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For all the marbles
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Jul. 4th, 2010 @ 07:33 pm
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Moondragon descends from the waiting fleet as more and more ships return, deploying troops. She lands amongst the Exiles as they re-gather.
"Adam Warlock is dead. As is your companion, Roxanne Simpson. She died heroically, I am assured." she says, her voice cool, as if she were reading the evening news.
"Thanos has recovered two of the gems and is on his way. Normally I would ask for the gems to distribute to the most powerful among us... but I fear that would doom us as empires fall into squabbling over toys when the universe is at stake. I therefore urge you to prepare amongst yourselves to battle Thanos. You have more gems... but he is more skilled in their use, and utterly ruthless. Despite his power and intelligence, however, we have an edge. He will come here... with Death watching, he will not turn down our challenge, and will attempt to defeat us head on. If we fail this time, however, I am certain there will be no last second save by a Silver Surfer this time. I do not think we have much time - so prepare well."
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The Reality Gem
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May. 7th, 2010 @ 01:31 pm
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Bucky climbs aboard Star-Lord's vessel.
"Nice ship," he points out. "Think it'll beat Thanos's forces there?"
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Death and Destruction
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Apr. 25th, 2010 @ 05:52 am
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It was a small planet orbiting a gas giant in Shi'ar controlled space. The small chunk of rock didn't have any remarkable features on it and it held no resources to be utilized. It was rather insignificant as planets went, but it had been the site of a significant battle in the fate of the universe.
Dead bodies littered the ground and a silver surf board was stuck point down in the ground. Smoke billowed from wrecked space craft and blood, human and alien alike, seeped into the fine dirt covering the surface of the planet. It seemed unfitting for this barren place to be the final resting place of some of the finest heroes in the universe.
There was a flash of light.
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Back in Black
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Jan. 21st, 2010 @ 11:58 pm
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Quinn kept his mouth shut (for a change) and stayed near Wrecker. Klaw was sealed inside the building and the other three were still bound by mystical bindings.
He did a quick check on the others.
Sarah was facing off against the Hulk.
Rose was squaring off against Screaming Mimi and Agnar.
So business as usual and unless they were in dire straights, he wasn't going to blow his cover so to speak. Quinn was just waiting for the right moment to take out the whacko he was following.
His other teammates should be getting here soon.
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Good Girl Gone Bad
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Dec. 13th, 2009 @ 08:24 pm
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Roxanne was a girl of simple dreams. The white picket fence wasn't gonna happen. She was never very good in school because she was mov'n all the time, but one thing she could do was ride. Dad had managed to get this 65 Panhead from a dumbass iwho bet he couldn't jump 5 cars on the spot. The guy lined up construction truck but-to-grill and Crash still flew right on over them. The guy was pissed and they couldn't ever go back to Savannah after he won the bike, but that was just one of the loving thing Crash had done for his girl. Social workers kept trying to break the family up when they saw them. They said she should be in school. One of those fools even said what her and Johnny had wasn't natural. They were always on the freeways. When they stopped it was set up, lights and show on, then you just had to tear down until the next gig. Sometimes they'd settle in for winter. Most of the time, they wouldn't. The carnie life is what she knew and she loved it. The yokels could have their nice comfortable lives with the lights and show just passing through their lives. She lived more and saw more then they ever would. Johnny swore one day they'd have the good life with money and repect because of his stunts, but Roxanne couldn't care. She just wanted what she had, Johnny, and her family. That's why when Dad kept getting sick it scared them. Dad knew how to stay one step ahead of the truant officers, social workers, cops, and the bikers who would really mess you up. She and Johnny were still underage as far as anyone outside of the show cared to know. Things got worse when Johnny started jumping for Crash. Things got even worse when someone ratted to the cops that she and Johnny both were under 18 and jumping cars. Her mother when she was alive knew real magic. Who knew that trying to find a way to save Crash was gonna nuke the whole world?
Roxanne squirms in the ER. Docs always make her nervous, but since her Dad got all sick it's like they know she's bad and doesn't belong here. The smell of the place makes her sick. She wants to road.
"So, ah think I know where to start look'n, if the old guy's fine."
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Start It Up!
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:10 pm
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With a pop of displaced air, the Exiles appear in a new place.
Most of them immediately recognize the streets of New York city, even at night from the dark alley in which they have appeared: the Empire States Building and the World Trade Center's lights can be seen in the distance. Posters for bands and upcoming concerts plaster the walls. People pass by along the city streets.
"Okay, Sarah, what's the... hello?" Patriot's voice drops off as he notices that there's someone new with them.
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In a New York Minute....
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Oct. 14th, 2009 @ 07:15 pm
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They arrived in New York a few seconds after leaving Moscow thanks to Blink. Quinn could have done transporting duty, but there was nothing wrong with sharing the work. It actually felt good to be moving again. They had spent a few days in Moscow while Wanda cleared the way for her to leave for a short while.
While they were waiting Natasha had filled them in with more information about this world and how bad it was. As bad as it was, there were a few small spots of hope. Natasha, God she was hot and Quinn would have shagged her in a second if Patriot wasn't already doing that, had told them that someone connected to New York's Hellfire Club was helping and harboring mutants. The identity of the "Angel of New York" was unknown, but Quinn believed they could find him or her.
