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Tony Stark, Central Park


Tony was moving at a rather quick pace, keeping up his professional stature as he walked, moving past the knight who was an inch away from starting a massacre in the middle of New York. Tony himself didn't actively roam the streets searching for mutants, for the most part, with most of his time spent in the tower, working on upgrading his suits to deal with future mutant threats. With Pepper taking over as CEO of the company, Tony practically had all the time in the day to be working on upgrading his technology. He usually waited for bigger mutant threats that were actively harming people, where he would be called in directly. As Tony continued to walk through the central park, he felt a buzz in his pocket - the phone he brought with him indicated a text message. When he opened, he saw that it was from Pepper. It had read: "I'll be back to the tower soon, Tony. Stay safe." Tony let himself half-smile when he read it. Pepper was always someone that Tony thought he could count on - one of the few people who he actually held respect for, other than, perhaps, Bruce Banner. Tony slid the phone back into his pocket, walking for a few more minutes before he got to the car.​

The events that seemed to happen just moments ago still weren't fully comprehended by Tony. To him, it seemed almost comical, but there was serious worry and thoughtfulness that raced through his head. Had the swordsman decided to attack, and if the kid were to have been a mutant - a powerful one, at that. It was a possibility that many lives would have been lost. Along with that, Tony had left his suit in the car, meaning he couldn't have even defended himself. He decided that he needed more access to suits at all times, or situations like that could happen more often. The fact that he left the Mark 5 in the car made him a bit irritated. Why did you think you wouldn't need it, Tony? You always end up having to. Tony let out a deep sigh through his nostrils, moving to the driver's side of the car, Tony opened it - his eyes falling upon the suitcase suit on the passenger's seat. He let himself get in, shutting the door behind him. "Welcome back, sir. I hope you enjoyed your day out." The familiar voice of FRIDAY was heard, to which Tony responded. "Sure, we'll go with that." He entered his key into the ignition of the car, starting it, and pulling out from where he was. FRIDAY began to speak to Tony again. "Mr. Stark, there have been multiple reports of mutants, would you like me to elaborate?" Tony took a few seconds to respond, lost in though. "Later, sure. I have something I want to get done, though." Tony drove back in the direction of Stark Towers. He had something on his mind to develop - it shouldn't take long for him, only a few moments. He was going to make himself a small earpiece, as to allow himself to communicate with FRIDAY, not matter his location - as long as it had access to the internet. With future suit models, the necessity may be obsolete, but if he ever needed to call in the Mark 7.. It would be best to stay safe in the moment.

After driving for awhile, Tony eventually made it to the base of Stark Towers, driving the car into the same garage he had just left not too long ago - FRIDAY opening the doors for him once again. As soon as he entered, he left the car in the middle of the garage, grabbing hold of the Mark 5 and taking it with him. As Tony began to walk away, to the elevator that led to the upper floors of the tower, the car he had been driving ended up parking itself - the work of FRIDAY. Tony got into the elevator and went up. When he got the earpiece ready, he decided he'd see about those calls in about mutants.​
 


Zara watched Nathan's back, getting on her tip-toes to see if she could peer at what he was doing. Luckily, her height allowed her to look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of... a book? What's he doing? She sank back to her heels as Nathan shut the pages and pocketed the leatherback. The stranger's hands took on shades of luminous gold and purple, drawing Zara's eyes to flick between each of them with a widened stare. One foot shifted back to step away from the odd colors that painted the air, and the other one followed as he suddenly released a loud CLAP!

A quick turn of the head spared Zara from the flash, but the shaking in her skin was unmistakable. Energy, like a chaotic song with no tune. However, as Nathan ripped a hole in space to reveal Atlanta on the other side, it became unclear whether it was his own effervescence she felt, or if it was leaking through the portal. Either way, the answer would become clear. She watched Nathan step through, and then slowly approached the rectangular window. As she got closer, the vibration in her skin grew more vibrant. Nonetheless, she ducked and made her way through, her eyes set on the rippling boundaries of the gateway, praying that it wouldn't destabilize.

Thankfully, all went well.

Zara took the sheet of paper that Nathan gave her, and then nodded in gratitude. "I'm going vhere the trouble is," she replied. Her head panned around the city, only to stop when her gaze locked onto a cluster of secluded buildings. Their cleanly designed architecture did little to hide the energy that poured off its pylons, garnering Zara's full attention. She narrowed her eyes, and with that, a scarlet field emerged around the mutant's body.

Wisps of intangible waves cascaded from her, tempered by an outer layer of sanguine webs. Blood colored lightning bolts sizzled across her skin, giving off a steady hiss as they burned the air around her. Suddenly, a loud CRACK launched the woman hundreds of feet upwards. From where she once stood, a powerful shockwave bubbled outwards, but her place in the sky was unmistakable- a shooting star of ruby incandescence. Turbulence screamed in Zara's ears as she flew through the clouds, but her eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted as she unexpectedly dipped from her trajectory. The lightning around her right hand, the same energy that kept her level, was flickering in and out of existence. Fortunately, she managed to lift herself back into a straight line. Her jaw squeezed as she looked at the troublesome forearm, momentarily holding its continued glow. Except... that only lasted a couple seconds. Just like before, it vanished; and this time, her entire aura disappeared with it.

