ng_murderworld (ng_murderworld) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-25 18:42:00

Current location:	New Orleans, LA
Current mood:	amused
Entry tags:	antaeus, argo, inactive - alisa lebeau, inactive - entienne lebeau, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, lady devil, nicholas salem, perenawska, plot-"welcome to murderworld", team - champions

It's the Greatest Show on Earth!
The van that turned down the street in front of the Champion's home looked like any other brown delivery truck. Black and gold letters painting it's side and a man in a uniform consisting of a hat, button-up shirt and shorts the same drab color of his van looking as bored as one could with his job. The van stopped just short of the former night club's entrance. The delivery driver turned around in his seat and rummaged around for the small package he had for the inhabitants.

Hopping out of his van, 10x10 box tucked under his arm, he headed to the door and rapped on it three times. Not waiting for an answer - there was no signature confirmation requested - he set it on the top step and went back to his van, signed off on his clipboard and started the vehicle up.

By the time the door to the old club opened, he was already driving away to carry on with the rest of his deliveries.

The brown cardboard box, ten inches by exactly ten inches was addressed to The Most Worthy 'Champion' and weighed perhaps three pounds at the most. There was no return address.

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temperence
2010-01-27 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Alisa screamed out in sheer agony. She had never, ever been shocked before. Even when she worked on projects, her powers prevented her from making mistakes that would lead to that. Her body was simply thrown back from the electrical shock.

Groaning, she managed to get back up, seeing the images of Ennie, unseeing, reaching for her. She whimpered in pain, and started to stagger about the mirrors, heading east. There were too many to actually be Ennie... it was almost like some video feed. but she could not be sure.

"Great... ah... ah always wanted ta be dat mouse... in a maze lookin' for cheese..." She muttered to herself. Her body twitching slightly as she yelled out for Ennie, seeing if there would be a response. "Ennie!? Ennie where are yah!? Corey!? Nick!? Argo!? Anyone!?"

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 01:00 am UTC (link)

As she wanders, the image of Ennie is briefly replaced by one of Argo darting around a corner and reaching for her hand.
"Quickly, fair maiden, this way!" he calls encouragingly.

Of course, should she reach for the outstretched hand, she meets only glass with her fingertips, and another shock darts through her fingertips.

There's a hiss that follows, and some sort of sweet smelling gas begins seeping into the hall from the high ceiling. Just a little, a few wisps at first, drifting towards the floor. With even a little while though, its getting a little trickier to breathe, and the mirrors are all the more confusing. And worse, she can no longer just stay still. If she's going to get out of the gas before it grows too much, she has to move.

And every few seconds, a new person reaches for her, Ennie, Nicholas, Argo... one by one, in no order, sometimes the same person two or three times, reaches out, offering help, but every time a hand reaches out, should she dare reach back, there's a shock.
Sometimes there's a shock just for trying to navigate through the growing fog and stumbling against a glass surface.

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temperence
2010-01-28 01:14 am UTC (link)

Alisa was choking on the gas, and her body was staking far too many shocks. Her body was shaking, her head, dizzy, and body aching like it never had before. Every hand that reached out to help her was not real. There was no help... there was no one to help her. no one was ever going to help her. Her mind started to focus on this, more. All her life, Ennie had helped her, and now the Champions. Without them... she was frail, like a helpless child.

Crying softly, she crawled about on the ground, trying to find some way out. Not wanting to give up, though the thought was nagging her constantly. As her hands moved about the floor, she felt something. her powers... they were kicking in! She could feel some sort of technically device! There was a chance! She COULD help herself!

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 01:34 am UTC (link)

She finds part of the venting system for the gas, and the means, normally, to keep fresh air going into the enclosed building when its full.
With a little work, and running a couple cut wires to touch a mirror for a power source, she's able to build a reasonable fan, and dig herself out a good little mouse's hidey-hole.
As long as she doesn't wander too far, or takes the time to hold the wires against a mirror, she can clear the gas enough to breathe, and keep airflow going.
The gas remains in the distance, making the way ahead and back darker and more mysterious, and casting odd shadows everywhere. But is she's careful, she can move. Or, for the moment, if she's a good little girl and stays very, very still, she's safe - and just has to deal with all her 'friends' and her 'brother' reaching out, offering false help and false hope.

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temperence
2010-01-28 01:49 am UTC (link)

Alisa managed to work as fast as she could, creating a place for her to escape the gas, and give her some breathing room, so to speak. But before she could figure out where the current for the mirrors was coming from, something happened.

Her eyes suddenly rolled into the back of her head and she went into convulsions. They were pretty violent, her body jerking about, until it suddenly acme to a halt. Thanks to all the electrical shocks, it disrupted the "electricity" in her brain, causing a seizure. So much for her grand plan. The young Cajun was old cold, but this could be a good thing. If Arcade checked his monitors, she pretty much looked dead.

