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xp_logs The X-Men on the roof face stiff resistance.
"You know, once, just once I'd love to have a welcome party that was you know, welcoming," Scott noted sourly as he back-pedalled away from a whirling machine of stabbyness, "It's always bullets, flame and pointy things, never leis and a feast...although a feast would probably make me even more suspicious." The X-man noted ricocheting a forceblast off the roof and into one of the machines to drive it into another with a horrendous screech of metal.
"Fat chance of that and ya know it." Logan grunted as he ducked under a heavy mechanical arm and clawed out its innards with his next movement. "Better the obvious welcome mat than somethin' we gotta be on guard for." He panted slightly as he rolled into several more automatons, taking them out at the knees and growling when they toppled on top of him.
The clockwork nature of the defenses meant that Jean-Phillipe's ability to fry electronics was of very little utility, but he still moved gamely into the fray, covering each of his teammate's backs in equal measure. He directed a few powerful blasts at the base of one particular emplacement, concentrating on the tar paper of the roof. Enough current and the incidental heat should melt the roofing material and gum things up.
It seemed like the X-Men were effectively managing the situation. Clockwork and parts were scattering across the roof, while other automatons were stuck to the roof, thanks to the application of heat and electricity. But as fast as the robots were dismantled, others were taking their place, this time spouting jets of flame and globs of pitch at the mutants.
Angel aimed at the blobs, intent on burning them out of the air - only to have them catch fire. "Oh come on!" She complained. "Note to self, don't light shit on fire if you don't know what it does." She dove at the blob she'd lit on fire to keep it from hitting anyone else.
"Isn't that a sign in the basement?" Clarice asked, opening a portal and sending the fiery glob elsewhere. "'X days since I set shit on fire for science?'" If it wasn't a sign, she was going to make it one. Personally, she was not a fan of fire or anything burning, especially if it was her. It made the scarred burn patch on her back itch. She was getting in over her head now, she was good with projectiles, less so with flame. She had at least found herself a place where she could make little portals to send anything coming towards her away and gone.
Jean-Phillipe snorted as he ducked and rolled from a gout of flame. Memories of those sort of safety signs at the docks, and him and his coworkers mocking them and the faux-cheerfulness and optimism of managers. A simpler time. He took cover behind one of the broken automatons, letting it take the worst of the onslaught. That gave him an idea, though...he frantically pulled at broken pieces of clockwork, attempting to shape them into a shield.
"I don't think that applies to just science," Scott pointed out as he used his force blasts to block as many of the projectiles flying around as possible, "A general mansion wide board showing the number of days...lets be honest hours since the last time something was set on fire or blown up."
As if responding to the X-Men's counter attacks, the automatons circled the EM generator, facing outwards and firing near-constantly. The air was filled with burning balls of black, sticky tar and pitch, and the few stabby machines that had survived joined the fray, honing in on where the various X-Men were taking cover.
"Christ!" Angel yelped as she gave up trying to dodge and just put a up a heat bubble around herself for the things to bounce off of. It was like one of those...pitching machine things. The ones that whipped baseballs or tennis balls out at people to hit. "Should've brought a bat!"
"You'd need an endless supply!" Sticky shit was going to be the end of him. He was trying his damnedest not to get hit by any of the pitch but still ended up catching spatters all over. Burns he could deal with if the flames went out quick. The being engulfed in flames he could do without. He dove behind an A/C unit next to a pile of gears and metalwork. He grabbed a leg and tossed it back in the direction of the fire and flames. "Anyone got fire extinguishers? Sooner we get the fire taken care of the better for our hides."
"I....can do that," Blink realized. Or well, she could go get a fire extinguisher. That didn't seem to be a great use of her talents right here, but it was actually possible. "Or cover. Cover is better," she decided, using her portals to catch and remove the flying fireballs.
"You know, once, just once I'd love to have a welcome party that was you know, welcoming," Scott noted sourly as he back-pedalled away from a whirling machine of stabbyness, "It's always bullets, flame and pointy things, never leis and a feast...although a feast would probably make me even more suspicious." The X-man noted ricocheting a forceblast off the roof and into one of the machines to drive it into another with a horrendous screech of metal.
"Fat chance of that and ya know it." Logan grunted as he ducked under a heavy mechanical arm and clawed out its innards with his next movement. "Better the obvious welcome mat than somethin' we gotta be on guard for." He panted slightly as he rolled into several more automatons, taking them out at the knees and growling when they toppled on top of him.
The clockwork nature of the defenses meant that Jean-Phillipe's ability to fry electronics was of very little utility, but he still moved gamely into the fray, covering each of his teammate's backs in equal measure. He directed a few powerful blasts at the base of one particular emplacement, concentrating on the tar paper of the roof. Enough current and the incidental heat should melt the roofing material and gum things up.
It seemed like the X-Men were effectively managing the situation. Clockwork and parts were scattering across the roof, while other automatons were stuck to the roof, thanks to the application of heat and electricity. But as fast as the robots were dismantled, others were taking their place, this time spouting jets of flame and globs of pitch at the mutants.
Angel aimed at the blobs, intent on burning them out of the air - only to have them catch fire. "Oh come on!" She complained. "Note to self, don't light shit on fire if you don't know what it does." She dove at the blob she'd lit on fire to keep it from hitting anyone else.
"Isn't that a sign in the basement?" Clarice asked, opening a portal and sending the fiery glob elsewhere. "'X days since I set shit on fire for science?'" If it wasn't a sign, she was going to make it one. Personally, she was not a fan of fire or anything burning, especially if it was her. It made the scarred burn patch on her back itch. She was getting in over her head now, she was good with projectiles, less so with flame. She had at least found herself a place where she could make little portals to send anything coming towards her away and gone.
Jean-Phillipe snorted as he ducked and rolled from a gout of flame. Memories of those sort of safety signs at the docks, and him and his coworkers mocking them and the faux-cheerfulness and optimism of managers. A simpler time. He took cover behind one of the broken automatons, letting it take the worst of the onslaught. That gave him an idea, though...he frantically pulled at broken pieces of clockwork, attempting to shape them into a shield.
"I don't think that applies to just science," Scott pointed out as he used his force blasts to block as many of the projectiles flying around as possible, "A general mansion wide board showing the number of days...lets be honest hours since the last time something was set on fire or blown up."
As if responding to the X-Men's counter attacks, the automatons circled the EM generator, facing outwards and firing near-constantly. The air was filled with burning balls of black, sticky tar and pitch, and the few stabby machines that had survived joined the fray, honing in on where the various X-Men were taking cover.
"Christ!" Angel yelped as she gave up trying to dodge and just put a up a heat bubble around herself for the things to bounce off of. It was like one of those...pitching machine things. The ones that whipped baseballs or tennis balls out at people to hit. "Should've brought a bat!"
"You'd need an endless supply!" Sticky shit was going to be the end of him. He was trying his damnedest not to get hit by any of the pitch but still ended up catching spatters all over. Burns he could deal with if the flames went out quick. The being engulfed in flames he could do without. He dove behind an A/C unit next to a pile of gears and metalwork. He grabbed a leg and tossed it back in the direction of the fire and flames. "Anyone got fire extinguishers? Sooner we get the fire taken care of the better for our hides."
"I....can do that," Blink realized. Or well, she could go get a fire extinguisher. That didn't seem to be a great use of her talents right here, but it was actually possible. "Or cover. Cover is better," she decided, using her portals to catch and remove the flying fireballs.
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