The woman plummeted towards the earth, carried only by the wind that pushed against her free fall. She was screaming, but the noise was incomparable to the roar that invaded her ears. But, as Zara realized that she was in a direct path for the building she intended to reach, something akin to clarity took hold of her. Her eyes focused on nothing but the wall she was going to crash into, and her mind focused on nothing but the task of remembering what her gifts were. With deep rooted intent, she reached into her cells and drew forth the adamantium within them. Closer. Closer. Closer. At the last second, her red flare returned.

It yelled as she willed the aura to decelerate her, and if not for that, Zara might have gone through the floor she landed on. SMASH. Chunks of broken concrete, and bars of warped, red-hot steel surrounded her. Cracks lined the ground where she stood, but the mutant hardly noticed. Dust clouded every angle around her, but each shred of her attention snapped towards the pair of voices that emanated from a nearby room. Her hands oriented themselves in a pair of seemingly mystical gestures, generating a ball of scarlet power between them. With a flick of the wrists, it was sent crashing through the shut doors that separated her from the men on the other side.




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Health: 96% + 2 per second
Status: Determined
Location: Atlanta, GA
(SHIELD Labs)
Interacting With:
- Fenrir
- Bobby Bone
Mentioned:
- P Peaceswore
- WeaselThor WeaselThor






  • GENERAL NAME: Zara Lehnsherr

    ALIAS: Veronica Kuleshov, Flashfire

    SEX: Female

    AGE: 22

    HEIGHT: 5'11

    WEIGHT: 145 lbs

    SPECIES: Mutant

    APPEARANCE: Taking after the genetic appearance of her surrogate templates, Zara sports high cheekbones and a strong jaw. She has hazel eyes and brown, wavy hair. When energy manipulation is in use, her irides tend to either flash or wholly become red. On a normal basis, she is usually seen wearing loose clothing with pieces of her Siberian upbringing (jewelry, necklace, furs, etc).


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Neon

Orsted is waiting impatiently at northwest side of the park. He looked at his side mirror and saw his fellow brethren unloading cardboard boxes from the truck. The cardboard boxes are filled to the brim with medical supplies. They are closer to finish the mission.

"Orsted. Come in."

A voice called him from the walkie-talkie and he picked it up. "What?"

"There is a knight in the park." the voiced speak and he raised his left eyebrow.

"A blooming knight in Central Park?"

"Two of the trucks managed to deliver the goods. But some the boys, well they are feeling... "

"Stick with the blooming mission. I'll play Rabbit and Porker at the knight."
 
"Let us worry about the trucks, you have the duty to take on a known dangerous mutant. We know him as Neon, he has Plasma powers. Sending a picture to your device now." The agent explained.

"You should notify any Avengers within the city that such a high value target just wondered into our scope." Dane replied before he made ready for battle.

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Dane had his orders and a proper opponent to fight, he had the face and approximate location. He took off running kicking up dust in his wake and generating a really loud clank from the speed and force behind his footsteps. He had the Ebony Blade drawn and in two hands ready to unleash a powerful swing. He came up upon the target, his eyes went wide then narrowed as he went from glee to serious focus.

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Neon

Neon left his truck and grabbed his sunglasses and jacket. He put them both on and walked into Central Park. He has one mission. Draw the knight away from Central Park. As Orsted wonder where he could find the knight, it appeared before him.

"Thumb sucking Gypsy, there's a blooming guv'ner here. Did ya fell through a portal here with ya pet Smurfs?" Orsted mocked Dane. He surrounded himself with a bright purple aura and he blasted the knight's face with rapid plasma blast as he skids away. Orsted grunts when he remembered one of power weakness, plasma trails. His plasma left a trail of violet light mark on the ground for five minutes every time he used them for moving. He can move really fast, but the trails will lead his pursuers to him. One of his biggest drawbacks.

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Dane's helmet in this moment saved his face from having an ugly plasma burn mark till it heals. It was clear to home this oppose as faster and a ranged fighter, not good for him. He was analyzing his enemies tactics, he would have to wary of his opponents hands. He took note of the neon light trail the man left. First before even thinking of pursuit he took a step and another whipping himself into a cyclone like rotation with his sword out as he cleaved right through all of this trucks tires. He slow down his rotation until he was back to normal and running near the neon lines following them but keeping his awareness about and his head on a swivel in case of ambush.

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Shin was simply doing routine maintenance on his armor when one of silver ninja materialized behind him kneeling on the ground to report. "Lord Harada, there are some activities going on this city at this moment that may demand our taking action. There's a Knight fighting with a mutant who is helping the underground mutants in New York. There was female child who gave off a large energy signature and according to reports started glowing and formed what may have been a portal, this sounds like it was likely involuntary. She was swept up by Ms Marvel. One of our own also recently reported seeing another figure flying or leaping across the sky in the same direction Ms Marvel flew off in." The ninja reported.

