X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1
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				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 16:08:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong></span></span></div><br>This is the first of two mission threads for the group game X-Men: American Civil War. Initially missions will begin with a Government dossier of the goals, opposition and situation the X-Men are approaching. There will then be an IC post by the team leader describing the plan of action, which will transition into the first IC post of them 'on scene'. This is in part to avoid excessively long intro scenes where people discuss the plan for an extremely long time. After all, there are many scenes for socializing and discussing already.<br><br>OOC overview of the current mission:<br><br><em>Mission 1:<br></em><br>A group of 'Friends of Humanity' fanatics have started a riot outside a pro-mutant peaceful rally. The mutants and mutant supporters have been forced to hold up inside a public building and barricade the windows and doors. Non-lethal reasonable force needs to be used to force the Friends of Humanity away from the building, and rescue those inside. The X-Men have been called as the victims are currently very fearful of humans, having been attacked by them, and it's been deemed only fair to allow mutants to rescue them. No lethal force, at all, is allowed on this mission. But some Friends of Humanity may have knives, baseball bats, molotov cocktails and other weapons like that, disarming and disabling is the priority. <br><br><em>Who's coming:</em><br><br>(Fairly full)<br><br>Logan - Team leader and front line riot control - Doomsday <br><br>Kitty - Search and Rescue - WhatLiesAbove<br>Colossus - Riot Control - Juggtacular<br>Dr. Nemesis - First aid and medical assistance - Wajin<br>Blackout - Riot control/Vision Impairment - Josh Arcanum <br>Chamber - Riot control/Telepathic Warning Message - Sasquatch421<br>Cyclops - Riot Control/Emergency Weapon - Alias<br>Prodigy - (Possible second in command duty?) -JamesSureWould<br><br><em>Opposition:</em> Assorted Friends of Humanity rioters. Ordinary humans armed with knives, baseball bats, molotovs, some may have civilian grade AR's, Shotguns or handguns. But they are unlikely to attempt to employ lethal force, and only extremely few are armed with guns.<br><br><em>Full Mission Details:</em> A peaceful pro-mutant rally was being held on the steps of a government building in Columbus, Ohio. Early into the protesting an aggressive, violent riot calling themselves the 'Friends of Humanity' arrived. They hurled several petrol bombs, rocks and bricks at the mutants and mutant supporters, yelling and swearing at them. The X-Men have been called in to prove that they can successfully operate to aide mutants against humans without crossing the line and being a threat to civilian lives. They will be expected to handle the situation as efficiently as ordinary riot police and SWAT, who will be assisting them given the numbers of potential foes. The primary goal is to rescue any and all of the pro-mutant protester victims, with a main focus on getting the injured and wounded medical attention. The secondary goal is the arrest of as many rioters as possible, however this must be lawful and not cause excessive bodily harm. Lethal force will be punished to the full extent of the law, and permission to use excessive force is not allowed. (Excessive force, for this team, would include things like: Chambers fire, Wolverines claws or Cyclop's energy beams)<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. 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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>16-02-2017, 19:51:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Riot Control</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br><strong>Overview:</strong> A riot is occurring in Manhattan after peaceful protests staged by a small pro-mutant group were interrupted by an anti-mutant hate group know as Friends of Humanity. Several thousand rioters have now arrived and chaos is rapidly spreading on the streets. The pro-mutant group have successfully barricaded themselves within a large public library, using a combination of bookcases and other furniture to block the walls. Riot police are currently defending them from the rioters aggressive behavior. The primary directive is to rescue as many of the pro-mutant victims as is possible. Many have been wounded and require urgent medical attention. The secondary directive is to arrest rioters where possible, through non-lethal means. It is preferred that any superhuman powers that can be considered dangerous, excessive or intimidating are kept to a minimum or not used at all. Of course if it is necessary to save lives they may be employed. <br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Manhattan<br><br><strong>Objectives:</strong><br>-Save as many of the injured or afraid pro-mutant protesters as possible.<br>-Arrest as many of the violent rioters as possible. <br>-Defend and assist the riot police on site. <br>-Work with the police, fire service and ambulance service functionally, maturely and professionally. <br><br><strong>Restrictions:</strong><br>-Do not employ lethal force for any reason. <br>-Restrict power use to abilities that are either hard to notice, non-lethal, or have healing properties. Do not cause wide spread chaos.<br><br><strong>Assistance:</strong><br>-All available riot response units are either on site or heading there. Armed police units are standing by should violence increase exponentially.<br>-Both the Ambulance and Fire Services are on duty to assist with the rescue and aid of the victims.<br><br><strong>Equipment Granted:</strong><br>-Bean Bag Guns, Foam cannons<br>-Riot Shields, Helmets and Pads<br>-Loudspeakers<br>-Tasers and Batons<br><br><strong>Opposition:</strong><br>-Graydon Creed is believed to be leading the Friends of Humanity riots. He should be arrested on site for various hate crimes.<br>-The Friends of Humanity rioters are aggressive but currently poorly armed and disorganised. Several have been seen to be equipped with knives, baseball bats and molotov cocktails as well as other rudimentary weapons. Some may be armed and dangerous. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 19:20:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Logan's office, then on the school lawn<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Logan organizes a team for the mission<br><hr><br>He’d had a feeling from the start that the protests in Manhattan wouldn’t end well. The fever pitch of anti-mutant rhetoric made folks delirious. Good folks that hadn’t had a problem with mutants the day before heard the politicians and pundits on TV and the internet and it made them do crazy things. This was so much unlike his world and its issues, but Logan still had a terrible feeling in his gut, thinking that things would end up just as bad as they had before. <br><br>The protesters were sympathetic to mutants, like Xavier and his school, which was incredibly brave. They were risking their careers, their reputations, and their lives. For people like him. If they knew half the things he’d done… Logan knew he deserved hell, but the people around him, the students and teachers and the professor, they should have it better than this. Watching the coverage of the protests while he graded homework assignments in his office, Logan had a small, hopeful smile on his face, glad that there was still a little candle of hope for mutants. As long as those people protested and decried the violence and persecution against mutantdom, there was still something worth fighting for.<br><br>Fighting, it seemed, was brewing like dark thunderclouds on the horizon. A counter-protest was mounted not long after the original had started, which was not unusual, but what startled Logan out of his academic reverie was the first confirmation that the counter-protesters were largely made up of the Friends of Humanity, a hate group that had a depressing amount of support from the good folks who’d heard on TV about them. The old, tired mutant pushed his chair out from behind his desk and hustled to action, Charles telepathically reaching for him just as Logan began to open his mind up for him.&nbsp; This was a job for the X-Men.<br><br><hr><br>The helicopters were parked on the front lawn of the mansion, blades spinning in standby as they waited for their passengers. Everything had been put aside for the seven other mutants he’d organized for this mission. Four teachers and four students to assist the authorities trying to keep a counter-protest riot from turning into a full on bloodbath.<br><br><strong>“The protesters. The… Friendlies,”</strong> Logan tried to come up with a different term, as both sides were protesters with radically different views, <strong>“Are holed up in the library. The cops are blockin’ the Friends of Humanity with riot shields but things’re likely to boil over if it keeps goin’ like it is.”</strong> The old mutant scratched his graying beard, staring at each one of them in turn, wondering if they were ready, if they would be a part of history today.<br><br><strong>“We’re splittin’ into two teams. I’ll lead the Blue team; We’re gonna be on the street, helpin’ the cops, de-escalating, dispersing, de-whateverin’ we need to do to make sure the friendlies can get a safe evac. I’m takin’ Cyke, Blackout and Petey with me.”&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Beginning with the red-spectacled student, Logan said, <strong>“Cyclops, you’re a smart kid, you know how to talk to folks. You’ll be runnin’ between me and whoever’s leadin’ the cops on the ground to keep us in sync. You also got a good eye on the battlefield; I need you to watch the edges of the mob like a sheep dog, make sure they ain’t about to spill out of the containment area and bust up the city around them.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Blackout. You’ll be usin’ your shadows as shields as we need ‘em. Whether it’s keepin’ those rioters out of the library, keepin’ em off us… Think defensively.”</strong> Logan's green eyes shot to the sky for a moment, the sun getting deeper into the western horizon, night only a couple hours away. He gave her a grim nod, looking between her and Salem, the two students on his team.<strong> “Neither of you are gonna use your powers to hurt anyone unless it’s self defense or to save someone else. Do <em>not</em> open up on these guys, they already got reasons to hate our guts, we don’t want to give Bill O’Reilly a few more talkin’ points, and we don’t wanna scare anyone. Leave that crap to Magneto..”</strong><br><br>Finally he looked at Colossus. Piotr from his time had been a dependable friend, his head always in the right place, and this version of that burly steel Russian was not so different. He figured Pete already knew his role, but he still said, <strong>“Petey, you got two good feet on me in your steel form. You’re my eyes on this one. And seein’ as those guns and knives the rioters got ain’t crackin’ your skin, I want you right up on them. Stare ‘em down, make ‘em piss their pants and run.”</strong><br><br>He took a deep breath, and glanced at the other four that were not on his team. <strong>“Prodigy, you’ve got the lead of Gold team. I know you’re ready for this. Your team’s landin’ on the roof of the library. Get inside, secure the friendlies, see to any of the wounded and prepare for evac.<br><br>“Kitty, if things go to hell outside and the friendlies aren’t ready to ship out through the air, you’ll have to start phasing people out of the buildin’. Stand by for that, we’ll have to clear one side of the buildin’ to make you a lane. Nemesis, you’re a doctor, right? Take care of any wounded, and keep those robot eyes of yours on a swivel in there, never know if one slips past us or the cops and gets in with you. Chamber, you’ll be first line of defense if the rioters get into the buildin’.”</strong><br><br>The chopper pilots gestured to Logan; Time was short. They had to go now. He gave a gesture of his head and turned to head towards one of the birds, beginning to shout over the loud whirr of the helicopter. <strong>“They’ve got riot gear on board! My team, everyone’s wearin’ kevlar, Cyclops, grab a riot shield too! Prodigy, take what you need, hopefully you won’t need it!”</strong> Logan gave the younger teacher a nod, eyes locking onto his, looking for any sign of fear or doubt… He needed David to be on top of his game, to step up as a leader, which the X-Men and mutantdom as a whole need now more than ever.<br><br>Logan hopped up into the open door of the helicopter and gestured the rest of Blue team in after him, and after just a moment they lifted off, Manhattan, a teetering domino, twenty minutes away from them now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>20-02-2017, 22:50:34</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e8/b5/31/e8b531940f2b2994ab8db7ec2ca54ac5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Graydon Creed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rioters, National TV<br><strong>Content:</strong> Greed continues to feed the flames of hatred and racism.<br><hr><br>"MUTANTS ARE A PLAGUE! A DISEASE! A GENETIC MISTAKE THAT NEEDS TO BE CLEANSED FROM GODS GREEN EARTH!!!" Graydon Creed's authoritative and malicious voice boomed throughout the speaker system his men had set up beforehand. Now that the riot was to the point where even he had trouble containing it, the people needed him to guide them to what was next.<br><br>&nbsp;"Those sympathizers are no better! They think mutants are better than you! They think those freaks who can blow up buildings by sneezing and read your every thought need protecting!? They think they won't kill us all as soon as they're given the chance?! NO! I won't allow it! WE WON'T! THE MUTIE MENANCE MUST BE ERADICATED!!!"&nbsp; Angry cheers roared up from the crowd, and Graydon couldn't help smiling behind the bullhorn as he watched his handiwork blossom. <br><br>He'd hated mutants all his life. Ever since he found out his parents were Mysique and <em>the</em> Sabretooth, and that they'd just abandoned him because a human child wasn't worth, the seeds of resentment had grown. Did that mean his reasons for hating mutants were entirely personal, and he was only using the perceived threat of mutants to garner support for his crusade? Absolutely it did. But no one knew that except Graydon, and he certainly wasn't going to tell. These people, they were just a means to an end.<br><br>&nbsp;But they were effective nonetheless. "GET EM OUTTA THERE SO THEY CAN FACE JUSTICE! THE MUTIES AND SYMPATHIZERS BOTH!!!" The crowd was growing to a mob, and by the second more and more supporters came to join them. He could almost feel the hatred overflowing from these people. And it would only grow worse as the day went on. So he knew that one way or another, he'd have his pound of flesh from those cowardly mutants holed up in that building.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 03:18:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Blue team hits the pavement and begins to organize<br><hr><br>Logan's boots were barely on the ground by the time he heard a powerful, aggressive voice booming over a megaphone somewhere in the writhing crowd of rioters. They called Logan and his people diseased mistakes, which... Logan was still getting used to that old school anti-mutant rhetoric. After the death of nearly every mutant from the time he came from, obviously the world had bigger things to worry about, and anti-mutant racism was forgotten in light of true and real oppression. It hadn't quite been a year since he'd arrived here, in a strange version of his past, and he had been forced to re-learn how to reserve a very aggressive reaction toward that brand of hatred. It was a struggle for him to not pop his claws and wave them aggressively towards those fools in the crowd.<br><br><strong>"Cyclops!"</strong> Logan, decked in riot gear, turned his helmeted head back towards the helicopter, at the young woman that he occasionally considered his protege. He gave a hard gesture of his hand towards the police blockade, the blue line so thin and fragile as it encircled the library against a much larger horde. There were police surrounding the greater area, of course, emergency services standing by if things escalated further, but for now, those police ringing the building were their only allies. <strong>"Find the C.O., get me whatever hes got on the situation! Colossus, with me, make yourself seen! Blackout, go with Cyke, be ready to throw up some shadows for defense!"