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xp_logsThe motley team ends up in Central Park to intercept the Disir.
The growing darkness of Central Park was split as a beam of white light cut through the night, expanded and then disappeared to reveal a collection of mutants standing in the middle. Valkyrie tossed away the now exhausted Asgardian charm that had been used to teleport them to the location. Her senses had given her a broad sense of where the Disir were and where they were going, but now this close, other methods were needed.
"Amanda, is the city telling you anything about where these Disir are?" Kane said, searching the pools of city lights for any sign. "We have to be close."
The witch knelt on the slightly damp grass and pushed her hands through the ground until she was sunk into New York up to the elbows. Closing her eyes, she was quiet for a few moments, listening to what the city had to say.
Her eyes, when she opened them again, held the brief flash of the city's lights, and her voice had an odd echo to it, as if many were speaking through one. "Very close," she said.
"Heading straight for the Triskelion." She cast her inward-looking gaze around, and then pointed to where the skyscrapers of Manhattan towered against the sky.
"They're still in the park, but we'll have to hurry if we want to keep them here. I can 'port ahead of them and herd them back, but I can't take anyone with me."
With a slight "shlorp" noise, she pulled her other hand out of the ground and stood up, brushing grass off her jeans. "Also, Macy's is having a sale and some idiots are protesting the local production of Julius Caeser again." She shook her head, as if dislodging something. "Sorry, things are really noisy tonight."
Angelo had turned out with not only his sword, but the leather armour he'd never had the heart to get rid of, to get into the spirit of things. He nodded. "We'd better go head them off, then."
Illyana didn't say anything; her face was paler than usual, her lips pressed together on a 'Why do we have to go toward the danger?' that was obvious enough anyway, and her arms crossed protectively over her stomach. She was wearing a jean jacket of Rahne's, rolling the hem of one sleeve back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, and she finally made herself nod.
"Macy's is always having a sale, and it is always frumpy old woman clothes." Marie-Ange muttered. She would have been the picture of modern warfare - charcoal body armor under a windbreaker, taped hands, a discreet comm piece in her ear - if it was not for the flash of colour as she flipped a tarot card in her free hand -- and the pair of battle axes that faded into and out of existence whenever she flipped the card face-up. "Comm groups are checking in, Cypher is randomizing frequencies, your earpieces will pick up his signals automatically, I will pay anyone who kills any giant black birds a hundred dollars." She had been picking feathers up since Paige had arrived. Damn ravens.
Doug poked at his own comm piece to seat it more firmly in his ear, then closed and stowed his slim netbook in a zippered pouch in his tac vest. "Default is your group only, double tap the piece to broadcast to everyone." He spent a moment to check his weapons - holdout pistol at the small of the back, a handful of throwing knives in his trousers...and then easing his Asgardian broadsword in its sheath on his back. He was actually surprised Garrison hadn't made a penis joke about it yet. Business first, he supposed. Kane would probably save it for the after-action.
Glancing around the park, Molly unfolded her arms and cracked her knuckles with a faint grin of excitement. It'd been awhile since she'd had a decent battle royale. She was wearing a pair of gloves and a deep, dark magenta jacket (fashionable, yet kinda warm), black shirt that said "'Unicorns are Lame' said no one ever" in white, a pair of deep emerald jeans, and glittery black Doc Martens. She had no weapons. All she needed was her fists and maybe a comm unit, which she tucked into her ear.
"Um....is it a good idea to make Odin mad, Mary-Angie?"
It wasn't every day that gave Tandy an excuse to breakout her Asgardian sword and armor for a battle. Some would could say she was overdoing it but when did she have the chance otherwise? She would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to it. "Angry Odin is a scary Odin."
Ty snorted as he checked the buckles on his armor to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. "You say that like all of them aren't cuckoo for coco puffs."
Valkyrie slowly turned her head towards Tyrone, a strange split in the focus of her gaze; Paige and the Valkyrie, an internal struggle evident in the clenching of her jaw. There was a beat before she let go of a held breath and tipped her helmet fully down over her face. "If you're done," she said, and strode down the path towards the lines of apartment buildings, shops, and restaurants that separated them and Triskelion.
