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Post by Midnight on Nov 29, 2005 15:54:31 GMT -5
X23 had looked up into Famine's glowing white eyes and she had almost felt like he had actually seen her, but the sense was fleeting. Her wounds had healed, but there was still blood dripping down her, soaking into her course canvas clothes. She stood, feeling the sting of the acid rain hitting her skin, but her healing factor closed the wounds as they emerged, just light skin wounds. She saw Weaver putting a tornado around the man, causing his black hair to fly about. "No," she whispered.
X23 started walking forward again. She didn't want Weaver to kill him, she wanted to do it herself. He was no longer Alex, he was an empty shell that looked like Alex, and she wanted to end it herself. Claws out, she leaped into the whirlwind, ready to rip the man to shreds for impersonating Negate.
"Yeah, I thought you cared once, but you put an end to that," Chase replied with a weak laugh. Looking at her, he saw the blood dripping down her shirt. "You gonna be ok?"
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Post by Health on Nov 29, 2005 15:56:09 GMT -5
Magzie sighed, "I've made mistakes," said sadly, "I'm just tired of it all, fighting, taking orders, going here and there. Aren't you?"
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Post by Midnight on Nov 29, 2005 16:03:48 GMT -5
"I'm not going to give up fighting in favor of dying. As long as we are fighting, we live. Isn't that what we said when we joined? The world hating us, being separated, being changed, it was all worth it if we lived." Orion struggled to sit up, the acid rain not affecting either of them as horsemen. His wound was far from healed, but he could take it like a normal man took a bullet to the arm. It wasn't deadly. Ripping off a shred from his trench coat, he tied it almost tenderly around Magzie's middle. "No more treasonous talk. Our ticket to life wouldn't be all too pleased if he heard that stuff."
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Nov 29, 2005 17:16:35 GMT -5
Famine stood still as the wind from Iris staff howled around him. Famine cant be stop, it lives in the world, under the finger nails of the more wealthy. His hair blow and spin in the force of the wind swirling about his heartless body. his toxic voice spilled form the twister, his mist filled the once pure air. A figure pierced the high winds, and flew straight at him. When Alex became Famine his powers where changed so that he was always in his negated form, he had an endless amount of negative energy. He no longer had a limit to how far he could push himself, no broader to his rage. As the figure became more clear he could see those eyes again, < What is it about those eyes> he whispered in his head. As the Figure lunged at him, her claws pointed at his black heart. He stood silent and stay as she forced her body into his path. He gripped her hands with a quick flick of his wrists focusing her to feel little to no pain. Famine just stared at her frozen state, saying nothing as the wind twisted around the two. He gazed at her as if he was recognizing her, as if he remembered her. He smelt her hair, the smell of her raced through his cold body. Her skin fulled with warmth and life pleased him. " I'm thirsty " was all you whispered in her right ear as he lend into her body. Her eyes shined even in the darkness that Famine had casted onto the dying world. He slowly backed up from their pressed together bodies and looked at her just like Alex had. His eyes not filled with rage but with passion,he lift his gaze on her last till she got a good look at him. He then bend forward again and placed his dry lips on her wet youthful red mouth. The kiss was long and deep, his eyes closed and they shared a normal harmless sign of love. he dropped her arms and keep kissing her, he wasn't harming her, for a moment he was Alex again, and not Famine.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 29, 2005 19:03:36 GMT -5
Pestilence stood still as Eliza sent bolts of silver light bashed and cut into Pestilence's flesh. After a brief second of this Pestilence skin let out wuffed puff of black smoke as his skin repaired as the smoke faded. Pestilence changed into his none corporeal state of darkness. Now the force blast of light passed through him until his tendril reached down and started to drain the energy from her blast as she shot it at him. It was an unpleasant feeling but Pestilence had endured much worse. More tendril reach for the the energy being lashed at him and some went for the source. As she drew life energy from some external source into herself. This made her very appealing to Pestilence who alway hungered for more. He had feed off an entire squad of mutants and men who did not feed him as much energy as she had shot at him.
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Post by Nightshadow on Nov 29, 2005 19:36:38 GMT -5
Hannah growled, slicing her blade at the oncoming attackers, even though two of them were her own men. She grinned, eyes flashing with violent energy. After beheading another man she looked around and cursed when she realized she had lost Magzie. "Damn!" She swore.