Shin began to clear and put away his tools. He began thinking where would he be more of use. "Tell everyone to keep an eye on both situations and to try and locate where Ms Marvel took that girl. I'll choose which place to go after I have that information." Shin ordered.
 
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Once Zara received the paper from him, Fenrir walked over to his portal and grabbed the bottom of it before pulling it up, allowing him to zip it shut As he did this he glanced behind him at his temporary companion, when she mentioned heading toward trouble. Which he assumed had something to do with the energy disturbances she had mentioned earlier. Really, it wasn't all that shocking she was intending to investigate it, if that were the case. Energy disturbances rarely meant anything good, for just about anyone. "I take it you know where exactly the energy disturbance is huh? Sometimes, I just don't get why people need to head straight into a risky situation, you could very much just...you know not do that?" He said with a soft laugh, though he knew his words would do nothing, for despite the plight the mutants were facing. It was surprising how many of his kind chose to run straight for danger rather than avoid it. Standing up he kept his gaze on her as he observed her actions in silence.

Fenrir felt it would be best if he took a small step away from her, when the mystic red field surround the woman. Before he had a moment to prepare himself a thunderous sound erupted from her. Completely catching Fenrir off guard he was pushed back by the pure force of the noise which made him shoot his hands to his ears as a futile attempted to protect them from the blasting sound. Letting out a loud groan he fell to one knee as his hands softly massaged his pained ears. "Huh...interesting." He whispered, squinting up at the glowing red figure in the air, he watched her shoot off in the direction he believed the mentioned danger was located at. Once the ringing in his ears died down (which luckily didn't take all that long), he slowly stood up. Once he did, he didn't make a move right off the bat, rather instead he took a moment to consider his options and what his next step ought to be. "I guess I shouldn't reprimand people for going into danger, after all, that'd make me a hypocrite." Rolling his neck a bit, he reached up and adjusted his collar so it was over his mouth and a bit of his nose, only to then adjust his hate to make sure it gave more of a shadow to his face, allowing for slightly better concealment of his features.

Once he did this, one hand grew purple and a bright orb appeared in his fist. Giving it a casual toss he threw it against the wall that was right next to him. The second the orb touched the wall, a oval that was exactly his size in length, though about a bit more than a foot extra in terms of width. This portal had a purplish hue on the edges of it and when one looked through, they would be able to see what was on the opposite side of the wall, as Fenrir just created a portal that would allow him to easily walk into the building much like a door. However, he didn't care about going into the building itself (which had nothing special, seemed to be the back of some kind of laundry mat). Rather than having his attention on this, he looked up at the sky, namely at the top of the other building. Creating the other portal in his hand, he positioned himself to allow him sight of the very top of the apartment building that was on the opposite side of the purple portal. Once he could just see it, he reared his hand back before shooting the orb forward, much like a baseball player would with a ball. Once the orb hit its target, it opened up a portal that was identical to the purple one, save for the fact the perimeter had a goldenrod hue to it. The instant that portal opened, the one with the purple hue had a different view when looked through. Wasting no time, Fenrir walked straight through the purple one, only to exit out of the goldenrod, which allowed him access to the roof, giving him a great view of the surrounding builds, which was exactly what he needed.

Walking over to the edge of the building that was in the direction the woman had flown off to, his gazed out to the horizon in search of her. Something which didn't take him really a second to find, for as soon as his eyes looked around. He saw a bright flash of light, followed by a billow of smoke out in the distance. "At least I know where to go, lets hope all of this is finished before Shield becomes a nuisance." As he said this his hands once more glowed those two colors as he visualized the location in which the woman was last seen. Since he didn't have to think about it too hard (as the location was within his vision), he was able to smoosh the orbs together and create the tear in space far faster than he had when giving transport to Zara. Again, he tore the space before him, this time doing just enough so he could slip in (as he didn't want to use more power than needed just incase). When there was juuust enough space, he walked through the portal, which left him right outside the area where the smashed wall was. Turning around he immediately shut the poral behind him before reaching into his coat and grabbing a switch blade he had there. While he wasn't sure if such a weapon would help him (or if it was even needed) he preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

With that he turned on his heels and headed straight inside. Clambering over the rubble he jogged into the building. "Don't let this be a bust" He mumbled under his breath as he went to find Zara in hope the two of them could get a grasp on the situation.
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Neon

Orsted swiftly paced himself between the trees and bushes, looking at the knight who just destroyed the tires of the trucks. "Cor Blimey!!!" he shouted. He knew he needs to stop the knight. The question is how. Orsted have no idea what that armor is made off. He retreated into the thicker part of the park and move in a zig-zag motion. Orsted created two plasma ball and throws them at his plasma trail, turning them into anchors and create a plasma tripwire between them. He does the same three times before hiding behind a bush, waiting to see what will happen, hoping that the knight won't noticed the slight bulging in his trails.