The growing darkness of Central Park was split as a beam of white light cut through the night, expanded and then disappeared to reveal a collection of mutants standing in the middle. Valkyrie tossed away the now exhausted Asgardian charm that had been used to teleport them to the location. Her senses had given her a broad sense of where the Disir were and where they were going, but now this close, other methods were needed.
"Amanda, is the city telling you anything about where these Disir are?" Kane said, searching the pools of city lights for any sign. "We have to be close."
The witch knelt on the slightly damp grass and pushed her hands through the ground until she was sunk into New York up to the elbows. Closing her eyes, she was quiet for a few moments, listening to what the city had to say.
Her eyes, when she opened them again, held the brief flash of the city's lights, and her voice had an odd echo to it, as if many were speaking through one. "Very close," she said.
"Heading straight for the Triskelion." She cast her inward-looking gaze around, and then pointed to where the skyscrapers of Manhattan towered against the sky.
"They're still in the park, but we'll have to hurry if we want to keep them here. I can 'port ahead of them and herd them back, but I can't take anyone with me."
With a slight "shlorp" noise, she pulled her other hand out of the ground and stood up, brushing grass off her jeans. "Also, Macy's is having a sale and some idiots are protesting the local production of Julius Caeser again." She shook her head, as if dislodging something. "Sorry, things are really noisy tonight."
Angelo had turned out with not only his sword, but the leather armour he'd never had the heart to get rid of, to get into the spirit of things. He nodded. "We'd better go head them off, then."
Illyana didn't say anything; her face was paler than usual, her lips pressed together on a 'Why do we have to go toward the danger?' that was obvious enough anyway, and her arms crossed protectively over her stomach. She was wearing a jean jacket of Rahne's, rolling the hem of one sleeve back and forth between her thumb and forefinger, and she finally made herself nod.
"Macy's is always having a sale, and it is always frumpy old woman clothes." Marie-Ange muttered. She would have been the picture of modern warfare - charcoal body armor under a windbreaker, taped hands, a discreet comm piece in her ear - if it was not for the flash of colour as she flipped a tarot card in her free hand -- and the pair of battle axes that faded into and out of existence whenever she flipped the card face-up. "Comm groups are checking in, Cypher is randomizing frequencies, your earpieces will pick up his signals automatically, I will pay anyone who kills any giant black birds a hundred dollars." She had been picking feathers up since Paige had arrived. Damn ravens.
Doug poked at his own comm piece to seat it more firmly in his ear, then closed and stowed his slim netbook in a zippered pouch in his tac vest. "Default is your group only, double tap the piece to broadcast to everyone." He spent a moment to check his weapons - holdout pistol at the small of the back, a handful of throwing knives in his trousers...and then easing his Asgardian broadsword in its sheath on his back. He was actually surprised Garrison hadn't made a penis joke about it yet. Business first, he supposed. Kane would probably save it for the after-action.
Glancing around the park, Molly unfolded her arms and cracked her knuckles with a faint grin of excitement. It'd been awhile since she'd had a decent battle royale. She was wearing a pair of gloves and a deep, dark magenta jacket (fashionable, yet kinda warm), black shirt that said "'Unicorns are Lame' said no one ever" in white, a pair of deep emerald jeans, and glittery black Doc Martens. She had no weapons. All she needed was her fists and maybe a comm unit, which she tucked into her ear.
"Um....is it a good idea to make Odin mad, Mary-Angie?"
It wasn't every day that gave Tandy an excuse to breakout her Asgardian sword and armor for a battle. Some would could say she was overdoing it but when did she have the chance otherwise? She would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to it. "Angry Odin is a scary Odin."
Ty snorted as he checked the buckles on his armor to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. "You say that like all of them aren't cuckoo for coco puffs."
Valkyrie slowly turned her head towards Tyrone, a strange split in the focus of her gaze; Paige and the Valkyrie, an internal struggle evident in the clenching of her jaw. There was a beat before she let go of a held breath and tipped her helmet fully down over her face. "If you're done," she said, and strode down the path towards the lines of apartment buildings, shops, and restaurants that separated them and Triskelion.
