The Walking Tremor: [RP EVENT] Lance - Rescue Me.
There seemed to almost be a frozen moment when the dark-skinned woman saw Toad’s tongue lash out, and her brain reacted quickly with one sole thought:
Eww… I don’t even want to know what that would do to my tongue.
In hindsight, always 20/20, she should have been thinking more about emulating Kitty’s power once again—but she had been far too distracted to make that split-second decision, and went down with a bullet in a thick hunk of muscle making her world a searing wall of nothing but pain. Sure, she cried out, but less of it was a scream so much as a furious “SON OF A BITCH!” that likely echoed from the walls.
When she hit the floor, she sent the thin boy atop her flying, but he held on by his tongue to Adullo’s wrist and swung enough to catch himself, attempting to point the weapon somewhere else. He would definitely have some apologising to do after all of this… but for now, keep your focus.
Now Gayle understood Spanish—she spoke most major languages… but at the moment, it seemed to slip over her head—and she didn’t know quite what to say or what to ask for; all she could feel was pain… all she could think was blank buzzing.
“N-Necessito… a-ayudar…” she muttered quietly, forgetting that the language most of those present knew was, conversely, English. “Bitte?”
She could see those around her—but she was quickly getting dizzy.
Stay on the floor—the floor couldn’t spin too much, could it?
Didn’t seem like it could go any faster… not really.
When the gun went off and when it seemed more than clear to her that even with Hank’s…negotiating..that this man wasn’t going to back down that’s when Kitty took matters into her own hands once again—Wolverine style.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the stray bullet nail a teammate in the leg and watch her go down and Toad go flying. Wasting no time in letting that distraction to the man let up, Kitty lunged forward one hand phased through Toads tongue (much to her skeeved dismay) and through the mans hand to grab the gun and phase back through. The other hand, with no real predetermined thought behind it, reached forward through the threats leg, grabbed what she believed to be his tibia.
With her fingers wraped around it, it took much strength to be able to push it out of place and through the back end of his leg—only to be brought back through its front again. She watched the man fall to the ground, leveled to her, with the eyes of a predator. Uncaring, unfeeling and completely blocked off from what was going on around her, she stood then. Watching the man writhe in pain from a missing bone and pointed his gun point blank between the eyes. Gripping his bone tighter in her other hand as if she was willing it to break. Do I do it? It’s not necessary..he’s down and out. He’s a monster, I should do it. It wouldn’t be hard I just have to..And she tightened her slacked fingers around the metal of the guns grip. pull this trigger and he’ll be gone from this world—I’m sure no one would miss him. Her eyes narrowed with each thought; each inner argument she presented herself for both options.
The possibly the deepest dismay, Lance watched, helpless at to what was happening. Adullo bellowed out an agonized cry, like one he’d never heard before in his life. He watched the woman he loved so deeply transform into a cold, violent machine, almost as if she was doing more than she needed to take him down. She was merciless, far from the kind soul he had seen just a few days ago. With all his might, he mustered a shout, hot tears running down his cheeks. “Kitty, don’t!” he cried out, taking just a moment to catch enough breath, despite his pain, and speak again. “He’s… He’s my father.”
How could he still care so much? How could he still feel any amount of compassion for a man who did this to him, and threatened his most cherished love? He wasn’t sure. His mind was so mixed and confused. All he wanted was for it to end. He watched her, his arm reaching out to try and touch her before the bullet wound in his abdomen prevented him from doing so.
“… Please, Kitty.” He pleaded, trying to find those loving blue eyes he needed so desperately at this moment.
Adullo was entirely consumed in pain, unable to move and unable to even speak intelligibly. He simply muttered and moaned in incoherent Spanish.
When Kitty phased through him and took hold of the gun, the grey-green-skinned boy found it appropriate to let go. Now that he was disarmed, much of anyone in the room could defeat him in a tag-team fist-fight… so he doubted the man would chance his squandered odds.
But that was when his gut dropped—he began to feel that ever-present pang of guilt for what he had let happen to the counsellor, but of more current precedence (since there was no way he could really help her with that), his eyes locked fast to what Kitty was doing—and he felt his veins run cold as she brutally incapacitated the man, looking quite like more would be a piece of cake; an almost welcome challenge.
