[OPEN POST] SNEAKY X-MEN TEAM

[forgingthings.livejournal.com]

Characters: Bobby, Kitty, Julian, anyone feasible.
Setting: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Awesometown.
Content: EPIC.
Status: OPEN AND READY.


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IMPORTANT NOTE: REFER HERE before jumping in.

SECOND IMPORTANT NOTE: It's been nearly a day since John has disappeared, along with Logan. There are whispers and rumors floating around school that John has left for the Brotherhood again and Logan has followed to skewer him. Some people say they ran away together to fall in love and join the circus though. Keep it in mind!

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[Lorna seethes at Rogue's taunt, her concentration so fixed on the other girl the Forge sees an opening. He volleys the gas bomb into the air, calling for Rogue to shield her eyes.

Unfortunately for him, Lorna lets a spray of sharp, pointy things loose in Forge's direction. He has to dive and duck for cover to avoid imminent death, but a few strike home, one lodging in his shoulder, another sinking into his abdomen, deep, but just under the angle of his ribs so his internal organs are more or less protected form it. He hopes.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue just manages to turn away thanks to his warning, moving higher into the air to avoid the gas and subsequently having a prime view of Forge getting hit.] Forge! You okay? [She doesn't wait for an answer, doesn't have time to wait for an answer as Lorna turns her anger back to Rogue. Apparently her previous taunt had worked a little too well and now Rogue's starting to panic a little as she hurries to block an oncoming storm of more metal beams. She's very much on the defensive which is not where she wants to be whatsoever.]

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Fine! [Forge lies, he's clearly not fine, the wince on his face as he rips the rod from his shoulder a testament to this. He thinks better of removing the one form his abdomen, the risk of bleeding out very real.

Close to him, he spots Josh's baseball bat, grabs it and splits it in two, the wood splintering into sharp, jagged ends. He sets to work inlaying it with synthetic wiring and a contact-based taser mechanism. He thinks there's enough power to it to incapacitate a person, but getting close enough to Lorna might be a problem. She's now levitating 4x4s and riding mowers above her head which she's ripped from the machine shed, hurling them at Rogue in rapid succession.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[It's a struggle to keep up. Lorna's had years of practice with these powers. Rogue's avoided them. She goes deeper into the psyche, calling up all the power she can possibly find as another unsettling possibility comes to mind... the possibility of what she might have to do.

She blocks the incoming masses of metal, sending them hurtling right back at Polaris as fast as she can manage. A few of the beams are held back until Rogue judges she has enough and sends them flying at breakneck speed at Polaris from all different angles, hoping that at least one will break through.]

[newbrohood.livejournal.com]

[One beam clips Lorna's shoulder, sending her reeling backward in space. She halts herself, rising again, pulling the eaves from the mansion, sending it to make motions to coil around Rogue like some hideous aluminum boa constrictor.]

I you'd just hold still for a moment, we could hurry this up so you can die already.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I don't kill that easy. [Rogue grits her teeth as she shoots higher into the air, trying to avoid the snake-like metal structure. She's almost done because she can't keep fighting a battle on this playing field. Her gloves come off, fluttering to earth unnoticed as she creates a distraction with another beam. It takes just enough of Polaris's attention for Rogue to zoom in, bare hands reaching for the other mutant's face. Skin meets skin and the drain of both powers and life starts. Metal slams to the ground as both women fall closer to the earth, Lorna struggling to get free.] Sorry, sugah. [Rogue releases her, having taken enough to render the woman unconscious but not kill her.

And then she feels it again. That horrible horrible sensation of overloading and too many powers fighting for dominance in her drained and exhausted body. This is not going to be good.]

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[Forge's eyes widen as Rogue unleashes her true power, Lorna's limp, unconscious body falling to the earth. There is a tremor of power in the air as she struggles for control. Forge looks at the shoddy, fast rig thing in his hand and wonders if it's going to work at all, if it'll hurt Rogue so much that even Josh might not be able to repair her.

It gives him enough pause to call out to her, hoping she can gain control]

Rogue! The fight's over girl, come back down!

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Rogue's still high up in the air, fighting the psyches within her mind. There's a scream of pain as the new Lorna psyche struggles against her.

She's probably not going to get control back any time soon.]

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[Well. That was successful. Can't blame the guy for trying though. He shrugs, nothing for it, and launches his fly-by-night Rogue-stopper into the air. He closes his eyes, waits.]

Sorry, girl.

[It connects successfully, the jagged splinter edges of the wood making contact with enough force to drive deep into Rogue's upper back. He hears her cry out, watches her convulse as the charge takes hold. He darts out quickly as she begins to fall, just barely positioning himself in time to catch her.

She's sweating, panting, questionably conscious. He pushes her hair back from her face with his synthetic hand, cupping her cheek as he supports her limp neck.]

Come on, Rogue. Come on back.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[Her entire body hurts but it's Rogue who's in control of it and not another pissed off version of Polaris.] It's me, Forge. [All of her sessions gone wrong with Logan have taught her that that assurance needs to be the first thing out of her mouth, mostly so she doesn't get skewered or shot again.] Thanks. [It's a few long moments before she tries to get to her feet, gratefully accepting Forge's help. A quick glance around confirms that Polaris unconscious on the ground not too far away. She opens her mouth to make a comment about it when she tries to move a bit too fast, putting a bit too much strain on a spot where Polaris had hit her with some support beams.] I really need to stop making a habit out of this.

[forgingthings.livejournal.com]

[Forge isn't going to give her an option, he's got his arm around her, his fingers pausing to check on the wound on her back for a second before taking a more supportive hold of her.]

You could always take up biting your nails. Might be a little less wear and tear on you, long term. [He gives her a gentle, friendly jostle.] You won't get to save the day nearly as much, though.