Ironclad
Corsairs
Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 7, 2010 19:19:33 GMT -5
"And none of that junk about how we shouldn'ta got you anything, you guys put up with a lot this weekend for us, so take it as compensation and the thought that we kinda like ya both even if you're both kinda ridiculous," Mason added with a smirk, putting an arm around Tracy at that. He picked up the smoke pellets for Aideen and the leg harness since he knew her and her crazy ninja stuff. Plus smoke pellets would come in handy for her, of that he was sure. Tracy was the one that said to get her a math book as well, and they had to ask the guy at the book store what was the most advanced mathematics book they had. He figured it would keep her busy for at least two months.
Tracy was the one that came up with what to get Logan, as they had no idea what the guy liked other than cigars, beer, a good fight, and Aideen. Whatever she thought was best he trusted, so that's how Logan ended up with the cigar cutter. He wanted them both to get that the hard stuff they faced this weekend wasn't unnoticed and really Mason did appreciate the vacation from school and getting to see Boston.
He watched them open their gifts and turned to smirk at Tracy. "We were never as bad as those two were we?" He glanced between Tracy and the couple, glancing between them both and taking the glares he got in stride. "Oh come on, you're both happy, it's a good thing, I ain't ever seen either of you like that, but that don't mean I'm not gonna bust your chops about it when I get the chance," Mason said smirking at them both, letting them no it was in fact all in good fun.
At that moment though, a new group came into the little shack of a pub. Sure people have been coming in and out the whole time they sat there, but this was a group of guys that looked as out of place as they did. They must have been bikers though, cause they all kept their helmets on and went right to sit at the bar, talking to each other. Mason's stared at them suspiciously and glanced at the others. "I didn't realize this was such a popular road stop." He kept an eye on them as he watched the two across from him open their gifts.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 9, 2010 23:46:25 GMT -5
Pausing from unwrapping his gift, Logan's eyes flicked around the table at his fellow mutants. He could hear the group as they entered. The way their hearts were beating let him know for sure something was going down, but when- now that was the question. "Good instincts," he whispered to his friends as he saw they had all registered the new arrivals and each in their own way took stock of the threat level "get ready cause I think I know this lot from somewhere." They smelled familiar to him.
When Logan said he knew someone from somewhere it was usually not a good thing.
His heart sank a little at the damper that just got put on their last bit of weekend. He had truly wanted to enjoy opening his present. He very rarely got gifts and even though he was hard to buy for since he really didn't want or need anything, he appreciated the effort Tracy and Mason must have gone through for him. Plus he was curious what it could be because it felt heavy for it's size. He forced himself to try not to guess, ignoring what things he knew it could be for the hope of surprise, but the gloom of what was impending hovered over his joy.
Deciding to proceed he chuckled a gruff chortle and looked back down to his gift, tearing into the paper. "Oh, hey. Heh heh, thank you both." He smiled a genuine smile back up at Mason and his girl, then looked over to his own lady to hold out what was given to him. Flipping it over and sliding his thumb and finger into the slots where they went he played with the cutter's action for a second until he noticed that it was engraved. "Niice, you got it engraved.. 'We came, we saw, we conquered'.. yeah we sure did that to that little town." He grinned, despite himself. "This is really great, I will use the hell out of it and think of this trip every time I do."
He would probably be using it still when the three of them sitting with him were long gone from this world. His was the curse to remain.
He felt the heavy stares of the thugs milling about them and left the gang to pass on by without making eye contact with a single one of them as they headed to the bar. It was pretty clear they were waiting for more of their friends to show up, so Logan figured why start things early, he could wait too. Looking to Aideen and her box with the ribbon he asked "So, what'd they get you Angel Eyes?"
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Post by Ember on Jun 13, 2010 18:54:53 GMT -5
Elegant slender fingers took apart the wrapping with quick precision and neatness that could only be accomplished by someone that was able to do it innately. "A knife harness... wrapped around a book," Aideen answered softly, her large dark eyes studying the gift carefully. She placed the wrapping paper aside and unstrapped the knife harness from around the book, her face scrunching up slightly in confusion as she felt something inside the knife holder. "And..." Her fingers deftly pulled out a small pouch, a slight smirk coming on her face after she pulled on the string that held the pouch closed. "Very nice. I can use these," Aideen said looking at Mason at this point since he knew she had wanted more of these.
