Whodunnit?

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

It was time to get a little more organized, share some information with each other. She had a talk with that bigface kid, Jaime, to see if he could do anything to shield them from Stacy's prying eyes and he said he had a few ideas, so a meeting place was chosen, and it was time to gather.

Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.

"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."

Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.

[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]

Comments

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

He could hear the ire in her voice.

"That's Super--never mind."

He deserved the ire.

So he listened, grabbed the dude, and helped cover the rear.

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

< AHHH! >

Ax wasn't stunned any more. He was buried under at least a half-dozen giant roaches, who had clearly decided that he was too much of a problem to leave alive. They were ripping at him, just like they had shredded Hudson.

< AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! >

Morph you idiot! he screamed at himself, trying to concentrate while suffocating underneath giant roaches that were trying to rip him to pieces.

Small. He had to get small, too small for them to notice. Some--

House fly he decided as one of the roaches ripped off his stalk eyes. Morph morph morph shrink shrink shrinkshrinkshrink--

YES! He was shrinking! Shrinking away from their mouths and their claws, and there was more and more room to breathe!

He morphed as fast a possible, his tail and its blade sucked right up his backside and his arms and legs became the many-jointed legs of a fly. Compound eyes blossomed from his sockets, allowing him to see entirely too much of the roaches, and two gossamer wings sprouted and buzzed to life on his back. And all the while, he kept shrinking. Until finally--

Out! Out out out out out!

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent didn't like this woman thinking she could order him around, but for now, her advice was sound. He slipped into position, dropping his invisibility so he didn't risk any of his 'teammates' running into him, now that they were closer together.

The others seemed to be complying nicely though, clearing the field of any minions. He grinned sadistically as he unloaded with a volley of wide-range fire and lightning attacks. The temperature in the area began to rise and people's hair may have been standing on end as his attacks saturated the air.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono could have asked just what Cybil thought he was doing already, but that would have meant energy toward telepathy that he could be using elsewhere.

Besides, blasting the bugs let him get out a LOT of the frustration he had with being trapped here. He finally had something he could beat the hell out of and he planned to take advantage of it.

He called up all the frustration and ire he held for Stacy, but it brought more with it; the Paige and Warren situation, the Sugar Kane situation. Frustration with the X-Men and finding his place. Impotent rage at the people who had killed Ange. All of it finally finding an outlet on not-so-innocent bug creatures. It was a very good thing that everybody else was behind him.

Even through all that, though, Jono kept a telepathic 'ear' to Cybil. He'd rein it in when he had to. But he was perfectly fine with doing this as long as they needed him to.

He'd pass out and sleep later.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Being a military man, Bri was definitely used to running and gunning. Using the sensors on the back of his head to aim, he literally fired over his shoulder as he ran, hitting a couple of them, but still not making a huge dent in their numbers.

Should've gone for something heavier than a pistol, he thought to himself as he managed to pick off another one.

One of the bugs swooped down and nearly grabbed him, but he managed to twist in time and slammed it into the ground, aiming the jury-rigged flechette launcher in his wrist (ah, the joys of being a combat cyborg) right at the thing's head, blowing it into a fine mist.

Soon as he could, he shoved the thing's body away and poured as much speed as he could out of his cybernetically enhanced legs to make sure he didn't fall behind.