Sep 03, 2009 22:09
Characters: ANYONE on board the U.S.S. Threshold
Content: What happens on the Threshold with characters waking up.
Location: U.S.S. Threshold
Time of day: All Day
Warnings: Assume violence and swearing
Notes: Treat this thread as party-style, with new subthreads for new cells or events.
PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE RULES AND GUIDELINES!
pietro maximoff (quicksilver),
inara serra,
minako aino,
roy mustang,
harry dresden,
boriane daermon,
daine sarrasri,
kang,
agent spin,
kazuma kuwabara,
kida,
zoe washburne,
aerith gainsborough,
evangeline a.k. mcdowell,
starfire,
kidagakash,
laharl,
riku,
freudia neuwahl,
cloud strife (kh),
demyx,
tenth doctor,
yellow,
rinoa heartilly,
doctor angelicus,
celes chere,
jean havoc,
hotsuma oboro,
tasslehoff burrfoot,
daisukenojo "beat" bito,
sora,
dr. horrible,
endgame
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Evangeline growled, "Sick fucks messing with us like this, think a tiny little cell will hold me!?" She swung her arm out, magical energy extending like a blade from her hand. As her blade struck the door it turned to gas, the temperature of the room plummeting as parts of the door seemed to just cease to be.
As the tiny remnants of the door crashed to the ground Evangeline dropped a little and heaved a breath. "So... where to now? Whose next?" Hopefully between her yelling, the temperature, and destroying the door, the useless group in her room would wake up.
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But he got over his sudden shock quickly. He wasn't going to be a scared little kid. And he didn't need to know what was going on to know he was going to have to fight. There was a look of determination in his eyes in his years that seemed much older than his 10 years.
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She hung back and waited quietly for further developments.
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"Stay, leave, go help others, don't care. Stay out of my way." Evangeline was not a follower of the light. She followed the Darkness. This meant, right now, she was a creature that wanted her space and to be alone. She had things to do, people to eat. You know, the usual way of things.
She picked a direction and started moving. As soon as she found something she might work with others. Until then, she was quite hungry.
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The ice princess had woken up in a cot; though it had only been a few minutes, she had already started using her time wisely. Assessing the situation. Disorientation was to be expected, but her mind needed to stay sharp. Tagruato had, locked in the recesses of what must have been some sort of ship, a dangerous general. Her powers may have been diminished, but her mind was untouchable.
A girl, not much younger than she. A street punk. And what must only have been a warrior. These would be her soldiers.
"Wake up," she barked.
Death would not claim them easily.
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Cloud awoke with a start and slowly sat up, Aerith wasn't there, of course.
He had expected to be dead, but he wasn't. He was in a cell with three unfamilliar people. "Who are you?" he asked the woman who was already awake.
They had made a mistake, keeping him and everyone alive. But before he got his revenge, Cloud had to do one thing.
Find Aerith.
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Lowering her hand, she glanced at her arm (oddly much more sore than the other) and noticed something amiss. "We're still alive?" she whispered, after inspecting the wound. She pressed her opposite hand to the sore spot... (Had they been injected with something? Shit....)
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"BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Beat screamed at the top of his lungs, bolting upright in bed and leaping to his feet instantly.
"WHAT THE HELL'S GOIN' ON!? WHERE THE HELL'RE WE!? PHONES! SHIKI! Rhyme- RHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYME! YOU SONS'A BITCHES THINKIN' YOU GONNA KEEP ME DOWN HERE WELL LIKE HELL YA ARE YOU FUCKIN' BASTARDS! YOU TOUCH MY SISTER OR MY FRIENDS AN' I'MA PUNCH YOU SO HARD YOUR TEETH FALL OUT YOUR EARS YOU HEAR ME?! YOU MESS WIT' THE BEATWAGON, YOU GET RUN OVER, YOU GOT IT?!"
