Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart - Rescue
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xp_logsThe cavalry arrives, however, the problem with demon dimensions is that they don't follow the same rules regarding time. And if you spend several weeks wandering around in one, it has its effects on you.
Over the blighted landscape, the battle raged. Friend against friend, rescuers trying desperately to subdue without injury, while their missing associates fought back with savage abandon. Except one, who kept by the glowing white portal that lead home, protecting it as he'd been instructed.
Pixie zipped and darted amid the battle, scattering dust to keep things hot. It was the stuff of nightmares, bringing the captives' fears to life and causing the would-be rescuers to be haunted by paranoid thoughts of the very people they were trying to rescue. The dead vegetation and twisted forms of lava easily took on monstrous shapes under her cloud of dust. It was perfect chaos.
She drifted up a few meters to take it all in, a grin splitting her face. She felt taller, stronger and faster than she'd ever felt before in her life. Then she noticed the lone figure by the portal. The corner of her mouth twitched and she moved closer, teleporting the last few meters and reappearing above him in a puff of dust.
Perfect chaos. And here was Billy off on the sidelines. Oh, he understood why. He was the least experienced of the group, pulled into the team more of desperation than readiness. And guarding the portal WAS important. If it was lost, they might not be able to open another. Still, that didn't mean he was happy just standing and waiting.
He'd grabbed his staff at the last moment before leaving. Even though it didn't really do anything, it still was comforting to hold it, especially in this barren place. He gripped it tightly, traces of blue electricity occasionally flickering across the black wood as he stood ready. He scanned the area in front of him, trying to keep tabs on everyone he could see.
"Are you lost?" Pixie cooed as if to a child or puppy. She paused just short of dusting the boy because the black staff caught her eye. Perhaps she could get the boy to divulge some information before she tossed him into the fray. "That's quite the staff you have there." She seemed to remember some piece of information about it, but she wasn't willing to give up control over her former self in order to probe that memory further. Blue electricity reflected in her all-black eyes.
Firestar finds herself dealing with Angelo.
"Okay, Angelo, we're both reasonable people..."
Angel had her hands up, backing off slowly. She really didn't want to fight Angelo, but she highly doubted she actually had a choice. She took another step back, eyes sweeping over Angelo, taking in the flaps of skin hanging off of him. Those were going to hurt when he inevitably attacked.
"We can talk about this. Right?"
He snarled at her, not bothering to answer verbally and not seeming to even recognize her as a friend - which was probably all the answer she needed.
It was. Angel dropped her hands to her side, blue flames sparking around her fingers. Angelo was flammable, setting him on fire was a bad idea. But everything else was fair game.
She kicked off into the air, getting herself closer to Angelo - and more specifically to the dead tree just a few feet to Angelo's left. A fireball formed in her hand, and she threw it at the tree. The rotting wood went up instantly.
He flinched, a fragment of his old personality surfacing and reminding him that fire was an object of terror, and moved to the right, as far away from the tree as he could get while still keeping his eyes on Angel.
"Right," Angel breathed, inching a little bit higher. She wasn't sure how far Angelo's skin could reach, but staying airborne was probably the best idea. She aimed another fireball at the ground just in front of his feet, sending it off. It exploded right in front of him.
Blinking rapidly as he tried to get rid off the after-image, Angelo stumbled backwards, away from the remnants of the fireball that were still smouldering their way out.
"Perfect," Angel hissed, looking around quickly to locate the portal, finding it a bit of ways off to their right. Right-o. She kicked off, flying a half circle around Angelo as she aimed at the ground, creating a small of fire.
He reacted just as she'd hoped, moving away from the fire and towards the portal. He was glaring at her all the while, occasionally lashing out when she seemed to be close enough.
She was forced to go off track when he attacked, feeling strangely like a fly avoiding a fly swatter. She couldn't set off another round with him flinging his skin around, so she changed it up a bit; the air around her body flickered and ignited, and she kept the flames close to her body as she swooped in, getting as close to Angelo as she could.
He grabbed at her, skin viciously sharp, only to twitch away at the last minute with the first contact of the flames.
As he flinched back, Angel landed, spreading her arms out and firing off from each hand, creating small walls of fire on either side of Angelo and giving him one direction to move in - towards the portal.
He fixed her with a murderous glare, but as the walls closed in front of him, where he was staying instinctively in the middle of Angel's corral, he began to fall back towards the portal.
There we go. One last fireball was sent off -- it exploded right at Angelo's feet.
He almost fell over to get away from it, which conveniently put him straight back through the doorway home.
"Bye-bye Angelo," Angel said as she let the flames around her die. They could take care of him on the other side. She stepped back and took off into the air to see where she was needed next.
Angel takes to the skies after a transformed Meggan.
