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OOC: Apologies, everyone. ): With all that's going on with me, this particular RP kinda slipped my mind. Life just plain sucks sometimes. I haven't talked about and don't want to, so no questions, kay? Thanks. (: But just like Webhead, I'm back and I'm staying~!

Logan spotted a shell of crystals and his eyes narrowed. Whoever was inside there had to be pulling some pretty important string to be protected like that. Time to find out who! He jumped off the speeding bike and launched himself at the crystals, adamantium claws out, ready to pierce and break the crystal shell. He'd drag out whoever was in there and make them talk.

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Anemos rushed to Sora's side. "I got your back. Let's take this Scorch freak out before he gets away!"

"You okay?" Uncomfortable being away from her brother at a time like this, Thyella knelt by Feral, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. The best way she could tell was if he either told her or she ran her hands along his body, and the latter didn't seem like something she should do at the moment. Better to ask a question that would seem stupid to someone with sight than go touching him and seem like a weirdo.

 

OOC: Sorry, completely forgot about this rp.

"Wha--" Whisper was taken aback as Phantom began to run round her, she put her arms up to shield her face and phased to stop any stray twigs or anything hitting her in this. Though despite this, she still couldn't see a thing and knew she had to get out of there. She forgot all about Phantom, just concentrated on finding her way out of this thing. It felt claustraphobic and suffacating, though she didn't normally suffer from claustriphobia, she hated it. Then she heard Phantom's voice, she doubled her efforts. She was phased for now but she knew she couldn't keep it up for too long and if he reached her she wasn't sure what she was going to. She had to get out of there to be able to fight back.

 

Feral's raptor form twitched as he heard a voice. He couldn't place a name with it, but he recognised it as one of his allies all the same. Weakly, he attempted to answer.
"I'll recover..." he managed, talking with his vibro-speak again, as he always did in non-human form.
His reptillian skin's outer layer had become slightly charred, but for the most part; it was damage he could handle. Right now though, he needed to rest...

 

OOC: AmericanSephiroth hasn't been online for a couple of weeks. I'm going to give him some more time. As for HeartlessOfLight, he seems to have quit the RP.
BIC:
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"Where the hell-?" Scorch growled as he looked around. Both Knightmare and Phantom were gone, leaving him to face off Cyclops and the remaining New Mutants. He needed a plan to get out and he needed it quick. Either that or..."Bring it on then, one-eye!" He yelled at Cyclops as he threw a stream of heat at him. "Do you know who I am?!" He yelled as he kept the stream going with one hand and shot another with his other hand towards Wolfman. "I'M GODDAMN SCORCH AND I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU HELL!"

Wolfman quickly jumped. He dodged the heat stream easily enough, but it just kept coming. "Not good," he growled as he moved. If they didn't knock Scorch out soon, the entire forest would be up in flames. This was getting to be too much. "Damn it!" He growled again when he saw Ellie unconscious. Everybody else was paired up, but she was vulnerable. Using his enhanced speed, he ran towards her.

 

OOC: sorry i was gone I was really busy

BIC: Demetrio re-appeared with Scorch Here I am and we have to go he opened a black portal im losing time go! he was straining himself keeping it open.

 

Scorch grimaced as he continued blasting just as Knightmare appeared. "For someone with control over shadows, you ironically have the unique talent of not being around when you're needed," he scowled. With no time to waste, he turned, leaving the X-Men alone, and tackled Knightmare, pushing the both of them through his portal to the Brotherhood's base.

"You're a coward, yo!" Wolfman barked as he picked up Ellie and jumped towards Whiteout, no longer in the mood to fight X-Force. In fact, he was tiring out rather quickly. With the Brotherhood's lackeys gone, Wolfman turned to Cyclops, who was rallying up the New Mutants. "Any other Brotherhood thugs?" He asked.


Cyclops rushed towards the twins, Anemos and Thyella, Feral, and looked around for the others. "No," he said simply, remembering Deadpool's disappearance. "Feral, how are you doing?" He asked, kneeling down.

 

Inside the Brotherhood base, Deadpool paced back and forth, unable to comprehend how he had lost so completely.
"Hey, screw you dude! I was kicking ass until Cyky went all 'world of cardboard' on me!"

As he continued to argue with himself, he failed to notice the other Brotherhood mutants returning through the portal.
"SHUT UP, ME!"