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"I never going to catch him like this, he may have even already escaped." Dane said slowing down after a while of running, if he had a mount or something he would have been more incline to pursue but he's just not fast enough to catch someone who can move like this. He saw the trail lead into the thicker part of the park. If anything he had just realized that this target can just out distance him the entire time, what he needs to do if draw out the target and make him come to him. He took a breath and angrily planted his sword in the ground in frustration.

Dane needed to get back to the truck and see if anyone came to collect the rest of their product. Dane turned around and began running the opposite direction but making a beeline to where he had left the truck in order to get there quicker versus following the trail back. He made a mental note to get himself a mount, a horse or motorcycle or something.

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Carol breathed a relieved sigh as she looked over the child once again, just to make sure. Unfortunately, the need to ensure Carmen's safety was slowly giving way to the realization of what came next. If someone had told her that she would be, basically, kidnapping little girls when she joined the Avengers, the blonde would have laughed at them. But now, the reality was hitting hard. How did we get here? she thought to herself. Though a smile moved her lips, sadness filled her eyes as she took Carmen's arms in each hand. "Honey, I need to take you somewhere safe, somewhere you'll stay for a little while. Is there any way I can reach your parents to tell them?"

Way to go Carol, throwing euphemism to break it to a kid that she's going to a concentration camp. Something akin to a ball of lead sat in the center of her chest as she diverted her gaze to the floor, raking one hand through her golden hair. This wasn't right, and she couldn't keep doing it without at least trying to change things. Regardless of what the other Avengers thought- hell, regardless of what the entire world thought, there was no justification for incarcerating a child. Her eyes glanced back up at Carmen, and she firmly told her, "I will do everything in my power to get you home as soon as possible. But you need to listen to me carefully. You will meet people, people like you, who will tell you that everyone else is bad. You might even find some good reasons to believe it. They're right; there are horrible individuals who aren't like you. But please try to remember that everyone is scared. People do terrible things when they're afraid, but that doesn't mean everyone is bad in here." Carol placed a finger above Carmen's heart, and then placed it over her own. "We're all the same. The only thing that separates us are our choices. Choose to stay strong. Can you do that for me, sweetie?"



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Health: 100%
Status: Ambivalent
Location: New York City
Interacting With: Carmen Cruise
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Zane stood inside of an cloaked Wakandan ship. One he'd luckily hijacked during his escapade from his home country. His mother a mutant named Storm was at the wheel. They were flying past the mutant hotspots she knew of announcing their plans for aid over the radio. Which Zane was yelling into at the moment. "To any mutants this is a friendly ship offering aid, come in" he said briskly. Apparently there was something big going on around in New York. It was a place he'd always hoped he could visit. And as King, and Black Panther that would've been a high possibility. Zane's father had been counted as an Avenger. But Zane, Zane was half mutant. He had no clue what the world's stance on half mutants was but he wouldn't let his mother come to harm. He'd lost one family member and that was more than enough.

He picked up a headpiece of the Black Panther suit he'd stolen. He could almost hear his father yelling in his face.

You are not fit for this armor, you are a traitor to Wakanda, you are no son of mine

Zane shook his head. Clearing his head of pesky thoughts. He put down the headpiece. Did he feel bad for stealing from the Wakandan armory, no not at all....maybe a little.
 
Tony Stark, Stark Towers


Tony was near the top floor of the tower, having entered one of the many rooms that were used for technology research and development - though, this was one of the
smaller ones. It was used not for suits, but for more minor tinkering that Tony might choose to indulge in with his free time. He was rummaging through a small little box near the back of the room, shifting through items and pushing them aside, before his eyes laid upon exactly what he was looking for - a small little earpiece that he had used awhile ago. While a few years old, since Tony had made it, it practically looked modern. He picked it up from out of the box, stepping away and moving to a table in the room. The table was rather large, surrounded by computers and various other tools. Tony set it on the table, beginning to tinker with it for a minute or so, before grabbing a large cord and plugging it into the earpiece. He spoke. "Friday. Connect yourself to the earpiece, would you?" She responded just a moment later. "Yes, Mr. Stark." After a few seconds, the earpiece began to glow, to which Tony responded with unplugging it. He placed it onto his ear, moving it so it fit comfortably. From the earpiece he heard, "I have successfully connected, Mr Stark." He smiled to himself - he'd finished what he wanted to. Now, Friday would always be with him, as long as he had the earpiece on - which he didn't intend to take off. He left the counter, moving to the door of the room - with the Mark 5 sitting right next to it. He grabbed it on his way to the elevator, pushing the button for the top floor. "Friday, can you update me on the situations you were talking about earlier?" Through both the elevator comms and the earpiece, she spoke to him. A kink to work out later, but it wasn't especially annoying. "There have been various reports in the vicinity of Central Park of a powerful mutant engaged in battle with a knight-" Tony cut her off. "Perfect, just what I was looking for. Send coordinates to the Mark VII, and get it ready at the top floor." Tony was nearing the top when she responded. "Of course, Mr. Stark."

