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No Good Deed Mods (ngd_mods) wrote in no_good_deed,
@ 2011-01-17 08:03:00

Entry tags:

gambit, incomplete, old pc: magneto, old pc: mystique, old pc: polaris, old pc: shamrock, old pc: threnody, old pc: white queen, rogue, storm, x-23

First Floor/Outside
At two in the morning, all was peaceful on the grounds of the Xavier Institute. Children were snug in their beds, adults had long since turned off their bedside lamps and put books aside; tomorrow was a school day after all. All over the campus, closed circuit security cameras searched for anything out of the ordinary. These cameras were linked to an image recognition software, really high tech stuff. If anything out of the ordinary crossed in front of them, any squirrel too large, and bug too quick, people would know. But the funny thing with technology was that, no matter how smart it go, living beings would always find a way to be smarter.

If anyone were to look at the security footage being automatically logged and archived they would see a peaceful winter night. They wouldn't see the footprints left in the snow by intruders. The gate was untouched, rendering the call box unnecessary. This mixed lot of humans and mutants knew what they were doing. They'd been planning for a long time and this was not going to go wrong. It couldn't.

A teleporter with a wide range and enough power to transport New York City to Hong Kong volunteered quickly. She hated what she'd become when the cure wore off, hated it more than what she was before. Like the other mutants in the varied group, she believed mutants needed to be eradicated, herself included. If Mother Nature had a chance to start over, she'd be sure to do it right this time. Mutants were like the one-legged baby a mother had because genetics got screwed up somewhere. Take care of the problem, and it had less of a chance of it happening again.

The teleporter gathered a small army around her, then they were sinking through the snow covered sidewalk. The floor inside of the mansion opened up and they shot up through it. There was no sound, thanks to a dampener mutant. There was no sound anywhere on the first floor and the group moved and split up. By the front door, a young girl nodded and took her hand away from the wall, away from a security box. It blinked, went crazy, then went completely blank. She informed them they had fifteen minutes before the security system would be back online and all hell would break loose.

The sound dampener crouched to put his hand to the ground. His eyes closed in concentration. Through the vibrations in the building her could hear, without sound, where every person was, where they were going and what they were doing. Weeks of careful training had him attuned to the vibrations of his team. They were the only ones that moved. He looked at a man standing by the teleporter and shook his head. This man nodded before motioning down one side of the mansion, then the other. He held up two fingers, pointed up, then closed a fist in front of his face.

They came spilling from the stairwell like ants, silent and black into the floors above. Humans in dark camo carrying weapons of every different kinds. Mutants with a plethora of abilities, some looking like the humans they fought with, some with noticeable mutations. This was a suicide mission and everyone there knew it. No one was under any allusions of going home when the night was done. They came to die, and to take as many mutants with them as possible. Xavier's was only the first in a long line of targets. How this ended would determine how future missions went.

First Floor
Humans: Undetermined
Mutants: 1. ~~Concussive energy blasts (Male, No Physical Mutation)~~
2. Shifter (F)
3. ~~Doorway portal linker (F, NPM)~~
4. ~~Strength (M, Four arms)~~
5. ~~Electrokinetic (F, Young, NPM)~~

Take note of the powerful mutants outside because if you step one foot out there, they will mess you up.

Outside
Humans: Undetermined
Mutants: 1. ~~Psi-link with physical contact (M, Looks like a walking cornstalk)~~
2. ~~Obese and rubbery (M, Pink hued skin)~~
3. ~~Psychic link to nightmares (M, huge head)~~
4. ~~Empathetic Absorber (M, Clawed fingers)~~
5. Spirit Magic (M, NPM)
6. ~~Superheating touch (F, NPM)~~
7. ~~Turns into mist (M, Cloaked)~~
8. ~~Mind-Clouder (M, NPM)~~

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break_the_veil
2011-01-17 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Molly played with the cigarette that she held between her fingers. It wasn't lit, yet. But even the presence of the stick provided comfort. She was fully awake and in the library, filling out the last of the paperwork she needed to transfer and finish out her Masters in Education. And even if she hadn't been wide awake and still adjusting to time in the states, she wouldn't have slept anyway.

