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Post by Wolfsbane on Jul 8, 2009 1:34:33 GMT -5
Rahne opened her eyes, darkness surrounded him. It was cold, wet and sticky wherever she sat. She hadn't known where she was, but knew immediately, she had to get out. And now. Trying to wake up fully, Rahne fumbled with whatever kept her hands bound together. Her attempts failed miserably. She sat there, smelling the thick smoke of what seemed to be some sort of a gas chamber--maybe even a fire. "What the..." Rahne grunted to herself and closed her eyes, due to the smoke burning them. She grunted and groaned as she tried to free himself yet again, but her second attempt failed. She coughed and felt rather dizzy. "I can't go down like this," Rahne told herself as she rested her head back on a metal bar.
Darkness engulfed her.
TAG: Anyone
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Jul 9, 2009 2:32:24 GMT -5
The abandoned prison...surely would had its doors, not only locked, but chained and locked again. Sadly, such restraints held no resistance to chaotic magic...for the chains just snapped in two and dropped on the ground.
The doors opened, as if they did so on its own, as a woman in a red gypsy dress casually entered. Nothing greeted her but dusty darkness and silence...unless the echoes of the doors counted as noise. Such a being unfitting for a drearily environment, yes, but not unless one such as her had intentions...magical intentions. She hoped to practice her powers by communicating with the spirits.
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Post by Wolfsbane on Jul 14, 2009 22:48:31 GMT -5
Blinking, Rahne felt herself come to. Slowly, she opened her eyes and realized she had been rescued---or at least she hoped she had been, and that it wasn’t all a dream. “Where am I?” She asked. Her throat hurt too much to talk, but she only forced herself. She winced in pain as she tried to form some saliva in her mouth—hoping it wouldn’t ache as much when moist. Attempt: Failed. And miserably at that.
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Jul 15, 2009 12:43:58 GMT -5
"Hm?"
The woman spotted smoke lifting out of a room down the hall, along with faint voices inside. The smell of gas lifted in the air around her; surprised the gas mains work around here. Curious about the voices, the gypsy woman marched, waving her hand before her face.
The smoke parted away from her path as if the wind blew by.
A lovely young girl lied on the ground beside her, asking her location with such a weak voice. However, hesitation crossed the woman's mind when she identified the girl. She remember this child from the X-Men, her father's rival organization. Their enemies.
"Hmph!" lifting her nose, the woman turned to face the door behind her. She couldn't help an enemy, could she?
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Post by Wolfsbane on Jul 15, 2009 13:59:08 GMT -5
Holding her head up as high as she could, Rahne noticed the woman in the room. Her vision was blurred, but she managed. “Please,” she coughed and winced in pain. “Please help me.”
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Post by Scarlet Witch on Jul 17, 2009 21:47:35 GMT -5
The severe weak tone of the girl's voice...it just cried with death coming through her. But...she just wasn't sure if saving an X-Man would be what he father would've done...
...or would be what...Kurt...This X-Man is obviously a friend of his, so...
...No! No, she can't act just for his sake, but her father's...yes, her father's goal was to help mutants, and this X-Man is a mutant.
With two of her fingers held together, the woman waved them away, and the smoke followed their lead. Just with her finger tips could she manipulate the chances of the smoke flowing away from the fallen mutant. Then, after pushing the girl on her back, shoveling her hands under the girl's back and neck and scooped her up.
Soon, the red-clad woman hurried out of the prison before...
BOOM!!!
Before an explosion erupted out of the roof.
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Post by Meltdown on Jul 22, 2009 19:03:55 GMT -5
The young girl knew better than to make so much noise, but she couldn't help herself. Looking at the night sky she thought some firewords would spice it up. Sprawling out her little bombs she stood on the opposite side of the roof as she plugged her ears and let the explosives begin.
With a smile to the short haired blonde she flung her rope down the hole and slid down it like a true rock climber.
Looking down at the two women she looked around more for people coming their way. Landing on her booted feet she unhooked herself and walked over to ladies with a smile. "Hey there red. Who's the chic?" Squatting down beside her and looking at the exhausted mutant.
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