Slipping her jacket on again, she moved the smoke pellets into a special pocket she had sewn into the inside of her sleeve. Fastening the knife harness around her thigh carefully, the black leather straps fitting snuggly around the stretched black leather of her pants. Aideen reached into the inside of her jacket and pulled out one of her favorite knives, slipping into the harness. Once it was secure, she was able to get her first look at the book that had the most interesting wrapping she'd ever encountered. A soft smile came across her face when she saw it was indeed something that she knew they had to think on. "Thank you. I may be absent the next couple of days trying to figure this out," she said looking up at them with a thankful smile.
Aideen stood up and gathered the large book in her hand. "I'm going to put this back in the car, and then we can enjoy our drinks," she said casually, looking over at the group by the bar. "I'll be back in a minute." She squeezed Logan's thigh and walked toward the door, hearing the scarping of chairs and the footfalls following her has she left the bar to put her book away.
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HeartString
Corsairs
Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jun 17, 2010 0:28:06 GMT -5
"Uh, whu? Where's she going?" Tracy looked between the two men she was with as Aideen stood and walked from the table. "Mason? I thought you locked the car." Her face showed her confusion and concern. "Why's she..?" She let her power tell her what she needed to know about Aideen's emotional state. Is that embarrassment? No, it couldn't be but that seemed to be it, mixed with some anxiety, possibly from Logan's words about the gathering group of bikers.
"May I?" She smiled at Mason as she leaned over to slide her hand along the tabletop and grab his keys. "Wont be a minute, and don't worry I know about the poison gas and the automatic electrocution thingy" she kidded him. He was ever so cautious about anyone messing with his vehicle, so she was sure to wait for that look of acquiescence in his eyes before she picked up his car keys and stood up with a grin.
Straightening her skirt and shaking her hair out a bit she turned to follow after her friend and team mate who was approaching the door. She hadn't noticed what was happening behind her as she had been too focused on Aideen's emotions to feel it until just then, but the group from the bar had suddenly closed the distance to their table while several of them had followed Ember, a sense of empowerment coming over them. Suddenly alone yet surrounded she found herself standing in the middle of them all.
Just then the bell over the glass and metal front door made it's twinkling sound and Tracy saw what had given the group at the bar their courage. A large group of persons that looked like they were the other half of the group that stood all around her. The first one through the door almost let Aideen past, feigning to be a gentleman, but then Tracy felt a note of recognition from him as she saw the guy grab Aideen's shoulder to spin her around.
"Bonus me boyos! We found de guy dat took O'Leary's bike AND da bitch Cliona dropped us a bankroll for. Oh HELL YAH, Dis one's head gets us Ferrty G's on toppa de Ten up front." A sudden flurry of grubby thick pawed hands reached out from the mass of men that had just strolled in, grabbing Aideen and pulling her into itself. Oh NO! Not again Tracy thought as time seemed to stretch out and her training took over. Trusting her sense of who was feeling what emotion to help her react to the most immediate of threats, and her Olympic level gymnastic style of fighting to keep her safe as she kicked ass with the best of them, she was not about to break a nail... not again.
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Post by Ember on Jun 17, 2010 6:11:02 GMT -5
There are many truly fitting words that could be used to describe the exotic firebender. She could be called calm and collected, as she rarely allowed herself to be sincerely rattled or frightened, she could be called slick, for the fact that she had opening Mason's car without keys was child's play for her, and she could also be called quiet, as not once did she say a single word when the swine dared grab her. Of all words that could be used to describe Aideen, helpless was certainly not one of them.
At the feel of someone so much as touching her, it took Aideen a millisecond to react. The man that grabbed her was met with a well placed elbow to the neck, not in a fatal spot, but right where it would make breathing extremely difficult. Her mind went devoid of all emotion and personal thought, as it always did whenever she was engaged in fighting, be it a mission or warding off a threat. In a blur of movements that held the grace of a smooth Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant performed by the most delicate of dancers, the unfortunate soul that dared grab her howled in pain as his thumb was snapped back cleanly, breaking the bone in a most painful place indeed. Two surrounding men had their heads met in a violent collide so quick that one couldn't even see it coming had they been looking.
The book in her hand had been tossed across the room on top of a table just seconds afters she was grabbed giving her two free hands, one hand now wrapped around the knife she had securely strapped to her leg by the new harness just moments ago. Her back to the wall, dark emotionless eyes glinted dangerous at the remaining men that surrounded her. "Move, or die," Aideen said in a cool and calm voice. No words were wasted from her lips as she remained ready to strike at the slightest of movements.
