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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 0:49:33 GMT -5
In ghost form, locked doors and walls were not an obstacle. The Cavalier walked right through them intangibly and invisibly, as he passed by Del Maze's minions taking up ambush positions behind shelves and crates. Their mortal souls gleamed with lifeforce, some tarnished with the sins of rape and murder, but the Cavalier dared not leave the astral to confront them. That out of thin air spook and surprise attack was being saved for the despicable Antonio Del Maze.
Red could handle herself, goons with guns were her forte. And if the Duc de Chantreigh's assessment of "Stab Girl" were true, she could take every bullet from every gun in the joint and keep going. Neither Red nor Cavalier were bulletproof. Rance wondered if the police would even show up to join the gunfight.
Rance giggled to himself at that - a cavalryman wondering if the cavalry was coming. It occurred to him that emerging from the astral on horseback, in Del Maze's face, would be supremely hilarious. Rance hoped Del Maze was holing up in a room big enough for Spirit to trot around in.
But then, something grabbed Rance - how?! - spinning him around and punching him. A shadowy demonic creature bared its millions of teeth and drooled as it loomed over the Cavalier's ghost form, even as unknowing gangsters rushing to confront Red and Stab Girl passed through them like smoke. Del Maze seemed to have help from the reaches of Hell...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 6:18:15 GMT -5
Red made every bullet count, her shots were precise as they were clean and there were few with a aim like hers. As her bullets emptied, she ducked down to reload and as she did something began happen. Ghosts and demons were not her forte. That was the Caviller, she liked the ones with guns and fists. That's the criminal she could handle. But as a bright redness filled the room Red could hardly believe her eyes as some faded creature that seemed only half in are realm stood before the caviller in all its horror. It was hard to make out but it was clear Del Maze was on his last trick and she could only wonder if it had cause him his soul.
What truly spooked Red out was when one of the goons in blue who had taken a clean shot from her gun stood up and as Red pumped more bullets into him he just approached an Asian goon who was firing upon her and broke the neck of his comrade. As the Asian man dropped a sort of mist came from his body and went to the demon standing above the Caviller. From all directions a mist arose from the dead Red and the others had killed. Those killed slowly stood up with bright red eyes clearly an army to this demon. Red stood in horror as the gunfire stopped and all that could be hear were the screams of the Del Mazes men been killed by there own comrades. What was even stranger was when a couple of the living Del Mazes man took cover next Red screaming don't shoot.
The realms were close with the arrival of the demon, with this his minions came to are world but they needed a host body and the only body of use were dead. With dead were empty of a soul so they were easy to take over, but for the demon to become strong enough to fully enter are realm he needed to be feed souls. So as the minions rose there dirt task was to increase there numbers and to feed there demon lord.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT CAVILLER,"Red screamed," I NEVER HAD THIS TILL I MATE YOU."
As the remaining living goons took cover next to Red, all including her gave everything they had against these minions and all they could do was slow them down as they were pumped with bullets.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 11:45:30 GMT -5
The Cavalier heard Red call out at him plain as day - strange because in ghost form usually the mortal world sounded muffled and distant. He realized his form had rematerialized and he could be seen when a bullet grazed his shoulder...
The Cavalier tried to maintain his sense of humor as he rolled behind cover next to Red. "Who mixes Asian and North African prints with Art Deco? Look at this furniture! I knew Del Maze was an evil man, but I really expected him to have tastes! So very Frank Lloyd Wrong!"
Red was in no mood for banter, but the Cavalier's sword crackled with strange energy as the Duc de Chantreigh took over speaking for their form.
"The Shadow King requireth mortal forms to affect the mortal world. He doth not animate so many dead bodies at once for long. He needs an indestructable body, like your friend. Del Maze must be his marionette in this material world. I alone can confront him on equal footing. If he taketh the immortal girl's form he shalt be unstoppable."
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Post by Artie Cade on Mar 2, 2017 20:06:01 GMT -5
It had been a hell of a day.