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 01:54 am UTC (link)

The fan she built, still partially hooked into the system, keeps running. It keeps the gas out of her hidey-hole, at the very least, though without the constant current, it runs only sporadically. Who knows how much time she might have?

She does, at the least, appear dead. At that, though everything continues running, the house of mirrors fills with sirens and blinking lights, and a big banner drops from the ceiling down the hall, adding to the macabre sign.

"Congratulations!" a clown head on one wall speaks in a high-pitched manic shriek. "You're the first casualty on this month's episode of... MURDERWORLD!"

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vicious_cycle
2010-01-28 02:37 am UTC (link)

Mirrors shatter and explode before the buildup of heat and pressure. Hellfire blasts forth from the cycle.
Its taken a while. Far too long. But Nick has finally homed in on the brightest spot of innocence present, and torn through the ride to get there.

He briefly puts out the fire ringing skeletal hands, and loads the unconscious form onto the back of the bike. Then, with the roar of the engine, he's off again, heading towards Lyta and hoping he's not too late.

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temperence
2010-01-28 02:52 am UTC (link)

Alisa was out cold, and practically dead weight in Nick's arms as he placed her on the back of his bike. her hands looked a bit dirty, as well as synged from touching the mirrors and getting shocked. But that damage did not seem as bad. What seemed bad was the fact she was not waking up. The only way Nick knew she was still alive was the fact she was breathing, and rather rapidly. At least she was free of that horrible room, now.

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 03:21 am UTC (link)

As the Rider made his way through the park, a second motercycle pulled up along side him. Red on black eyes that mirrored those of the young girl laying behind Nick's inner Demon smiled and gave a wink before pulling a handful of glowing playing cards from his coat and tossing them at the ground in front of the bike. He pulled away to a safe distance on the dirt paths between attractions while the cards went 'boom'.

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	vicious_cycle 2010-01-28 03:28 am UTC (link)
	The hellbike goes down, skidding along the ground. Nick manages to wrench control away from the rider long enough that he can shield Alisa from harm. Clutching her in one arm, protecting her behind him as he rises, he returns fire with a blast of hellfire while he runs back towards his bike. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ng_murderworld 2010-01-28 03:45 am UTC (link)
	The man that appears to be Gambit pulls his bike around to block Nick's progress, dodging the hellfire by laying his bike out and skidding under a barker platform. Another volley of cards is brought out and thrown at the two. The only thing marking him as not whom he seems is the lack of a soul within the body. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-01-28 03:54 am UTC (link)

He might have been able to dodge, but Nick isn't about to leave Alisa behind. He takes a square hit from a card, and goes flying as it detonates, slamming him into a food stand. Once again, he takes the worst of the impact to shield her. This fighting one armed isn't working, but he can't leave her.

And somewhere between their recent cooperation, and raw cunning, a plan hits. He dismisses the rider's bike, letting it turn back into Nick's Harley, and unburies himself from where he crashes, the skeletal figure rushing into the open and leaving himself open to try and draw Gambit and his bike towards him.

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	ng_murderworld 2010-01-28 04:01 am UTC (link)
	'Gambit' follows as Nick expected. His target was not the dead girl, but the skeletal rider than was trying to rescue her body. He flashed a grin and pulled out the whole deck this time, lighting it up and tossing it over head as he pulled up alongside Nick. Fifty-two card pick-up was enough to kill most people. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

vicious_cycle
2010-01-28 04:07 am UTC (link)

"Sucker." the demon growls, extending a hand.

Gambit's bike takes on a life of its own. The wheels catch fire, the front twists into the Rider's shield, and at the moment he's about to throw, it lurches to life under its own control. The Rider's bike has been destroyed or dispelled before - he's the king of the road, and now that bike will do nicely.

He tries to spark the transformation before Gambit can get clear of his former bike, trying to place the robot underneath his own rain of cards.

Either way, seems they're both in the minefield now. This is going to hurt - but he bets it'll hurt the robot more than it does him.

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ng_murderworld
2010-01-28 04:17 am UTC (link)

His ploy works. 'Gambit' cannot get clear of the motercycle because in reality, the robot is welded to it. It's legs connecting the two and not meant to part.

So the rain of cards hits it squarely even as the wires and servos along the torso of the robot are melted by the hellfire of the bike. The explosion destroys the remains, the bike existing and surviving perfectly fine under the reign of its new master while the charred and sparking chunks landed in a circle around the Rider.

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vicious_cycle
2010-01-28 04:23 am UTC (link)

Nicholas dismisses the new bike when its done with its usefulness.
Ok, yes, technically this new one was the Rider's bike, it would suffice just fine.

But the Harley, transformed or not, is /his/ bike, and you do not mess with a man's bike.

He kicks Gambit's head and picks Alisa up from the wreckage, and continues his journey towards the next most innocent soul, homing in, and his progress taking him right past Ennie's trap, on the way to Lyta's. Right now, he's navigating purely on guilt and innocence.

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