Did We Miss Anything? *Open for the Wounded later*

[redeyesummer]

The flight to the airport wasn't entirely bad. Hell, the entire trip was pretty fun if you looked past the anti-mutant problems, bailing Crystal out of jail, and getting drugged. Scott left his car in Warren's bag and was first out, making a dash for the door. Before moving up the steps he glanced at Warren and Crystal. "C'mon

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[animalpriestess]

Once out of the car, Crystal booked it along after Scott, but she froze when her nose caught something in the air. It was faint, but she could still smell it. She parted her mouth slightly and felt her stomach churn at the taste of something mildly copper in the air, and slowed before looking to Scott suddenly feeling panicked.

"Scott?... Something isn't right..." she shook her head and neared the door.

[horsemanofdeath]

Warren was after them, slipping off his jacket as he went.

"It's too quiet this time of day there should be someone out in the yard." Warren unfurled his wings just to be on the safe side. Bobby, Ash... He thought wanting to fly up to check his and Bobby's room first.

"There's no sign of struggle out here."

[redeyesummer]

"You know," Scott began as a hand went for the doorknob, "it might be nothing." He hoped his smile was convincing enough to reassure both of them. When he turned the knob, he found it was locked. With a stronger pull, he tried again. "Why is the door locked?" he grumbled.

[animalpriestess]

Crystal looked up at the door, placing her hand on it.

"If what I'm smelling is right that's one bitch of a nose bleed, Scott." she looked at him, then at the door knob trying it herself.

"Don't you have a key?"

The scent was stronger here.

[time_schizo]

Things were quiet now. Most of those not injured had fled elsewhere. It left Mark without any opponents. He was bored, and was considering breaking into wherever the others had barricaded themselves into when who should arrive but the very mutants he'd been trying to attract in the first place. Their timing couldn't have been any more perfect, minus the little feral bitch who was tagging along with them.

"Hello, boys." He looked like he had been through a war zone, which wasn't too far off from the truth. The pieces were all in place now. Just time for the final checkmate.

[redeyesummer]

Turning his attention towards Martini, Scott frowned. The sight of the ragged man made his jaw drop though. "What the hell happened Martini?!" He sounded somehwere between annoyed and pissed when he spoke.

[animalpriestess]

Crystal rose her head when she heard the familiar voice and gave a soft gasp when the scent of the many people in the house wafted from him.

"Jesus Christ, what did you do?" she cried horrified.

[horsemanofdeath]

Warren had managed to set Wendy on the couch before he heard Martini.

"Dude what the fuck... I mean really. Where's everyone else?" He balled his hands into fists wondering if he'd be able to tackle the man before anything happened. With the way Crystal sounded, and how he looked, he had a feeling the mess was Martini's fault and not in a good way.

dropping Layla off~

[coldbloodedeyes]

Once time unfroze again Caleb nearly laughed. He hadn't been near Martini so he hadn't seen that coming quick enough to remove himself from this dimension. But that didn't matter. Pasting a confused, concerned, pained look across his face. He even has it reach his eyes. Layla lay limp in his arm. He'd left the knife in. Sealing the wound around it to stop the blood. Removing the knife without proper medical attention; could have killed her. It was placed to close to her heart

[lightherway]

Tandy only vaguely remembered dragging herself out of the kitchen; she had made it as far as the alcove off the dining area before she'd blacked out again, slumping against the wall and hoping the cover would be enough. She had no idea how long it took until she regained consciousness, nor what had happened while she'd been out; all she knew was that when she came around, the house was eerily silent.

Consciousness brought pain, a lot of it, and she took a minute to try and evaluate her injuries. The top of her scalp and forehead smarted -- that would be burns from the coffee. The left side of her face was tacky with blood, the result of the nasty gash that ran from near her hairline through her eyebrow. And her left wrist felt as if something was pulled, probably from trying to wrench herself free of Martini's grasp.

All of which was nothing compared to the screaming pain from her broken ribs. She shifted gingerly -- just breathing hurt, and moving hurt a lot more -- and cautiously felt her torso, grimacing. Two, maybe three ribs

[epi_geek]

Time returned and the limp bloody figure on the couch twitched first. Which was only Wendy seeing what appendages were going to move when he asked them to. His eyes were shut, and at first he didn't want to open them because of tacky taste of copper in his mouth. He winced and groaned, shifting his arm then gave a sharp cry of pain.

"Oh! That was a -" he winced again, head throbbing, "ow...Ow, ow, ow."

He drew in a sharp inhale of air and tried to twist his leg now giving a sharp pain, making him cry out and lay back on the couch. He gasped and used his one arm to reach for his broken leg.

"Mother....Ah -" he lay back, reaching up a hand and touching his head, then looking to his finger tips. Cracked maroon blood flaked off his finger tips, as was still flowing blood.

"Fuck you head wounds, damn..."