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Ironclad
Corsairs
Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 19, 2010 16:30:47 GMT -5
It seemed like from all corners of the run down pub echoed with the sounds of multiple guns being drawn. Some of the old fishermen, weathered and worn by all they had seen in the world, stood as well not looking happy in the least. "We don't take that kinda behavior in here," one of the older men shouted angrily, holding his own pistol. "Ya'll wanna fight, take it outside an' don't disturb others," another yelled at the group. All the men here worked hard all week to earn their living, and none were keen on having their one day of relaxation ruined by some folks from out of town. "You folks ain't welcome here!" A chorus of agreements rose from the folks, and many looked like they were ready to enforce that idea by force.
Meanwhile Mason had both guns out and pointed at the group of men surrounding Tracy. Not that he wasn't looking out for Aideen, but she could clearly take care of herself and it seemed like some of the group saw that as well since they backed off from her. "No one is moving anywhere unless I got those two right here," he snarled, cocking the guns with his finger ready to pull the trigger. "Who the hell do you guys think you are? *$&% that I don't give a damn, but I'm tired of your petty tough shit. Touch them, get shot, it's that simple. You wanna risk having more bodies to bring back that's on you, but try and touch either of the girls, and I'm shootin'." Mason ignored the roars of protests from the sailors, dark hazel eyes focused on the group.
They looked just like they belonged in the Factory back in South Boston, but that didn't bother him. It was the things he heard them say while grabbing Aideen that got his mind reeling. He had no idea who took who's bike, but that there was money put for Aideen's skin meant a bad bad thing. Mason's fast reflexes kicked in the second he saw a guy grab for Tracy, making him pull the trigger, a loud bang echoing through the shack. And so it came that chaos ensued as Mason was not the only one that started making a move to fight. Here we go again.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 19, 2010 23:02:37 GMT -5
Logan hated Cyclops. There was no secret about that, you didn't need to have Tracy's power to see it or feel it when the two of them were in a room together for longer than a few minutes. Even through all of the history they had together though there was something, call it a note of respect if you will, that Wolverine had for Scott, and right then.. at that moment, he found himself thankful that his fellow mutants, his friends, were trained well by that one eyed son of a b!tch.
Popping a single claw from his right hand he sliced the spindle in the center of the table, turning it into the biggest wooden replica of Captain America's shield that ever was and standing up swung it round to release it as he called out "Hawk-5!" It was Scott's code to hit the deck for his optic blast. Logan figured it would get their attention as he let fly with the tabletop aiming to level the group rushing Tracy and bounce it back into the group of young guys playing pool who suddenly felt like flexing their beer muscles and decided to get involved.
With a 'SnAKT' he retracted his claw as he released the tabletop and leapt at the nearest group of bikers. Trusting the added mass of his adamantium laced skeleton to make him more than what they expected to catch, he was not disappointed, and onto a heap of crunching bodies he landed. His fists more than enough to make short work of the few men who were tough enough not to snap under his weight. Again and again he pounded flesh until nothing around him moved. Then as if rising from a tomb he stood fists dripping.. and all eyes fell on him.
The bartender, double barrel shotgun in hand, didn't waste another second. BLA-BLAM Both barrels unloaded their slugs with deadly accuracy. Two shots, center mast in his gut. Gore blowing out the back of him painted the wall. For a second he looked like it didn't faze him, then he staggered back a half step, no.. more, and went weak in the knees.
Looking like he would drop any second there seemed to be a pause as half the room held it's collective breath in hopes he was dead while the rest in anticipation of his response knowing one as ornery and weathered wouldn't go out without a last word or two.. and then there were the three. They who knew who he was and what he was and for whom he was playing up the moment, a look on his face, to give them time. Time to get ready to do what they did best.
"O'Leary" he coughed out the name with a spray of blood "scratched .. the .. eightball." He dropped to his knees clutching his stomach. He let himself fall forward thinking how stupid he was to forget the bartender. Damn, I really liked this jacket- AAand this bar, that's why I didn't want to mess up that bartender or his place, but shit that was stupid. He listened then, the first movement he heard was where he would strike, claws out and the Corsairs all knew it- or they should if they knew him and the look he'd had on his face as he went down telling them his intention.
A long second passed... Then he heard it, a single boot scraped just ever so on the new hardwood floor.
