Genesis - Part Two
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xp_logsTheir visitor emerges.
"We meet again, Ms. Hayes," Marius remarked as Molly let herself into the basement. At Namor's instruction he had armed himself, although being more inclined to the hand-to-hand he had chosen a baton. There were only a limited number of ways one could go wrong with a blunt object, he reasoned, but perhaps he should ask Echo for a few pointers after this.
"Did anybody touch anything or is this a unexpected visitors kinda breach?" Molly said, making a face as she checked the console (the monitors of which were spiking and beeping like crazy). She had a feeling Namor or Marius didn't but never hurt to ask.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Lights started to flash, and a heavy feeling of ionization filled the air.
"Something's coming through. Get ready!"
"Molly Hayes," came a low growl from down closer to the portal. "I strongly advise you never again question my security alerts. That situation," Namor wasn't facing her, but the pause held a pointed smile, "would only be irrefutably awkward." The Atlantean was pacing, trident in hand, and as he moved he twirled the weapon needlessly over his shoulders and through his fingers. A showy display of nerves, perhaps. More of a warning.
He glanced toward Marius and spoke like he was rattling something regrettable, "The first line of defense is automatic. Do not approach the anomaly directly. The science corps has rigged a rather clever – or so they assure me – trap to subdue hostiles without the need for combat. "
"Ah, I suspected something of the sort. I did experience the offensive capabilities of the drones firsthand. Not that I would have been inclined to engage strange anomalies," Marius added, only a little disingenuously. He would allow it dependent upon the anomaly.
"Still," he continued, "are you assured we three are enough? Not that the two of you couldn't put me through a wall without breaking a sweat, but it could be anything on its way through, correct? With any number of heads, and optionally tentacles?"
"We should be so fortunate," Namor said. He had procured his phone from somewhere, as it didn't seem his pants had pockets. A quick swipe. A couple taps. He turned to the control booth, tapping his weapon on the floor for emphasis. "Excalibur has many weapons – aid has been requested. Molly Hayes, Her Grace will likely arrive in style."
There were few people who Namor would call 'Her Grace,' so that narrowed down the list quite a lot. "Uh...preferably in very quick style," Molly said, her eyes widening as light began to erupt from the portal.
The light grew to near-blinding brightness, and a cacophony of sound rang throughout the room for several moments. When it finally faded, there were no tentacles or several headed beings as Marius feared there might.
Just a girl.
She lay on the ground a few steps from the portal, shock of pink hair held in her hands, eyes screwed shut. Her chest heaved in breath that was reminiscent of a fish out of water, gasping for air, a strange robe of sorts pooled around her.
These details were overshadowed by the complete aura of energy that surrounded her. It rolled off of her in waves, like watching heat rise from the asphalt on a hot summer's day. Everything in the room seemed drawn into her, stretching and reaching and bending for a taste of it, as if she was a wormhole in her own right. It was hard to look at, for though she emitted no light, the sheer magnitude of power burned the retina like a sun.
The girl, if she was a girl, seemed to not register the presence of the three mutants who stood before her, absorbed in acclimating from the shock of her interdimensional travel.
Illyana stepped daintily from a portal, Soulsword in hand and armor draping across her arms and torso to land just far enough mid-thigh to preserve some modesty. "If this is a drill, I am going to dump you in the tar pits." She scowled at the room in general, frown deepening at the trio before focusing in sharply on the woman just outside the portal. Her eyes narrowed, and she stalked closer, ignoring the gut-turning visuals and sensations she was getting with every step. When she decided that any closer was too dangerous, she stopped, then used the flat of her blade to tap against the heap of robes.
"Up." It was brusque, and her foot beat an impatient, metallic staccato as she waited. She had questions.
The girl’s eyes snapped open, and then everything started to move.
"We meet again, Ms. Hayes," Marius remarked as Molly let herself into the basement. At Namor's instruction he had armed himself, although being more inclined to the hand-to-hand he had chosen a baton. There were only a limited number of ways one could go wrong with a blunt object, he reasoned, but perhaps he should ask Echo for a few pointers after this.
"Did anybody touch anything or is this a unexpected visitors kinda breach?" Molly said, making a face as she checked the console (the monitors of which were spiking and beeping like crazy). She had a feeling Namor or Marius didn't but never hurt to ask.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Lights started to flash, and a heavy feeling of ionization filled the air.
"Something's coming through. Get ready!"
"Molly Hayes," came a low growl from down closer to the portal. "I strongly advise you never again question my security alerts. That situation," Namor wasn't facing her, but the pause held a pointed smile, "would only be irrefutably awkward." The Atlantean was pacing, trident in hand, and as he moved he twirled the weapon needlessly over his shoulders and through his fingers. A showy display of nerves, perhaps. More of a warning.
He glanced toward Marius and spoke like he was rattling something regrettable, "The first line of defense is automatic. Do not approach the anomaly directly. The science corps has rigged a rather clever – or so they assure me – trap to subdue hostiles without the need for combat. "
"Ah, I suspected something of the sort. I did experience the offensive capabilities of the drones firsthand. Not that I would have been inclined to engage strange anomalies," Marius added, only a little disingenuously. He would allow it dependent upon the anomaly.
"Still," he continued, "are you assured we three are enough? Not that the two of you couldn't put me through a wall without breaking a sweat, but it could be anything on its way through, correct? With any number of heads, and optionally tentacles?"
"We should be so fortunate," Namor said. He had procured his phone from somewhere, as it didn't seem his pants had pockets. A quick swipe. A couple taps. He turned to the control booth, tapping his weapon on the floor for emphasis. "Excalibur has many weapons – aid has been requested. Molly Hayes, Her Grace will likely arrive in style."
There were few people who Namor would call 'Her Grace,' so that narrowed down the list quite a lot. "Uh...preferably in very quick style," Molly said, her eyes widening as light began to erupt from the portal.
The light grew to near-blinding brightness, and a cacophony of sound rang throughout the room for several moments. When it finally faded, there were no tentacles or several headed beings as Marius feared there might.
Just a girl.
She lay on the ground a few steps from the portal, shock of pink hair held in her hands, eyes screwed shut. Her chest heaved in breath that was reminiscent of a fish out of water, gasping for air, a strange robe of sorts pooled around her.
These details were overshadowed by the complete aura of energy that surrounded her. It rolled off of her in waves, like watching heat rise from the asphalt on a hot summer's day. Everything in the room seemed drawn into her, stretching and reaching and bending for a taste of it, as if she was a wormhole in her own right. It was hard to look at, for though she emitted no light, the sheer magnitude of power burned the retina like a sun.
The girl, if she was a girl, seemed to not register the presence of the three mutants who stood before her, absorbed in acclimating from the shock of her interdimensional travel.
Illyana stepped daintily from a portal, Soulsword in hand and armor draping across her arms and torso to land just far enough mid-thigh to preserve some modesty. "If this is a drill, I am going to dump you in the tar pits." She scowled at the room in general, frown deepening at the trio before focusing in sharply on the woman just outside the portal. Her eyes narrowed, and she stalked closer, ignoring the gut-turning visuals and sensations she was getting with every step. When she decided that any closer was too dangerous, she stopped, then used the flat of her blade to tap against the heap of robes.
"Up." It was brusque, and her foot beat an impatient, metallic staccato as she waited. She had questions.
The girl’s eyes snapped open, and then everything started to move.
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:43 pm (UTC)