Artie Cade was rather accustomed to that, given that he was one of the people who churned out that particular brand of hell, but all the same he was tired. And now all this nonsense.
Some panicked calls from several of the local areas under his protection. On his turf. He hadn't quite taken all of New York back from Wilson Fisk by now, but his reach was spreading. And people were scared, but...apparently not of him at the moment.
Some kind of firefight?
Ridiculous. Not on his turf.
Three cars, all loaded with his men and their munitions, all converged on the spot when they finally found it uptown. His men piled out and aimed their weapons at those present, a few firing off shots at the...smoke? rising off of some of the gunned down men, shooting at those still alive.
As Artie himself stepped out, leaning on his cane, his wide hat and overcoat buffered by the wind, he adjusted the half mask-and-spectacles that covered his scars.
That was when he spotted her...that irksome woman. In red.
Some of his boys had reported her being sighted. Interfering with a few of his shipments of guns and even some of his drug handles.
He drew one of his silver pistols from his shoulder holster and kept it at his side, grinning wide as he looked at the frightened men taking refuge, the Woman in Red, and the other unusually dressed ones.
"WELL..." he said as he signaled his men to stop firing when all had been tended to, "What have we....here...?"
It was then he felt something cold shiver down his spine. The smoke wasn't clearing.
The hell was this?
A look of fear crossed his face for a moment as he noticed one of the oddly dressed ones darting about, seeming to be looking for something.
"HEY!" he called out, "THE HELL IS ALL THIS?! ON MY TURF OF ALL PLACES? TAKE YOUR WAR GAMES SOMEPLACE ELSE OR I'LL CHOP YA INTO CHUM FOR THE FISH! YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"
He fired a shot at the one scrambling about, the dark one with the hood. A lower shot, aimed at the calf.
He didn't know what was going on, but his attentions turned back to the scene and he took one limping step backward as he signaled for his men to shoot at the corpses...were they filled with some kind of explosives...? Whatever was going on, he wasn't liking it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2017 1:45:33 GMT -5
The Cavalier nudged Red and pointed at the new arrivals. "I suppose these art not thine fellow constables? More brigands, squabbling over the pecking order. Lo, I sense the Shadow King doth not pull this one's strings, not yet. We shalt advise him not to swell the ranks of the dead, mayhaps he become another marionette of deadened flesh? Del Maze art the eye of this storm. We stop him and we shut the Shadow King's door to this world. We must hasten, before thine friend catches the Shadow King's gluttonous appetites."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2017 9:03:09 GMT -5
Red stood in horror as more men arrived, at the sight her impulse told her to duck and good thing too as Del Mazes living men were gun down by the new arrivals. Most of those dead who were shot fell to ground from the impact of the bullets, but it wasn't long before they rose again with those who had fallen. The souls of the newly dead turned to smoke and like the rest were feed upon by this beast as it sucked them in. But as the realms drew closer the screams of the souls could be heard as it feasted upon them. Wailing cries filled the air.
" Cut the chit chat Caviller,"Red said in a hostile tone," What's the plan, because there eating the bullets,"
As Red emptied the last of her rounds, she gabbed a Tommy gun with ammo off the ground as more dead rose and tried to grab her feet as she moved away from the cars. Artie's men would not stand a chance in Reds book, it was only a matter of time till the dead feasted upon them. She let a shout at Artie,
" You keep firing your gun and see how that gets you from that spot,"
As she let off the Tommy gun to the heads, the bullets did little to stop them and all Red could do was hope Caviller had a plan.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2017 18:15:43 GMT -5
The Cavalier sprang forward and with a swift stroke of his sword lobbed off the legs of one of the animated dead.
"The dead still need legs to walk, arms to grab, and eyes to see... They are easily stymied. I must get to Del Maze before Stab Girl does. Perhaps the brigands that have just arrived could be persuaded not to create more corpses for the Shadow King to reanimate?"