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Post by Ember on Jun 21, 2010 14:51:59 GMT -5
The only thing heard a second later was the agonizing cry of the unsuspecting fool that was stupid enough to come close enough to Wolverine to check to see if he was indeed brought down by a couple of bullets shot by the bartender, who now hung limp against the wall held up by the knife through his neck. The tip went clean through his neck and embedded itself deep in the wall behind him, sent flying by a furious firebender just seconds after Wolverine was shot. Aideen learned a new weakness not long ago, and it was indeed a very dangerous one, as all more irrational weaknesses tend to be. She had a hard time thinking, let alone seeing Logan hurt or injured in any way and form. Though she was more than aware that nothing could hurt him permanently, at the immediate moment it did nothing to ease her mind and the sick feeling that bubbled up inside her every time she saw it, or should the thought cross her mind. It was a weakness she had to somehow overcome in her mind, and as disciplined a mind she had and as disciplined as she was on a whole, this would be no easy feat for her to overcome. The situation she found herself in at that moment was not a time to dwell on such things, and her infallible discipline would not allow her to had she wanted. The agile and graceful movements made between the men proved to be more of a defense than anything else, especially with all of them focused on Wolverine going berserk. It was child's play for her to move through the awkward and clumsy movements of the men as they tried to dodge or get a hit in. Imagine her surprise when Aideen found herself grabbed from behind around the neck and dragged outside through the busted open door. What the...? The second she got over her surprise, her legs swung around and behind her assailant's waist, her limber body breaking the hold and her heel hitting the person's back. In a neat flip, she rolled on the ground and came right up to her feet. In front of her, stood a tall lean man, covered in voodoo tattoos and piercings, grinning dangerously at her. "You know it took that little redhead all her savings to pay me to get rid of you. You pissed her off something good, that I'll say," he said in a heavy Haitian accent. The knife that laid hidden in the sleeve of her jacket slid easily into the palm of her hand, dangerously sharp blade moving against the hot fingers with practiced ease as her hand molded around the handle, holding it just right as she circled her newfound opponent. Oh he was no amateur, that was for sure, and her dark eyes were focused on his every move. Should one glimpse into the mind of the trained young women in a fight, they'd be able to compare the process to how a computer works: devoid of all personal information and focused solely on the surrounding environment, her body's conditioning moving in a direct reaction to everything around her. While she remained as silent as a panther stalking the night, her assailant never stopped talking as he casually moved toward her. "They told me you were near impossible to defeat and called me a fool for trying. Well, that made me curious. I always liked a challenge," he said with a slight laugh. The next second he lunged at her in full formation, attacking with precise training that all assassins learn. The one on one attack led them towards the edge of the cliffs, both jumping and flipping in a serious of movements, trying to get at the other. While Aideen stayed silent as ever, he never stopped talking. "The spirits are on my side, and they will bring you death with my hand. The life will drain from your eyes and I will carry your soul with me wherever I go, bind it to myself as you relive the moment of defeat for all of eternity," he said, the two literally at the edge of the cliff by the sea. The chaos inside the shack was in full swing, all unaware of the deadly altercation in progress, the walls of the shack shaking from the impact of bodies hitting the weak walls. "You are good though, better than I expected," the man said, blocking her hits and trying to get one of his own. "But would you so good as to-" The walls of the shack broke, and out came stumbling a good several people, some dead some not. It was enough to distract the man for just a second, and that was all Aideen needed. Her hand shot forward, and slick sound fell in the air as the knife cut through the flesh, muscle and fat, through the space in the ribs piercing his lung. The man gasped, looking down at his stomach as the knife was pulled out, a deranged smile on his face as he dropped to his knees with blood dripping down the sides of his mouth. "The soul of the one who took my body will be mine in the afterlife. All that you hold dear will be taken and the black spirits will plague you for the rest of your time with the living." The deranged grin never left his face as the life slowly drained from his eyes. "Danbhala Wedo melkaw-, the curse died from his lips as his whole body burst into flames, Aideen watching him with a look of steely calm on her face. The sound of guns cocking were heard all around her as a group of men surrounded her, all with the guns drawn and ready to shoot. "Put down da knife lass, tis over," said one man with a heavy Irish accent. They had her cornered at all angles, and behind her the waves crashed violently against the sharp rocks at the bottom of the tall cliff. Aideen looked at all of them, a glint in her eyes that one could call determined, staring at the barrel of their guns pointed right at her. The fight still in full swing behind her, everyone fighting the other with no time to survey the surroundings to witness the scene, but she needed no help. Before they could blink, she shot her hand down, smoke pellet hitting the ground and engulfing the group in a cloud of smoke. ~~POOF~~Shots went off in a panic, coughs coming from all the men caught in the smoke, frantically waiting for it to clear. The wind lifted it, with Aideen no where in sight. Looking down over the cliffs for a body, the men saw nothing, until one just barely spotted a bare arm hazily bobbing through the water, but was it the body of the burned assassin that was no longer on land with them? Or the girl? None of the men knew, and Aideen was nowhere to be seen.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jun 26, 2010 1:15:05 GMT -5
She couldn't hope to keep up. Her three friends were doing their level best to kill everything that moved and she was trying her damnedest to keep the fallen alive. Not that she had a sense of duty to, even though in a way she did, but because she felt it would be best if they left as small a wake as possible behind them as they passed through the harbor town. Alas it was beyond her scope, her traveling companions were brought upon this world to cull from it the weak and vile, they had no remorse or regrets in soiling their hands or their souls with the blood of their enemies.