He had the urge to shout out; to try to stop it—but all he could do was observe in horror. When Lance’s cries rang in, however, he felt yet more of that icy sludge running through him—he had addressed her by name. This had to stop, now.
“Man, lay off! He’s a’ready down an’ out!” he jeered to the brown-haired girl, trying perhaps to stir up enough of a distraction for those in the room to forget Lance’s mission faux pas and maybe even get Kitty to come to her senses. “Ya’ shoot ‘im now an’ ya’ ain’t gonna’ have a place ta’ go back to!”
God, he hoped Rahne was helping Gayle, at this point—he didn’t dare look; all that blood would have made his stomach backflip.
At the very least, what Kitty had done was… less messy.
The Walking Tremor: [RP EVENT] Lance - Rescue Me.
Easily so the girl retained her intangible form through-out her run. Running the long distance without stopping was relatively easy, being unafraid by burly guards with guns was also easy—after training with Wolverine. However, it was maintaining the intangible form which was taxing and caused her brow to sweat under the pressure of it all, but she knew she couldn’t release the form even though her body pleaded with her to regain it’s solidity. She couldn’t regain her physical form, not when charging head first into a particularly dangerous situation.
If she were to go down in battle because of her reckless behavior then there was no way she could beat whoever was threatening Lance senseless but she also knew when they landed that if she hadn’t of acted recklessly than she had let a second go buy that would probably aid in Lance’s destruction. She couldn’t let that happen either. So there was was, running top speed, pushing her mutation to its limits in a desert in Mexico littered with assholes aiming fire arms at her. It was thankfully then that she saw two go down; Rahne must have hit the scene. She smiled, proud of the girls aim and pressed on.
It wasn’t long after that that Hank had caught up to her with his elongated strides it wasn’t a difficult task. She looked towards her teacher with determination and every resemblance to ‘Kitty Pryde’ was gone. The smile of the shallow, happy-go-lucky teenage girl was replaced with that of a military operative. She was steps from the warehouse when she finally said anything at all “Like, Sorry Professor McCoy, I’m going in.” Not even a second and a half after that last syllable and she disappeared through the wall of the warehouse.
Upon the other side of that wall, Shadowcat was dead frozen in her tracks, staring upon the scene. The calm and cool of a military operative washed from her face and was momentarily taken over by fear. She found herself choking upon tears at the scene of Lance—broken and bruised on the ground. She rushed towards him without bothering to check her surroundings and dropped down to her knees, her hands rushed over him—gently, only trying to see if he’d react..if he was conscious—if he was alive. “Oh god, Lance!” She choked out through tears. “Shit!” It was confirmed, what she was sure the gunshot she heard earlier had hit…it was confirmed. She suddenly felt all but helpless once again. It was only then that she broke away from her nightmarish scene and finally saw the figure of the so called ‘man’ that could do this and with a look of disgust and pure hatred she glared him down unable to yet move in her paralysis of anger and fear.
Standing tall and stone like, Adullo stared down at him. He watched his kin on the ground, wincing and clutching at the bleeding wound in his stomach. When Lance looked up, his eyes were filled with so many emotions. Fear of death, though previously he had not thought at all about it. Anger towards the man he once loved and called ‘father’, after having seen what the man was capable of. And lastly, regret. He’d never see her face again. He’d never hold her and tell her how much he loved her. He’s never get to show her just how perfect she was to him, how precious she was, how much he needed her. His eyes grew dull, knowing what was to come.
Adullo raised the handgun, aiming at Lance’s head. The teen didn’t move. He only waited for the last shot to be fired. Just as his finger pressed even slightly against the trigger, he heard a girl’s voice shout in English. He quickly glared up, seeing what appeared to be a small, teenaged girl rush in to the boy’s side.
Lance’s mind was sent into another spiral of shock and confusion as he saw her face. He wished he could have shouted. He wished he could have spoken at all louder than he did. “K-Kitty… Get out… of here.” He pleaded, his hand reaching and just barely able to cling to her arm.
The older man was somewhat confused, trying to think of how she was able to get in past the locks. Then it dawned on him. “Un mutante…” He growled out, lifting the gun again, but instead pointing at her. Now, he spoke in English, knowing she’d understand him. “I don’t know who you are, or why you came, but I will not let your kind live. No longer will I allow you monsters to shame me! Lancea will die, and so shall you!”