</strong> It was getting late in the evening, there would be plenty of darkness for her to work with.<br><br>The other chopper, carrying the gold team, touched down on the roof of the library behind him. Their job was the most important; The rest of them just had to make sure the chaos outside didn't spill inside. Flanked by the gigantic steel Russian, Logan positioned himself between the police and the protesters, within ten feet of each line, staring down hatred, green eyes unflinching as he waited for Salem's report.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 04:23:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/2/27/Colossus_Bloodline_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20071203033515)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the big guns<br><hr><br>He'd heard Xavier's summon before he saw the news, and once he did he agreed that they needed to mobilize ASAP. It didn't take him long to suit up, and once he was he headed to the lawn with the others. He looked to each person as Logan gave them their assignments. He knew what his was, but he still smiled hearing it anyway. His only job was to put the fear of mutants into the rioters. Make them know it was a bad idea to do more than yell and shout. "<acronym title="My pleasure, comrade.">С удовольствием, товарищ.</acronym>" When he told everyone on the Blue team to take a kevlar vest, he held his hand up to say no thanks. "I just hope they don't try and waste their bullets on me," he joked to show he didn't need armor. <br><br>The flight was almost completely silent, as everyone was focused on the task ahead. When they arrived, if there was any doubt as to why, they saw it then. A mob that seemed almost alive was circling and enclosing on a single building. They had to stop hatred itself today. Just another notch on the X-Men's belt, he figured. The giant Russian said a silent prayer as they landed, then he stayed close to Logan and disembarked to witness the carnage first hand. His job was to make his presence felt, and keep an eye on the crowd like only he could. So when Logan broke the police barrier, Piotr walked with him.<br><br>&nbsp;A few moments ago he told him to make himself seen. Well he'd always been one for dramatic effect. So just as two police shields clacked together behind him, he roared and punched his fists together. They clanged, and loudly, as his knuckles, then fingers, then hand and everything else turned into solid metal. In moments there was a gigantic metal behemoth in Piotr's place. He stood to Logan's right, silent and strong. His arms crossed his chest and he glared at the closest rioters, just daring them to take a step forward past the point of no return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 10:50:51</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside around the perimeter of the mob<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin - <br><strong>Content:</strong> |<span class="bbc_u">Section 1</span>: chopper transit |<span class="bbc_u">Section 2</span>: finding command 'tent'/'the kitchen' with Blackout's cover. |<span class="bbc_u">Section 3</span>: reporting police participation with the x-men, the police are moving to begin to start arresting the mob.<br><hr>Salem was focused. She was rarely this focused. Her mind was still. She was soaking it in. Her attempts to keep up with the reality around her was shiveringly difficult. Salem didn’t spend much of her time experiencing new things. Controlled environments like classrooms, and libraries had been more her speed for the last few years. She didn’t divert from her routine very often.<br><br>This was not routine. She was standing with a safety line attached to her belt. She was too juiced up to sit down. The closer the choppers got to their destination, the more focused she became though. <br><br>They were closing in when she finally caught up with the moment. Logan was starting to shout orders, and her chin raised in reaction to his voice. His first word was her code name loud over the whirring sound of the chopper and it’s engine. She watched his lips to help understand what he was saying. Her mission had a simple intention, accomplishing it was going to be another story. She could see the crowd below her, and the obvious dangers below her only shined bright in her single horizontal crimson eye. On hand went to the harness on her hip, and the other went to her right temple, where her control dial was. She wanted to be at minimal power. If worse came to worse, and she was forced to use her optic beams, she didn’t want to move anyone with her blasts. At this strength, they were little more than hard punches, two clicks up would suddenly turn into a projectile bean bag.<br><br>Salem felt over equipped. She didn’t like how this all felt. The experience wasn’t how she saw her first mission going when she envisioned it. She had official x-men gear now, a dark royal blue reinforced body suit with kevlar padding, and polymer fabrics. It was standard issue military protection, and she felt like that would be her image going forward. But she was covered in black riot gear. Her small frame didn’t do wonderfully with it. The vest made her look small, as well as the helmet, and the pads on her arms and legs. She had a gun on her back that she was supposed to use before her powers. That frustrated Salem. She was trained to handle weapons enough. She was no expert, but she knew how to reload this weapon, and she knew how to aim it. It was non-lethal, but so was her power under the right control.<br><br>Salem was obsessed with control, and at the moment, she didn’t have much of it under her command. As the chopper touched down, there was a small jolt, and Salem had forgot to keep her hand on the frame. So instead of standing, she was tossed to the side. <br><br>She fell into the side of the chopper, and bumped against the chair she could have been sitting in. Using her arm, she kept herself standing, but the humiliation swept over her immediately.<br><br><em>‘Just forget about it, and move on.’</em> Salem unlatched herself from the chopper and left the chopper at double-time. Her feet touched the ground and she immediately scanned the area with her visor. There was a small display on her side of the visor, but it wasn’t very interactive. It had her heart rate, her current power setting, and a compass at the top. From the chopper she had spotted what looked like a command center outside of the mob and away from the building. It wasn’t much, two big police trucks with long trailers attached as well as satellite dishes on top of each one. She had been trained in these situations of civil unrest, and she knew how to spot things like that, especially after being told to find it.<br><br><hr>From the ground, she could still see the satelites about 65 meters to the East of the mob. Salem had a few X’s visible under her armor in yellow trim, but the riot gear had a few X’s as well. She was proud to wear them, but it made her a target out in this atmosphere. Salem started to step sideways toward her destination, checking her sides and her six every now and then. <br><br>With Blackouts cover, she was doing something she wasn’t used to, sneaking around. It wasn’t that she was invisible, it was something else. She didn’t much care for that either.<em> ‘Nothing is right. This is all wrong.’ </em>The hate around her was starting to sink in. These people around her hated her, if they had things their way, they would probably chain her up and ship her off to prison right now… or worse.<br><br>The obvious hatred around her caused a distinct feeling to start crawling up through her consciousness: Fear.<br><br>She tried to breath. Her mind was almost blank with the fear. She stopped for a moment to look around her. The scene made her sad. But the sadness didn’t penetrate her adrenaline, that thought would come to her later. She was giving herself a silent pep talk <em>‘...You’re Cyclops. You can do this,’</em> she thought. As her feet carried her forward again, as the clarity sank in, she started to feel like she was in her element. The fear was still strong, but she was acting in spite of it. She was moving passed it. And, her training was starting to pay off immediately. Her gear suddenly felt lighter, she kept her firearm on her back, no one had targeted yet, her visor and the mutant protecting her movements had yet to be noticed.<br><br>She was able to follow behind Logan and Piotr for some time, but she eventually broke off and tried to make good time toward what she believed to be the person in charge of the police presence.<br><br>Closing in the trucks with the Satellites, she touched the radio on her chest and spoke to Logan,<strong> &gt;-“Cyclops to Logan, Approaching 'The Kitchen', Full report to Follow.” -&lt;</strong><br><br>Approaching, Salem met a few men with arms lifted, <strong>“Hey hey hey! Where do you think you’re going?”</strong> Cyclops knew that they were expecting the x-men, these men on watch were just doing their duty. Her visor reflected the lights behind them in a red glare. <strong>“I’m Cyclops. I’m here with the X-men. I need to coordinate with your Commanding officer.”</strong> Cyclops felt Blackouts presence behind her. She could see the guards looking to her left. <br><br><strong>“This is Blackout. She’s with me.”</strong><br><br>The guards didn’t even check with each other, there was something about the two girls in front of them that didn’t require any more questions. Cyclop turned to Blackout as she moved through the gap the guards had left.<strong> “Keep an eye on Logan and Colossus if you can. I’ll be right back.” </strong>then she spoke to the guards. <strong>“Let her through if she needs in.”</strong> Salem had grown used to giving orders.<br><br>Cyclops vanished behind the police tape and the trucks before either of the guards could turn to even acknowledge the order they’d just received from a twenty two year old girl.<br><br><hr><br>She was gone for about fifty seven seconds. The process of getting the right information was fast, but a lot could happen in that time, and Cyclops had gone from focused to urgent. She was speaking into the radio as she came back out to meet Joanne again. <br><br>She was shouting into the radio to overwhelm the cacophony around her. <strong>&gt;-“Cyclops to blue team. Police presence is cooperating. We’re free to move. Preserve the peace and deescalate whereever possible.”-&lt;</strong> Cyclops nodded to Blackout and kept her feet moving her toward the mob. A force of eight riot cops were moving behind them as they moved away from 'the kitchen.' They were the last of the police’s resources to escort Cyclops and Blackout into the mob. <br><br><strong>“Game face time, Blackout.”</strong> Salem went back to her radio.<br><br><strong>&gt;-“The perimeter will begin administering force. Blue team, all police are moving to apprehend. Blue team, we are part of that movement.”-&lt;</strong> Salem had fifteen zip ties on her person, two pairs of handcuffs and some emergency rope in a pocket at her breast. That wasn’t going to be enough to stop this mob, but she could do her part. She started to close in on the mob with Blackout and eight riot cops behind her. <br><br>Her visor was clearly visible to the section of the mob she was moving in on. Faces were starting to turn. Their anger was palatable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>23-02-2017, 23:32:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.0.1079.1079/13391218_258924467796706_446677241_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MzI4MzU0OTk1MjYwMzkzMQ%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Following orders and trying not to lose her lunch.<br><hr><br>Blackout was nervous as she sat in the helicopter.&nbsp; This was the first time that she'd actually been on a mission after years of training with Bishop, Logan, and everyone else.&nbsp; It wasn't a combat mission, for which she was thankful for, but the fact remained that she was on a mission and there was no doubt that it could turn deadly in a heartbeat.&nbsp; Hopefully, it wouldn't, but if it did, then Blackout wasn't a hundred percent sure that she would actually be able to kill someone.&nbsp; Looking around at the rest of the crew, she was a bit heartened to know that at least a couple of them didn't have that same concern and would definitely aid her if it came to that.&nbsp; But she was silently hoping that it wouldn't come to that and knew that, on paper, the plan was to make sure that it didn't happen.<br><br>For her first mission, Blackout had actually decided to mimic Kitty's outfit and found that it was a bit uncomfortable to be wearing for the first time.&nbsp; But it was leather, so she supposed that she should've expected that and knew that it would eventually get comfortable if she went on enough missions and wore it enough.&nbsp; Just the thought of more missions made her stomach churn a little bit as she took a deep breath.&nbsp; She hoped that no one else noticed just how nervous she was as she listened to Logan give assignments.&nbsp; Shielding was something she could do and do well.&nbsp; It was one of the first things that had been drilled into her when it had been sorted out that her powers weren't as offensive as they were defensive and she took pride in how strong she could make them.<br><br>As they landed, she looked around and smiled slightly.&nbsp; It was late in the evening and darkness was coming, shadows heavy and thick, giving her the material she needed to make plenty of powerful shields, among other things.&nbsp; Hearing her orders coming from Logan, she nodded and quickly moved to follow Cyclops.&nbsp; The girl may have only been a couple years older than Blackout, but she had been training for a lot longer and in more of a leadership role, so Blackout had no problems with following her and listening to her orders.&nbsp; It was only a short walk to the command tent and Blackout stood silently outside of it, ignoring the looks that she got.&nbsp; She pretended it was just because of her outfit and her blue hair and not the fact that she was a mutant and this whole issue had been sparked as a result of anti-mutant sentiment.&nbsp; She found herself playing with a small ball of shadow in her hands to keep herself busy and not focused on her stomach and how uncomfortable she felt.<br><br>This feeling persisted even when Cyclops rejoined her and Blackout heard the report that was being sent back to Logan.&nbsp; Cooperation was a good thing.&nbsp; They needed to have that, otherwise this was going to be a real mess.&nbsp; Following Cyclops, Blackout hesitated half a step when she realized that they were headed towards the mob.&nbsp; But she quickly steeled herself and her face hardened when she was told to get on her game face.&nbsp; She heard the next report and was a bit surprised.&nbsp; They were going to be apprehending people?&nbsp; That was a bit of a surprise to her.&nbsp; <strong>"You sure about this one, Cy?"</strong> she asked just loud enough for the other mutant to hear her, <strong>"There's alot of them out there.&nbsp; Perhaps we should rejoin Logan and go from there?"</strong>&nbsp; Despite her protests on their current course of action, Blackout stuck with Cyclops, not willing to bail out on her team member despite the fact that she didn't like this at all.<br><br>As they drew closer and closer to the mob, she saw eyes start to land on them and the anger that had been directed at the police or the building that housed the protesters, started to shift towards them.&nbsp; Taking another deep breath, she fought back the urge to vomit as her nerves threatened to get the best of her.&nbsp; Instead, she focused on the ball of shadow and she'd been toying with and allowed it to shift.&nbsp; It thinned out, turning into almost a disc that was about an inch thick and ran from her fingertips to her elbow, almost like a shield.&nbsp; And that's exactly what it was.&nbsp; She'd formed a shield, one that she could direct where ever she needed it to go and make it larger or smaller depending on what they needed.&nbsp; <strong>"Got your back, Cy,"</strong> she said, <strong>"Just tell me what you want me to do."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 07:27:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HKfanpz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting put in charge. Planning with Gold Team<br><hr><br>“Prodigy, you’ve got the lead of Gold team.” Logan’s words hit David with full force, shocking him into silence. Less than a year before he’d been busy hiding his mutant abilities and doing everything he could to be human. Now he was being told that he had the lead over a team of mutants. A firm nod was the only response he could give that wouldn’t involve him sputtering or asking why he’d been picked to lead. As emotions threatened to wash over his mind, logic served as his defense as it so often did.