She wasn't put together like that and the death around her disturbed her on a deeper level. Even as she blocked the last moments of emotion the dying were feeling from reaching her, she couldn't block it all, and inside her heart the sorrow tore at her. She would have wept for their enemies had she a moment for the tears to fall, but time and firepower had her outnumbered. All she could do was fight for her life as she dodged and struck back with all her skill, her healing a forgotten endeavor.
It wasn't until Logan used Mason as a battering ram to smash out the front of the bar that she saw the light of day and the sea breeze lifted her hair and her spirits. A break in the overwhelmingness of it all as the wall fell and she rushed out into the gravel covered parking lot, a double twisting back flip freeing her from death's dark embrace. Landing with almost a smile on her face, to be unburdened for the most fleeting of moments, she spun to see the scene at the edge of the cliff by the sea. "No NOOOooo!!!"
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 26, 2010 6:57:32 GMT -5
Now Mason didn't mind a good ole' fight, he'd grown up around violence in the projects of Detroit and it didn't bother him as much as it might have others. However he was no killer. He shot to kill only when he absolutely had to. When he saw someone getting too close to Tracy than he would have liked, they got a shot in the foot or the arm, anywhere that Mason knew would stop them but not kill them.
Wolverine ran his own course though, and from the moment that Mason watched him get shot to kill, it was all over. He had been on enough missions and done more than enough Danger Room sessions to know where it would go. Nonetheless, he preferred to use his fists than his guns. It's not like the people didn't figure out that they were mutants at this point anyway so he had nothing to lose.
At one point in the whole thing, it was quite literally a dog pile of a fight. Honestly, still to this point Mason had no idea what the whole thing was about, but at that point he didn't care and was just fighting for the sake of defense. It was why Logan grabbed him to get them the hell out of there on some ground where it was a bit more even footing. It was hard for Mason to look out for Tracy and watch his own back as more and more injured bodies kept falling to the floor. From some of the hits and bullets that came at Mason, he knew had it not been for his power he would have joined those ranks. He was relentless as he just managed to throw a guy that grabbed him around the neck off with slight difficulty just as he heard Tracy scream.
It was like something in him froze when he stared off at the group of men gathering around the edge of the cliff and smoke clearing. It was like a sickening feeling that twirled in his stomach as he looked from Tracy's face of despair to the cliffs edge... and not seeing Aideen anywhere. Get a grip, she's not stupid enough to jump in the water, it's below freezing, that's instant death for her. She wouldn't do that. He tried to calm himself as he headed toward the group, both his Star Ultrastar and his .500 Smith & Wesson Magnum out and pointed at the group, his whole body shaking in something akin to fear and rage. She also said she'd die before she let herself get caught. God damn I'm gonna kill her if she's alive. Those bastards could have pushed her too. I'll kill 'em all, I swear I will.
The bullets from the other men bounced off his face and skin as some shot at him, the whole time Mason just continuing walking with every jerk from the impact of the bullets. Guns out but not shooting. "You better pray to whatever God you need to that she's alive," he said shooting one of the guys in the shoulder as he got closer, the sound of the painful cry falling upon deaf ears at this point. For whatever reason, some lowered their guns as they looked at him and something behind him.
