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Post by wolverine on Jan 22, 2009 0:44:05 GMT -5
Logan opened his eyes, darkness surrounded him. It was cold, wet and sticky wherever he sat. He hadn't known where he was, but knew immediately, he had to get out. And now. Trying to wake up fully, Logan fumbled with whatever kept his hands bound together. His attempts failed miserably. He sat there, smelling the thick smoke of what seemed to be some sort of a gas chamber--maybe even a fire. "What the..." Logan grunted to himself and closed his eyes, due to the smoke burning them. He grunted and groaned as he tried to free himsself yet again, but his second attempt failed. He coughed and felt rather dizzy. "I can't go down like this," Logan told himself as he rested his head back on a metal bar.
Darkness engulfed him.
OCC: Okay, I have writer's block, so i don't really know where i'm going with this...so please just gimme a chance at tryin' t'post!!!!
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Post by Ray ~x~Prophecy~x~ on Jan 25, 2009 3:12:54 GMT -5
Ray didn't know how exactly he had gotten so far. Just last month he was a super-being just coasing through life, and now he was a member of a Super Team known as the New Legends. He got along fairly with everyone, but Magica always seemed distant. Just locked away in her room. Micheal was rather enthusiastic about his join on the other hand.
But, for the matter at hand, he had been having visions about it for a week or two now. A mutant in danger. The face was never clear, they never were. But at least he got the location. Had he been reluctant to tell about his dreams, he didn't know what might happen to the mutant if they weren't on the mission.
Pulling out the new black and teal comunicator with the letters 'NL' on it, he pressed the gold button that was Booster's communicator. "Okay, I'm in posistion. Just waiting on Magica now, aren't we?" Ray informed through the little device. He pulled a doctor mask over his face. The fumes were so thick, he was getting light headed. But for some reason, Magica didn't use one.
Glancing around the corner, he closed his eyes and slowed the timer on the alarms. Picking the communicator up again, he pressed the blue button that was directly linked to Magica. "Hurry up, I can't keep such a far range up for long." He informed, concentrating on the particular alarms through out the building.
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Post by Hezzie on Jan 26, 2009 14:07:12 GMT -5
Magica crouched in a corner of the main security room. She had taken out the few guards stationed there rather easily. Putting a small microphone in her ear, she sta cross legged infront of the security camera that held the mutant Ray had been dreaming about. He looks like he's in bad shape.
Feeling the power of Ray's time manipulation, she stood and began to disable the alarms. Pushing the button on her communicator, she gave a rather sharp reply. "I'm working on it, you and Micheal just be quiet." She warned, heraing a small laugh from Booster's end. Seeing the Mutant fall over in the chair he was tied to, she closed her eyes slightly. ~We're coming to get you, just hold on....~
She could only hope he wasn't too far gone to recieve her telepathic message. Finally disabling the alarms completely, she signaled that they were ready by sending Micheal and Ray a telpathic message as well. It was better than the small radio, just in case it might have gotten picked up.
Hearing footsteps she sharply rounded a corner. The guard that had been walking by quickly held up his gun, only to have it kicked away by the dark haired woman. He sent a kick of his own at her side. Catching him by the shin under her left arm, she half turned to slam an elbow into his knee and break it. In a deft movement she turned completely, letting go of his crippled leg to bring her left elbow in contact with his nose. Standing still as he fell, she glanced behind her before running to the direction she sensed the captured mutant was in.
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Post by wolverine on Jan 28, 2009 18:20:37 GMT -5
Alright, let’s make a list, shall we? One, I got hit in the head until unconscious. Two, I have no idea where I am and tied to a chair. Three, try to survive the gas filled room. Four, don’t lose it and last but not least, try and keep my ego intact. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.
Am I Dead or Alive? Unsure.
Test: Try to get out of whatever’s bounding my hands together to the chair.
Result: Pure Failure.
Final Verdict: Barely Alive.
Logan slowly opened his eyes--they still burned him terribly, but he had heard something...maybe someone. Had he fully lost it? Unsure. "We're coming to get you, just hold on...." He heard. He stirred. Slowly, Logan lifted his head, hoping to find someone in the room with him. He opened his eyes and closed them repeatedly, hoping to get a better view of the metal room. Moments passed and his attempt was successful. He smirked at his attempt but it faded quickly when he found only himself in the room.
"Help.." he tried to call out, but his throat and mouth were too dry to speak. He cleared his throat, and tried to form some spit inside his mouth but the attempt failed. Heard footsteps in the halls and hoped it was help.