<em> ‘Everyone else has a defined role, something to focus on. And my powers let me know the capabilities of others easily. Me being in the lead is sensible.’</em><br><br>As Logan gestured for everyone to board the helicopters, David was already trying to form plans and figure how to best use his team. <strong>“Gold Team, let’s go” </strong>He called out with a measure of fake confidence borrowed from the older teacher. As the group all got onto the copter, he did his best to try and assess the others. He couldn’t read their emotions or their thoughts but he could at least determine what they could do.&nbsp; The better he knew that, the better he could direct them. Instead of directly addressing them as they boarded, David just took stock of every piece of equipment there. Some small pieces of riot gear, a shield, pepper spray, and a bean bag gun all caught his eye.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“Okay”</strong> Finally he spoke to them as they took to the skies in the copter<strong> “Chamber, like Logan said, you’re my line of defense. If any rioters get too close, create a wall of fire. Don’t do anything directly offensive, but keeping them at bay is okay. Your telepathy might come in handy too, so keep the radio close by in case I need you to send psychic messages.” </strong><br><strong><br>“Dr. Nemesis, you and I will be doing anything we can to patch up wounds that the rioters might have caused”</strong> He told the older blonde man before turning to Kitty. <strong>“Shadowcat, There should be a central room in the library. One on the top floor without any windows. We want a place that will be easy to defend if rioters manage to get past blue team. Find that room and then try to get as many friendlies there as you can. The rest of us will help, but you can move people through the building faster.”</strong> David gave another firm nod to the team as they moved closer to the building.<strong> “We need to find our friendlies, get them to the safe room, patch up anyone hurt, and then we take up in groups to the roof so they can get evacuated on the helicopter.”</strong><br><br><strong>“Any other questions?”</strong> He asked of them as their chopper touched down onto the roof of the building.<strong> “Let’s go be X-Men.”</strong> His voice was full of confidence that was only partially faked as David stepped off the copter and moved towards the door on top of the roof leading down to the lower floors.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 13:31:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f8/bf/9a/f8bf9a9c5357d7468b84d2d548e0a86e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 18:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy, Chamber, Dr. Nemesis. Mentioning Blue Team<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heart rate is up...this is real world<br><hr><br>The entire flight, Kitty was just a ball of nerves. This was what she had been training for for the past couple of years. Ever since getting tapped by the X-men, she had been aching for a chance to prove herself, and here it was. Her heart pounded in her chest, seeming to be faster as she realized they were getting closer and closer to their objective.<br><br>The briefing they had gotten from Logan was short and sweet. She had gotten the feeling Logan had given quite a few of those in his day. The old man just seemed to scream former military. However, this wasn't the military. This was more than that. Every mutant who had been asked to come along needed to have their shit wired perfectly for this type,of mission. Kitty had even glanced over to the other chopper through the window, knowing that Piotr was on it, to be on the front line...in front of people who wanted to kill him. Kill all of them.<br><br>Those thoughts were now pushed away as they disembarked from the helicopters. Blue team was in position, and now Gold Team was on the roof. She had looked to David with grim determination as he gave the rundown. It was a little intimidating, being tasked with going through the building solo...but she knew that she wouldn't have been tasked with it if she wasn't ready. <br><br>There had been an assortment of riot gear on the chopper...but Kitty had opted against it. The bulky armor would be more for the front-liners...and if Kitty had to start transporting people to the roof, it would be easier if she was less incumbered. As soon as they entered the building from the roof, Kitty split off, moving down the hall. An assortment of rooms were seen...mostly administrative offices, a few bathrooms and supply closets. None would hold a significant amount of people.<br><br>She paused though as she came to a door marked "Con. B". A conference room, possibly? Holding her breath in anticipation, Kitty merely morphed through the door....and smiled at the sight that greeted her. The room would fit a bunch of people...especially if folks stood on the table. She reached up, tapping the comm button of her headset. "Prodigy...Shadowcat." It was amazing to her how readily training came into play...she knew not to use actual names. "Found a conference room on the second floor. Gonna start mapping out a route to the roof."<br><br>Obviously the idea of going through the roof was out. Kitty couldn't fly, and she wasn't strong enough to jump through a ceiling...especially if she was holding something. Looking around, she would try to visualize the route she had taken, though this time, possibly going through offices instead of the hallway.<br><br>It could work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>24-02-2017, 23:06:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/DoctorNemesisCombat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> First lawn, then helicopter, then roof<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shadowcat, Prodigy, Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being a smartass<br><hr><br>James had shaken his head a bit in annoyance at Logan's initial comments on the lawn and had said just barely loud enough to be heard "I also happen to have 90 years of combat experience, but people tend to forget that" He had said from behind the white surgical mask covering his face and left it at that, not wanting to argue in front of the others. He was not used to being on the active teams, he was not in the habit of training with the others, not even before his hiatus, satisfied with his contributions to the Mansion's finances. However this was a exception. He tossed Logan a grenade "Sleep gas, doesn't work on Mutants, effective dispersal range is only 5 yards so you better think before you use it, could only make two in time, I'll keep the other" As the "briefing" finished, James strode slowly towards the elevator, whistling a tune he'd picked up in the 40s. <br><hr><hr>James looked over at Prodigy, his mind running over the dossier Xavier had given him on everyone, nodding to himself, his powers were best used with James himself, his medical expertise was self evident, but James' 90 year experience with conflicts in one form or another, his combat training, and his language skills, which could come in useful to keep communication between them hard to decipher. He wanted to test it and so he said <acronym title="Prodigy do you understand what I am saying?">Prodigy kan du forstå hvad jeg siger? </acronym> the language he had chosen was danish, a language he'd spoken most recently during his hiatus spent with the World Health Organization and Médecins Sans Frontières, where he'd had had a team of nurses from Denmark working under him for a time. He'd learned the language during the war, when he'd befriended Danish volunteers to the SS. He smiled softly at Prodigy though all it did was move his mask a bit "<acronym title="You don't have to answer verbally, just nod">du behøver ikke svare verbalt, bare nik</acronym>" He opened the case he'd brought onto the helicopter. While he didn't doubt it would be stocked with all a regular riot team might need, he had very specialized needs, and so he lifted the sheer white KRISS Vector out of it's case, checked the translucent mags that held hypodermic syringes, 2 mags of healing solutions, and 2 filled with tranqs of various strengths, before picking up a bag of extra supplies he'd brought. This bag though, he slid over to Prodigy "If you're going to help me, you'll need tools, there's 5 doses of highly powerful regenerative tonics for mutants, 7 for humans, a few counter toxins, and a gas mask if things get hairy. Impress me kid, and I might just let you work with me off hours.." He said with a chuckle, having switched back to English for the time being. He looked over at Chamber for a moment and then tapped the side of his head with a finger "Sorry kid, I don't even let Charles in here without good reason"<br><hr><hr><br>As they disembarked and Shadowcat moved, Nemesis said to Prodigy with a slight sense jest to his voice "This reminds of me Dachau, but you know... in a good way"
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>25-02-2017, 22:05:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Chamber_unbound.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon "Jono" Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Doctor Nemesis, Prodigy, Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chamber being Chamber...<br><hr><br>Jono had been totally surprised to get the summons to go head out on a mission. Honestly it had not been all that time consuming to get ready and head out to the others as his mission gear was pretty much the same as his regular clothing. The biggest differences being the leather wraps with quick release buckles wrapped around the blast furnace of his body. Over that was a leather top with a zipper to allow Chamber to adjust how much of his flames to expose. He glanced at Cyclops and her visor as he had appeared, who needed high tech anyways? <br><br>Logan's briefing was well.... Brief which suited Chamber fine... Not much that could be done until the boots hit the ground so to speak. It was still interesting that they selected him to be part of the mission however. Turning he headed for the helicopter still wondering as there had to be others better suited to being a line of defense. Boarding he selected a seat well away from everyone else keeping them more then an arms distance away as was the norm for Jonothon. His eyes flickered over the others gathered noting how Kitty looked at the copter that carried Logan's team. His shoulders moved in a small shrug before Chamber had closed his eyes as he decided not to worry. To anyone that didn't know Chamber it appeared that he had simply fallen asleep, but as he really never slept it was simply being lost in thought.<br><br>Prodigy had waited til the group was in the air before he finally gave his own briefing. It was here that Chamber learned another part of the reason he had been picked and he simply glanced at the radio, before reclosing his eyes. Letting out a small mental snort came out before some soft words, "Logan must not have been able to get a true telepath here. No matter..." <br><br>Falling silent he simply sat there til feeling eyes upon him and Jono had opened his back up to settle his glowing eyes back on Nemesis. He simply watched the Doctor tap the side of his head and make a comment. Chamber stared at the Doctor a moment before replying in the only way the rebel knew how... Jono simply lifted his right hand and flipped the good doctor off, "Well good for you old man... Wanna a bloody cookie or something? Besides my telepathy doesn't work like that so you had better update your files... I can only send not receive, so your mind is safe from the freak..."<br><br>Jonothon was actually silent for the rest of the flight until they disembarked onto the roof of the library. He simply watched Shadowcat disappear into the building proper before sighing and glancing at the time, "This might be a mess waiting to happen... Plus floor plans would have been a bloody great help so no one would have had to look around. Though flooding the entire first floor with tear gas after getting everyone up would have been fun too..." Chamber had left the riot gear alone as he really had no need of it. There was only one vital spot left on his body as it so happened and there still was no guarantee that a headshot would kill him... Still the radio got clipped onto the leather coat he wore and Chamber thought to hell with it before he grabbed the bean bag gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-03-2017, 03:26:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/e8/b5/31/e8b531940f2b2994ab8db7ec2ca54ac5.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Graydon Creed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rioters, National TV<br><strong>Content:</strong> Greed continues to feed the flames of hatred and racism.<br><hr><br>When you masterminded a riot of this scale, you didn't do so without serious planning and preparation beforehand. Graydon had eyes and ears throughout the entire city, as well as the best tech heads the FoH had at it's disposal. Nothing was happening worth noticing without him being privy to it. So when two police helicopters flew into the city, he knew about it. "Boss, we got two birds comin' from the North. They're headed right for the center of the riot," came the report from one of his outermost perimeter scouts.<br><br>&nbsp;"Confirmed. Keep eyes on them, but don't engage. Not yet; we might wanna make a show out of this." Turning to the head of his private security team, who also headed up his enforcers out in the crowd, he pulled him close. "Whoever's in those choppers is here for trouble. No moves just yet, but have everyone in position in case we need to kick things into high gear. We've got the public eating out of our hands and we can't let anything slow down the momentum, got it?" The man nodded, then walked off to start relaying orders. <br><br>"LOOK TO THE SKY LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I WONDER WHO'S COMING TO JOIN US?!" When the helicopters landed, and two teams of colorful looking individuals got out, he scoffed into the microphone. And if he had only suspicions, when the biggest one turned into metal and grew a whole foot, he knew they had mutants on their hands. "SEE THIS FOLKS! MORE VILE MUTANT SCUM HAVE COME FORTH TO SHOW YOU THEY'RE BETTER THAN YOU! THAT THEY CAN DO WHATEVER THEY WANT WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE! WELL WE'RE HERE TODAY TO SAY NO MORE, AM I RIGHT?!?!" Within the mob, trained ex-military and more stood by, waiting for orders on just how to handle this rapidly developing situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 05:17:58</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Working on police orders of apprehension, Logan sets up a brigade to start arresting rioters<br><hr><br>They'd only been on the ground for a few minutes. The pot had just been put on the stove and it was already ready to boil over on them. Even though Logan's team was mostly muted in their display of powers- Blackout's playful ball of shadow, Colossus's imposing though defensive steel posture- the hatred seething from the anti-mutant rioters was amplified by their presence. Maybe it was Cyclops and Blackout that had triggered a change, as they had landed with the other mutants, then bee-lined towards the police leadership behind their barricades and trucks. Seeing the mutants and the police working in tandem must have been one hell of a slap in the face to these people who thought <em>they</em> were the lawful ones, expressing righteous hatred towards the criminal mutants and their sympathizers.<br><br>Salem's voice, steady despite the tension of the moment, chirped over his comm's, announcing that the X-Men would begin to assist the police in deescalation and apprehension. Logan ground his teeth hard, painfully, knowing that the caps of his molars would regrow in a second anyways. The thought of trying to bust up that big of a bee's nest was daunting, even for him. If they had been a hundred sentinels, Logan wouldn't have shrugged at the prospect of dicing them up into tiny flash drives, but these were people, even if they were hateful bozos. <strong>"Copy that, Sco- I mean, Cyke. Blue team! We're movin' in! Non-lethal force! Colossus, you and me, grab 'em, pass 'em to Cyke and Blackout, they cuff 'em, shuffle 'em on to the cops. Blackout, Cyclops, watch our backs, they'll try to get behind us and bring us down!"</strong><br><br>The old man risked a quick glance back to the library, wondering how the other team was faring in their mission. <strong>"Gold leader, do you copy? Prodigy, we're movin' in to make arrests, radio might go dark, stand by and keep doin' what you're doin'."