid, he throwing his lean form protectively before Jason. The destruction had drawn the attention of quite a few guards, who were apparently ready to blame Kyle and Jason for the destruction. They were in formation with guns drawn. Gibs was unsure if they were loaded with real bullets or some kind of plastic riot controlled ammunition, but he had no intention of letting them find out on Jason. He snarled lowly, eyes narrowing as his burnt and bleeding body stood as a human shield before Jason, the sounds of fires, alarms and crumbling building material echoing behind him.