As Tony reached the top floor of Stark Towers and the elevator door was opened, the Mark VII was already out and prepared, standing idly outside, on the heli-pad bearing a large S, for Stark, on it. He walked over to the bar that he had made a drink at earlier in the day, setting the Mark V on the counter and walking towards the platform. He opened two glass doors that led outside to where the Mark VII was, making his way to it. When he reached a few feet behind it, the back of the Mark VII opened up for Tony to step inside of it. When he walked into it, it closed up behind up, encasing him in the powerful suit of armor. When tony stepped in, Friday began to speak. "Initializing all assets." There was a brief pause. "Mr. Stark, you're ready to go."

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"I hope mister knight is doing alright on his own." From the heli-pad, Iron Man took flight, the thrusters on his back and feet activating, propelling him into the sky at an incredible speed, allowing onlookers to stare in amazement at the booming sound. When he was up in the air, he activated his hand-repulsors as well, to allow for even more speed in flight. It felt like all of New York was visible to him, with many high rises entering his field of sight, it was always amazing to be apart of this wonderful city - keeping it safe. Coordinates came into view of Mr. Stark, telling him of where the most recent reports of the battle came from, to which Tony began to follow. "The general vicinity of the battle doesn't appear to be changing too much, Mr. Stark. The most recent report came in only a few moments ago." He flew through the sky, towards the coordinates given to him by Friday. "Thank you, Friday." He said, with central park coming into his immediate vision. All of the reports were coming in from a localized point from central park, which is where he flew to rather quickly. When he came over the location, the power of his thrusters lessened as he lowered himself to the ground, coming upon the location. When he was close enough, the knight from before came into his view, running, but he couldn't tell where the mutant was at all. The thought of looking through the park came to his mind. He was rather low to the ground, perhaps 15 feet or so in the air, deciding on what to do next.


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Orsted waited for five minutes and the knight doesn't show up. Even his neon trail and tripwire dissipate. Did the knight quit? He hoped not. "Blimey, this is shorta than I imagine. Was 'opin' to Beyonce with that clown a while longer."

He walked back and saw the knight is near the trucks. "Learn to chicken out yer pansy." he mumbled to himself and saw Ironman. "The universe is avin a good time screwin with me, eh?"

Orsted slowly backed away. This is not a fight he can win.

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"Stark, the area should still show traces of that mutant's powers. The tech in your suit should be able to track him. I am going after the rest of the mutants." Dane yelled when he looked up and saw Ironman loitering above. Ironman should have an easier time keeping up with Neon then he would anyway. Dane opened the truck to find all the supplies were still inside it, they had not come to claim it yet. He wondered if they were giving up on the medical supplies or something. Maybe they just weren't eager to challenge him, to them he is an anomaly and someone obscure that they don't have information on other than his appearance.

Dane listened to new Intel from SHIELD HQ. "We're tracking where the other trucks delivered their supplies. More importantly we are detecting and trying to triangulate a broadcast signal. It's a ship offering aid to mutants, once we pin it down we'll send you coordinates." The agent informed him.

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Tony listened to what the knight-guy said to him, pausing in the air. "Got it, I'll try to track him down. No promises, though." Tony turned away, looking at the rest of central park. If the mutant went any further in, it would be unbelievably difficult to actually find him, considered the park was incredibly huge - with tons of shrubbery and trees to hide anyone. He could be out in the middle of the city for all Tony knew, but he had to work with the information that he was given. In his mind he didn't plan to kill the mutant, only restrain him and notify SHIELD to come to his location and take the mutant away.

"Friday, go ahead and activate infared vision for me." Tony's vision from within the suit was changed, the colours of the world disappearing as everything was in black and white shades. He could view various patches of heat on the ground, but nothing coherent. Along with that, there were head signatures of multiple critters, large and small. It would take time for Tony to find the mutant, and, along with that, the infared couldn't see through any of the shrubs or trees. Tony was in a bit of a pickle. If it came down to it, Tony would track him down again at a later time.

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Neon

What is the shortest distance from Point A to be B? The straight line. Orsted runs through, past, over and under various obstacles from shrubberies, bushes, stairs, and trees. His target is the crowd. Going back to the underground seems like a great option but he can't risk it. His plan is to blend with the crowds and left Central Park. After that? Orsted hasn't thought of that. He must get away before Ironman has a lock on him and he can't use his mutant powers or the neon trails will lead Ironman to him.

"I've gotta bee thru this park and off I go into the sunset. Sorta."