Time spent too long in this place had gradually altered Meggan’s perceptions, and with it, her physical form. Stuck there so long, her body had gradually shifted to reflect the changes within. Her body had a thin layer of fur. Batwings with thin membranes, tipped with little talon-like claws were bared as she swooped in the air. She hissed when someone dared approach. She would fight to stay in what her current mindset considered home.
She dove in the direction of the closest threat. A winged threat.
Battling people you knew was the worst part of being an X-Man. It had happened far too often over the years, and of course, wasn't likely to stop. Warren had taken to the air almost immediately, playing his usual role of scout and air support, searching out those they were here to rescue. They weren't immediately easy to find, especially considering the overwhelming number of demons that were getting in the way. Warren wasn't alone in the sky, many of the demons taking to the sky and flinging themselves at him. He'd already tossed some of them back to the ground when a new threat barrelled towards him.
Not a demon, but someone that resembled one. There was enough of a resemblance that Warren recognised her and rolled to get out of the way. He didn't attack back, instead shifting into defensive mode, winging higher and hoping Meggan would follow.
Meggan immediately circled back once she had missed catching at something of him with little claws. She did indeed follow him, dodging around several demons to keep him in her line of sight, despite several near collisions. “Get back here,” she screeched in annoyance. She would have tried to sound like herself, begged him to come back sweetly, but knew there was no way fall for that. She needed to catch him. She was getting closer to him now.
"Catch me if you can!" Warren flung back at her, twisting and turning as much as he could. He was slowly guiding them both towards the way out, maybe he could trick Meggan into following him out of there.
“Oh, I will!” Meggan growled back as she followed close behind. She was always just far enough behind that she felt she could eventually pounce. She was looking to find an opening—because there just had to be a way in all that zig zagging to get around in front and block him from getting away. He wouldn’t like it when she did.
After a few minutes of the chase, Warren deliberately slowed, climbing as high as he could. It seemed like he was tiring - though he wasn't, and once Meggan was close enough he twisted abruptly, reaching out to snatch a hold of her.
Meggan had been so intent on the chase, on her prey, that she had not expected that last turn, and started in surprise. “Let go!” She struggled to turn around, or find a way to twist around until she could slash at his face, or his wings, or bite at anything that would make him release her. So far, to no avail--but she wasn’t giving up.
"Not if my life depended on it, sweetheart." Tightening his arms around her further, and ignoring her struggles, he dove straight for the exit to the mansion. Time to go home.
Over the blighted landscape, the battle raged. Friend against friend, rescuers trying desperately to subdue without injury, while their missing associates fought back with savage abandon. Except one, who kept by the glowing white portal that lead home, protecting it as he'd been instructed.
Pixie zipped and darted amid the battle, scattering dust to keep things hot. It was the stuff of nightmares, bringing the captives' fears to life and causing the would-be rescuers to be haunted by paranoid thoughts of the very people they were trying to rescue. The dead vegetation and twisted forms of lava easily took on monstrous shapes under her cloud of dust. It was perfect chaos.
She drifted up a few meters to take it all in, a grin splitting her face. She felt taller, stronger and faster than she'd ever felt before in her life. Then she noticed the lone figure by the portal. The corner of her mouth twitched and she moved closer, teleporting the last few meters and reappearing above him in a puff of dust.
Perfect chaos. And here was Billy off on the sidelines. Oh, he understood why. He was the least experienced of the group, pulled into the team more of desperation than readiness. And guarding the portal WAS important. If it was lost, they might not be able to open another. Still, that didn't mean he was happy just standing and waiting.
He'd grabbed his staff at the last moment before leaving. Even though it didn't really do anything, it still was comforting to hold it, especially in this barren place. He gripped it tightly, traces of blue electricity occasionally flickering across the black wood as he stood ready. He scanned the area in front of him, trying to keep tabs on everyone he could see.
"Are you lost?" Pixie cooed as if to a child or puppy. She paused just short of dusting the boy because the black staff caught her eye. Perhaps she could get the boy to divulge some information before she tossed him into the fray. "That's quite the staff you have there." She seemed to remember some piece of information about it, but she wasn't willing to give up control over her former self in order to probe that memory further. Blue electricity reflected in her all-black eyes.
Firestar finds herself dealing with Angelo.
"Okay, Angelo, we're both reasonable people..."
Angel had her hands up, backing off slowly. She really didn't want to fight Angelo, but she highly doubted she actually had a choice. She took another step back, eyes sweeping over Angelo, taking in the flaps of skin hanging off of him. Those were going to hurt when he inevitably attacked.
"We can talk about this. Right?"
He snarled at her, not bothering to answer verbally and not seeming to even recognize her as a friend - which was probably all the answer she needed.
