Operation: Mutant of the Seas 18
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xp_logsEmma, Amanda and Felicia move to secure the Captain.
Captain Mudd was in fine form at his private party. There was an advantage to running a debauched den of sin, he considered, as he hoovered another line of cocaine from the swell of a naked woman’s breast. In Genosha he’d had a rather quiet and dull life. This sort of display of sin would have shocked him. Oh, but once they had started to run their cruises and see what the rich and powerful got up to, he quickly abandoned those small quips of morality. Once you understood, like they did, that the screams and sobs and pleading of the underclasses was no more consequential than the bleating of animals, you learned to shut out the words. Even to enjoy them.
He stepped past a naked powercouple from DC; a senior lobbyist and a House representative angling for a major committee post as they beat a local teen savagely with barbed whips. It was distasteful, but their jaded lifestyle had numbed them to normal foreplay without a healthy coating of blood. He stepped through the door into the outer room, where a more sedate party was taking place. Here, the idea of indulgence would be simple affairs, quick moments on abandoned balconies and vomiting up a mixture of champagne and cocaine before starting all over again.
It was time to play host. He snapped his fingers to call over a server for a glass of wine.
The server was a young, blonde woman, her hair piled up on her head to accentuate the line of her neck and her skirt barely this side of 'decent'. As she offered his one of the glasses on her tray, her gaze flickered up to meet his. Her eyes were blue, cold, hard and unmistakably familiar.
"Long time, no see, 'Captain'," Amanda said sweetly, before swinging the tray around to connect solidly with the side of his head.
A sharp yelp was added to the confused murmurs of the few guests who could care about the goings on of people not themselves. A dark haired man clutched his nose, now bleeding, and backed away, as Felicia stood up, smoothing down her hiked up skirt. "Thank god you finally showed up. Now, if you'll just come with us nicely? Or not, my companion here seems to really like invoking head trauma and I have no reason to stop her."
"Now, now," murmured Emma, stepping away from the railing where she'd apparently been taking in the air, to quote some feeble Jane Austen heroine. "Why invoke head trauma when one can invoke so many other forms of pain?I feel I barely know you, Captain Mudd, but I'm so very pleased to repair that omission now."Emma smiled and the outer room suddenly began to drain of people as Emma's power reached out in a tiny stabs of quite sudden sea-sickness, roiling the stomachs of those it reached.
Mudd clutched his bleeding head, moaning from the pain. "What are you- Guards! Gua- mutate! Protect me!"
That was its cue. The mutate growled from the corner, and leapt in between Emma and the Captain. Protect was its only mandate.
Extending its hands, whip-like strands of energy suddenly appeared and with a shocking precision, it attacked, forcing Emma to flash diamond to stop it from burning her arms. Whirling to face the room, it growled again, the whips pulsating with light.
"Shite," Amanda growled under her breath. She hurled the serving tray at the mutate's head to distract it from Emma and Felicia and jumped forward, clapping her hands together and casting a shield around the mutate. It wouldn't last long, she knew, but it would give Emma a shot.
"Noooooope..." Felicia commented slowly, eyes wide and only pausing momentarily when she realized she'd said it out loud. With a few quick steps she put a table between herself and the mutate, grabbing a steak knife from the dining set as she circled around, closer to Mudd but at least further away from potential maiming.
The mutate snarled as it tried to attack but it was stuck. Lashing out with its whips, it felt the shield weakening, which made the mutate more animated. Using all of its strength, it broke through but at the loss of its control. Energy shot everywhere, attacking without discrimination.
"Hopefully that will buff out," muttered Emma as energy cascaded through her diamond form, faint curls of smoke beginning to form at the edges of her white leather catsuit (always a girl's best option for a day likely to include both debauched partying and acts of mutant terrorism). Fortunately, the mutate's loss of control had broken its concentration on the people around it. It barely even noticed as Emma strode forward and drove a diamond fist deep into its solar plexus, driving breath and energy out of the mutate with a great whoof of air.
The mutate went flying into a wall as it screamed incomprehensibly. It had long ago lost its tiny sense of reason and was now operating on pure instinct. Baring its claws and emitting a high pitched scream, it launched itself back into the group, with a complete lack of regard for anyone.
A flash of blonde hair and then Amanda was on its back, jumping up from where she'd been hurled to the floor earlier when her spell had been broken. The witch was small, but wiry, and she wrapped her legs tightly around the mutate's waist while at the same time putting a choke hold on him? her? - she couldn't tell and that made her even angrier at the way a human being had been turned into a thing - trying to avoid the flailing energy whips. The smell of nylon, hair and skin sizzling attested to her lack of success in that department. "Cat!" she managed to gasp out, holding on for grim death. "It needs orders from its handler! Tell Mudd to make it stand down!"
Stepping out from where she had stuck to the wall and slowly managed herself behind him, Felicia snaked one arm around Mudd's torso, the other hand holding her knife against his throat, pressing just hard enough to remind him that this was a high class place and they had staff to make sure no one had to work too hard to cut their steak. "What she said. I like this dress but I have a very good dry cleaner and am not overly attached to you."
Emma swore as Mudd’s terror at Felicia’s threats turned him into a babbling fool. A quick tap of her mind against his confirmed that his ability to turn mutant powers aside remained in place, though Emma was fairly certain, judging by certain stress points that she could break in if she tried hard enough. But there wasn’t time.
What there was, however, was an opening. Not Mudd’s mind – the mutate’s concentration had come back as its master was threatened, a pure focus on protection. And that level of single focus left the rest of its mind wide open. Emma’s attack was neither pretty nor elegant; just a brutal lash of sheer telepathic force straight into the mutate’s brain, a lash into pain centres that made the mutate suddenly arc back and extinguished its energy whips in a wail of agony, followed instantly by a crashing blow into its sleep centres, dropping it like a stone.