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Tony Stark, Central Park


Tony was agitated. The mutant must be rather far away now, there's no way he'd find him like this. Even so, he hadn't given up yet, allowing himself to raise further off the ground to get a better view of the rest of central park. Any higher, and the tops of the trees would block almost any view that Tony would have. Tony was able to see a few. broken human signatures, but there was hardly a way to tell. Some of them were running, some walking, it was a wide variety, and Tony couldn't tell. Any of them could be the mutant. He let out a sigh, moving up from beneath the trees and going above them. He had given up the search, unless anything new would come up.
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Atlanta Georgia,Pym labs

After sliding across the ground the 12 ft hank pym came to a stop at the desk he worked at seconds ago. As he rose he grabbed several Pym particle Disks meant to shrink whatever they hit. Yet he hesitated asking "What have you done to Janet?" yet bobby did not even seem phased by the question or by Hanks arming himself. "Your Fear for her safety is your weakness Mr.Pym." as he approached he smiled peacefully "I will cure you of that weakness, along with the rest of the world. Fear will be cleansed from the earth in a glorious bonfire Mr.pym." Hanks eyes widened as he began to realize that this was no common thug. "Your insane!" hank shouted as he tossed the discs at him, yet bobby ground them to dust with a swipe of his hand, by unleashing a lash of vibrational force. Gritting his teeth hank reached for more but bobby responded by closing the gap and grabbing the large mans arm and pulling it away from the desk before slamming a charged fist into his chest. He put a considerable amount of his stored energy into the hit sending Hank flying despite the fact that he had increased his size drastically in an attempted response to the blow. This time he flew clean through the air smashing through the concrete wall into the next room. Mere moments before he hit however bobby felt the building shudder. Even still he was surprised to find a woman standing amongst rubble a few feet from a hole in the adjacent wall. Hank finally came to a stop a few feet in front of the newcomer And bobby stepped Casually out of his own freshly made hole with that same Devilish grin he had when he confronted Hank initially. "Hello there, Have we met?" he said with a cordial tone as if they had just bumped into each other at the supermarket.
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Jace kept himself submerged in deeper water, still trying to select the most easily taken target. He's lost the element of suprize on the two already in the water, but they were in on his turf. The man still on the docks, however, was in a dangerous spot for water he couldn't see much deeper than 6 inches in. He left the waters calm but undertow still pulling at the two in the water and swims beneath the dock, judging where Angel's attention was and where to hit this bridge to cause it too to buckle under the strength of his magic. Pressure began to build and the water level slowly sank as he condensed it closer to the lake bed, then suddenly pushing it up like a geyser beneath the man's feet, wood splintering and flying as high as the rooftops and a wave crashing into the shore, looking to sweep angel out too. He leaps from the water, barbs aimed for the center of his prey's back. He was taking every advantage he was given and this ambush seemed to be the easiest as his friends were a good distance away from him.

The hissing was loud, echoing off the underground walls sounding like a mix of an angry big cat and a pissed off bird howling. His patience was running thin and he was begining to wonder how difficult simply going for something else would be, but he didn't know if he had that kind of time. He'd been growing weaker and weaker by the day and if he didn't get something somewhat resembling his intended diet soon he'd be too weak to actually hunt effectively.

WeaselThor WeaselThor Its_Just_E Its_Just_E Xale Xale
 
Miami Florida, The Swamp

When the strange fishlike creature became visible to him Angels Eyes widened. Everything was happening so quickly, The next thing he knew the wood beneath his feet caved in as he fell his focus dropped for a second and both white hot fireballs launched from his hands the first whizzed over the heads of his comrades slamming into the broken edge of the docks on the other side and searing through a dozen or so planks before slamming into the water with a sizzle. The second was not so forgiving firing up at a angle and melting a hole through the Concrete bunker allowing bright sunlight to beam into the Swamp along with a shower of rubble. Before he had time to react to his sudden change of environment he felt the chill creep up his spine, that creeping feeling that someone was behind him. Sure enough the shadow bearing down on him confirmed this and for a split second he contemplated opening he floodgates and flash frying everything in his vicinity, worse still a part of him seemed satisfied by the thought...instead he unleashed a jet of flames straight down. Propelling himself skyward with a trail of flames which screamed like a jet engine as it carried him in the air stopping just short of the ceiling he pivoted in the air landing briefly on the ceiling, before a second burst of flames erupted from his feet propelling him back towards the water like a missile with a fist full of fire. As he closed the gap he began to again worry about the safety of the others and steered a few feet away from his target. His landing wasnt accompanied by a splash but with a loud hiss and a sound like thunder as the water between his hand and the bed of the swamp flash boiled. When his fist finally collided with the ground it unleashed a nova of flames pushing the water further from him and rapidly raising the temperature in the bunker to a notably uncomfortable climate. As the walls dissipated a final burst carried him into the air a final time. However this one cut off half as high as is last rocket jump and he flipped twice before landing hard on the other side of the dock...Unfortunately for him he landed hard in a belly flop position knocking the sense clean out of himself.
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Jace was in shock, and horrified. Memories of things his mother warned him about flashing before his eyes as he hessitates for a second. The water boiling around him from Angel's fire which caused massive burning to the left side of his rib... and his gills. He screams a diffrent pitch thrashing and diving down deeper to escape the heat before realizing he couldn't filter the oxygen from the water with his left gill anymore by how feint he grew trying. He couldn't remain submerged very long, he needed to use his lungs to breath.