</strong><br><br>Like a zookeeper shuffling into the lion's cage, Logan walked cautiously, a hand held up defensively in front of him as he picked out a target. A younger guy, scrawny, but with hatred flaring in his eyes just as bright as any of the bigger uglies. Logan knew that as soon as they put hands on the rioters, things would get violent; Better to start with someone easy enough to snatch and grab first. <strong>"Easy fella, easy, easy, EASY!"</strong> The older mutant suddenly lunged forward, moving faster than a man that appeared to be his age deserved to move, quickly seizing one scrawny wrist and dragging the man out of the tremendous horde, twisting an arm behind his back and shoving him backwards to the young women in charge of cuffing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 01:02:44</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside around the perimeter of the mob<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin - GOLD team (ish)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem changes her plan. She decides to move her unit closer to Logan and Colossus. About 3/4 of the way there, the mob comes in on them from ONE side. They have a retreat area away from the mob, repeat, not surrounded. Salem gets into hand to hand contact with the mob, but she loses the 6h or 7th fight she has and ends up pinned to the ground by a large man.<br><hr>Salem had been in the tent a while, and a lot had transpired between her first contact, and their movement on the mob. <em>‘This is impossible.’ - ‘They all hate us’ - ‘What did we just drop into’ - ‘The ratio’s off.’ - ‘I’ve been instructed to avoid using my powers.’ - ‘We all have.’ - ‘This isn’t the danger room.’ - ‘!!’ </em>Too many thoughts landed on Salem in a heap as the faces turned on her. <br><br>She was in rare form, and zoned in. Her right hand stuck up in the shape of a fist. <strong>“HOLD!”</strong> Salem shocked herself and a deep inhale rose into her chest. She felt her own strength. She didn’t feel like a little girl anymore. She had worked so hard at containing her powers that she instantly knew what to do. She was capable with out her laser beams. And she was unstoppable with them. This was just one of those times that she needed to use her intelligence, and not her genetic advantage.<em> ‘I’ve got this.’</em> The battle plan had changed, but she had listened to everything that Blackout said to her. And she was sharing the same apprehension.<br><br>Salem tried to register what had happened while she was in that tent, and she was trying to make sense of the situation as it was unfolding. Her mind had already done most of the hard work. She was just fact checking now. <em>‘Regrouping would be good.‘ - ‘Smart, Blackout‘ - ‘Gold Team Status, active.‘ - ‘Gold team is clean. Very clean.‘ - ‘this crowd doesn’t need another reason to kill people.‘ - ‘An attack is a misstep‘ - ‘Shadowcat contact with rescue targets.’ </em>Salem had heard the muffled words of Graydon speaking to his radicals through the primitive tool. <em>‘Crazy man on a megaphone, inaudible, riling the mob up.‘ - ‘I have a line of sight.‘</em> Her arm shot up to her temple, and she had the dial turned to 14 %, it was just enough to cause any man to suffer a minor concussion.<em> ‘I could hit him.‘</em> Her hand lowered angrily. <strong>“Fuck.” </strong> Salem glanced back to her team as Logan caught her attention through the radio in her ear. <br><br><em>‘Oh no. He’s following my instructions. I can fix this.’ </em>Salem underestimated how powerful her personality was. She didn’t know that Logan would go through with it like this, especially as the situation changed, and the mob was about to turn on everyone. <br><br>She took one final look at everyone around her, the police behind her awaiting orders for about seven seconds. The riot was moving slowly, hesitant. Salem was eyeing them down, they looked equal parts scared, and vile. In every fourth or fifth face, Salem could see actual indecision. <em>‘No on here wants to die. Well… most don’t.’</em><br><br>The orders came from her finally. <strong>“Blackout. You’re right, we’re moving in the wrong direction. On me! We’re moving!” </strong>Salem started to back pedal away from her section of the mob.<strong> “Blackout! Cover us from the mob as well as you can!” </strong>She had to scream to overpower the sound of the mob. <strong>“Rally on the metal man!”</strong> Her hand signals said the same thing, ending with a gesture toward where Logan and Colossus were standing. <strong>“Stay close to Blackout!” </strong><br><br>Salem started marching her team toward Logan’s position.<strong> “Blue team converging, Colossus, you’re our flag, stand tall.” </strong>She shouted into her radio. <br><br>This time their charge was slow and plodding, careful. They got about three-fourths of the way to Logan before the crowd found them and halted their progress. The police immediately followed Logan’s orders and kept Blackout and Salem’s rear flank covered. It was time to test her training, Salem had undergone years of hand to hand combat. She was decked out with gear, and tools. This should be easy.<br><br>There was no question about it, her new section of the mob was assaulting them, weakly, but they were pushing. The police displayed the level of force that Salem was allowed to use. They were using their blunt weapons and their riot shields. So salem used her full force, and went into her kickboxing dojo. And just like sparing, she got good hits in, and they got in good shots on her. They were sloppy though, and she was protected enough to sustain some of this mob.<br><br>She was building confidence as she delivered one or two strong punches that brought grown men to their knees. <br><br>The mob wasn’t trained, but there was a lot of them. She tried to keep herself in a good position, focus on defending herself. She was outnumbered, but she hadn’t felt so strong. She managed to use a pair of handcuffs as she went hand to hand with a rather large man. She slapped one ring around his wrist, flipped him to the ground, using his own weight against him. Unfortunately, as she lowered down to sink her knee into the lower half of his spine. She was trying to lock up the other arm along the middle of his back. But someone interupted her.<br><br>A man had come through their line, and he tackled Salem down to the ground. He was on top of her and much heavier. She was face down, it was not a great situation. As he pulled her head up to presumably bring it down into the concrete below, she muscled backwards and felt the steel band of her visor crunch into his nose. <em>‘Now, that was lucky.’</em> She barely even felt the impact. But she heard him scream in pain, and she felt a spray of blood against the back of her neck. <strong>"Ahh! fuck! get off!"</strong> Salem was still pinned on the ground, but at least she felt the grip on her hair loosen. Struggling, she tried to wriggle free of him, feeling rather useless with a bruised hip and a bloody lip on the ground. <strong>“Aahgn!”</strong> She grunted, trying to throw his weight off of her. It wasn’t going perfectly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 07:09:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HKfanpz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping the friendlies<br><hr><br>At the Doctor’s Danish, David just blinked for a moment. A nod was all that Nemesis requested so it was all the new Team Lead gave, just a subtle acknowledgment that he did understand the language spoken.&nbsp; Though it was a language David was only borrowing from James, he’d be able to speak Danish fluently so long as the doctor stayed close. While the distance wasn’t quite fixed, so long as they were within a floor or two it should be workable. <br><br>The medical bag was appreciated, though the idea that David would want to ‘impress’ Dr. Bradley or that he’d want to assist the doctor felt offensive in some way that David struggled with. It almost felt as though Nemesis wanted to take control of the mission. To undermine David or question his ability to lead. Comments to Chamber were off-putting to say the least, but the real topper for David was the flippant mention of Dachau. A concentration camp where tens of thousands had died. <strong>“In… In a good way?”</strong> So many questions flooded David’s mind, nearly overpowering his ability to think about anything else, but he eventually pulled himself away. All the Team Lead could do was shake his head in disbelief. <br><br>Kitty’s voice over the comm was a reminder of just what they were there for: a conference room on the second floor… Not his first choice, a bit too close to the entrance, but it would certainly do. “Alright, Conference Room B Second Floor. That’s out central spot. Good job Shadowcat,” he said over the comms to the rest of Gold Team. <strong>“Guide everyone you can to there. And if they’re too injured to move, let me or Dr. Nemesis know so we can patch them up.” </strong><br><br>As he walked down the steps, into the library itself, David added another message for ‘his troops’.<strong> “You’re right Chamber, this is probably not going clean win. But that’s what we get when we agreed to be X-Men. We do missions where the odds are stacked against us. But it’s what we have to do to make them trust us a little more.”</strong><br><br>A suitably cliche filled motivational speech behind him, David continued down the stair well and towards the first peaceful protester. There was a split second of fear, but the sight of orange visors almost seemed to calm him. “X-Men?” The protester asked with a quivering voice, the bruises and dried blood making him seem more of a victim than he probably intended. <br><br><strong>“Yeah, I’m an X-Man. Prodigy.” </strong>David said with what he hoped was confidence, offering a hand to help the other man to his feet. Once on his feet the protester, Kyle, seemed to be able to stand without shaking too much. <strong>“C’mon, my team and I are setting up a base in a conference room. Let’s get you down there and clean you up.”</strong><br><br>That prospect seemed to trouble Kyle, the young protester just shaking his head. “No man, I can help. I’m okay, just a little shaken up.” David just let out a sigh at that. Something told him that trying to reason with Kyle would be more trouble than it was worth. <strong>“The best way you can help us is to help us find all of your people.”</strong> Kyle seemed to accept that easily enough, following behind David and helping the mutant tend to any protesters they found who needed the help. <br><br>By the time David had made it to the second floor conference room, a small handful of the protesters were following behind David or shuffling along with his help. Opening the doors of the room, David let all of them rest before tending to one woman who had a particularly nasty cut along her stomach. It was easy enough to patch her up given the medkit Nemesis had given him and the kills he copied from the doctor, but it took time. Time that he wasn’t out finding the rest of the protesters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>15-03-2017, 19:59:14</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/2/27/Colossus_Bloodline_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20071203033515)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the big guns</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He could feel the animosity and sheer, primal hatred mixed with mob style fear radiating off of these people. And the irony was that they saw mutants as little more than animals when they themselves were acting the part. Logan remained in constant contact with Salem, and after a quick update he informed Colossus of the obvious, but unwanted first part of this mission. Taking down rioters. "Da, let's do this quickly, tovarisch." It was rather easy for him to physically keep the people at bay, but with so many he had to use the tiniest portion of his strength so as to not accidentally break someone.<br><br>&nbsp;And while he was holding back about eight people shoved into a group, Salem shouted into his radio, causing him to smile. "As if there is some other way for me to stand!" When Logan grabbed his first rioter, two more lunged at the man from his blind spot. "Logan, watch out!," he shouted at the same time he pushed the tiny group back. Just how the small, old man seemed far too fast for his age. The massive, metal one was just as swift, snatching up both of Logan's attacker's by their jackets and holding them high above the crowd like naughty children.<br><br>&nbsp;He turned and dropped them at the feet of the police, then narrowed his dull white eyes when he saw Cyclops through the crowd. Her voice screeched into their comms, his feet thudded on the pavement. "Logan, watch Blackout, I've got Cyclops." He walked through the crowd, the people having no choice but to be forced out of his way if they didn't move. His shadow blotted out the sun over Salem for a total of three seconds before a thunk, barely loud enough to be heard over the roar registered a metallic finger had flicked her attacker in the back of the head. He'd be unconscious for at least a few hours. With that same hand, he hoisted the man off of her, then offered her his free arm to pull her to his feet. "You okay? We need to reform our ranks before things get too hectic!" Taking out a pair of ties, he zipped the sleeping man's wrists behind him and set him on the ground for the police.<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 01:18:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f8/bf/9a/f8bf9a9c5357d7468b84d2d548e0a86e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 18:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy, Chamber, Dr. Nemesis. Mentioning Blue Team<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heart rate is up...this is real world<br><hr><br>Each room was checked....one by one. Only once or twice was she was greeted with a single person, each one sent into the large conference room. Kitty knew that it would be getting full soon, and hoped that it would be enough. Still, rounding the pro-mutant protesters and getting them to safety was the key, and Kitty was hoping nobody was left. In order to ensure that, a room-by-room check was necessary.<br><br>The problem with going room to room wasn't that there was a nasty surprise in the room. It was the possibility of something outside coming in. Occasionally Kitty heard things hitting the wall, or something to small to break a window hitting one...making her flinch. Coming into one room facing the street, she paused as she finished coming through the wall, seeing two people looking out the window, a look of fear on their faces. <br><br>"Please...get away from the window. My name is Shadowcat, I'm with the X-men...we are here to-" Kitty was cut off by a crash right between her and the protestors. The two people screamed, Kitty ducking down as the brick hit her shoulder. She flinched, glass shards flying towards them all. While her eyes were protected, a few shards hit her face, causing a couple of cuts. Ignoring them, she would wave the two on to the door. "Head to the conference room...we'll be getting you all out soon."<br><br>The second protestor smiled, and looked up to Kitty as they headed for the door. "Thank you...Shadowcat. And thank the rest of the X-men". Kitty just smiled, glancing down the hall and pointing the way to the conference room. Once they were gone, Kitty glanced to the broken window again, the shouts of angry people more audible. Looking away, she started back to the conference room as well, getting on the comm. "Dave...second floors clesr. Heading back to conference room now. I'd suggest people stay away from the Windows, a brick came through the last room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>16-03-2017, 01:58:30</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.0.1079.1079/13391218_258924467796706_446677241_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MzI4MzU0OTk1MjYwMzkzMQ%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Following orders and trying not to lose her lunch.<br><hr><br>Blackout was overwhelmed.&nbsp; Oh she was trying her best, having formed large shields made of shadows in order to try and keep the mob that was charging them away from her.&nbsp; She was a good fighter, but she had her orders and her orders were to attempt to keep the mob away from them, or at least that's what she thought her orders were.&nbsp; In truth, she was starting to grow confused and she was trying to battle back panic.&nbsp; All her training, all her confidence, it hadn't prepared her for the sheer and utter hatred that these people displayed for them.