It was. Angel dropped her hands to her side, blue flames sparking around her fingers. Angelo was flammable, setting him on fire was a bad idea. But everything else was fair game.
She kicked off into the air, getting herself closer to Angelo - and more specifically to the dead tree just a few feet to Angelo's left. A fireball formed in her hand, and she threw it at the tree. The rotting wood went up instantly.
He flinched, a fragment of his old personality surfacing and reminding him that fire was an object of terror, and moved to the right, as far away from the tree as he could get while still keeping his eyes on Angel.
"Right," Angel breathed, inching a little bit higher. She wasn't sure how far Angelo's skin could reach, but staying airborne was probably the best idea. She aimed another fireball at the ground just in front of his feet, sending it off. It exploded right in front of him.
Blinking rapidly as he tried to get rid off the after-image, Angelo stumbled backwards, away from the remnants of the fireball that were still smouldering their way out.
"Perfect," Angel hissed, looking around quickly to locate the portal, finding it a bit of ways off to their right. Right-o. She kicked off, flying a half circle around Angelo as she aimed at the ground, creating a small of fire.
He reacted just as she'd hoped, moving away from the fire and towards the portal. He was glaring at her all the while, occasionally lashing out when she seemed to be close enough.
She was forced to go off track when he attacked, feeling strangely like a fly avoiding a fly swatter. She couldn't set off another round with him flinging his skin around, so she changed it up a bit; the air around her body flickered and ignited, and she kept the flames close to her body as she swooped in, getting as close to Angelo as she could.
He grabbed at her, skin viciously sharp, only to twitch away at the last minute with the first contact of the flames.
As he flinched back, Angel landed, spreading her arms out and firing off from each hand, creating small walls of fire on either side of Angelo and giving him one direction to move in - towards the portal.
He fixed her with a murderous glare, but as the walls closed in front of him, where he was staying instinctively in the middle of Angel's corral, he began to fall back towards the portal.
There we go. One last fireball was sent off -- it exploded right at Angelo's feet.
He almost fell over to get away from it, which conveniently put him straight back through the doorway home.
"Bye-bye Angelo," Angel said as she let the flames around her die. They could take care of him on the other side. She stepped back and took off into the air to see where she was needed next.
Angel takes to the skies after a transformed Meggan.
Time spent too long in this place had gradually altered Meggan’s perceptions, and with it, her physical form. Stuck there so long, her body had gradually shifted to reflect the changes within. Her body had a thin layer of fur. Batwings with thin membranes, tipped with little talon-like claws were bared as she swooped in the air. She hissed when someone dared approach. She would fight to stay in what her current mindset considered home.
She dove in the direction of the closest threat. A winged threat.
Battling people you knew was the worst part of being an X-Man. It had happened far too often over the years, and of course, wasn't likely to stop. Warren had taken to the air almost immediately, playing his usual role of scout and air support, searching out those they were here to rescue. They weren't immediately easy to find, especially considering the overwhelming number of demons that were getting in the way. Warren wasn't alone in the sky, many of the demons taking to the sky and flinging themselves at him. He'd already tossed some of them back to the ground when a new threat barrelled towards him.
Not a demon, but someone that resembled one. There was enough of a resemblance that Warren recognised her and rolled to get out of the way. He didn't attack back, instead shifting into defensive mode, winging higher and hoping Meggan would follow.
Meggan immediately circled back once she had missed catching at something of him with little claws. She did indeed follow him, dodging around several demons to keep him in her line of sight, despite several near collisions. “Get back here,” she screeched in annoyance. She would have tried to sound like herself, begged him to come back sweetly, but knew there was no way fall for that. She needed to catch him. She was getting closer to him now.
"Catch me if you can!" Warren flung back at her, twisting and turning as much as he could. He was slowly guiding them both towards the way out, maybe he could trick Meggan into following him out of there.
“Oh, I will!” Meggan growled back as she followed close behind. She was always just far enough behind that she felt she could eventually pounce. She was looking to find an opening—because there just had to be a way in all that zig zagging to get around in front and block him from getting away. He wouldn’t like it when she did.
After a few minutes of the chase, Warren deliberately slowed, climbing as high as he could. It seemed like he was tiring - though he wasn't, and once Meggan was close enough he twisted abruptly, reaching out to snatch a hold of her.
Meggan had been so intent on the chase, on her prey, that she had not expected that last turn, and started in surprise. “Let go!” She struggled to turn around, or find a way to twist around until she could slash at his face, or his wings, or bite at anything that would make him release her. So far, to no avail--but she wasn’t giving up.
"Not if my life depended on it, sweetheart." Tightening his arms around her further, and ignoring her struggles, he dove straight for the exit to the mansion. Time to go home.