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Post by Health on Nov 29, 2005 22:48:02 GMT -5
Eliza continued her attack of energy in hope that she could overcharge this guy, like a battery. If not she had another option but the danger was frightening.
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Post by Health on Nov 29, 2005 22:49:04 GMT -5
"Depends maybe I want him to hear it," Magzie said darkly standing up, "Maybe I'm fighting on the wrong side?"
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Post by Midnight on Nov 30, 2005 0:16:21 GMT -5
X23 was stopped in her mad assult on Negate, and watched him look her over, staring into her green eyes. Would she die now? Now that she was next to him, and his scent, mixed with death, filled her nose, she didn't think she could do it. He looked so much like Negate... But to her surprise, and relief, he leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, something so Alex, and not Famine. And then he kissed her, long and deep. She could feel his cold skin warming again, his dry lips moistening. Alex... She lifted a hand to hold it to the side of his face, to feel him, to know it was him.
"Magzie," Orion said, using her name instead of a pet name like 'hon' or 'babe' for once. "You can't do this. The rebels, they have no chance," he said, trying to convince her, and himself, that it was a bad move. He could see Famine kissing the headstrong girl who had gotten in his way, and wondered if he were turning as well. "Apocolypse is the one with the power, and there is where you have always gone, to the power." Orion was here for the power as well, or at least that was what he said. He was partly here for Magzie. "Don't kill yourself for some mistaken hope in freedom."
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Post by Health on Nov 30, 2005 8:19:48 GMT -5
"Right," Magzie sighed getting up her stomach wound healed, "Thanks Chase," she said to him and kissed him on the cheek before flying off to take care of some rebels.
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Post by Midnight on Nov 30, 2005 11:35:09 GMT -5
Orion stared after her for a moment, then let out a burst of energy that had been pent up inside of him. Electricity crackled in the air, and several nearby corpses caught on fire. Two people near him dropped dead. Shaking his head at the weakness, he went to take down more rebels. What Magzie had said still rang in his mind. Looking at the mutants and even the few humans who had come to fight them, even to the death, he wondered if it were worth it. No. He shook his head again to clear it. He didn't owe them anything, humans and mutants alike had made it clear that he wasn't wanted in their world. Now they weren't wanted in his either.
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Post by Eirik on Nov 30, 2005 11:55:38 GMT -5
Pestilence continued to absorb her energy moving closer to Eliza he would need direct contact with to feed off of her with much more efficient but Health made it easy by not trying to dodge his attacks. Pestilence's tendrils formed around the beam as the ones he sent at her reached her quickly. They wrapped around her as she did not move others plain old stabbed into her. Once he had her he lifted her up into the air and turned her so she was facing the sky so that she would not shoot at him anymore. It was pointless to try and drain the force blast if he could drain from the source. Then just like that Pestilence began feed off of Healths. It was in a very painful experience now that Apocalypse had altered him. Pestilence fought the rest of the battle field it did not matter with the amount of energy flowing into him from Eliza they could not hurt him. The darkness around Pestilence grew deeper and it became a jet blackness that seemed no light could pierce and continue to grow encompassing more and more around him.
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Post by raphael on Nov 30, 2005 14:46:16 GMT -5
Raphael stepped out of the Portal behind Apocolypse. He was younger, more youthfull. He wore only a pair of canvas pants and his combat boots. His head had remained shaven, but all of his tattoos and scars had been removed. Instead Raphael wore an actual black set of laurels about his head and had an Iron cross on a thick chain about his neck. He had been transfigured by Apocolypse, made to be greater, made to be mutant. He now stood a full ten and half feet tall, and was blukier, looked to be roughly twice the size of a normal man. He had been gifted with redundant organs, an altered endo skeleton, made of a dense metal. His musculature had been replaced by a material called myomer, and with the current bulk of his body, he would have been a couple hundred times stronger, and faster than a normal person, though his agility remained about the same. He look young again, as if it were his first time to battle, all except for the pair of parallel scars on the back of his left hand. Raphael also went by another name now, He had taken the title Pravus to be his only name. He had broken in that prison, but it was for a different reason. He had retained something, not much, but something. Pravus put a hand on the shoulder of Apocolypse, "My master, what would you command of me." Pravus stood tall and menacing, even in the light here he appeared as a statue, his skin greyed and his features chisled.