Still in the charred form of the Velociraptor, he weakly looked up at Cyclops, his mentor. He sighed deeply as he replied.
"I'll survive, if that's what you mean. It's not the first time I've been burned."
He rolled slightly, trying to get himself back on his feet. He barely had enough energy to do so, but perseverance got him by, and he stood once more, quickly changing back to his wolf form, in which he felt more comfortable, and was able to shake off most of the ash and soot that covered him.

 

The Monster flew... knowing it's destination. Eager to find the one mutant it was looking for.
"I'm coming for you." the distorted voice came out, but was heard by no one.


OOC: Just a reminder that there is another plot in the works.
:P

 

Logan crashed into the crystal shell only to find it empty. He growled and stood straight, perfectly upset that they hadn't managed to keep even one of them from escaping. He joined Cyclops with the others, adamantium claws safely back underneath his skin. "Now who wants to tell me what the hell happened?"

Thyella flinched at Logan's rough voice. She and her brother hadn't gotten a chance to ever really talk to the older mutant so she was still uncomfortable around him.

"They caught us by surprise," Anemos spoke up, back at his sister's side.

"Aren't you some kinda airy kid? Shouldn't you be able to feel others?"

"No, sir," Anemos didn't react to Logan's harshness or sarcasm. "My sister's the one who can do that, but she won't feel anything unless she's trying to."

Logan sighed. He couldn't really blame these kids for what happened, but Hellion and Cyclops he could.

 

Demetrio was hit hard from the force of being tackled after he had made it back to the base his shadow form had ran out and he passed out now officially Daydream again.

 

"We...HAD THEM!" Scorch yelled as he kicked a wall in the Brotherhood's run down house. "They didn't stand a chance! What the hell happened?!" He demanded of Deadpool, throwing any blame off of himself and towards the leader. As he yelled, his pink hair waved wildly, almost as if turning to fire itself.

Wolfman felt his body start to cool down as he shrunk, reverting to human form. Most of his fur fell off of his body, littering the floor. It was something he had been trying to work on. When turning back to his "Terry" form, his body always retracted his fur into itself, but for some reason, the ends of each piece of fur would be cut off and fall. It made it seem as if Terry literally shed Wolfman away. He still held Ellie in his arms, though now she seemed to weigh more. "I freakin' hate that Scorch guy," he muttered. "Seriously, what's with him?" He looked around, searching for Hellion. "We need to get Ellie and albino-dinodude over there some super Bandaids or something."

Wolfman only got a nod in return as Cyclops looked at Wolverine. "You guys did well today," he said to the New Mutants. "You rose above Paragons and X-Force and acted as X-Men...a single team. Unfortunately, we were just caught off guard."

 

Ellie's eyes slowly opened as she seemed to regain consciousness and the form of Terry carrying her came into a blurry focus.. "I'm alright... I think." she murmured weakly. "I think my pulse heal is slowly taking effect... I just need better control over it... and I'll be alright, then I can also... try and heal... Feral... too..." her voice sounded pained, but of course it would. The force of intercepting Scorch's flaming attack had sent her flying hard into a tree, wrecking her body and bones, thankfully, her sacrifice hadn't been in vain as she had at least managed to save Bree and the forest.
Of course though, she had definitely been lucky that such an improvised and bold move had succeeded at all. That and that if it wasn't for the electrical impulses of her mutation in her body speeding up her metabolism, and allowing her injuries to recover faster, she definitely wouldn't even be concious right now.
Even as she tried to numb her pain senses with her electrical powers, she could still the feel the pain seeping through.
"Is... everyone... else alright?" she murmured from Terry's arms, trying to look around but not really succeeding.

 

"Yes, thanks to you. I owe you my life from back there, I hope I'll be able to return the favour someday." Bree replied to Ellie smiling as she made her way up to the others, she was glad Ellie would be okay after what she had done for her. Although she was a little confused at what had just happened with her own fight. She'd just managed to find the edge of Phantom's hurricane, with him close on her heels, knowing he'd be on her soon. Then there had been a lot of sudden shouts and he'd vanished off with her hurricane, leaving her stunned. She'd made her way back and came to the conclusion that the others had beaten them and he'd gone when his teammates did. She'd worried a lot when she first saw Ellie in Feral's arms from a distance but now was just relieved.

 

"Were you even paying attention to you students? Or were you showboating?" Logan's tone was accusatory to Cyclops. He probably would have been doing the same thing, but if he was there, he would have smelled the Brotherhood coming.

Thyella took her brother's hand. The tension between Logan's remark created was palpable in the air. She wasn't sure if the two were always like this or why they were now; but, for a moment, she was glad she couldn't see their faces.