A woman in Colonial dress wailed on and on about her husband and her children to the point where Molly wished she could reach out and strangle the wispy tart. Reasoning with someone this long dead didn't do anything. Higher functions tended to drift away with the years, leaving something that was more of a memory than a literal ghost driven only by whatever it was that bound them so fiercely to this side in the first place.

Stressed, around Molly shadowy, wispy shapes condensed, some of which looked extremely human. The fact she was giving them shape again without the want to do so just irked her more, and increased the effect. There was no fine control anymore. No off-switch. No bloody balance.

With shaking hands she reached for lighter, the voices of the dead getting louder. She didn't think she could wait until she got outside or by an open window for a puff or two. She had seen the post about it, and the thought of another shrink was laughable. They numbered in the dozens over the years, and plenty did indeed have psychic powers and Molly in return had more than her fair amount of training in keeping the damn mind readers out.

She flicked the lighter on, the dead swirling around her some even visible to normal humans with no training at all.

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drinkingdeath
2011-01-17 04:17 pm UTC (link)

Threnody walked the hall from the rec room to the library like a zombie. If she noticed the people in dark camo she made no indication of such and indeed, walked right on past them as if called by a siren's song to the library. The ghosts smelled so good. She felt like she was floating as she walked into the mass.

A gunshot followed and she fell to the floor laughing in sweet, sweet joy at the taste of the dead even as bled out through the hole in her lung. She'd be dead soon, and wouldn't even feel it.

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break_the_veil
2011-01-17 05:14 pm UTC (link)

The first two puffs on the fag were like a small piece of heaven. It was only then that Molly noticed everything was completely quiet. Not the natural sort of quiet that came with the middle of the night, the type of quiet she had learned to enjoy when she could over the years, but unnaturally quiet.

And the dead started screaming a warning and a single shot broke the silence. Mol knew gunshots inside out and upside down, she had grown up in a war zone. Two types of training instantly started working. WHO's and the IRA's. She might've been a teenager for the first, but she had been as indoctrinated in the life style as any adult.

Mol found Threnody easily and the person standing over her had in store for them a fate right from a horror movie, overrun by specters they couldn't fight and couldn't touch as Mol looked the girl over and grimaced.

"I'm sorry," she said simply, propping a sweater under the girl's head to make breathing a bit easier, "Morrigan will receive you," she said, "An' if ya can't find the path, I'll show ya myself." She knew gunshot wounds, and this one was fatal. There wasn't anything to be done, except making sure no one else had this happen to them.

She went over and calmly took the gun from the person screaming as ethreal hands clawed at them. If anyone was trying to take a shot at her they missed. Molly however, did not.

"Danu forgive me," she said coldly, pulling the trigger and then reached out and grabbed, stopping the soul full tilt from crossing over and held on to the screaming essence, "But you're mine now."

None of these people seemed to have any real training, and Molly moved through them like she was shooting fish in a barrel, the dead swirling around, every time she killed she added to her arsenal.

In a way, her Da had always had his wish. When she moved through a place, she moved through it like Death on his pale horse. Just never in the direction he wanted.

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drinkingdeath
2011-01-17 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Threnody could feel herself slipping away. Slipping into the most wonderful warmth and numbing cold. All of it around her as blood bubbled out of her mouth, causing her soft, keening wail to be broken by the garbled gurgles. She was drinking it all in. So much of it...

It was knitting the hole in her chest and she didn't know it. It was reaching out for the dead body and filling it and she didn't know it. Molly had the soul, but Threnody... Threnody had the body and it pushed itself up, moaning her name.

"Threeenodyyy..."

The low voice became the harmony of the girl's death song even as it stood, able to do nothing but repeat her name over and over again. The body moved, sure steps taking it it's creator. It's focus. It's -

"Threeenodyyy"

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break_the_veil
2011-01-17 05:45 pm UTC (link)

Molly whirled around, gun in hand. She knew the person couldn't be up and around, she had killed them quick, putting a bullet right through the heart. The soul was screaming at the violation. She ducked behind a wall in time to avoid a gunshot, the ghosts whirling around her.

Sometimes, the Catholic upbringing won out when it came to her oaths, "Christ Almighty," Mol breathed, "Zombies. I bloody hate zombies," she grumbled.

At least this one appeared to not be out for her. She had more than a few times where they'd been out for her brains. Work for WHO, you'll see everything and then have them turn on you in the end.