Ororo Munroe (ororo) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-12 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, logan / wolverine (616), ororo munroe / storm (616) |
Who: Ororo Munroe (& possibly open to residents of the X-mansion)
When: late night / early morning 13 July 2014
Where: the Danger Room
What: Why beat yourself up over the past when the past can beat you up instead?
Rating: PG-13 for violence
"Ha!" It wasn't a laugh but a bark of exertion as Ororo's hands gripped the harpoon lodged in the compact dirt. She leapt over the crumpled Prism and allowing her momentum a rod to pivot around. There was a satisfying feel of bone crunching under impact as her heavily booted heal slammed into the other mutant's cheek. Scrambler could be far more dangerous if she had any powers to speak of, but he was still best touched through a rubber sole. Ororo let go of the pipe to jump up to a ledge of a sewer drainage pipe. It would be hard to gain footing, and harder yet to keep it, but outnumbered five to one (though it had originally been seven), the height would be the only advantage she could hope for. Ororo landed catlike on the ledge, sending her arms out to balance and brace herself on the narrow walls of the tight tunnel. Just in time too, as a fist with the force of a mack truck slammed into the wall below her and a "C'mon cherie." The one time goddess narrowed her blue eyes at the would-be friend who had unwittingly caused this all. He was holding in one arm the girl who would grow to have her heart torn out by Ororo's hand. He was holding out his other hand to her. "Va t'en." Gambit was a trick, an escape from a fight she couldn't win, and a temptation. But Ororo couldn't take that, because she always had. The Morlocks had been Massacred under New York City because she hadn't been there. It was unlikely she could have changed the outcome, but they had been her responsibility too, not just the X-men. She had let the people of Wakanda down similarly. She wouldn't run from this, even if it was more akin to hunting than any semblance of justice. That ledge--Remy--they were all just that. She'd never been able to take Blockbuster in a fair fight. But the marauders didn't deserve a fair fight. It would perhaps be called slightly rash to take on the marauders with only a knife and a grudge, but anyone who said that was severely underestimating the power of Ororo's grudge. Outside the danger room, the weather in Brooklyn raged like a towering tempest: winds swirled, thunder screamed, and lightning crashed like the Canal did against the streets that lined it. X-men didn't kill, but that mantra was an ideal and one that was a lot less relevant in a world where their leader had killed their mentor. Storm leapt from the ledge on top of Blockbuster, driving her dagger like a piton into his shoulder. As she did, a biometrically charged Harpoon was thrown. It was all she could do not to let go of the knife as the harpoon grazed her exposed bicep, cauterizing itself and damn near taking the arm with it. Arclight let out a dizzying scream as Blockbuster grabbed at the Weather Witch's waist. That was what she had been waiting for. Ororo ducked, allowing the sonic force to hit the gargantuan man full on. She kicked off his chest and rolled to avoid being crushed as he fell unconscious. Three to one and unarmed. Riptide would be nothing if she were allowing herself her powers. Arclight was always a threat, Harpoon was the weak link. It was easy to say think that, but he wasn't wasting time either. She had to keep moving. Riptide called up a gust of wind around him spraying the fetid water across the room as he formed his calcareous blades, tossing them out. Ororo hit the ground to dodge what she could and had to immediately roll towards the group to avoid the next charged harpoon. Ororo rolled up to crouching and shot a leg out, kicking Arclight's out from under her. The mutant fell with a splash and a crack and Ororo was on top of her. Arclight couldn't scream underwater, though the soundwaves caused a rippling as Ororo's hands wrapped around her neck to hold her down. She had to take her out, but as she was, both hands and legs were engaged with Arclight, leaving her exposed for a spear to her back. Her hands slipped as the recoiled from the pain, losing her grasp on the other woman's neck. Arclight sat up with a gasp, and while either Harpoon or Arclight could have gone in for a kill no one did as the two women locked each other's startled gazes. Arclight caught her breath first. She screamed. Ororo felt tearing pains at her back and arms, and the world went fuzzy around the edges and faded. A mechanized voice crept through the pain of defeat (and of course, actual pain). "DANGER ROOM SCENARIO 147A - MARAUDERS NEW YORK SEWERS. INCOMPLETE. RETRY?" Ororo pushed herself off the ground, though stayed on hunched over on her knees as she caught her breath and her sense of equilibrium. It had been a rookie mistake this time, one she wouldn't have made twenty years ago when this fight should have happened. But it always was in this scenario. Ororo was convinced that some form of satisfaction or justice could be found in the self-flagellating visits ot the was working herself beyond sense to exhaustion, but she couldn't shake the dream from her mind. It had been all too real, but then, it always was. The Morlock Massacre had broken her heart in so many ways, and it still had the power to do it again after all these years. But X-men never let guilt go. Ororo pushed herself her feet, and moved for the knife that had fallen several meters away. When she picked it up, she ran a weary hand through her "Re-engage." |