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un_glovedThe fact that the school was locking down as everyone in a colorful uniform rushed toward whatever was causing it to do so held no irony whatsoever for the young mutant known as Rogue. This was, after all, kind of their shtick. She came up through the gaping hole in the basketball court and stopped when she was about eye-level with the security breach. That put her about fifty feet up in the air.
"I know I should be surprised," came a familiar, well spoken and, at the moment, angry voice from over her shoulder, "but it's getting harder as the years roll by, you know?"
"Tell me 'bout it, Angel," she called back, arcing out of the way of bright and lethal looking beam of light fired from one of the giant purple robots' palms. There was the slick metallic sound of feathers sliding against each other as Warren released a volley of missiles toward the Sentinel. One of three.
Don't make no sense. Gyrich ain't in the picture, government's even got their own X team right about now, even if they are on hiatus due t'a tragedy, one who's probably joyridin' in my car already. So where th'heck did these come from, then?
A very good question, Rogue, one we're looking into as swiftly as possible. Take care, my X-Men.
Of course, the second thought hadn't been hers. Didn't seem to phase anybody else, but Rogue just about fell out of the sky, not just distracted but shocked. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
"Look sharp, Rogue!" Angel shot past her with a sound like a knife cutting through air.
"Ah am," she shot back, whipping around and slamming bodily into one of the Sentinel's heads, then dodging its arm as it came around to swat her.
It seemed to be moving awful quick. It nicked her in the back and she crashed into a wall, huffing as she pushed herself out from under the rubble. Psylock stood next to her, eyes narrowed and fingers at her temple.
"Somethin' got ya worried, Bets?"
"Tell me someone's got an eye on Sabretooth."
"Uh," Rogue said, made a bewildered gesture, and flung herself back up into the sky, carrying a sizable chunk of the brickwork with her. The last thing they needed, maybe, but someone else would have to be on point.
[Sentinels and Sabretooth. Go.]
"I know I should be surprised," came a familiar, well spoken and, at the moment, angry voice from over her shoulder, "but it's getting harder as the years roll by, you know?"
"Tell me 'bout it, Angel," she called back, arcing out of the way of bright and lethal looking beam of light fired from one of the giant purple robots' palms. There was the slick metallic sound of feathers sliding against each other as Warren released a volley of missiles toward the Sentinel. One of three.
Don't make no sense. Gyrich ain't in the picture, government's even got their own X team right about now, even if they are on hiatus due t'a tragedy, one who's probably joyridin' in my car already. So where th'heck did these come from, then?
A very good question, Rogue, one we're looking into as swiftly as possible. Take care, my X-Men.
Of course, the second thought hadn't been hers. Didn't seem to phase anybody else, but Rogue just about fell out of the sky, not just distracted but shocked. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
"Look sharp, Rogue!" Angel shot past her with a sound like a knife cutting through air.
"Ah am," she shot back, whipping around and slamming bodily into one of the Sentinel's heads, then dodging its arm as it came around to swat her.
It seemed to be moving awful quick. It nicked her in the back and she crashed into a wall, huffing as she pushed herself out from under the rubble. Psylock stood next to her, eyes narrowed and fingers at her temple.
"Somethin' got ya worried, Bets?"
"Tell me someone's got an eye on Sabretooth."
"Uh," Rogue said, made a bewildered gesture, and flung herself back up into the sky, carrying a sizable chunk of the brickwork with her. The last thing they needed, maybe, but someone else would have to be on point.
[Sentinels and Sabretooth. Go.]
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Date: 2009-08-30 11:48 pm (UTC)None of this was real. None of it mattered. And he refused to run around like someone's puppet.
When he heard a wall fall down, he didn't so much as blink.
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Date: 2009-08-31 12:04 am (UTC)She barely had time to cry out when one blasted her with the repulsor in its palm, although crashing through the subsequent layers of ceiling, into the kitchen, and through the kitchen table, effectively shattering it, afforded her a few more opportunities. She groaned a little and pushed herself up to sitting, and found herself staring up from the floor at Cable, seated in one of the chairs that had, before it was made into pulp, matched the kitchen set.
Cable with a beer.
She glared at him with the kind of fury that actually choked her. She pushed herself unevenly up to standing, wiped some cornflakes and rubble off her jacket lapel, and said, "Nice."
Then she huffed and flew off through the convenient three story skylight she had just created.
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Date: 2009-08-31 12:16 am (UTC)And then he watched her fly up and away for a moment, before taking another sip from his beer. It was nice and cold.
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Date: 2009-08-31 12:32 am (UTC)Mostly by not letting me cut their #@$%ing heads off. I'm stuck on one of their shoulders, courtesy of a fastball special, introducing its neck to my claws. They're not cutting right, this should be a straight chop job.
It isn't.
And before I have time to think about why it isn't, one of the others has grabbed me. If I didn't have unbreakable bones, they'd be broken. As it is, it just breaks a whole lot of other stuff, including a path from the outer wall through to the kitchen.
I land by the fridge, so at least the tin can had decent aim. I stand up, flex my neck. Flesh is already starting to knit back into place, so no sense standing around here.
"If you drink all of those, you're gonna wish the Sentinals got you," I tell Cable, and exit by the tunnel I made coming in.
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Date: 2009-08-31 12:53 am (UTC)He was beginning to wonder if he should have picked a spot further away from the main action. The X-Men never could manage to contain a fight properly.