He surfaces coughing violently then tries to dive again but can't. He if forced to surface, coughing out more of the water he had tried to use his gills for. Angel had effectively taken his main strength and destroyed it, causing brutal pain to wrack the siren's body as blood spilled from the gaps in his gills, filaments raw and bloody from attempted use which began to stain the water red. The hissing had died down in tone to a much lower and more pained one. He worked his way toward the bank, pulling himself up onto the sand, laying on his non-injuried side, gills flexing and relaxing from the pain as blood spilled freely down his burnt side and tears slid down his cheeks. He was certain he was going to die. He was going to wind up like the stories his mother told him about. He just wanted this moment's rest.

His magic fades, tail and fins flattening against his body and seeming to melt into his pale skin, turning to human legs as he lay in the now crimson sand. His breath was harsh as he was just trying to recover but as the shock wore off it just started to hurt worse and worse. He'd never been burned before, he'd been stabbed, cut, hit but never burned. It was a different sensation, and he hated it. At this point he was screaming, high pitched screams a dying animal might put off, mostly because he did think he was dying. He quickly lifts his hands to his shoulder, fingers clinched, showing his claws weren't exposed and the barb on his wrist tightly pressed against his skin. Then his fingers flick outwards. A signal of submission, he was done fighting. He repeats to motion twice more before finally laying still.

Xale Xale WeaselThor WeaselThor Its_Just_E Its_Just_E
 
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Ambilobe, Madagascar

After nick left bruce went back to work in the construction company he had started at last week. He was fast to climb in the ranks becoming the foreman. It was easy for him while others trudged to work, he came with a joyful pep in his step. He was grieving sure but nonetheless these moments not ruined by the "Other Guy" were always welcomed. Yet as he walked on the metal scaffolding he got a strange feeling that he was being watched, yet he saw no one looking at him. Nonetheless he headed to the men's room to get his bearings again. These waves of paranoia were getting to be worse and worse. As if something was coming...

Meanwhile...

The three hooded figures stood on the roof of the company each looking at Bruce banner intently the three of them then exchanged glances and the one with a strange pole like bulge on his back shook his head allowing a few strands of white hair to become visible. The one with blue skin seemed relieved, yet the other one with a scared face seemed annoyed. "is the time ever gonna be right boyo?" he said in a thick irish accent. "Soon, but not now...you are welcome to dispute my decisions, if you want." the white haired one said in an amused tone with body language that seemed too obviously relaxed to be genuine. "No need lad, you got this." the irishman said as he raised his hands in defeat. Just as soon as he said this the while haired male vanished before the eyes of the other two. Shaking his head the irishman chuckled "Tight arse little lad aint he" he said turning to see the blue skinned one already having turned, heading for the ladder. "Enough talk brother, Carry on with the mission." the blue man said as he began descending the ladder. "Oi, whatever. It'll get done." he said as he began making his way to the same ladder. ​
 
Neon

Orsted left Central Park blending himself with a group of tourists from Japan. He left the group as they enter their buses and he bought a hot dog from a stand. "More mustard, please," he said and paid the vendor. Central Park is a hotbed now, his best bet is to return after dark. "Wot I'm supposed to do ter kill time then? Shopping?"

His mission has failed. The medical supplies didn't reach the base and he needs to look for a new way to restock the supplies. Finding another SHIELD cargo takes time so he has two options. Either hit a pharmaceutical company. Or finding a smuggler. He's heard about the N7, probably they knew something.
 
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This is Ultra's post too (Bobby Bone)!



"Hello there, Have we met?"

Cobwebs of crackling red energy lashed out around Zara's forearms. Each movement produced a feral hiss, as if her aura spoke in an angry, cosmic language. Rhythmic humming steadily dripped from her arms as each limb moved around the other; intangible waves pulling on themselves in an odd display of pseudo-magnetism. Between the mutant's wide gesturing, another ball of scarlet power was forming. It was much, much bigger than the last. Her irides flashed with wisps of crimson electricity that matched the hue of her unstable ambience. "No. But if you don't leave him alone, you vill wish we never did."
Spreading his arms, Bobby's smile grew wider. In a sickeningly sweet tone, he cooed in agreement. "Yes, of course my dear. I'm sure he has had just enough anyway." As if to solidify this, Hank's size reduced as he tried in vain to regain his regular breathing patterns, yet still managed to get his legs underneath himself and stagger to his feet. "Plus he isn't even why I am here." To the surprise of all, he turned and walked through his hole in the wall, as if Zara and the recovering Avenger posed no threat.

The whole of Zara's energy shrank away with a dying whisper. The orb that once threatened Bobby reduced itself to thin streams of red, and then disappeared completely. As the luminous granules dissipated, relief was exhaled through her nostrils. She placed one hand on Hank's chest to help him up slowly, ensuring that he wouldn't aggravate anything that may have been broken.
Hank rose rather quickly. Nothing was broken or torn, but his sternum was definitely bruised. Once the wind returned to him and the gears turned in his head about what bobby had said..."He isn't even the reason I'm here." His eyes widened at the realization "The Key! We cant let him into the lab!" and wobbly as he was, he rose to his feet and sprinted after Bobby.
After turning, Bobby began walking back through the hole Hank had been smashed through. He walked around the table and his hands began to hum with massive amounts of vibrational energy as he approached the vault near the back of the lab.