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Post by X-23 on Mar 4, 2017 14:52:32 GMT -5
Laura counted it as a point of pride she was capable of continuing her plan under these situations. For one she'd just been shot in the leg, and every other step sent enough pain to tell her the bullet was still in there and her healing factor hadn't got around to pushing it out yet. for another the dead were rising....... Laura did not understand, nor did she wish to, she just wanted them to lay back down and stop moving.
also her Father had arrived and her brain had been taken up mostly with repetitions of 'no no no no no no no.' and other phrases which effectively meant the same thing. New plan. do not speak. do not use claws under any situation. try not to let on she can heal. still attempt to be effective? this was never going to work.
Laura hobbled at a speed most people could jog (the joy of healing the same injury over and over as the bullet inside her continued to tear at her leg muscles as she walked, as well as her pain tolerance) over to one of the buildings and lept up to grab a hold of the ladder to the fire escape, pulled up by whoever had just used it. She gritted her teeth and pulled herself up, before taking the steps three at a time ignoring her legs protests to get up as fast as possible.
when she reached the top, Laura instinctively threw herself into a roll as a rifle shot zipped overhead. she had made a lot of noise coming up the creaky, metal staircase and the sniper on this two story building had had more then enough time to line up a perfect headshot if she'd been dumb enough to not realise this would happen.
The thing about scoped rifles was that they were not made for close range, fast firing speed, or ease of reloading. The thing with snipers was how used they came to being in far less danger then their comrades. As a result, this man panicked. his next two shots went wide as Laura sprinted at him, zig zagging across the rooftop to make it harder for him to predict her movements, getting more and more worried the closer she got.
He backed up the best he could as he fumbled with the magazines, trying to reload right up until Laura reached him. She snatched the rifle out of his hands with a forceful yank, span it in her hands and cracked him across the face with the butt of the rifle as if it was a baseball bat. His head snapped to the side with the impact and he fell back...... and disappeared from her view due to the fact there was no more backwards to go that wasn't the empty air off of the roof edge. Laura ignored his hysterical scream and eventual splat as she brought the rifle up to eye level and fired off two shots at the sniper on the opposite rooftop, who had been so busy trying to aim at the new arivals he hadn't noticed the death of his friend. He didn't notice her right up into the point one of her bullets entered the side of his skull.
The small mercy was that when the corpse stood back up, turning his ruined head to grin at her from across the gap, it headed towards its own way down, clearly planning to join the rest of the corspes on ground level, meaning Laura had managed to take care of one of the smallest problems Laura and her new friends currently had.
She took the rifle with her, firing a few shots into the crowd of undead before heading down herself. she did not know what to do about her Father. she did not know what to do about his men. or the undead. or this situation. but standing up here was a bad idea when she preferred close quarters combat and Red would probably be better off with this weapon. so she headed back towards the ground.
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Post by Artie Cade on Mar 8, 2017 2:28:39 GMT -5
The...dead men...walked? That wasn't right. No, none of this was.
Artie Cade was crazy, but he wasn't stupid. He limped backward from the forms as they moved, lining behind his limousine as his men continued to open fire.
That is, before some of them shouted protests and ran.
"Get BACK HERE!" Artie half shrieked, shooting one of them in the back of the head, watching him fall into a heap, "I'M the only devil you idiots should be afraid of here!"
He fired again, into the spine of another of his fleeing men before his pistol clicked.
He turned to face the dead men and the...gathering before him.
Who were these people? What were they doing with the Woman in Red? He growled and reloaded his empty pistol, rolling over the trunk of the limousine and taking cover in one of the doorway outcroppings nearby.
"FINE!" he shouted back to the Woman, "After whatever the hell this is, you're mulch, lady. AND your friends over there. Sick of this shit happening in MY TOWN."
He felt good calling it his town, with Fisk gone and rather unable to return given the perfect plans he had laid out. It was his city now, more or less. He'd driven Fisk's territories back to the very border tips of Hell's Kitchen. Fisk had always underestimated Artie. But slow and steady won the race after all.
But this problem...whatever this was....was displeasing.