Lance’s heart nearly stopped dead in its tracks. Everything that was happening now was his fault. He was the only one to blame, if anything happened to her. Adullo’s finger drew the trigger back, and just before it fired, he said, “Go back to the devil who made you, abomination!”
When he’d been picked up and dragged along into the action, the boy couldn’t help but think that this was still not going to end well. He found himself clinging tight when the dark girl picked up speed, and startled by the sudden change in her stride—until he remembered that one line she’d mentioned: “I can do what you do”.
And then it all made sense.
“So ya’ can do anythin’ we can do?” he asked of the counsellor.
“Yep!” she replied with a watchful eye on her surroundings. “I’m still learning how much that really works, but I’ve got it down to a sort of science—if it’s physical, I have to touch someone. If it’s mental, I just have to be near them.”
“Cool,” was the only thing he could think, until he heard the gunshots being fired, and yelped out loud, ducking as low as he could. Gayle seemed to be a good transport, but the guards weren’t out just yet. Only one had really been taken out, which left two to continue trying to shoot them down… if he was counting right. “Well, me, Rahne, an’ the big guy got physical mutations… but Blackout’s like, a ghost-wrangla’ ‘er somethin’ an’ Shad’a’cat can phase through shit… an’ Avalanche can shake shit up; moves the earth.”
“I don’t know how far away I can be and still do it,” she warned, making a leap away from another shot aimed their way, causing Todd to grasp her even harder.
As they approached the building and Todd saw Kitty going through the wall into the building, he felt almost a sense of duty not to let her go in alone—it couldn’t end well.
“She ain’t gonna’ live long in ‘ere alone—we gotta’ find a way ta’ follow her,” he muttered, looking to those who had the outside under control. If they could find another entrance, it would be a lot less harsh to their stealth than bursting through the wall—which Beast could surely do—and the Toad-boy had an idea. “When ya’ get close, see if ya’ can copy her powa’ an’ we’ll catch ‘em off-guard.”
When the older woman passed Ramona by with a quick wave (and then Beast and Rahne with a quick “we’re going in!”), she powered the last few metres to the side of the building, and began to focus, touching the wall quietly while she tried to get Kitty’s signature…
And only a moment went by before she began to quickly disappear behind the solid barrier, taking the amphibian one with her.
That made the boy’s stomach churn quite a bit—but he shook his head to try to quickly recover. His eyes turned to the ceiling; to rafters; to see if there was a way they could divide and conquer, or run surveillance.
That was beforehe spotted the man with the gun pointed at the two grounded mutants in front of him.
It was then he knew that he had to do something… anything.
And the tongue shot out, and wrapped around the man’s wrist with the weapon, tugging back with as much force as his thin body could muster.
Just a phase: [RP EVENT] Lance - Rescue Me.
[**This will take place just before the X-Men enter. They will be able to feel the earthquake, hear the shot, and feel the earthquake stop]
[***RP TURN ORDER
- Lance and Adullo (skip first round)
He cried out in agonized pain as he felt the crowbar slam against his leg. As much as he had tried, he couldn’t pull himself free of his restraints. He could use his powers. He couldn’t do anything other than be pummeled into the ground by the man he once lovingly called ‘Father’. The ache of the impact ebbed up his thigh, to his hip. He held his head against the concrete, choking back pained tears.
“” Adullo once again demanded, lifting the crowbar for another strike. “”
Lance looked back up, eyes having grown saddened, but distant and cold in their own right. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, the gut feeling of impeding death clung to him like a black tar. He said nothing, just stared. Adullo’s face warped into one of almost blind anger, and he swung the crowbar down again.
This time the crowbar slammed into Lance’s side. There was a quiet, but still audible crack. He felt it, much more than he heard it. A rib had undoubtedly snapped from the impact. More than likely a lower one. The immediate torturous pain sent Lance into another yelp, followed by an agonized cough. He could barely breathe, now.