Zara's eyes flashed red, and her hand stretched towards a forlorn electrical wire. Sanguine lightning encompassed the cord's metal exterior in a thin layer, ecstatic to have returned, and carried it to the next room with surprising speed. It suddenly wrapped itself around Bobby's wrist and yanked him backwards, fueled by the telekinetic pull that the foreigner's circular gestures produced.
As the wires began to wrap around his wrists. Bobby gave off a perturbed look. Had he misjudged this newcomer? When the wires tugged with enough force to pull him off of his feet before he could brace himself, he knew he was correct in his misjudgment. However, Bobby's eyes darkened, like sunken pockets within the surface of his skull. Despite Zara's restraints, an eerie smile crept its way along the corners of his lips. There was not a shred of resistance from him. If she listened closely enough, she might have even heard... a chuckle.

Hank was stunned for a moment when the girl first acted. So she is a mutant? Whatever, bigger fish to fry...speaking of bigger. It didn't take much thought. Janet was outside, this girl could likely handle a bit of rubble and if she couldn't then whatever, no one would prosecute him for another mutant getting taken out. With that, he smirked as he noticed the perfect set up. He turned his Pym particle injector up to the maximum, and rose to his full 60ft height. As he grew, the roof collapsed around him but he paid no mind to that. Zara's neck craned upwards as she watched. Unfortunately, his colossal size was dropping chunks of shattered ceiling onto her. Much to the woman's surprise though, her body's crimson field quickly lashed out at each boulder, smashing them to pieces. I didn't know I could do that, she thought to herself. Meanwhile, Hank kept his target in his mind's eye as he cocked his foot back, taking out the remains of the wall behind him. Then, that same massive foot came back like a wrecking ball, smashing everything in its path. It just so happened that the restrained Bobby was in his way.
The mutant threw a face of obvious mock astonishment as the wires continued to restrain him, which shifted to a more bored and condescending expression as Hank's size increased again. As the kick came towards him, his sinister eyes locked on Zara and he shouted over the sound of the cascading rubble. "You know what they say about old dogs..." The moment Hank's foot collided with him, Bobby absorbed the staggering amount of kinetic energy, focused it, and dispersed into the cables holding him. They vibrated at immense speeds, eventually falling apart. Yet, the mass of the foot still carried him through the air and slammed him into the vault, slightly embedding him into the iron. Even still, his grin hadn't faded. His predatory eyes shifted back and forth between the two, like a tiger deciding which antelope to pounce on.

Zara wasn't out of tricks yet, either. Her palms began to generate small spheres of reddened light, and her vision was set on nothing but Bobby.
As hank balanced himself against the recoil of his own kick, he let out a groan. "Geez what is that guy made of?" he said, shrinking back down to normal size. Meanwhile, Bobby unleashed another vibrational pulse, tearing the steel he was embedded in with a loud CLANG. He kept his arms spread out to his sides, seeming to make no attempt to defend against Zara. Instead, he seemed to be goading her into attacking him. His gaze held the look of an amused predator as he asked her, "You are quite an intriguing specimen, what is your name?"
Venom dripped from her voice as she simply replied, "They called me Flashfir-re." With that, she straightened her arms and sent the orbs crashing towards Bobby. Each of them had enough force to blast through a pair of steel bunkers, but she suspected he could take the hit.




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Health: 100%
Status: Determined
Location: Atlanta, GA
(SHIELD Labs)
Interacting With:
- Fenrir
- Bobby Bone
Mentioned:
- P Peaceswore
- WeaselThor WeaselThor






  • GENERAL NAME: Zara Lehnsherr

    ALIAS: Veronica Kuleshov, Flashfire

    SEX: Female

    AGE: 22

    HEIGHT: 5'11

    WEIGHT: 145 lbs

    SPECIES: Mutant

    APPEARANCE: Taking after the genetic appearance of her surrogate templates, Zara sports high cheekbones and a strong jaw. She has hazel eyes and brown, wavy hair. When energy manipulation is in use, her irides tend to either flash or wholly become red. On a normal basis, she is usually seen wearing loose clothing with pieces of her Siberian upbringing (jewelry, necklace, furs, etc).


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Dane sheathed the Ebony Blade and figured no one else was coming for the supplies. It was best he packed it in for now, he wasn't planning on staying in New York but returning to Garret Castle in England. After all he has a search to do for a proper mount. He waited for a truck to from SHIELD to arrive to recover the medical supplies. Dane climbed into the truck as it proceeded to drive towards HQ, the Triskelion. Dane planned to find out if there were any immediate concerns and if nothing out there demands his attention he was hopping on the first SHIELD transport to England. Besides he probably should check in with the rest of MI-13. However, knowing this world he would be surprised if HQ had nothing for him to do.
 
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