Idly he wondered what the figure he'd shot in the leg was doing leaping back to the ground, but he kept to his position until this played out further...maybe these...things would save him some trouble eliminating these freaks.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 18:46:32 GMT -5
The staccato of gunfire and screams of horror were not sounds that Charles Xavier would normally run towards, but he could sense the unique psionic signatures of at least two mutants in the midst of that firefight, and none of the shooters appeared to be law enforcement or military. Not that either of those were unversed in the hunting and persecution of mutants, but whatever the case, these shooters were attacking with overwhelming firepower, and their target would likely be a mutant.
As Xavier approached the alleyway, the psionic signature of his rival telepath Amoul Farouk was unmistakable. Farouk, of course, would not be there. That evil Egyptian had discarded his physical body years ago, drawing his power from the manifestation of evil thoughts that collectively comprise the demonic astral entity that calls itself the Shadow King, and now works through proxies in the physical world. All over the world. With a penchant for the criminally minded, the Shadow King's puppet would be one of these gangsters, trying to gain a foothold in New York now that the world was no longer at war.
A ghoulish new trick. The Shadow King could reanimate the freshly dead, a tactic that Farouk employed the first time Xavier got close to him. An exhausting expenditure of power, borne of fear. The Shadow King's physical proxy must feel threatened. The entity would attempt to possess another body.
But not if Xavier could block him.
It was a tremendous strain on Xavier's own powers to walk between the gathered gangsters, preventing their minds from processing the signals from their eyes that would alert them to his presence, as well as hide from the Shadow King. Invisible yet clearly still there.
The other mutant signature, a female. Xavier spotted the girl, staggering into the building with an injured but rapidly healing leg. She moved like his old friend Logan. Xavier called out to her telepathically as he stood beside the lead gangster crouched behind a car yelling at his cowering men. He nodded at the girl, allowing her mind to percieve him standing there.
::Greetings. I am Professor Charles Xavier, a mutant like yourself. And you are in grave danger here.::
And then turning to the crouching gangster barking orders at his men, Xavier pushed into his mind the idea that his gun was scalding hot to the touch...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 6:25:50 GMT -5
Red aimed her shot and fired. Her shot was perfection and hit a dead right in the eye. It fell to knees but slowly stood up as it regained it's footing. Ideas were running out quick and for her to stay alive she needed one quickly.
" Then were on the same page,"Red shouted to Cade," I want you dead and you want me dead. That I can work with. Till then it's a truce, we both agree this is a threat both of us don't want to have a foot hold in are city."
Red continued to take her shots and as she fired her last bullet she wiped out the Tommy gun she had picked up earlier. The gunshots ripped into the dead bodies but just slowed them down as they approached. Then an idea hit,
" How your fuel tank, is it bullet proof ?" with them words Red let loose a round into Del Mazes limo and then Cases. The two burst into flames and then a second later both exploded sending metal in all directions. At that moment the booth of the red car she had claimed opened from the blast. To Reds surprise is was lined with creates of T.N.T. She turned to Cade and spoke with a smile as a plan finally came to mind.
" We need to get to the car," she demanded as she pointed to the booth of the car," We show them how we deal with difficult problems."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 14:49:22 GMT -5
The Cavalier's eyes widened as cars began exploding outside. "I will get to Del Maze!"
At that, the Cavalier whistled and from thin air a horse materialized. He mounted the horse and charged through a cluster of reanimated dead, striking their heads off with his sword. Horse and horseman charged towards the wall, and sidestepped into the astral, disappearing from sight...
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Post by X-23 on Apr 9, 2017 16:05:19 GMT -5
There were a lot of things Laura was starting to think she'd been wrong in assuming no one would do. Raise the dead. Try to turn a limo into a bomb on the fly. Talk to your sword. but even with all that said, Laura had to just feel confused as to how anyone could just stand still starting a conversation in the middle of this madness.
"Get to safety!" Laura yelled at the bald man, not realising there was anything psychic in these events and he was really there. The idea he was a mutant was interesting enough but unless he was going to turn out to be bullet proof he should not be where he was. "I will go after these freaks. use your power however you can to end this." any other time she'd be interested in hearing the man out and finding out how he knew she was a mutant specifically. Problems for later.