Logan looked around him and noticed the chair he sat in, was none other than just a lonely little wooden chair. And what bound his hands together was rope. Logan tried to free himself, for what seemed to be the hundredth time. As the rope began to loosen, Logan looked up at the door as the footsteps became louder.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest. "Hey! I'm in here!" Logan yelled out--although it killed his throat. The rope began to loosen more and more as moments passed---but Logan was stopped abruptly when the door swung open.
"You little runt!" The man spoke and walked to Logan quickly. The man wore a one-piece working suit of some sort, he was tall, muscular and rather hairy. He was also foreign. Name: Donny.
As Logan watched Donny approach him, he tried to free himself even quicker. But the attempt failed miserably. Donny grabbed Logan by the shoulder, Logan looked up at Donny. Donny punches Logan. He then walked behind Logan and bound his hands even tighter than they were previously. "Stupid American..." Donny grunted in his rather thick foreign accent.
Logan turned to Donny--his bloody nose healing in the process..."Actually...I'm Canadian."
WHACK!
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Post by Hezzie on Jan 29, 2009 18:01:20 GMT -5
Magica paused at a corner, trying to lock onto the mutant once more. Sensing a small empathic hitch, she wuickly strode in the opposite direction she had been heading. With every step, she could feel the mutant's heart rate and mind getting ever frantic. The adrenaline pumping thoruhg his body made it somewhat easier to find him. Turning, she shot out a hand and slammed the head of another guard into the concrete wall behind him.
She took a few steps forward, before stopping sharply and bringing a hand to her head. A small surge of pain wafted through. In all truth, she was very surprised she was feeling pain. It was rare for her. She didn't even have a real body, and here she was, getting head aches. Narrowing her eyes she forced herself forward. Her head turned sharply, hearing a loud cry for help. It sounded very hoarse and forced. The gas was thick, and meant to kill. She could only imagine that a human would be long dead by now in this fog.
As Donny walked towards the doorway, a heavy leather trench was tossed into his face. As he let out a surprised gurnt and instinctively held his hands up in defense, a slim leg shot forward and slammed into his face through the fabric. The foreign man's nose let out a loud sick crack, blood coming out in a small stream as he fell backwards and hit the floor. Magica stepped through the doorway, the man being flung in another direction into the opposite wall. She hadn't done that, but her assumption; Ray.
Waling forward she stepped behind Logan's chair and pulled out a small knife, cutting the ropes that bound him in a single sweep. Hooking her arms under his, she gave a strong upward lift as Micheal entered the room and swun Wolverine's arm around his shoulder. Covering his mouth with one hand, he coughed loudly. "Let's get outta this gas fog!" He said loudly, a bit muffled by the gas mask he and Ray were wearing. Magica had no need for the masks, though.
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Post by Ray ~x~Prophecy~x~ on Jan 30, 2009 22:46:22 GMT -5
"Well!" Ray half whispered to himself with a fake pout after hearing Magia's reply. Getting the signal that the alarms were disarmed, he dropped the time field and snapped the small radio into place in his ear so he wouldn't have to pull out his communicator every time. Standing, he popped his knuckles before putting up a barrier around him. Once a guard stepped into his field, or really anything entered it at all, it would go very slow, while he appeared to be going very fast.
Speeding up to catch up with Magica and Micheal, he skidded to a stop just to see Magica slam her foot into an unlucky guys face. He gave a small smile, followed by a silient 'Ouch'. Mocing foward, he cought to foreigner in his time field and slammed him into the opposite wall. Tightening his mask, he looked over to see Magica lift the mutant and Micheal enter at her aid.
Using phsycometry, he touched a finger to the mutant's shoulder. Getting a flashy play out of the past 24 hours, he let go and looked to Magica as they began to hastily make their way out of the gas filled room. "He's been here for at least 24 hours, that's as far back as I can go with him right now anyways. I can't see how he got here unless we stop and I can hold on a bit longer, but I do know that foreign guy to pummeled stopped in the gas chamber thing to inject something into his neck once or twice." Ray informed, glancing around a corner before signalling a clear and leading along quickly with Magica at his side, Micheal and the other mutant not to far behind him.
"From the glimpses I got, it seemed that whatever it was, he injected it directly into the carotid artery of the neck to give immediate access to neurological tissue." Ray finished off. His dad was always pushing medical books over Ray's face, so he learned a few things. Strange thing was, this mutant had no puncture marks on his neck, and there was blood on his nose but no wound.
Pushing open a heavey, fault like door that would lead to outside, Ray stopped in his tracks at the sight that was outside waiting for him. About twenty more guards, dressed in what Ray would call standard ninja wear, were waiting outside in a fine with guns all pointed and ready.
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