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Post by Nightshadow on Nov 30, 2005 16:02:32 GMT -5
Hannah let out a roar of rage before started to change. She started growing to massive size, her skin becoming dark red and scaly, toughening to the point where it was like steel armor. She became a dragon, towering over friend and foe, blasting fire at the enemy and baring her huge fangs. She was roughly eighty meters tall and clearly visible to everyone.
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Post by Health on Nov 30, 2005 17:32:19 GMT -5
Eliza screamed at the tentacles wrapped around her and began draining her energy. But at the same time her healing factor continued to heal her over and over again. That is until she used her healing powers on Pestilance, it was the only thing she could think of doing, "Be healed, of the evil you are!" she screamed her aura flaring up twice as bright.
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Post by Health on Nov 30, 2005 17:34:47 GMT -5
Iris saw the portal open and raised her staff to close it on whoever came from the other end. But froze with her mouth open at the person who came through, but it couldn't be she was told that he died in a mission, "Raphael," Iris whispered, not noticing when out of nowhere plasma blast, it knocked her off her broom and she fell to the ground, unhurt, thankfully.
She stood up and stared at the person she once loved, wondering what had happened.
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Post by Nightshadow on Nov 30, 2005 17:41:24 GMT -5
The huge dragon roared, it's eyes searching for Magzie. They had a fight to finish.
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Post by raphael on Nov 30, 2005 19:02:40 GMT -5
Pravus stood cold and hard against the scenery, surveying the location he might best be needed. Apocolypse pointed to the western line, the line being held by Klassic's own soldiers. Pravus nodded. "Go forth Pravus, fulfill the destiny tied so closely to thy name" apocolypse spoke in that raspy deep booming voice of his. Pravus said nothing, only went about his task. Klassic had trained his soldiers well, but they had never been a match for Pravus in his hay day, and now that he had been gifted a god, it would be more difficult to even hurt the beast of a man. He paused only once in the carnage he had wrought on the poor vanguard, stopped only to glance as Iris, and at x23, and at all of the others he had seen and known and interacted with in a previous life. However the short revile was not enough to falter his work. However the line never fell, a sniper on the far side of the battle had taken up Klassic's rifle and put a shot right through Pravus' left shoulder, right about where his heart should have been. But he had two now, and was not worried about the loss of the first. His attention however was turned back to his master, some rebels had broken the line and were manacing towards his lord. Pravus ran full sprint covering the distance in what appeared to be a flash. He hoisted the last of the rebels high before pulling his left arm off and running the poor man through on it. He was in his element, pure and unadulterated violence. However he was shocked back into a recollection as he saw the faces of his friends and then gazed down at the scar on his left hand.
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Post by Health on Nov 30, 2005 19:09:01 GMT -5
"Raphael!" Iris screamed as she watched him take a shot to the shoulder but took a step back in surpise as he kept going, only to run a man through, "No, please, no," she cried dropping to her knees as blood covered Raphael's hands. He was a killer, she had come to terms with that, but now, now, the lust in his eyes for blood, it frightened her.
Iris's eyes grew dark as her eyes focused on Apocalypse. She filled with rage at what he had done to Raphael and stood up. Her staff in her hand she began to calmly walk up to Apocalypse, her magic stopping any attackers from getting in her way. As she neared she began whispering the old language under her breath as her staff began to glow.
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Post by raphael on Nov 30, 2005 19:17:21 GMT -5
Pravus had been standing near Apocolypse, he was cold to the world, he acted with precision not emotion. However when he saw the look on Iris' face as well as the faces of those around him, he suddenly remembered why he had kept that scar, to remind him of who he was, to let his deamons find him and force him to remember his place. Pravus twisted hard at the waist, still using his techniques to hide the attack until it had been too late. He rocketed his fist into the stomach of Apocolypse, it had probably not hurt him, but it would draw his attention. Pravus looked into the eyes of the man he had been forced to call master, "you never did question why I kept that scar...I am my own man now beast. Fight me" Pravus had screamed. He was skilled, and even though Apocolypse was older and more powerful, he was always one step behind. Pravus knew well how to read attacks and parries. He could keep the beast occupied...
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