<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>GM POST</strong></span></span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100427163009/x-men/de/images/7/79/25976118_-1-.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blob<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roof<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>X-Men<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sneak Attack! (Roles Reversed)<br/><hr/><br/>Fred thought the "talk" had been the end of it. You didn't threaten to cannibalize a person and prove you were unfairly strong compared to most people and still have a problem after. But today, that seemed what was happening, as Fred heard a mumbled "Fat Bastard" said by the same dumb sonuvabitch he'd just gave a talking to. Well Fred was done with talk, and the next thing that happened was a comical sproing noise as his substantial stomach fat compressed and folded around the unfortunate man before the fat expanded and bounced him across the roof fast enough to skip him like a stone after he'd gone twenty feet or so. Dukes took a few steps to end this issue and make a point, but all of a sudden he felt a dainty hand sink into the spongy flesh around his neck. It wasn't even enough to make him winded. "The Hell is this, the X-Men got some kinda sexy little ninj-GGGGGGUUUUUUUUUUH!!!" Fred wasn't sure what happened next when his entire body suddenly seized and he felt like punches were exploding inside his skull. He thrashed around like a fat, sweaty bull, scratching and stretching to reach the tiny figure on his back. But then everything went dark and he mewled just a bit before falling forward and crashing into the roof so hard he jiggled for nearly thirty seconds afterward. And just like that, "The Blob" was out of the picture for at least a few hours.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/villains/images/e/e5/Sabretooh_XMen_Origins.png/revision/latest?cb=20160515111351)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sabretooth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Prowling Around<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brotherhood, X-Men<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Stalking two little ladies<br/><hr/><br/><br/>With everyone split up and focused on the "important" matters of the heist. Getting the money, holding hostages, controlling entry points, etc... While the good guys worried about getting the hostages back, making sure the money never left the vault if possible, that sort of thing. While everyone else on either side was focused on this or that, Creed had free reign to roam the building and turn anyone he found into a bloody scratching post. And so here he was, minding his own business and whistling a little diddy when he heard movement on the roof. He knew Fred's fatass was up there, but it sounded...violent. He went to a window and shattered it during all the commotion to hear what was going on. And when he did, he heard a female voice that certainly didn't belong to Raven or Frenzy, who wouldn't have been on the roof anyway. And none of the goons in Fred's group were women...guy had a problem. So who was that talking up there? He grinned, and took a whiff. It smelled like purple hair dye and the most delicious scented sweat. That psychic ninja! Psylocke stood out to him clearly against the other background sounds and smells. Even her friend was ignored for the moment. "Ooooo, we're gonna have us some fun ladies," Creed grinned and cracked his knuckles from three floors below the roof. Now the cat was out of the bag, and it was time for him to do some hunting.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/94/90/0e/94900e9710d00d0c426a72c0beea345d.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Frenzy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/1/17 - 1:45pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>X-Men, Brotherhood<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ready to crack skulls<br/><hr/><br/>Shit popped off fast and furious, and while it didn't catch Frenzy off guard, she was certainly surprised how quickly things escalated. The X-Men hadn't even tried their usual bullshit tactic of trying to talk it out. Pity, she'd have loved to pop someone in the nose before they knew what was going on. Once Pyro and Wanda hit the floor, Frenzy's hands went to the massive 50. pistols she had strapped to each shoulder. With her strength, she could shoot both at the same time without any issue. Recoil wasn't even a thing to her, so every shot would've been lethal if it hadn't been aimed mostly at Colossus. Each shot pinged and clanged off him, and once she was out of ammo, she tossed both to the floor.<br/><br/>She turned in time to see the just as shrimpy, female model of Wolverine darting at her. When she got close, Frenzy swung, trying to take her head clean off. Laura was little though, and Frenzy wasn't. She missed, and suddenly cried out in pain when she felt those blades slicing into her. She'd almost been hamstringed, but pure adrenaline and rage gave her the will to smack Wolverine across the room like a ragdoll. "RRRRARGH, you bitch! I'm gonna rip your arms off and feed you those claws! Let's see you heal from that!!" She crawled toward Laura, then wobbly found her legs underneath her. She could feel the hot stream of blood from the four lines in her leg. She was still able to fight though.<br/><br/>She was tough as fuck, and until she did another pass through, Frenzy was still a threat. There was distance between them now, and Frenzy thought of the best way to close it. Then she smiled when she realized she had lots of tiny friends who could get to Laura a lot faster than her. She started limping her way over to an unbroken desk, but cried out more in shock than pain when an optic laser slammed into her back. Combined with Laura's earlier attack, the impact drove Frenzy to the floor. She growled and slammed her fist on the floor facing Salem; "You little bitch!!"<br/><br/>The force from her blow shook the bank, and a directed tremor tore the floor apart in a beeline for Salem if she didn't dodge. Satisfied that she'd at least be kept busy for a second, she scrambled to the desk, reached under it, then stood back up with two light machineguns held in either hand and strapped across her chest. "Hey<em>Wolverine</em>; let's see you heal from spaghetti meat!!" Then she screamed and held down both triggers, sending a lethal volley of lead spraying at Laura.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>