<br><br>And it only got worse as Cyclops was hit.&nbsp; Blackout had just looked away for a moment, using one of her shields to deflect a throw rock that would've struck one of them and when she looked down, Salem was being tackled and wrestled to the ground by a man that was easily twice her size.&nbsp; And while Salem was a far better fighter, the man had the drop on her and was probably going to win the fight.&nbsp; Blackout knew that she could change that by getting involved and helping her teammate.&nbsp; But she froze.&nbsp; She completely and utterly froze, her mind going blank as she struggled to comprehend what was happening right then.&nbsp; And it was only the interference of Colossus that startled her back into some semblance of functionality.<br><br>Seeing Salem safe for now, Blackout started to calm down a bit.&nbsp; But it wasn't enough.&nbsp; All around them, the mob was pressing in, starting to stress the line of police that was still trying their best to help.&nbsp; And suddenly, Blackout was 13 again.&nbsp; She was 13 and being closed in on by those girls.&nbsp; Memories of the fight flooded her mind and she found herself retreating into herself, remembering every kick, every blow, and the slash that had given her the scar she still bore to this day.&nbsp; Anyone looking at her would notice her shields drop, leaving her vulnerable and apparently someone had noticed and it wasn't one of her fellow X-men.<br><br>A rock came flying out of the ground and this time, she wasn't aware enough to stop it.&nbsp; Instead, it struck her in the side of the head and everything for her went dark as she dropped to the ground in a heap.&nbsp; A small trail of blood started to ooze from her hairline where the rock had struck her and the mob cheered as they saw one of the mutant scum go down and go down hard.&nbsp; This energized them and they renewed their efforts to try and get to the remaining mutants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>17-03-2017, 01:17:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/DoctorNemesisCombat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> First lawn, then helicopter, then roof<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Being a smartass<br><hr><br>Nemesis couldn't help but smile as he saw Prodigy's reaction to his comments on Dachau. He moved with the younger man, watching him intently, his eyes taking a quick scan of his vitals, blinking twice to store it for comparison later. He sighed softly <br><br>"I was at Dachau, liberating it that is, it was a dark, dark day, but once we saw the smiles on the faces of those poor people, it made the horrors of that day worth it. I've never quite been the same since that day, it was... something... " <br><br>he said nearly silently, eyes moving rapidly around in his head, scanning all directions. He smiled softly as he took to walking a step behind prodigy <br><br>"and please don't think I think you're not fit to lead, I understand why I am not leading, but that doesn't mean I won't complain about it. Your power is ideal for these situations, I am just worried about you, if you can live with the choices you might have to make" <br><br>He said as he patted Prodigy's shoulder, his eyes looking directly into Prodigy's for a moment before hearing a groan nearby, he raised his gun, readying it&nbsp; <br><br>"If you ever need to talk, I have 90 years worth of listening experience" <br><br>he finished, just as they came upon the first of the protestors, he did a quick scan again, nodding softly to Prodigy <br><br>"mild bruising on the left thigh and in the armpit, broken nose, missing 3 teeth"<br><br>&nbsp;he said as he took a defensive posture, gun raised, one eye looking through the back of his skull and the other looking forward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>19-03-2017, 20:31:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Chamber_unbound.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon "Jono" Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Doctor Nemesis, Prodigy, Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Giving people something to clean up...<br><hr><br>He followed the others into the building, but even as Shadowcat found a room to take the good protestors he continued on. If he was to be the first line of defense in the library he needed to give them time in the off chance some got through. Although with the way that crowd sounded outside it might be a sure bet that Chamber would find himself busy. Eyes looked over the main floor of the library even as Prodigy gave out some more directions. A plan formed as he took stock of the ways the rioters might get in however he spread a message to the minds of the Gold Team, "If I find anyone I'll send them up... I'm more concerned with making things harder for any bloody idiots that make it past the other old man outside... Which means I get to make a mess and find a way to cut off the lights in the first floor. Other then breaking bulbs of course, pretty sure these nice blokes don't want glass raining down..."<br><br>Jono headed down the steps into the first floor of the library his eye seemed to be constantly on the move. It was in the first aisle he turned into when he saw her... The girl looked to be around his age and appeared to be goth from his first glance of her clothing. Chamber blinked before pointing back towards the stair, "Hey luv... You need to get to the second floor conference room. It's were the others are gathering..." His face took on a surprised look as the girl looked frightened and ran the other way and deeper into the first floor. Jono let out a mental sigh, "Oh bloody hell...."<br><br>Another protester looked around the corner at Jono, "Upstairs right? That girl ran towards the back..."<br><br>They parted ways as Jono was more concerned with the front for now... After double checking he moved about five rows back and put his shoulder to a shelf of books. Chamber needed to rock it but was rewarded with the crashes of bookshelves headed towards the entrance. From there he continued with checks and more obsticales for any rioters that got in. Soon he made it to the door down to the basement and Jono called back up to Prodigy, "I'm at the basement door... Think they keep the breaker panel down there?"<br><br>It took a second, but he saw that the door remained open a small ways... That girl wouldn't have gone down would she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 23:16:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Scene Setting - Outdoor Riot (Blue Team)</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library <br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 8th 2017, 6:30 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Colossus, Logan, Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Graydon Creed's yells, Rioters fighting the police and X-Men</div> <br><br>At the back of the mob Graydon began to preach to his people. Picking up a megaphone he flicked it on, as loud as he could make it. The speakers were good, but the effect of a megaphone almost doubled the effect, echoing his words out twice, and considerably louder. There was a second of piercing feedback that brought a lot of eyes his way before he started to speak. <br><br><strong>"People! Men! That is what you are! You are defending AMERICA! Your home and nation! Against this alien threat." </strong><br><br>He spat the words aggressively, and then as a show he reached out for one of his men. They handed him a brick and he took a few seconds before hurling it as hard as he could in the direction of Logan. It was a long shot, but a stroke of luck sent it headed right on target. He made a big show of making sure the act was seen.<br><br><strong>"See me, Friends of Humanity! Standing against the would be mutant oppressors! These monsters, freaks... Invaders!"</strong><br><br>It seemed there was no end to his insane but passionate rhetoric, and it undeniably had an impact on the crowd. The men rioting redoubled their efforts. Several capitalised on Graydon's own throw and, wielding baseball bats and large knives, moved in towards the man to capitalize on the impact. Unfortunately the short but bulky mutant didn't seem particularly phased, but their leader's orders spurred them on. <br><br><hr><br>Meanwhile another group was attempting to reach the girl with the visor who'd been rescued by the metallic giant. Cowards one and all they were holding back, forming a sort of circle and doing their best to lunge or fling bricks and rocks at the girl without being disabled by her rescuer. Quietly one turned and slipped a nine-millimeter pistol from his pocket. Cocking the gun he spun to take aim, only giving the girl and her guardian a few seconds to respond before he'd have a clean and easy shot. <br><br>A short distance away rioters began to form a human wall between the police and other mutants and the girl who'd been conjuring some form of shadows, who had now collapsed on the floor. They positioned their bodies so as to try to at least slow down anyone in their way. Two men who looked out of place among the riot approached her. They were dressed in almost all black with combat boots, kevlar vests and both carrying semi-automatic shotguns. They nodded to the other rioters and yanked her off the ground violently, not caring if she was injured in the process. As soon as they had her hauled off her feet, carried between the two of them, they began heading deeper into the riot itself and towards Graydon Creed. Not too far away Creed himself smirked as he saw what was happening. <br><br><hr><br>At the forefront of the riot nearer to the front of the building the police were having issues. While not overwhelmed entirely it was proving to be a particularly aggressive group of rioters and Graydon's yelling did nothing to help that. But they were at least holding their own and stopping the 'Friends of Humanity' from pushing forwards at all. A few of the officers were noticing how bold the mutants were. While some were clearly capable of bravery as they were virtually invulnerable even the ones who could quite easily be harmed or even killed seemed to be nothing short of incredibly brave. Their Captain gave orders loudly, almost as deafening as Graydon himself was. He was a tall and strong man, and fiercely determined to so his orders proud and prove the point that the 'Friends of Humanity' were far from being friends of his. <br><br><strong>"Move it up! Assist the X-men!"</strong><br><br>He gestured swiftly to a few of his men who began pushing out, fighting their way into the crowd. They bowled over the initial few rioters with their heavy shields but the sheer numbers opposing them quickly proved it would be up to the X-Men to recover the girl who was down. He stamped out of frustration but kept a professional face on. No time to be as bad as Graydon. Instead he began talking loudly into the megaphone to oppose the insanity directly. <br><br><strong>"Calm it down people! This is not right, don't fight for hate and segregation!" </strong><br><br>He did his best to appeal to the humanity of the rioters. Of course it would almost certainly be lost on them, but perhaps if a few could be made to doubt their actions it would save a few injuries. Meanwhile the men around him held strong, each one inspired to make certain nobody made it past them into the library. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 23:57:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Scene Setting - Indoor Victims (Gold Team)</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library <br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 8th 2017, 6:30 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Shadowcat, Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong>People huddling, panicking. Molotovs being thrown. </div> <br><br>On the inside of the building the sounds of the riot were nothing short of overwhelming. Both Graydon and the Police Captain's voices booming through megaphones coupled with the thuds of violence and the general roar of the crowd. The piercing sounds of the projectiles shattering windows were some of the only sounds high enough to overwhelm the constant chaos. Outdoors the rioters focused on the building finished throwing bricks and nodded, seeming happy they'd dealt with enough windows. The small group of men passed around molotov cocktails, starting to light them up and cheering each other on. The first, a particularly accurate shot so far, threw his Molotov as hard as he could at the shattered window by Kitty. It soared clean through and exploded on the floor, flinging flames across the room. Instantly there was a blast of heat and light, and the room barely lasted a second before flames lapped across it and started to spread. <br><br>Downstairs the fire fighters quickly saw the flaming projectiles, headed to the side door to avoid breaking any barricades and searching out the point of impact. The men yelled out for the X-Men inside. <br><br><strong>"Fire service here, we're friendly! Where are the flames?" </strong><br><br>The men weren't entirely sure whether any of the mutants would be able to help them, but at the very least they were perfectly happy to ask them for directions. They started to fan out and head up, at least knowing the bomb had gone through the window. Unfortunately back outside it was far from the last molotov and quickly more followed on. Fortunately most were poor shots and only hit concrete or windows. But the few that were aimed well at already broken windows began to start very serious flames in the piles of books and wood. <br><br>The survivors started screaming and panicking at the sight of the fire, doing their best to crawl away from it but often only injuring themselves further. The survivors in the conference room couldn't see the flames yet but they could hear the rapidly increasing panic and the sounds of explosions. They began to look around, worried, and try to see what was happening. They murmured among themselves for the most part, not wanting to act out or cause trouble for the X-Men doing their best to save them, but also concerned for their safety as the situation developed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 05:39:20</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> After Colossus says he's going to get Cyclops, Logan makes it his mission to find Blackout. He can't see her, but he sees her shields standing taller than the crowd, until they go out. He tries to break through the crowd to find her, and gets beaten up a bit in the process, including taking a brick to his right eye. Logan spots Joanne being carried towards Graydon, but needs to break through one final mass of opposing bodies before he can confront the mysterious, well-armed men taking her away.<br><hr><br>Logan stood in the heart of chaos, and looked into its darkest corners. It dared him to flinch. The old man set his jaw, and continued to stare back into it. <em>I ain't afraid of you. I've known you all my damn life. You're nothin' to me.</em> The roaring din of rioters was all that Logan could hear; If his team was shouting for him without the use of their communicators, he couldn't have picked their voices out of the crowd, and that was taking into consideration Logan's big, sensitive ears. He could barely smell them amid the mosh pit he'd found himself within, flanked on three side by angry men, his fourth side closing in behind him. The old man had just grabbed and detained one rioter, but his buddies attacked while Logan was too occupied to defend himself. Before he had to worry about getting them off his back, he saw them leave their feet and get tossed aside, the glinting steel form of Pete standing over him an assurance that he wasn't alone yet.<br><br>The hulking Russian had bigger priorities, however. Logan didn't need saving as much as the other two did. Over the comms, Peter barked his status, and saw him wading off in the general direction of Cyclops. Logan couldn't see over the rest of the crowd, but he was sure the big guy knew where he was going. <strong>"Roger that, Colossus. Blackout, do you read me? What's your status?"</strong> He could no longer tell where she was, save for the glint of forged shadows cast slightly overhead, the topmost edge of the shields she was wielding against the crowd undoubtedly pouring around her. His gut churned, knowing that she must have been terrified in that moment. Pete had nothing to worry about, none of these humans could hurt him; Salem was made out of even tougher stuff than Petey, and she didn't have the steel skin to puff her up at all. But Joanne was not like either of them. He took her along because he wanted to see her toughen up a little, but more importantly, to taste the action and see if it was her calling. Not all X-Men were destined for field work, but she had a toolkit that he would have liked to have on his side back in the day. <br><br>The pinching in his gut turned into the jagged edge of a knife as Logan saw Joanne's shields blink out. <em>Can't be good. Not unless the cops pulled her out of the muck. Doubt it.