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Post by Gambit on Feb 27, 2009 21:19:23 GMT -4
Through the dust and the shadows, the priest saw not one shape, but two. Or had he? In the blink of an eye they seemed to merge, leaving only one. Then came another beam of red energy. Ducking, the priest tried to shield his body from the bits of debris that fell upon him.
Somehow, the words that followed felt more dangerous.
Rolling out of the way of the next blast, Remy got up into a crouch, grabbing a piece of the ceiling and letting it charge in his hand.
“Go find de ot’ers!” he yelled at his companion, taking a fighting stance. “Go find Creed an’ send him back here.”
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Feb 28, 2009 2:58:09 GMT -4
Kurt scrambled to get out of the way as debris seemed almost to chase after him.
He was terrified. He was also reluctant to leave.
Torn between fear and uncertainty and loyalty and conditioning Kurt made the choice that was most familiar.
He did what he was told.
He ran for the other end of the hall as fast as he could, away from the dark beast that he was certain meant to kill them both.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Feb 28, 2009 21:09:05 GMT -4
"Alone at last", Henry said. Unbelievably quickly, the shadowy form had leapt upward and against the wall careening off of it and across the hallway, propelling forward like some massive steel ball in an enormous pinball machine.
He leapt at the priest, clenched fist driving hard at pale human flesh. There would be time later to use his talon-like claws.
"Now you can tell me why you're really here", Henry said, "before I kill you."
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Post by Gambit on Feb 28, 2009 21:43:09 GMT -4
Kurt was barely out of sight before McCoy was launching himself across the hallway at the priest. Diving out of the way, he hit the floor hard. He didn’t have room to throw the debris he held without injuring himself in the explosion, so he quickly reversed the charge and attempted to scramble out of the way.
“Y’ really wanna know, how ‘bout we go get a drink an’ I’ll tell y’ all ‘bout it,” Remy said.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Mar 2, 2009 22:02:15 GMT -4
Kurt reached the stairwell at top speed and crashed through the door with a loud metallic boom. The skin of his hands squeaked against painted metal as he took the stairs downward two at a time.
At the landing he turned, one hand grasping the rail for support and swung to take the next set of stairs.
Dress shoes - the only kind he had ever been issued - were never made for moving quickly on tile steps. What seemed like just another footstep suddenly became a very dangerous freefall. Kurt let out a shocked cry and caught his knee painfully against the edge of a lower stair on the way downward. Going far too quickly, his leg buckled and he pitched into a headlong fall for the cement of the next landing below.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Mar 4, 2009 0:15:17 GMT -4
"And here I was", Henry sneered, "thinking you weren't a real priest". He overshot and landed nimbly on his feet.
"Ready or not", he said as he turned and watched the smaller man trying to get to his feet. "Here I co-..."
Beneath them, there were the sounds of muffled explosions and the floor shook. The building creaked and moaned. Alarms blared.
Henry's grin became a terrible snarl.
"What have you done?", he demanded.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 5, 2009 20:13:54 GMT -4
Before he could even regain his footing, Remy was shaken to the floor once more. For a moment his expression clearly showed his surprise before it dawned on him. The explosives. They had all hoped not to meet any resistance, but luckily Creed had come prepared. If the doctor McCoy was here, though, then who had been the cause of the explosion? Creed wasn’t the type to get trigger happy when things were this important.
Then the priest thought of the television screens. The doctor had still been speaking on air when suddenly he had been standing in front of them.
There was much more to this man than meets the eye.
“For de great day o’ His wrath is come; an’ who shall be able t’ stand?” Remy said with a devilish grin as he got to his feet. This was not the time to goad his opponent, but anger could also aid him by making the doctor careless.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Mar 8, 2009 19:54:52 GMT -4
He landed, but not gracefully. He was able to keep from breaking his own neck by catching himself with his arms but Kurt wasn't entirely certain whether the blow to his cheekbone had broken something. At the very least it was going to look like he'd been in quite a fight. As he tried to pull himself from the floor, the building shook.
Sprinklers and alarms followed.
He wasn't sure what had happened, but he was sure of one thing. Whatever it was meant that Katherine and Creed were dealing with problems of their own. He wanted nothing more than to find her. To protect her as best he could...
But that would mean abandoning the priest. Kurt realized that beyond "Father", he didn't even know the man's name. Kurt wanted that chance to know.
And so it was that he did something he had never done before. He disobeyed a direct order.
“Go find de ot’ers!” he was told. “Go find Creed an’ send him back here.”
If he did, Kurt feared it would be too late.
Painfully, he ran back up the stairs.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Mar 10, 2009 23:34:42 GMT -4
His eyes burned red. "Say your prayers, Father", Henry invited through a snarl.
With a roar of rage he launched himself at the priest. This time, the clawed hands were open instead of fists.
Whether he meant to grab him or rip the man's heart out even Henry wasn't certain.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 11, 2009 14:50:21 GMT -4
If the priest had one thing on his side, it was speed. He could have avoided the attack fairly easily, or at least he felt he could have, but he knew he could only do so for so long. The fact remained that he had a mission to complete, and the longer he remained here, the more distant the voice seemed to become. It was as if the faith that God had in him was fading with each passing minute, and he could not let it slip away.
Instead, when the blue furred mutant launched himself at Remy, he felt backwards to the floor and brought his legs up in a powerful kick, aiming his feet at McCoy’s chest. If he could put some distance between them, perhaps throw another charged projectile... but he had seen how that had worked out last time. He had to change tactics.
And unfortunately, he had to get up close and personal just once before he could be on his way.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Mar 14, 2009 13:03:43 GMT -4
Kurt's face throbbed where he'd impacted on cement. His leg sent sharp warning pain with every step.
Trying to ignore it as each breath came with more difficulty, he clenched his teeth and pulled himself back up the stairway.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Mar 15, 2009 17:45:07 GMT -4
The use of leverage was an impressive trick. Henry hadn't expected the smaller man to so effectively divert his attack.
The momentum of his own mass working against him, he made sure to grab the priest's leg and drag him along for the ride.
Had there been time to form a plan, it would likely have been to throw the man about like a toy or smash his form against a wall.
As it was, they simply collapsed to the ground in a very unplanned heap.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 17, 2009 13:10:15 GMT -4
Although the tactic had worked, McCoy always seemed one step ahead. He hadn’t avoided the counter-attack completely, but had one of his own as he grabbed the priest’s legs and pulled him right along with him as he fell. Landing in a heap on the floor, Remy didn’t waste the opportunity. Using the far too close proximity to his advantage, deft fingers picked the pocket of the blue furred doctor and before he could blink a small key disappeared up his sleeve.
Now he just needed the opportunity to use it.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Mar 29, 2009 16:34:07 GMT -4
Finally at the top of the stairs, Kurt couldn't help it.
He stopped to catch his breath.
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Post by Hank McCoy on Mar 29, 2009 18:02:21 GMT -4
Proximity, it could be said, was a two-edged sword and while the thief deftly stole what was not his the brutally strong beast whirled on him and grasped the man's neck. Thick talons drove into tile pinning the priest against the floor and threatening to crush his windpipe.
Red eyes burned.
"I grow much less amused by your presence here", Henry seethed. The only thing that made him pause before the end was that he wanted to see the recognition in his foe's eyes.
Recognition that he had been bested.
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