 

Wolfman looked at Feral. "You can barely heal yourself, Pulse," he replied. "How are you going to try to heal someone else?" He felt his pain subside slowly and knew his own healing factor was taking effect. Though not as fast as it could be in his Wolfman or Lycan forms, he sustained less injuries than Pulse so there wasn't much to heal; just pain to get rid off. "Come on, we should head back," he said, ignoring Wolverine as he lifted Ellie and shifted her onto his back. He held on to her legs, giving her a piggyback ride. It wasn't that he disrespected Wolverine -Hell, anyone that reminded him a wolf was fine in his book- so much as he just didn't want to deal with it. "I think Feral dude needs a lift," he told Whiteout, motioning to Whiteout's teammate.


"You stop right there, Logan," Cyclops commanded as he snapped at Wolverine. "We were ambushed by Magneto's thugs and they were led by Deadpool. You know Deadpool, don't you, Wolverine? You know, the mercenary who shares your DNA? The mercenary who can regenerate an entire limb within seconds? The mercenary that Gambit, one of our best, paid off during a mission just so he wouldn't have to fight him? Yeah, THAT DEADPOOL!!" He took a step towards Wolverine. "You want to know what I was doing? I was keeping him away from the students!" There was always animosity between them, but Wolverine was not going to disrespect Cycops' leadership in front of his own students. "It was Hellion and me against Deadpool and two Brotherhood thugs who have no problem killing our teams. Now, for their first time against a surprise ambush from the Brotherhood, I think they did well. Remember, Wolverine, I'm the leader of the X-Men. I'm the leader of X-Force. Hellion's the leader of the Paragons. We did what we could in the midst of battle and guess what, everyone lived. Don't disregard my leadership again, Logan." As he scolded Logan, there was a thought at the back of his head, something he should remember, but he couldn't. "Now, if there's nothing else," he sighed, "let's get the New Mutants back to the Institute for rest. They need it."

 

At least we made it out of it okay Sora thought. As Wolverine and Cyclops had their dispute, he could almost feel the tension between them. He couldn't wait to get back to the institute and put this whole thing behind him.

 

"How the hell should I know, Pinkie?" the merc said back, examining his costume, which was almost completely in tatters.
"Why can't anyone invent clothes with a healing factor? Do you have any idea how many costumes I go through?"
He looked back up, seeing that Scorch was not about to let this go. He sighed, uncharacteristically.
"Look, kid, all I know is that Psychey was desperate to stop me, and the rest were pretty much screwed just taking on you alone. They were scared of us, and if there's one thing I know about fear, it's that it brings the fight out in people like them."
His voice was oddly serious, nothing like the 'Merc with a mouth' he normally appeared to be.
"I wanted something to pass the time, and we almost killed some of them. Almost killed X-men, you get what that means?"
He looked up from his guns, which he had staring at since he began his speech, and stared Scorch in the eyes.
"It means we are bad motherf-ers."

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"I'll be fine." Mason insisted, now standing firm on all four legs of his Wolf form.
"It's like I said; it's not the first time, and it won't be the last. Can we go?"
He was obviously weaker than he let on to, but he was being plain stubborn.
Perhaps less importantly, his fur was matted in some places, and in others missing completely due to the scorching. Those would recover, in time, leaving no permenant marks, but for the time being they looked particularly painful. Not that Feral would ever admit to the pain.

 

"Pulse?" Ellie questioned. She gave a weak chuckle from his back. "Heh.. I like it..." she mumbled, feeling her conciousness slipping again. She hadn't come up with her own codename yet, but now suddenly just hearing herself being called that. Called 'Pulse'... it seemed to fit.
"I'll... be fine..." she tried to assure him. "I just need to rest... and then I can try... to hea..."
~and she then passed out on Wolfman's back again.

 

Thyella gave her brother's hand two quick squeezes, her signal to him that she was going to stop trying to see. He reciprocated with one quick squeeze and took his hand away to put his arm around her shoulders. To others, it would appear as a simple, single-armed hug between twins. Anemos felt the small flow of air coming from his sister stop. He was glad she was resting.

Logan flinched from Cyclops's tone. He'd seen the mutant angry before, but there was a different kind of anger present now -- a protective anger. Logan shrugged, drawing a cigar. He didn't like how Cyclops claimed the X-Men as his own. Logan wasn't entirely set on becoming the leader, he didn't really care, but the idea of Scott in charge bothered him.
"Fine. Get the kids back to their play-pen. The big man wants to talk to us about something."