Both his legs were beaten and bruised. His stomach was sore and raw. His head was throbbing and dull. And now, his lungs were slowly being choked of air by the pain of simply breathing. Adullo raised the crowbar once more. “useless. You cannot even give me the name of the man who did this before you die. God has indeed punished me with your existence; to forever know the shame of what I have forced into this world. Well, you are no part of me. I refuse you, and I will send you back to Hell, where you belong.>”
Lance closed his eyes, wincing unconsciously as he expected the blow to land. He instead felt a sudden connection. The suppressant. It had worn off enough. Instinctively, it seemed, Lance forced the ground to rumble beneath him. Small chunks of the ceiling fell down to the ground, as did the off-balanced Adullo. There was a dull thud, and then a moment of shifting as the man stood up once again.
“” Adullo said, voice able to scorn Lance with it’s very sound, now. Lance couldn’t think. All he could do was survive.
The ground once again shook, forcing Adullo to fall to his knees. Lance fought the incredible pain, the weakness in his legs, and the lack of air in his lungs, and climbed to his feet. His legs were so frail, so beaten and weak, that his steps were uneven and shaky. It didn’t matter to him. The pain, the speed, nothing mattered more than running. He had only gotten a few feet away as Adullo got to his feet once more, spinning around with a booming shout, “”
Don’t turn. Don’t turn. He hated his emotions, at times. He could barely control himself as he nervously turned around for a final look. That’s when a loud bang clapped through the air, and with the sudden impact to his gut, the trembling earth stopped. Lance fell limp to the floor, all of the air knocked from him. God, what had just happened? Though he tried, he couldn’t gather himself. The pain was too great, and every time he even tried to move his legs, a hideous torture spread through his lower back.
Adullo slowly walked over, and Lance barely lifted his head to try and look. In his mind, he recalled when he could look on that face with love, not terror.
“Papa! Papa! Look!”
“Oh? What’s that. A bug?”
“Ahaha. It looks big! It must have eaten a bunch of little bugs.”
“Yeah! Because it’s strong! Big, and strong, and tough!”
“Just like you will be, one day. You will be my big, strong, and tough young man.”
“I promise, Papa!”
Kitty sat angrily within one of the X-jet’s seats with her arms crossed over her belted in torso. She had been annoyed since the get-go. Annoyed that Lance didn’t tell her the truth about his line of work, annoyed that she couldn’t possibly have known that he was getting into danger like this, annoyed that he could be hurt right now and she couldn’t do anything to help him faster—all because he failed to tell her. And especially annoyed at how remarkably slow the X-jet seemed to go during an actual crisis. Maybe we would’ve like been there by now if it didn’t take everyone like a month and a friggin’ half to get to the hangar! She mentally cursed her team while tapping her fingers impatiently.
Finally! The X-jet was landing and the moment its wheels touched the ground Kitty slipped out her belting and out of the jet floor via phasing. She dropped to the floor gracefully, just as a cat would, just in time to feel the quaking of the earth. The rumble wasn’t as strong as she knew it could be but it still caused her to topple off-balanced to the side and then there was a loud bang and the shaking stopped. So did Kitty’s heart.
She wasted no time in waiting for the others to exit the jet before bolting off at her top speed towards the only building she saw. Tears welled in her eyes and her heart was seriously trying to evacuate her chest. She couldn’t lose him, not now, not when he just popped back into her life and not ever.
It had been a long internal struggle with the toadlike boy over whether he should let Rahne come in this state… but he kept himself quiet even if he thought it a bad idea. It was what she wanted—and she never saw reason when she felt the need to help people. It would have been useless to argue.
At least, for the most part, no one he cared about was getting into too much trouble. John and Kurt didn’t seem to be a part of this mission, for reasons of work or apathy… and those who had gotten on the X-Jet had each other.
So why could he still not shake the upset stomach he was having?
For the entire flight, he mostly kept his mouth shut and just clung to Rahne’s small hand, and when the Jet came to a landing and Kitty took off, he knew why he’d been feeling so ill—something was about to go wrong.
“Where the fuck’s she think she’s going!?” he demanded, the first words out of his jabberjaw in a long while. “We’re s’posed ta’ stick ta’getha’; she’s gonna’ get ‘a’self killed!”
And that’s when the panic set back in.
If Kitty was lost, Lance would go right back into a spiral of depression and he knew it.
Everything was going wrong.
This was not going to end well.