</em> Then, something caught his eye; A large rock, flying through the air, headed towards where he imagined Blackout would be. There was not much of an arc to it, as it sailed with more strength and urgency to come to a full, lazy curve. He didn't hear or see the rock strike her, but he instinctively knew that a member of his team just went down, and if that wasn't true, then they would be within moments if she didn't get her shields back up.<br><br><strong>"Movin' to assist Blackout!"</strong> The Blue leader roared over the communicators. It was only Logan's large mitts held up defensively in front of him, swaying side to side to sweep away aggressive rioters, that kept him on his feet. When he began to charge through them, Logan knew they'd start nipping at his heels. <strong>"Colossus, guide me through the-"</strong> His thoughts and words were interrupted when a brick smacked him across the right side of the face. He hadn't seen it coming over the wall of angry flesh that separated him and whoever had tossed it. He was so blindsided that the impact staggered him, and Logan fell into the arms of someone who wasn't so willing to catch him. He felt his back get braced by an aluminum baseball bat before he got shoved forward, stumbling deeper into the crowd, only adjacently following the path to Blackout. The older mutant found his footing and his senses just a moment later; Despite his right eye drooping in its broken orbital socket, the pain was gone in a moment. Not that he couldn't feel it, but Logan had felt so much pain in his life that he just learned to get over it. <em>Should've grabbed one of them helmets,</em> he chastised himself for his mistake, but he'd figured that a visible face and clean eyesight would benefit him more than some superficial safety.<br><br>The same aluminum bat from before smacked against the top of Logan's shoulders again, the weight of the blow pushing him deeper into the crowd. He felt a sharp stabbing sensation in his ribs as a knife attempted to plunge through his kevlar vest; Neither blow slowed Logan, and the next time they swiped at him, he raked his hands out to slap the weapons away. He felt that knife push through his palm before he recoiled back, a spurt of his blood rippling through the air before he applied his wounded fist to the clenched jaw of his attacker. Adamantium knuckles shattered bone and the other man collapsed like a marionette with his strings cut loose. His buddies caught him, and Logan took the distraction as an opportunity, wriggling around the group and getting lost in the crowd, closer to where he'd pinned Blackout to be just a moment earlier.<br><br>The sound of a sinister voice cackled through a megaphone adjacent to him; If Logan still trusted his instincts, the brick-thrower must have been awfully close to the man who was the clear instigator of the escalated violence. Whoever it was, they were lower priority. He had to find Joanne, and make sure that she was still standing, still... Alive. He kept his head down, his lack of height advantageous for once, and he bowled through the crowd semi-unnoticed for about thirty seconds. That's when he saw them; Men in slick professional gear, but without any police markings, team-carrying his girl towards the speaker. Logan could barely smell beyond the rotten stench of dozens of men's body odor, but he knew something was rotten about them.<br><br>There were too many people in between him and Joanne; Logan clenched his fists and felt the blades beneath his knuckles flexing with urgency, demanding to be freed. Logan once again found himself staring into the red eyes of chaos. Wolverine begged to be free. In mere seconds he could have cleaved his way through the crowd and freed her. Leaving countless dead at his feet. But that way meant that they would just fear him more. It meant that the cops would want to put irons on his wrists, too. Screaming with fury, his claws safely sheathed beneath his skin, Logan bulldozed through hundreds of bodies, hoping to catch Joanne before she made it to the devil organizing this entire charade, before those auto shotguns and whatever else these dirtbags carried could be put to use against Blackout. He was responsible for her; He would rescue her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 11:57:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside around the perimeter of the mob<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin - GOLD team (ish)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Salem gets up. She watches the stone hit Joanne. then she sees a gun. She reacts before she thinks (rare). The ZAHN of her laser strikes the man in the hand. She takes control of the situation and moves with the cops toward the mob again. She's very angry now. Cyclops reports to the police and the team that there could be guns in the crowd. She tells Colossus that they're to push the line and try to move this mob as much as they can. As she fights the mob again, this time with her baton, she starts to do better. Her mind is busy, and she's looking for more guns.<br><hr>The struggle on the ground was over in an instant. The tension had been so high, the adrenaline was flowing fast. The grappling contest with the much larger opponent had ended abruptly even, she felt him go completely still first, and then fall over, as if he might have been killed. <em>‘What?’ - ‘I didn’t hear a gunshot?’ - ‘Logan? He didn’t, he wouldn’t.’</em> She didn’t get far in her assessment before the answer came. <em>‘Only Colossus could do that.’</em> Cyclops reached up and clutched his wrist. She hopped to her feet and nodded to him, but there was a lot going on around her. <br><br>Cyclops cocked her head at Blackout, noticing the odd behavior. She watched the rock strike, and it rocked her. Cyclops started to shake instantly. <em>‘No…’ </em>She instantly became concerned that more projectiles would be coming.<em> ‘Oh god Joanne.’</em> The mob gathered quickly, and there were particular men that looked like they needed to take Joanne somewhere very specific. They were gone with her in an instant <br><br>Colossus had had his back turned to it. Slim didn’t have time to point it out. Logan was already screaming about it in her ear, and there was a pistol coming from the crowd. cyclops didn’t have a hud in her visor that helped her find these things. But she sensed patterns, and she knew what the stance of someone with a pistol looked like. The armed man had both of his hands on the grip. She could see it in his eyes, he had every intention of firing.<br><br>Cyclops didn’t realize it, but her hand was already on her temple. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>&gt;ZZAAAAHN&lt; </em>- 11%</strong></span></span> <em>‘oh fuck.’ </em>She hadn’t remembered the moment that she decided to do that. Her beam had made contact with the man’s right hand. Three of his fingers were broken, and the pistol fell to the ground. Slim took three steps forward and shouted, <strong>“Do! Not! Do that!”</strong> Her hand was still on her temple. <strong>“On the ground!” </strong><br><br>The man fell to his knees holding his throbbing hand. There was no serious trauma, perhaps some tendon damage, <em>‘hope he’s not a piano player…’ </em><br><br>As Cyclops' power was set on display, and Colossus was beside her, a statue of steel, she felt the power. The two of them beside each other made an impact on any and all but the most serious and dedicated of the mob. Salm nodded to Colossus, and continued toward the pistol on the ground. The police moved with her and reformed the line. <strong>“Nobody move!!”</strong> She scanned the crowd, looking for more guns. Cyclops didn’t want to alarm anyone, but now was a good time to know the truth. This was a wasp’s nest, it wasn’t a riot.<em> ‘It’s a time bomb.’ </em>She opened her comm, and spoke loudly, clearly, and with as little urgency as possible. <strong>“All Channels. We have possible armed suspects. Advance with caution. Deploy non lethal fire-arms.”</strong><br><br>The officers in riot gear with her and Colossus could hear her, and it bolstered their confidence. The morale shifted in their small group of peacekeepers. They knew that Logan was out to rescue the small girl they’d all failed, but with Cyclops safe, hot with laser and anger; with Colossus at their backs. They felt like they had called in the X-men for the right reasons.<br><br>Slim came up to the pistol as the police line gained some ground. Colossus was a hell of an intimidator. It was easier to attack two girls with a bunch of cops than it was to attack a metal man and a girl that came with laser beam attached. She looked to Colossus.<strong> “We can’t overextend like Logan.” - “He’ll get her back. He’s the only one who can.” - “You and I can’t charge in … But we can push!” </strong><br><br>There was more to it than that, and Cyclops was well aware of that. <em>‘Tick tock- tick tock’ </em>Cyclops did not like this situation. She saw a catastrophe waiting to happen. But that didn’t stop her from joining the fight. She drew her baton and went to work. Not everyone in the mob was excited to fight her anymore. A couple at the start almost looked hesitant to fight her. She had a fragile appearance, but she had a fury hidden behind the angry red of her ruby quartz visor. Cyclops found her footing. Her baton was furious, and her leg kicks came with a force that she didn’t appear to be capable of. Anyone that came at her suffered some serious wrath. All the while she kept her eye out for more guns. This was real, and an unseen firearm could seriously end her life. While she fought, her mind was active.<br><br><em>‘We have to get out of here.’ - ‘Logan. Please find her.’ - ‘gold team, we need speed’ - ‘I should have taken down that guy with the megaphone’ - ‘Was it just one guy with a gun?’ - ‘what are the odds of that?’ - ‘more than one thousand people, one gun, edge of the crowd, hunting mutants.’ - ‘odds are good.’ - ‘hunting mutants?’ - ‘Joanne’ - ‘There’s more guns.’ - ‘swivel, head, head on a swivel.’ - ‘report guns!’ - ‘oh, already did.’ - ‘tick tock tick tock’ </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 17:05:08</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/HKfanpz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David ‘Dave’ Alleyne<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Helping the friendlies<br><hr><br>The words of Dr. Nemesis were, if nothing else, incredibly off putting for David.&nbsp; While he mentioned that he’d been part of the group to free Dachau, there was a part of Gold Team’s leader who questioned if the elder Doctor had really been on the good side during World War 2. And as they walked through the corridors, helping any protesters they found, there were comments that set Alleyne on edge. About how David shouldn’t fear for his role as leader, that there was no desire to take over for the younger leader. All things that would have been reassuring if David had actually said them to Nemesis. Instead it seemed as though the other man was reading his thoughts. Which, if true, was troubling for a number of reasons.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“We should split up I think”</strong> David finally said to his other team member <strong>“We can cover more ground and find more protesters that way.” </strong><br><br>Making his way from Dr. Nemesis, Chamber’s question was brought to his mind.<strong> “A breaker panel? Yeah it would be in the basement or, failing that, outside of the building.”<br></strong><br>A few minutes passed, more friendly citizens helped to the conference room, when Kitty’s voice came over the comm unit. Apparently some of the FoH&nbsp; were redoubling their efforts, throwing bricks and glass bottles through the windows. <strong>“Thanks for the heads up Shadowcat” </strong>He said over the comms, trying to remain calm and not let his worries about Kitty come through. One of his favorite students, he felt strange with her being in this dangerous position. To say nothing of Salem out there in the really dangerous spot. But they were adults, old enough to decide they wanted to take the risks. <br><br>It was only a few moments later when the first molotov came through the window, crashing and creating a dangerous fire in the room the floor below David. The hud on his goggles let the Leader know there was a dangerous rise of temperature in a room on the second floor. It was far enough away from the friendly protesters that they wouldn’t be in immediate danger, but the conference room that had been the central location was clearly not viable anymore. <br><br><strong>“Shadowcat! Nemesis! Change of plans!”</strong> David clearly called out over the comms. <strong>“The second floor has a bad fire that’s starting to spread. I’m going to try and contain it, but there’s no promises that works. Nemesis! I want you to start evacuating people in the room. Take them to the roof and have them get onto the copter. And Kitty! I need you to do a sweep of the first floor and basement for me! Make sure there’s no stragglers down there! The rest of the floors are clear”</strong><br><br><strong>“Chamber! I need you up here on the second floor! This fire is getting bad, and I think I’m going to need your help.”</strong> While Chamber might not be able to snuff out of the fire easily, there was a good chance that his bio flames would be useful. Fighting fire with fire after all. Though since the bio flames didn’t need oxygen… would they be effective firefighting tools? They’d certainly find out. As he gave the pyrokinetic an order, grabbing a fire extinguisher from the wall, David heard the voice of the firefighters calling out.<br><br><strong>“Second floor!”</strong> He cried out to the first responders, hoping they could get there quickly. After he yelled that out of a window to them, David grabbed a second fire extinguisher and started to run down towards the source of the fire. From a floor or two below, he could also hear the professionals breaking down a door to rush in towards the danger aswell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 19:36:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/2/27/Colossus_Bloodline_Vol_1_4_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20071203033515)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Colossus<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Joanne Weber | Blackout, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong> Bringing out the big guns</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Colossus knew Salem was watching his back as he hoisted her to her feet. But he also knew, that she knew, she didn't have to. After all, what good was an indestructible metal giant if he couldn't afford to turn his back to rioters and small arms fire?&nbsp; In fact, he could hear the pinging of bottles, bricks, rocks and other random debris crashing against his Osmium hide to no other effect than minor annoyance. Even more reason why it was more important for Salem to use her weird gift for tactics and spatial awareness to help guide them through this madhouse they'd dropped into. And since Salem wasn't invulnerable, he decided that no matter highly skilled, she'd eventually lose from sheer numbers. <br><br>The easiest solution was to lessen those numbers. It took a moment for him to focus enough to gauge his strength properly, but once he was confident people would be lightly injured at best, he went to work. A slight push to a man's chest sent him flying backward, knocking down a group of people behind him. A tap to the head here and there dropped burly, full grown men like potato sacks. Colossus looked like a riot robot or something, programmed to quickly and efficiently incapacitate unruly mobs. It's easier to arrest someone when they're rolling on the ground or unconscious. Logan's voice in the comms snapped Pete's head around to quickly locate the older mutant.