"Cause if I find one of you shitheads pushed her to her death, no God is gonna help ya," he growled and started to take off his jacket and throw it on the ground, along with anything else in his pockets that might weigh him down. He may not be able to hold his breath for very long, but he'd survive the jump and he was a good enough swimmer to be able to hack it in the choppy water. He'd be damned if he was going to take the chance that she just fell to her death and he didn't do anything.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 27, 2010 0:39:07 GMT -5
He heard the sounds of Tracy's scream and Mason's threat from under the heap of struggling flesh. Men. Honest simple unbridled rage, from whatever cause it stemmed he understood, so he understood them and he engaged them on their level. He spoke their language in elbows and fists, claws when needed, and knees. It had been so for him since as far back as his swiss cheesed memories could recall and even in the implanted ones as well. Having sorted through them as best he could he knew nothing more about life than whichever living thing struggled best and longest won out if it wanted to put that struggle before all else. It applied to bird and beast and the lowliest struggling worm. He had done his fair share of struggling and even though he wished he'd won out every time, he wasn't the best at what he did by sheer luck.. it took many years and the only time he ever really learned a lesson was when he lost. Blood flying fifteen feet in the air he emerged like Lazarus from his tomb and looked at what scene lay before him. His woman, there a moment before, now was gone. His friends, the toughest pair of kids he knew next to his own love herself, standing there facing it with him. She was gone! His Angel Eyes.. gone.. A howl of feral rage erupted from him as he pulled himself from the groaning mass of formerly tough fighting men. Their wounds enough to keep them from carrying on the fight but like the rest of them this day, he'd left this group alive just enough, those by the cliff side were not about to be so lucky. Arms pumping, legs running, heart pounding the blood in his ears as he flew past Mason. Bullets bouncing off the young Corsair, Logan caught a ricochet in the thigh and kept charging. As more guns were trained on him it only made him more determined to get over that edge and find his Ember, the source of his joy, his reason to keep living. She was everything that was right in his world. Her smile, beautiful but scarce. He made a vow to see it more often, even when she didn't wear it he would see it in her actions.. hear it in her words. He was going to do right by her like no other and in her arms he was perfected, her love made him whole. Only now, now that she was gone, did he truly know, truly understand what he had, and fear twisted his guts in it's icy hand over that which he had lost. It didn't matter anymore who lived or who died. He wasn't a good guy right then. He had no rules he had to follow he only had to struggle best, struggle longest and in a moment it was done. Hearts beat under groans of agony and bones, still a mid snap as the weight of other bodies on top of them, crunched and muffled was the sound of the dying of those that had felt his fury. He hardly took a breath in between the time he'd began to run over and the pause in time that was that moment then, but it was longer than he wanted. He cursed himself for his old age creeping in and longed for the days of his youth, if for no other reason than to be able to keep up with his love. Diving to the edge of the cliff he hung over from his waist looking.. listening.. as he planted his claws into the granite of the cliff face.. a heartbeat.. a breath, a scent.. her scent. Stretching out away from the sheerness of the granite, a push-up on adamantium knuckles, claws anchoring him tight to the rock. He saw.. he saw her, HER LEGS. It was a precarious perch she had found herself on, and for a second he almost broke down, his relief making him soft enough to nearly cry. "Careful," he tried to sound tough but his voice nearly broke "ya might slip." A soft smile graced his features as he spun himself down to look into her eyes. Claws like climbing spikes secured him on his way closer to her perch. "Ya had me worried baby. I thought for sure I lost ya." He had never known so much about the inner most working of his heart before. It honestly scared him in that moment when he thought she was gone, and even though he knew she was harder to kill than a cockroach she was his cockroach and nobody better ever get that close to her again. She was his cockroach and he was her struggling worm, he could think of no other people who had a better chance than they did to make it in this world. Neither one of them would ever give up the struggle. Retracting the claws of his right hand he held it out to her then, bracing his footing and thinking of nothing more than how good it would be to feel her touch on his fingertips. He had never before felt a fear like he had just felt, not once, and he was grateful to know he still had time with her. Maybe enough time and one chance was all he needed to make everything right, he knew he would do all he could.
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Post by Ember on Jun 27, 2010 17:55:21 GMT -5
Balanced carefully on the narrow perch, Aideen grabbed his hand easily and allowed herself to be pulled up with little help on her part since she knew that she wasn't heavy to him. "Why would I be lost? I admit it was foolish as I wasn't sure how strong the ledge was but considering my alternatives..." She looked down and sighed as she was pulled back up, her arms securely around Logan's neck and despite the rather unstable pull to the ledge she was confident he wouldn't drop her. Throwing the smoke pellet to obscure her disappearance outside proved riskier than she anticipated, as the wind was against her and she had to move quickly with little time to analyze her moves.