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After all, once you almost died on an aircraft carrier, you tended to remember what they looked like. Well, Harry supposed it could have been a different class of ship, but based on what Spin had told him, the Slushholes had their own aircraft carrier. They'd taken his weapons away, but he could still feel some of his magic.
He'd wait for the others to stir, and then they were getting the hell out of here.
Harry did not like the look of the injection wound on his leg.
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His upper left arm hurt, too, and looking at it, he could see the mark of a needle. Great. It was probably the virus, considering they'd snatched the healers before anybody else. They weren't taking any more chances.
Surprisingly, he knew two of the others in the room, one of which was already awake. Havoc and a woman, the only one he didn't, were both still out. Looking at Harry, he rubbed at his arm, "How long have you been awake?"
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"Hell of a party..." he grumbled, pushing himself up with one arm. He reached over and slid his legs over the edge, and pushed himself up the rest of the way. He gripped the edge of the cot to support himself. "Feel like I missed it. Hey, Harry, Kang." Looks like the last one to wake up was a cute girl.
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Sliding off the bed, making sure to favor the leg they'd injected whatever poison into, Harry raised three fingers. "First, they left me my duster. My bullet proof duster. Two, they tried to lock a wizard away with an electronic lock. And three," Harry grinned savagely, "they took my family, then didn't kill us when they had the chance."
Glancing over at Havoc, he said, "Yeah, but the beer wasn't very good, and the strippers were discount. You didn't miss much. Welcome back."
Glancing back over at Kang, Harry said, "Me being in here was probably enough to take out any surveillance gear they might have, but I haven't blown the lock yet. I imagine there's guards out there, and we should have a plan before we make our move."
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A few more blinks. Focus. He was here, and there were people--a woman, a girl, and, uh... wow, that was Goofy. He'd seen the Disney character around but it was still sort of surreal, being--okay now was not the time. Spin groaned, and pushed himself up. His joints gave a familiar protest, the creaking and resistance to movement--but intensified.
He remembered feeling like this. His arm throbbed, and he clutched at it, but that did rather the opposite of help; Spin sucked in a breath, and rolled up his sleeve. A mark stood out clear. There was a numb moment, before it processed. They'd taken out the middle man.
"Wake up," he murmured, shaky but set. Agent Spin knelt to gently try and nudge the others to life. "Our life is calling."
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It didn't surprise her, but what surprised her was her medical kit missing from her belt.
"They took my medical supplies," she murmured, frowning a little, her eyes drifting over the small aching prick on her arm. She examined it a little more closely, and frowned. "And injected us with something." She didn't have to think too hard to guess what it was. She looked around at the other inhabitants, her brow furrowed.
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A moment later from under the blanket came a muffled, "Sorry bout that, hyuck. Guess I got a little startled."
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"It's too early to be this panicked, tell life to call back."
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She had woken up only minutes before, using that time to quickly gather her wits and take note of the other occupants in the room. Two men and a little girl. The latter made her angry, even more so when she realized that the sore area on her arm had the telltale mark of an injection.
Those bastards.
Her only outward show of emotion was a small frown as she slowly got to her feet and headed towards the door, pressing against it to test its weight. No luck. It didn't give. She then turned back towards the other occupants in the room - they needed to get out of here and they needed to get out now.
She went over to one of the men and gently but firmly began to shake him awake.
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The feeling of sickness that she had experience only a week or so ago was back too. Crabs? No, she couldn't find a bite, just a sore spot on her arm, just enough to tell her she had been experimented on again.
Well, seeing as she wasn't alone in her cell, not only her. "I guess... I guess the crabs weren't enough for them in the end," she muttered, still half asleep. Even they, who had been made only for that purpose, seemed to have been deemed useless... Was she feeling sorry for the crabs? You bet she was.
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She stopped that train of thought, and shook her head in response to Billy's question. "No idea. But-" at this she nodded at the door, "looks like we have a lock to mess with."
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