<br><br>&nbsp;"Logan, I see her. You're heading in the right direction. Just stay straight!" He wanted to give him more, but between the people surrounding him and the throng Logan was pushing through, he lost the visual pretty quick. "I lost her. I don't see her anymore, Logan; too many people." Cyclop's optic beam had a particular and unique sound to it, and hearing it had Colossus spinning to punch the next problem, only to stop when he saw a gun on the ground and a man whose throbbing hand was bent around the fingers. The girls reflexes and senses were very insanely good, and he was thankful for them. And because of Salem, he only had a broken hand. <br><br>Not a broken everything else from a metal fist after shooting a friend. When they moved up with the officers, he nodded to Cyclops in understanding her orders. Then the two of them started dropping rioters left and right. He was still in full control of his strength but was trying to keep his face stern despite laughing inside when his blows launched men through the air like an action movie. This exchange was starting to feel pointless though. Every time a person dropped, two more stepped up in their stead. They were facing the mother of all Hydra in this situation. He was getting tired of this, and he could see the police were actually getting tired. <br><br>They were severely outnumbered and trying to remain non-lethal. It was an uphill battle to say the least. "Enough! Everyone stand back!" Once everyone, even Cyclops was behind him, he took aim at the shifting mass of people before them. Then he drew his hands back and clapped them together in front of him. The resulting CLANG echoed for blocks, while the targets of the "Thunder Clap" got caught up in a shockwave that swept them backward and cleared breathing room for the officers. There would be bruises, probably broken bones. But nothing beyond what was already happening, and now they had a few precious moments before the other side recovered. <br><br>"Where's the man in charge? Cut the head off the snake, the body dies!" With his massive height, even the tallest of the crowd didn't do much to obscure his vision. It took some scanning, but with the portion of the crowd he'd blown away still rolling around on the ground, he saw the man who looked like he was in charge. "There!" He pointed a hammer sized finger toward Graydon, where the mob wasn't quite as excited. Probably because the most order was right around the boss. "Take him down and we can start to wrap this up!"<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 21:55:17</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f8/bf/9a/f8bf9a9c5357d7468b84d2d548e0a86e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty | Shadowcat<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 18:30<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy, Chamber, Dr. Nemesis. Mentioning Blue Team<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heart rate is up...this is real world<br><hr><br>The second floor was quickly becoming a bad place to be. The sound of more and more glass breaking was becoming proof of that. Ignoring the cuts on her cheek and forehead that had a bit of blood drooling down the side of her face, Kitty began making her way towards the conference room. It was only the sound just in front of her of a <em>crash...WHOOOSH!</em> That made her stop short. She skidded to a halt as the flames quickly began licking just out of the door, her eyes widening. "...fuck. This isn't good."<br><br>It was lucky for comms. She heard David, and took a deep breath, holding it as she sank through the floor and dropped to a knee as she hit the first floor. Hadn't the rest of the team done a sweep of the ground floor yet? Going to the basement...especially with a fire...seemed like suicide to her. But David was the leader, and leaders had to be followed. Besides, she respected David a lot. He was a mentor to her, and for that alone, she was willing to trust him with her life. Literally.<br><br>The first floor was scanned over, each room rudimentally being opened and looked through. "IS ANYONE ELSE STILL DOWN HERE???" She called out. Time was of the essence. Kitty didn't know what was going on outside...but if projectiles were going through the windows, it couldn't be going well. She continued on, room for room, until finally reaching the stairs to the basement. Gloved hand reached for her ear, allowing her to speak into the communicator. "First floor is cleared. Heading to the basement. Keep me updated on that fire so I don't get stuck down there." Kitty looked down the stairs, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly before drawing out her batons. Non-lethal was the order of the day...but what if one of the outside protestors was down there, just waiting for a chance to strike? Kitty wasn't about to take the chance. <br><br>Heading down into the basement, she began to call out. "Anyone here!!!! X-Men! We are here to get you out! Sound off if you are down here!" Silence seemed to follow. Eerie silence. Even the sounds of angry protestors outside didn't seem the penetrate the cold concrete walls of the hallway as she continued on, glancing behind her every now and then. <br><br>Kitty hated it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 03:29:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s480x480/e35/c0.0.1079.1079/13391218_258924467796706_446677241_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MzI4MzU0OTk1MjYwMzkzMQ%3D%3D.2.c)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, James Howlett | Old Man Logan, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Davi Alleyne | Prodigy, Doctor Nemesis, Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat, Jonothon Starsmore | Chamber<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Fighting for her life, whatever the cost.<br><hr><br>Normally, darkness was her friend and ally.&nbsp; She could use it, both to hide and to fight.&nbsp; But this time, darkness had proven to work against her as it had invaded her mind and left her completely at the mercy of the men that were trying to pull her back towards their leader.&nbsp; However, the mob also served to work against their efforts as the people all wanted a good look at her, jeering and spitting on her prone form.&nbsp; And this lack of speed also bought her some time as well.&nbsp; And so it was that she came back into consciousness, her head hurting in more ways that one as she tried to gain her bearings.&nbsp; The first thing she was aware of was all of the strangers around her, most of which not at all looking friendly.&nbsp; And the second that she was being dragged further and further into the mob.<br><br>Where they were dragging her, she hadn't a clue.&nbsp; But she knew that it couldn't be anywhere good, so she immediately started to struggle against their grip.&nbsp; <strong>"Let me go!"</strong> she shouted as she struggled, <strong>"I didn't do anything to you, let me go!"</strong>&nbsp; None of the men said a word, they just continued to drag her along as she felt kicks and jabs and spit hitting her from the crowd around them.&nbsp; <strong>"LOGAN!&nbsp; CYCLOPS!&nbsp; COLOSSUS!"</strong>&nbsp; She shouted the names of her teammates, hoping that somehow they would hear her and come to her aid.&nbsp; But as she shouted, she felt a nasty blow hit the side of her head and knock her for a loop once more, but this time she stayed conscious.&nbsp; And a terrifying realization hit her in that moment.<br><br>She was alone and in danger.&nbsp; The others either hadn't realized her plight or couldn't reach her.&nbsp; She was on her own and she had to do what she had to do in order to survive.&nbsp; A fight or flight instinct was triggered in her and flight clearly wasn't an option for her.&nbsp; So she was left with no choice but to fight.&nbsp; And the tools she needed were all around her.&nbsp; In the fading light, the shadows were deep and dark and she called upon them now.&nbsp; They were working purely on her instinct right now.&nbsp; She needed to be free and the only thing holding her were the arms of these strange men.&nbsp; So the shadows, reacting to her subconscious need to be freed formed into blades.&nbsp; And then those blades did their work.<br><br>Two loud screams filled the arm as she felt herself stop moving.&nbsp; Looking up, she noticed two men holding their arms.&nbsp; Or more accurately the bloody stumps where their arms used to be.&nbsp; A sense of dread filled her as she slowly put two and two together and she looked to the ground.&nbsp; And sure enough, laying only inches from her, were the recently severed arms of the two men that had been dragging her.&nbsp; And this was far too much for her stomach.&nbsp; All of the contents were expelled onto the ground beside the arms as she realized what she'd just done.&nbsp; This wasn't supposed to be a violent mission.&nbsp; They were supposed to get in, get the people, and get out.&nbsp; This wasn't supposed to happen.&nbsp; It was supposed to be safe.&nbsp; And now she'd done this.....this thing.<br><br>Unable to process what she'd just done, she curled in on herself, shadows surrounding her like a cocoon.&nbsp; And all around her, people stared in shock for a long time before a roar of anger and rage came from somewhere in the crowd and a screamed "GET HER" echoed.&nbsp; Now furious and feeling justified in their fury, the mob started to move towards the cocoon of shadow energy that surrounded Blackout, who just lay there, eyes wide as she attempted to process what she'd just done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 19:40:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Scene Setting - Outdoor Riot (Blue Team)</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library <br><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 8th 2017, 6:30 PM <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Colossus, Logan, Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crowd dispersal, threats, hate speech, calling in Salvation </div> <br><br>As Logan, Colossus and Cyclops knocked down many of the crowd the masses only riled against them. More pulled out knives, passed up baseball bats and put even greater aggression into their swings. Some of those with less conviction backed away leaving nothing but the most rabid and violent men facing up to the police and the X-Men. The riot police themselves began taking things far more seriously, readying water cannons at the areas away from their mutant allies. The captain gave the order to open up and in an instant the crowd was pushed away from the front line of riot shields. No amount of anger or determination helped them fight back, and soon the X-Men closest to the Riot police were surrounded by floored men, water and grunts of pain. A few struggled to get up, but most just crawled away. The path was relatively clear to make it to Logan but beyond him there was a wall of rioters still.<br><br>Further back Graydon watched as Logan approached him. The man was pushing an undeniably impressive path through the crowd. But it was of no consequence. Blackout had hurt his men, and for a second he had flinched, but his unwavering will pulled him through. He took the shotgun from the nearest man and pointed it straight at the floored girl. Cocoon or not it seemed unlikely they'd take the chance of her deflecting a full buckshot. He held the microphone to the weapon and gave Logan a slow smirk, locking eyes with him. <em>Click.</em> The gun was readied and aimed directly at the girl's back, and he knew full well Logan would know that sound. Around Graydon the other paramilitary looking men locked and loaded their weapons. A few took aim at Blackout while others focused on Logan. <br><br><strong>"Weapon-X... isn't that what they used to call you?" <br></strong><br>Graydon wasn't using the microphone this time. This was for Logan in particular. He'd talked to people. Well, a person. The same man who loaned him these soldiers. He knew all about Logan's life and fully intended to use that information. <br><br><strong>"A killing machine. That's what you are. You were born to be one. Made a worse one. Spat back out into society. And you really want to live among women and children?" </strong><br><br>Graydon spat his words, finger steady on the trigger. <br><br><strong>"One move and she's gone. Bitch took a man's hands off when he was enforcing the law of america. And she proved her violence and danger. Proved that she should be jailed or killed for being a threat to the public."</strong><br><br>Taking a few steps, still almost smirking at Logan daring him to test whether he'd pull the trigger Graydon stood directly over the girl. Not girl. Freak. Animal. He pressed the barrel of the gun right on the cocoon and then shook his head, before spitting on the floor. <br><br><strong>"Fuckin' Animal."</strong> He started. <strong>"ANIMAL!"</strong> For a brief second his instability flashed through and he almost roared the word at Logan. The rioters around him only cheered and bellowed their support as he returned to using the megaphone. <strong>"Put your God damn' hands in the air, Weapon."</strong> The men beside him took a couple of steps forward, training their shotguns on Logan's chest. At this distance he'd be able to make out the marks on their shoulders. In white just at the base of the guard the word <em>'Purifier' </em>was emblazoned.<br><br><strong>"Come on Wolverine get your paws up!"</strong> Another roar of laughter from the crowd. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of men behind and around Graydon. A sea of hateful people surrounded Logan as though he had temporarily parted it. His allies a little ways behind him he was, at least for now, an island. Without a way out or a single bargaining chip in the deal. Dozens of eyes locked with his, staring him down. A few of the less vitriolic rioters broke the gaze, but it was clear many wholeheartedly believed in their hatred.<br><br><hr><br>Closer to Colossus and Cyclops the police captain saw things shift rapidly from bad to worse. As soon as he saw the man lose his hands he reached for his radio and as things only escalated from there with the hateful riot leader only seeming more incensed one key order was on his mind. He'd heard it from feds when he was called out here. Working with X-Men came with a particular call to make. As soon as he picked it up he flipped to the on-site feds frequency and with a heavy heart and some genuine uncertainty made the call he knew he had to. <br><br><strong>"Send Salvation." </strong><br><br>The words sounded a little cheesy, almost silly, as he said them. But there was no second of humour to him. He had absolutely no idea what might happen now, as a result of that call. The words were said fairly calmly but as the crowd was dashed aside there was a temporarily lull beside the building and he suspected the two nearest X-men, Colossus and Cyclops, may well have heard him. <br><br><hr><br><div align="center">(http://static.