"My bodice stiletto slipped out," she said softly, looking over the edge and into the water. It fell out of her jacket when she flipped over the ledge to come down, and she tried to reach for it but found it impossible to make an earnest grab without losing her balance and putting herself in real danger. It didn't occur to her honestly what the others would think, but all she knew was that she wasn't going to allow herself to be taken by anyone like a cornered animal.
Her dark eyes turned to the group of men that had their guns pointed in all directions and the bodies of the ones that had surrounded her before on the ground, in shreds and mangled. Her slender hand reached deftly under Logan's arm and down her leg to unsheathe her knife. What could have happened next was cut by the sound of police sirens in the air, the biker gang looking at each other unsure what to do while some of the fisherman grabbed their injured friends and were making a run for it.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 27, 2010 18:37:14 GMT -5
Relieved as Mason was that Aideen was alive, he had to think quick right then. It was only a single cop car, or at least only one that had a siren on which wasn't hard to recognize after growing up in Detroit. An idea did come to mind, but he knew there would be some serious consequences that followed it. "Oh hell," he reached down and grabbed the gun off one of the guys. He looked at Logan and took a deep breath. "Time to put your acting skills to use."
With his heightened speed and reflexes, Mason moved in a blink, brought the gun to Logan's side away from where he held Aideen and shot him, shocking most of them. While Logan groaned in pain, he tossed the gun over the cliff just as the Police car came up and two Policemen got out yelling. The remaining bikers ran for their bikes, shooting at the cops and the cops shooting back. Mason had grabbed Tracy's phone and pretended he was calling. "We need an ambulance, HEY!" He yelled to the cops as the bikers made their escape, though many were dead they still outnumbered the two officers. "We got an ambulance coming, they attacked us! STOP 'EM!"
He watched as the cops talked on the radio while jumping into the car and racing after the bikers. Mason let out a sigh of relief and looked at the others. "Alright, that bought us some time to get our shit and get the hell out of here," he said, standing up and grabbing some of the guns and wallets off the dead bodies before he got his own stuff. "I know a clearing not far away we can clean up, but we got maybe a five minute window before another squad care gets here, so move!"
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HeartString
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Post by HeartString on Jun 27, 2010 21:36:01 GMT -5
She didn't see what had happened exactly, finally able to move after she knew Ember was safe she'd bolted for the car and a single gunshot had split the air. She didn't care right at that second either as the cop car took off after the bikers. All she saw in the rear view mirror was Wolverine, fist balled up, ready to hit Mason... again! Throwing the car in reverse she slammed the accelerator to the floor. Never having driven her boyfriends car before she was shocked as she found herself pinned to the steering wheel. It took all her strength to fight the centrifugal force and inertia and pull her foot off the petal to slam it on the brakes. As she did she found her body hurled off the wheel and pinned back into the seat with bone jarring force. Looking out the side window in a panic she saw she was about to plow her three friends off the cliff, herself and the car sure to follow. Surprisingly though, she felt no sense of panic from any of her friends and in a cloud of gravel and earthy dust the vehicle skid to a halt as they looked at her. She slammed the thing into drive as Aideen and Logan hopped on the trunk and Mason slid across the hood 'Dukes of Hazard' style and dove into the passenger side window. She took it as easy as she dared knowing speed was paramount and time was of the essence as she got her friends back to their bikes and parked. It took all of a split second to switch seats with Mason, adrenaline surging in her blood she called out to Aideen "I got your book" as she held it up. True it had a bit of damage, since it had come flying out of the front of the bar with the rest of the wall and tables and men in the fray, but it wasn't too worse for the wear. She wouldn't have bothered to get it if it hadn't been right there when she turned around to get the car. Sentimentality was one thing but stupidity was surely another, and she knew better than to put a possession before a friend. Police and ambulance sirens neared as the two pair of sweethearts split that scene. Eight wheels spitting gravel, the adventure of the weekend, the adventure of a lifetime, had taken them all through much self discovery and taught them all lessons about one another that tightened the bonds they had. True enough they had started out friendly but right then and there they each knew, as the flashing lights flew past them and the sirens screamed out and faded off going the way they'd just come, that they were all the best of friends.
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