Laura ran past him, dashing from one bit of cover to the next to try and stay out of the gun fire. each time was intense and nearly fatal but luckily some of the walking corpses were coming to her. rotting fingers closed around her wrist as she pulled herself up and over one of the smashed crates. a mouth full of broken grinning teeth followed as it tried to bite into her face, but Laura's free hand came up and punched it under the chin cracking its molars even further as they smashed together. it had been pure instinct, being used to having her claws drawn in a fight. But it worked enough to protect herself, and the thing lost its grip on her, letting Laura grab its head in both hands and smash it up and down repeatedly against the wood until she felt something crack, and the body go still.
She let the thing flop to the floor, turned and her hearing allowed her to hear enough of Reds plan to start making her way towards the group to back them up, kicking and striking any undead that came at her but without her claws or time to reload her gun finding it not worth the time it would take to kill each one individually and instead trying to just damage them enough to make them less of a threat.
as she went Laura looked around to try and find the new mutant to see what had become of him. it would be a shame for the man apparently called Xavier to die just from wanting to help.
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Post by Artie Cade on Apr 11, 2017 0:48:56 GMT -5
Artie was about to respond to the Woman in Red before he suddenly yelped in pain and dropped his pistol, gripping his hand in pain.
"WHAT THE HELL....?!" he cried out.
It...had burned him? He looked around frantically for an explanation...no heat source, nobody had shot the piece, his hand was all right...what was that all about? He quickly picked it up again, but the same sensation of a red hot iron coursed through his hand as he dropped the pistol again.
"Oh screw THIS....!" he growled as he swiftly removed his coat and bundled the pistol inside it, rolling it up until it was hidden by layers of the wool, "You mooks are on your own!"
He limped backward away from the insanity and signaled to his men to join him.
And then he noticed the one he'd shot earlier...moving toward his direction....seemingly deliberately.
"BOOK IT!" he shouted as he staggered in his labored limp, his men being so relieved at the order that they began to outrun him as he went, which certainly didn't give him any particular pleasure. His short legs didn't help, but one of 'em didn't even work half the time so there were two curses laid right to bear at this particularly inconvenient moment.
As he moved, he turned to see the one he'd shot still coming toward the group...the group or him? He couldn't tell. Clearly couldn't shoot at em.
Screw it....
He kept running, fleeing down the street as best he could. Let 'em all die fighting...Satan or whatever this was, he wanted order in his territory way less than he wanted to stay alive.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 0:22:18 GMT -5
Xavier smirked at the gunsel that would for at least hours think his gun was as hot as a branding iron, and possibly psychosomatically manifest blisters on his fingers from holding it, all the while unable to convince others that it was not room temperature. It was a pity there wasn't time to dig in and concentrate on making the man mortally and permanently afraid of touching any guns, or compelled to run to the police and confess his mobster crimes like that spice importer Wilson Fisk recently did. There were bigger problems on the scene than the hairless apes with bad manners and gun fetishes. Xavier was no pacifist, and he too struggled with the idea of mutants and humans living in harmony. Humans were all moral dissapointments. But, he reminded himself, mutants are merely moral disappointments with the powers of gods. As much satisfaction as could be derived from making this cruel human suffer, humanity was not his garden to weed. Nor was mutantkind theirs. It was a lesson the Shadow King / Amoul Farouk, and / or his hapless puppet Del Maze must be taught.
Xavier turned from the gangsters scampering like rats, and turned to the rising fallen, and with a mental bolt of intense concentration attacked the Shadow King's control over the recently killed. The reanimated dead dropped to the ground, lifeless again.
"That is right, Farouk! Your game is near an end! Flee into the astral! Your nemesis Charles Xavier is here to stop this madness!"
Just then, a gangster popped from cover and shot Xavier, the bullet lodging in his spine...
Xavier fell, unable to move his legs...
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