Captain Mudd was in fine form at his private party. There was an advantage to running a debauched den of sin, he considered, as he hoovered another line of cocaine from the swell of a naked woman’s breast. In Genosha he’d had a rather quiet and dull life. This sort of display of sin would have shocked him. Oh, but once they had started to run their cruises and see what the rich and powerful got up to, he quickly abandoned those small quips of morality. Once you understood, like they did, that the screams and sobs and pleading of the underclasses was no more consequential than the bleating of animals, you learned to shut out the words. Even to enjoy them.
He stepped past a naked powercouple from DC; a senior lobbyist and a House representative angling for a major committee post as they beat a local teen savagely with barbed whips. It was distasteful, but their jaded lifestyle had numbed them to normal foreplay without a healthy coating of blood. He stepped through the door into the outer room, where a more sedate party was taking place. Here, the idea of indulgence would be simple affairs, quick moments on abandoned balconies and vomiting up a mixture of champagne and cocaine before starting all over again.
It was time to play host. He snapped his fingers to call over a server for a glass of wine.
The server was a young, blonde woman, her hair piled up on her head to accentuate the line of her neck and her skirt barely this side of 'decent'. As she offered his one of the glasses on her tray, her gaze flickered up to meet his. Her eyes were blue, cold, hard and unmistakably familiar.
"Long time, no see, 'Captain'," Amanda said sweetly, before swinging the tray around to connect solidly with the side of his head.
A sharp yelp was added to the confused murmurs of the few guests who could care about the goings on of people not themselves. A dark haired man clutched his nose, now bleeding, and backed away, as Felicia stood up, smoothing down her hiked up skirt. "Thank god you finally showed up. Now, if you'll just come with us nicely? Or not, my companion here seems to really like invoking head trauma and I have no reason to stop her."
"Now, now," murmured Emma, stepping away from the railing where she'd apparently been taking in the air, to quote some feeble Jane Austen heroine. "Why invoke head trauma when one can invoke so many other forms of pain?I feel I barely know you, Captain Mudd, but I'm so very pleased to repair that omission now."Emma smiled and the outer room suddenly began to drain of people as Emma's power reached out in a tiny stabs of quite sudden sea-sickness, roiling the stomachs of those it reached.
Mudd clutched his bleeding head, moaning from the pain. "What are you- Guards! Gua- mutate! Protect me!"
That was its cue. The mutate growled from the corner, and leapt in between Emma and the Captain. Protect was its only mandate.
Extending its hands, whip-like strands of energy suddenly appeared and with a shocking precision, it attacked, forcing Emma to flash diamond to stop it from burning her arms. Whirling to face the room, it growled again, the whips pulsating with light.
"Shite," Amanda growled under her breath. She hurled the serving tray at the mutate's head to distract it from Emma and Felicia and jumped forward, clapping her hands together and casting a shield around the mutate. It wouldn't last long, she knew, but it would give Emma a shot.
"Noooooope..." Felicia commented slowly, eyes wide and only pausing momentarily when she realized she'd said it out loud. With a few quick steps she put a table between herself and the mutate, grabbing a steak knife from the dining set as she circled around, closer to Mudd but at least further away from potential maiming.
The mutate snarled as it tried to attack but it was stuck. Lashing out with its whips, it felt the shield weakening, which made the mutate more animated. Using all of its strength, it broke through but at the loss of its control. Energy shot everywhere, attacking without discrimination.
"Hopefully that will buff out," muttered Emma as energy cascaded through her diamond form, faint curls of smoke beginning to form at the edges of her white leather catsuit (always a girl's best option for a day likely to include both debauched partying and acts of mutant terrorism). Fortunately, the mutate's loss of control had broken its concentration on the people around it. It barely even noticed as Emma strode forward and drove a diamond fist deep into its solar plexus, driving breath and energy out of the mutate with a great whoof of air.
The mutate went flying into a wall as it screamed incomprehensibly. It had long ago lost its tiny sense of reason and was now operating on pure instinct. Baring its claws and emitting a high pitched scream, it launched itself back into the group, with a complete lack of regard for anyone.
A flash of blonde hair and then Amanda was on its back, jumping up from where she'd been hurled to the floor earlier when her spell had been broken. The witch was small, but wiry, and she wrapped her legs tightly around the mutate's waist while at the same time putting a choke hold on him? her? - she couldn't tell and that made her even angrier at the way a human being had been turned into a thing - trying to avoid the flailing energy whips. The smell of nylon, hair and skin sizzling attested to her lack of success in that department. "Cat!" she managed to gasp out, holding on for grim death. "It needs orders from its handler! Tell Mudd to make it stand down!"
Stepping out from where she had stuck to the wall and slowly managed herself behind him, Felicia snaked one arm around Mudd's torso, the other hand holding her knife against his throat, pressing just hard enough to remind him that this was a high class place and they had staff to make sure no one had to work too hard to cut their steak. "What she said. I like this dress but I have a very good dry cleaner and am not overly attached to you."
Emma swore as Mudd’s terror at Felicia’s threats turned him into a babbling fool. A quick tap of her mind against his confirmed that his ability to turn mutant powers aside remained in place, though Emma was fairly certain, judging by certain stress points that she could break in if she tried hard enough. But there wasn’t time.
What there was, however, was an opening. Not Mudd’s mind – the mutate’s concentration had come back as its master was threatened, a pure focus on protection. And that level of single focus left the rest of its mind wide open. Emma’s attack was neither pretty nor elegant; just a brutal lash of sheer telepathic force straight into the mutate’s brain, a lash into pain centres that made the mutate suddenly arc back and extinguished its energy whips in a wail of agony, followed instantly by a crashing blow into its sleep centres, dropping it like a stone.
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