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/War-Machine-in-Captain-America-Civil-War.jpg)</div><br>A hundred miles away on a U.S Airforce base Cayden Greyson was already fully suited up performing some standard check-ins. A small light on his heads up display flicked on and he sprung into action in an instant. The men working on his suit knew the drill and backed off instantly. Luckily the work wouldn't inhibit him and he was already very well tooled up. He headed out of the hanger directly onto the runway at a full sprint, feeling the servos in the legs push him to sprint as fast as a speeding care. The adrenaline was already exhilarating. And then he turned to the runway itself. He'd always preferred to take off with a run-up. Vertically felt alien to him, despite being easy enough. And so he continued the sprint only growing faster as the armour fully warmed up and pushed its power. Soon he was essentially a blur, and then in a spectacular motion he dived forwards. <br><br>The sheer power in his legs propelled him upwards and then the rockets in his boots kicked in. It was incomparable to planes. The jolt of that quantity of force applied so fast and so localized was a rush like no other. He accelerated from tens of miles an hour to hundreds, and then thousands, within a few short seconds. With a tremendous thunderclap he broke the sound barrier. Now he was a blur in the air, so small and so fast he was almost undetectable. No matter how serious the situation he couldn't help a brief smile. There was an undeniable satisfaction to heroism. Defending America and American citizens. And right now, in the sky, surrounded by all this power he felt like more than a man. Reigning in his thoughts for a second he returned to the situation at hand. An anti-mutant riot the X-Men had been called to. So far he'd seen their unprofessional side when he tried to deliver the girl to them. Hopefully this would be a more positive interaction. The on-site federal operatives rapidly filled him in on the full details and he prepared accordingly. He'd be on site in no more than a few brief minutes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wajin</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 16:20:19</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/DoctorNemesisCombat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Doctor Nemesis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Building interior <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Prodigy<br><strong>Content:</strong> Search and Rescue<br><hr><br>Nemesis didn't even bother answering Prodigy verbally, merely nodding as he grabbed a vial from his belt and downed it in one quick gulp. His heart rate spiked and he felt a burst of energy flow through him. All his muscles seemed to tense at once and then relaxed, he ran from Prodigy's side at speeds he would never be able to reach normally, the stimulant he had taken kicking every thing into overdrive. He swung his back over, opening it in a quick motion taking out his own gasmask, putting it on before swinging the bag back around his shoulders. The gun hang around his shoulder as he kicked open the door to the room where the now panicking protesters were. He scanned them quickly and realized that 2 of them were in such conditions that they could not walk on their own, at least not at the moment. He thanked his luck as he identified them both as Mutants, low level though, with no obvious abilities, though one of them had perfect Metabolism, for what that was worth. He looked at them for a brief moment before saying "I'm Doctor Nemesis, I'm with the X-Men, there's a fire on the second floor, we have a helicopter on the roof" he smiled softly under the mask as they reacted the way everyone did, they looked at his eyes, and own his eyes. <br><br>A young woman, in her early 20s, perhaps even late teens, stood up "<strong>My brother can't walk</strong>" she said as she gestured to the mutant with the perfect metabolism "<strong>Something's wrong with his ankle</strong>" Nemesis nodded. He could have carried the young man quite easily, but he didn't have time for that sort of inconvenience. Instead, he walked up to the young man, one of his needles out "this is a serum that will induce a very temporary healing factor in you, it should let you heal your ankle" he said as he injected the young man with it. And sure enough, he got up, looking puzzled at the speed of his recovery. The other, a woman in her 40s, had to be carried by one of the other men, as Nemesis realized her genetics would cause problems with the serum.&nbsp; The people started moving out, following the wall, hugging it close. Nemesis moved out with them and moved up ahead of them, peeking around corners <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 07:26:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1c0wyTG.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James 'Logan' Howlett<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown, besiged library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Salem Summers | Cyclops, Piotr Rasputin | Colossus, Joanne Weber | Blackout<br><strong>Content:</strong> Logan makes Graydon an offer: "Let her go. Take me."<br><hr><br>There was chaos in front of him, and madness behind. Logan thought it couldn't get worse, but then it did. He heard the sound of the air shredding as one of Salem's beams shot out at low energy. He couldn't afford to glance back at her, his eyes glued to Blackout as she was dragged through the crowd, but before he could activate his comm and bark at her, she barked first. <em>Armed suspects</em>. Logan knew that. He could see them standing like soldiers, waiting for Blackout to be hauled before their master. But now it at least made sense that Salem had used her powers; He'd almost gotten mad at her for disobeying orders, but he could forgive her for defending herself. <br><br>Before Logan could clear a larger swath towards his objective, another of his team members used their powers. Logan saw a baton rake across Blackout's face as she tried to struggle out of the grasp of her captors, and they paid with their limbs. Joanne's shadows flashed out quickly, though as shadows were an absence of light, they were not blinding in their speed. What did arrest his vision was the crimson spurt of blood that erupted from the men's now shortened limbs as Blackout severed their arms and collapsed to the ground at their feet, just before they could stagger away to suffer their agony elsewhere. <strong>"Damnit... Damnit all to hell."</strong> The old mutant felt so much in that moment as he watched her, transfixed, just as horrified as the rest of the crowd that had become captivated by the sight of her vomiting on the ground, flanked on all sides by disembodied arms. Any anger at his young charge was immediately bottled up and tossed out. Blackout did what she did because she was terrified and inexperienced, and it was his fault that she was in this position now. So he felt guilt, and pain, and immense worry as he saw the leader of the anti-mutant crowd descend on her, flanked by his shotgun-wielding goons. Blackout, still wrapped up in her own agony, was at least wary of the threat around her, as people overcame the shock of what they'd seen and remembered their hatred. She disappeared inside of a ball of shadow, still huddled on the ground, waiting for her team leader to save her... Or just waiting for everything to go away. <br><br>He tried to wrestle through the crowd with renewed urgency. He knew what her shields were capable of, and gunshots were too hot and fast to bounce off of the shadows for long. His back to the rest of his team, he didn't see Peter make a big motion with his hands, but he <em>felt</em> the ensuing sonic boom breeze against his back and nearly lift him off his feet. His metal frame meant he had a big, low center of gravity, which helped to keep him planted, but so many other humans around him were rocked off balance or right onto their asses. The big Russian that had been guiding him through the comm's told Logan to take the leader down, but he didn't need any direction. <strong>"I see him Colossus, I'm goin' in to save her!"</strong><br><br>Logan closed a great deal of distance between himself and Joanne, but not fast enough. His boots turned to lead and he stopped at the sound of the shotgun cocking through the megaphone. His hands went to his sides, and he showed the man his open palms. He shook his head slowly, as if to dissuade his opponent from doing anything stupid. Their eyes were locked, but Logan was in the unfamiliar position of prey, watching the predator closely, waiting for him to make a sudden, violent movement. The moment he thought to open his mouth and talk it out, the man with with the shot gun spoke, his megaphone still pointed down. This conversation wasn't for the cops, the cameras, the other X-Men, not even the riot he had incited. It was for Logan.<br><br>At the mention of his code name, bestowed by a government project that had turned mutants into weapons, he gave a slow, steady nod. <strong>"That's me, bub. Now let's think about this-"</strong> Logan took a step forward, carefully moving over the bodies of those dazed and wounded by the thunderclap, but a sharp inflection from the armed man paused him again. Logan didn't really listen to what he had to say. His rhetoric of fundamental hatred wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. The only message that mattered to Logan was the intention to hurt Blackout, as he moved to stand over her cocoon and pushed the tip of his gun barrel against its shell. Logan met the threat with a snarl, the menacing upturn of his lips to bare his teeth as instinctive as breathing to him. He could feel the blades in his forearms, embedded in his knuckles and trembling to be released, to slash his throat and rip him to shreds, to leave enough pieces of him that all of his ignorant followers could take a chunk home with them. Everything that he said about Logan was right, but he didn't care if it meant he could save Blackout.<br><br>He didn't have the advantage in this situation; he couldn't rush him, not before he got a few shotgun blasts into Blackout's shell, and not before his men could put a dozen into Logan's chest. That was a low win scenario. As much as he hated to do it, Logan hesitated but finally complied, slowly lifting his hands into the air at his opponent's urging. <strong>"Let the girl go. Take me with you. She's just a kid. You kill a kid on live TV,"</strong> he gestured towards the news helicopters roaring above their heads, <strong>"And the whole world will see that you people don't care about 'enforcing the law'. I can't be the animal if you're the one executin' babies. Let her go. Take me."</strong> He was ready to pay for that offer. Logan could take anything they could dish out. He'd been through everything and worse. She hadn't, she couldn't take it.<br><br>The gunmen, clad in body armor, began to encircle him, and Logan carefully studied them, scrutinizing their movements to find an opening. What he found instead was a name that he hadn't seen in more than fifty years; His eyes narrowed as he studied the word <em>Purifier</em>. The involvement of Reverend Stryker was not surprising, but it was troubling, at least if these Purifiers were anything like the ones he had known in his world. <br><br>A long few seconds had passed before he repeated himself. <strong>"Let her go. Take me. No tricks."</strong> Logan flicked his wrists forward and back, to show the man the back of his hands, where no claws could be seen. His green eyes were fixed intensely on his opponent, his face a mask of determination, though subtly betrayed by the slight tremble of his lower lip. He was terrified that he would be responsible of another X-Man. It didn't matter if it wasn't at the end of his own claws, she would be another body at his feet if he didn't get her to safety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 05:50:04</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> "Cyclops"<br><strong>Location:</strong> Working into the center of the mob<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin <br><strong>Content:</strong> Cyclops tries to make a tactical move, but she's too uncertain to be decisive. Instead, she tells Logan an and Piotr that she has a shot, and she asks for the permission to fire.<br><hr>Cyclops couldn’t tell if it was already too late, the time bomb that she was waiting to explode in front of her was metaphorical. But it certainly felt like something was going off. She’d the distinct feeling that there was no more tick tock left in her mind. The time bomb had gone off. Now it was all reaction, Cyclops felt like she needed to start focusing on damage control. The situation and degraded, and it was feeling more and more like a battle in every moment.<br><br>Cyclops had never expected an explosion, but it suddenly felt like everything had gone off at once. She shifted mentally as she tried to manage the situation.<em> ‘I’m a factor.’ - ‘I have to make the right move.’</em>&nbsp; There was a fire in the building, David’s transmission in the radio, Blackout’s outlash, Graydon’s approach on Logan, Colossus had used a shockwave that looked like bomb going off, if one had only seen the bodies flying through the air. Salem didn’t exactly appreciate this image, her eyebrows creased behind her visor. It was overwhelming. <em>‘This is so bad.’ - ‘Fucking laser.’ </em>She cursed herself for having such a destructive power.<em> ‘I can still help.’ - ‘Can I?’</em> She was still fighting, Colossus’ shockwave hadn’t swept them all away. But the police line was moving more rapidly. <em>‘Do I have to help with them?’ - ‘I can, I was told not to.’ - ‘But I need to, if I have to.’</em><br><br>So much came in at the same time, even Cyclops’ keen mind was having trouble keeping up. She’d followed Colossus’ finger, but she’d already found Graydon on her own. Everything felt like it was moving in fast forward. It was all sudden. Cyclops didn’t give herself time to think as the rapid increasing tension of the mission continued to climb. She could see a lot happening from her point of view, but she was a far distance away. She couldn’t reach Logan, or Blackout, or Graydon. She could see them through a red-tinted gaze. Everything was starting to look like a target.<br><br>Salem started to take confident steps forward, her hand up to her temple. Her eyes were focused on Logan and Graydon, trying to figure out what was going on. She wasn’t fighting with her fists anymore, she was using her mind, positioning herself, and trying to find open lines, good vision on the action around Logan, Graydon, and the ball of shadows that she knew to be Blackout. <br><br><strong>“Colossus!” - “What do we do, big man?” - “This looks bad!” </strong><br><br>The moment Salem said that she overheard something she didn’t want to hear; ‘Send Salvation’. She was close enough to the police chief to hear it. She turned away from Logan and looked him in the eye. <strong>“No.” </strong>She didn’t say it to anyone but herself. She spun back to Logan in his surrendering tableau.<br><br>Salem felt like she needed to fire, but she managed to stop herself. <em>‘Is Logan… surrendering?’</em> She could only guess by his body language, she had never imagined seeing him making that decision. It didn’t make sense to her, so the sight was incredibly vivid to her, it felt like she was dreaming. There were still weapons pointed at Blackout.<br><br>She opened her comm to the blue team, she was having an ethical problem, and she only wanted Logan’s opinion. But she spoke to Colossus, and Blackout as well. <strong>“Logan, what are you doing?” - “I have a shot, on everyone.” - “The guns on Blackout don’t have to be there.” - “Guys. I don’t know what to do.”</strong><br><br>If Cyclops fired, she wouldn’t be able to take down enough of the gunman to stop every firearm from being used, not unless she did a sweep of the whole area, including Logan and the unarmed civilians near the guns. But she could save Blackout, maybe. She could do something. <strong>“Piotr? Logan?” - “What do I do?”</strong> she sounded like a scared girl, but she couldn’t make the decision on her own. She didn’t want to ruin any peace Logan had created by surrendering, but she would feel responsible if Blackout was injured, or if Logan was taken away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - Mission Thread 1</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasquatch421</strong> on <strong>16-04-2017, 19:47:11</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Chamber_unbound.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jonothon "Jono" Starsmore/ Chamber<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> September 8th, 2017, 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Doctor Nemesis, Prodigy, Shadowcat<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting his exercise...<br><hr><br>Hearing Prodigy confirm that it might be one of the places that the panel could be Jono set his mind to it and headed down to the basement. Turning the first corner he glanced about before seeing a door that read utility room. Hustling he entered and began looking around before finding the locked panel box. Really? Things just had to go in that direction huh? A hand came up to his wraps and lowered them just enough to use his flames on the paddle lock. The amount of space he allowed had his flames to be emitted in a thin laser like strike only heating the lock until it dropped off.<br><br>Jono was going to turn back towards the door when a motion caught his eye, and he turned to see that same girl. She simply pointed towards the lock and asked, "Mutant?" Jono nodded and before he could say anything he caught her hands moving. Something looked familiar... Oh duh! She was using sign language! That's why she ran off before... Jono opened up the box and started to speed read the panel schedule as his thoughts came to the girls mind, "That's why you ran before... You're deaf and hearing my voice scarred you as it's something you haven't experienced before.."<br><br>Finding the breakers he wanted he started to flip them off shutting down the lights to the first floor. Only the emergency lights would remain on as he didn't have the time to find anything else. Chamber turned back towards the girl as Prodigy came back over the radio requesting him back to the second floor to fight fires? How in the hell would his powers be able to help there? Still he motioned to the door speaking to the girl, "Let's go... Everyone's on the second floor in a conference room"<br><br>Switching up he also sends a message back to Prodigy, "I'm on my way with a straggler... She's deaf..."<br><br>It took a minute to work their way up, but eventually Jono walked into the conference room with the girl, "I'm here... Now what?"
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