There was also mention of Project Bifrost that the Red Skull was working on. There were no details about it since Natasha hadn't been able to find much about it. She said she had nearly been killed trying to get what little information she did get. Magneto had under the advice of an adviser decided not to pursue that matter. Quinn would bet money it had something to do with Thor.
Thor. Quinn bet if Thor had come to this Earth like he had in Quinn's dimension and others from the sound of what his teammates said, maybe the world wouldn't be like this. Or at least as bad.
Quinn looked around. It was quite obvious that this wasn't the New York he knew and loved. "Well mates, what's on our agenda besides getting some cash and finding a place to crash?"
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Moscow:
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Oct. 1st, 2009 @ 04:52 pm
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He's been delivered to Moscow to see what he can find... to see if he can get in touch with Wanda. He moves silently around the Kremlin.
He's broken into the Kremlin before. But a new universe means new security. He's going carefully.
It will take a particularly sharp eye to spot him.
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Acts of Avenging, pt. 2 - Mother Russia
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Sep. 2nd, 2009 @ 09:27 am
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The teleportation is far easier this time. Russia is a very, very big place, and there's no magical barriers or resistance.
In fact, there's not a lot of anything. Looking around the area where they come in, remote, in order to avoid notice, it would look like the village that was once here was struck with a bomb, save nothing is burnt. A wave of destruction radiates out from a central point, and everything from there is demolished. The foundations of houses sit bare, with wreckage strewn away from them. The signs of at least two mass graves aren't that well hidden not far away from the village. A few hastily put together crosses of sticks line the sites now, but this village is lifeless. A wooden sign, far enough on the outskirts to have survived whatever hit this place can still be read, at least by those who speak Russian.
Anzhero-Sudzhensk, population: 86,480
With all the flat land, in the distance on direction, the signs of cobbled together stick and cloth hovels can be seen, a few figures moving about, never staying out in the open too long. Much more distantly the opposite direction, the faint radiance of lights of what has to be a massive city can be somewhat discerned, but the place must be massive to be at all evident at this distance.
Sarah rises a bit off the ground for a slightly better view. "Gods. This is horrible."
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Welcome to Latveria Hope you Enjoy Your Stay
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Aug. 3rd, 2009 @ 05:32 am
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Quinn was getting a lot better with his accuracy when teleporting. He had managed to set them down a few hundred yards outside of Doom’s castle. The last two attempts had been rather successful. The ones before had been failures as he had teleported himself a few miles away from where he had been aiming.
They were still invisible, but Quinn knew Doom would know they were here soon enough. Not much got past Doom, at least the one he knew and he didn’t think this one was too different. “Let’s get moving,” he said as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing in his head. He’d kill for a beer right now.
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Onward to... something
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Jun. 18th, 2009 @ 09:10 pm
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The villains are all either unconscious, or they've surrendered. They initially weren't saying anything about the teleport pad, but Patriot is able to demonstrate that he's found it and proven he has some idea how it works. They'll let them know, at least, that its locked - it can only bring people here or return them to base, its not an all-purpose teleporter. Any scans or checks seem to confirm that information, at least. To the degree anyone here knows teleporter technology, at least. They'll also inform them they're currently in the 'Free State of Australia', whatever that is. Otherwise, they're not being very helpful.
"So, options?"
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 02:50 pm
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This time its almost expected.
Just like their first mission last time, the Exiles show up in their first mission together 30' off the ground and falling. Sarah catches herself, switching to hover, and grabs for the nearest non-flyer, reaching automatically for her shield with the other hand.
The land beneath is parched, packed Earth, not much cooler than the desert they just left. The terrain all around is scrub, with some hardy trees and brush providing some cover and shade to the east, and otherwise a lot of nothing in most directions. Definitely nothing in the way of civilization.
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The more things change...
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Jun. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:17 pm
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The Exiles all find themselves transported from the desert to... well, another part of the desert.
In the middle of this flat area, however, an area of tiled floor sits, with a chalkboard set up on one edge. And all the Exiles sit in old-style school desks, mostly a little too small for them, wedged in however much needed.
A balding man stands by the chalkboard, waiting patiently for everyone to settle in and pay him heed after the sudden change of surrounds.
"Welcome... or welcome back, as the case may be. Coffee? Muffins?"
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I've been through the desert...
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May. 28th, 2009 @ 05:47 pm
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One moment she felt her lips on Anya's. It was a dream and nightmare come true, each in their own ways. The Talus sent a jolt up her arm, and suddenly instead of everything she'd gotten so used to, and the feel of her best friend and crush next to her, she felt warm wind, and a bright light made her shield her eyes against a scorching sun.
She knew right where she was. Back in the desert where everything had gone so horribly wrong. Even as alike as most deserts ended up, she somehow just knew.
Sarah sinks into the sand, drawing her knees up to her chest and settling her head on her knees, trying to collect her thoughts, trying hard not to cry, trying to be pulled together when someone else showed up.
The Timebroker can wait.
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