Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Friends. Once More.
Characters: Open to All
Date&Time: August 15th, all day long baby.
Setting: The Battlefield
Summary: WAR, BITCHES, WAR
Rating: Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll... oh, AND WAR!!!!!!!! <3
Status: OPEN
( {Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Mutant dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest X-Men!} )
Date&Time: August 15th, all day long baby.
Setting: The Battlefield
Summary: WAR, BITCHES, WAR
Rating: Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll... oh, AND WAR!!!!!!!! <3
Status: OPEN
( {Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Mutant dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest X-Men!} )
She had led a small group in from the rear, a bit dismayed that nobody had bothered to change the layout of the terrain. In the early morning darkness she had led the way through still sickeningly familiar trees and clearings, until they were almost literally at the back steps. It was all easy, too easy, and with a wave, she motioned for the mutants with her to continue on their assigned mission. She had her own to pursue.
Eyes opened to the spectrum, she scanned the building in infrared, seeing nothing but the younger residents huddled at windows or under beds, trying their best to escape the carnage. She moved carefully, noiselessly, until she found her target. Magneto ( ... )
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Not a natural heat or natural fire, by any means.
He had a fair incling though of who it was... sneaky little bitch.
He gave orders to Raven, then moved off through the mansion towards the back.
He didn't know she'd be there, of course, but he hadn't seen her in the front, and it was just like Iris to lead an assault to his back door through the treeline she'd still be so familiar with.
She was, afterall, historically speaking a Backstabbing Bitch.
It made perfect tactical sense that that was where she'd be, and even if it wasn't, then he was sure to find some little minions attempting to gain entry.
Erik knew he wouldn't find a single gram of metallic substanceon on her person... but that was poor protection from him.
"Oh, Iris... come out come out wherever you are..." Erik singsonged as he reached ( ... )
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She emerged into view at his side, her gaze fixed firmly on him. The Shadow King had helped her prepare for this moment, helped her defeat her fear and embrace the ruthlessness she needed to thrive in battle. But that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.
"Erik, darling, so good to see you," she called with a smirk. "Still hiding behind that shield like a little girl, I see."
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Alone, he saw. No doubt she had others with her, but perhaps they'd been sent ahead, or were still behind.
No matter.
"Likewise, my dear Iris, it's been too long!" He called back, giving her a very mock bow with a flourish.
"Still prostituting yourself to the Shadow King, I see. Charles would be so disappointed in you."
Charles Xavier, their Charles, the man who had formed the X-Men with him, the man who's body had been utterly possessed by the entity known as the Shadow King and was likely no more... that Charles Xavier who'd been her friend at Oxford, her sometimes lover... he'd have fucking wept to see her so lowered down in the dirt with the other animals.
"You know Charles always wanted you with us, Iris... but I imagine it's a little too late for you, isn't it."
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Oh yes, she'd said it. The Charles she had known may not exist anymore, but he had become so much more in the Shadow King. It was why she had followed him, why she was standing here ready to tear apart a once-friend for him. He demanded her loyalty, and she gave it without question.
"Why don't you come give us a hug," she taunted, silently amassing a ball of gamma rays around her fists. "For old times sake."
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The Iris he'd known, the sweet (to her friends at least) strong determined young woman who wanted so much to fight for mutant rights with he and Charles had become some animal, some lowly excuse for a mutant, turned mad by power and the Shadow King's influence.
It was a pity to see her like this. Erik had always counted her a friend before that tragic time.
She'd been one of Raven's best friends, he remembered.
"Oh you'd like a hug would you? Time was, i'd have given you a lot more than that if you'd asked nicely. But as it stands, my dear, i'm quite busy, so that'll have to suffice."He flung his hand out at her, one of the many strings of barbed wire he'd had some of the younger students lay out surrounding the mansion as a sort of perimeter, and that he'd earlier forced a few centimetres down into the ground to hide it flying up from the earth and at her, yards and yards of it suddenly airborne just metres from her and readying to wrap ( ... )
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It was embarrassing, really, how easy it was.
"Erik, you've gone soft on me," she chuckled, one hand hovering over one of the knives strapped to her thigh. "Why don't you show me you're still a man."
She wasn't fool enough to rush him, not when he still kept himself surrounded by protective energy. Her only hope was to coax him into close quarters, get him to drop his guard. All she wanted was one good shot, enough to give him a slow, painful death as punishment for turning his back on Charles.
"You should have followed him," she yelled. "He would have made you ten times the man you think are."
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He was ascertaining her threat level before he got too close.
In truth he'd never really intended to end this with Iris trussed up like a Christmas Turkey in barbed wire with all the trimmings... she deserved more than such a simple impersonal death.
They'd been friends once.
And there, strapped to her thighs, were knives. Not metal, he could feel that. Ceramic, perhaps. She'd never been one of the stupid ones.
"It's called chivalry, my dear... giving a lady a fighting chance. You know me - ever the traditionalist."
And no matter how much she'd developed, how much stronger she was now, he knew in close quarters he'd still snap her like a twig. She might have grown, but so had he, and few could best him hand to hand.
"And you should have stayed with me! As Charles would have wanted! You betrayed him, Iris... ( ... )
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Nobody at the mansion had believed her capable of defending herself, of doing more than watching the sky. It wasn't until the Shadow King had opened her mind to all the possibilities her mutation had granted her - not just to see the spectrum, but control it - that she had understood just how little they thought of her before ( ... )
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Erik was many things, had done so much in his life, killed so many, was feared and loved in equal measure.
But he'd never one been like her.
He would never kill - irradiate - a house full of quivering children hiding under their beds, too young to even defend themselves, fearful for the very existence.
He'd never do something so disgustingly horrifically wrongHis fight was for the safety of those children, for all the mutant children out there in the world ( ... )
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"At least I'm not hiding behind some silly forcefield," she called back. "Come now, Erik. Surely you're fast enough to stop little old me."
Let him come to her, she was ready. She'd cut him, burn him, whatever it took to make him suffer. Even if that voice was growing more insistent, telling her that this was wrong, that this wasn't the way. She built up her mental walls further, shutting the voice out so that she could keep her focus on him. Her body coiled, every muscle tight and ready.
She would end him, even if it killed her.
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So forgive me if I keep it up."
But he could still fight well enough with it up. That wouldn't stop him from hurting her.
He marched down the grass and towards her, drawing the sword strapped to his back.
"I miss you, Iris, if there's anything left of her inside you."
He told her, as he advanced upon her, sword drawn.
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"I would never be so rude to you, Erik," she chided, hands pulling knives from their sheaths. "Not after all we've been through."
She walked slowly toward his advance at first, before picking up into a light run, aiming to meet him halfway. Shield be damned, she would find a way to drive her knife home. And then she would silence that voice, once and for all.
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