The GIANT-SIZE Traitor Game: War Of The Exiles!

[TheWriterOfStories]

Noticing Hawklord's stagger, Kraven drew his knives and leaped for Hawklord's throat, a primal roar of fury exiting his throat, aiming to cut through Hawklord's throat to the bone, and then sheath a knife and plant his feet on his shoulders, stick a knife through his head, and jump off, gripping the sides. If successful, he'd have Hawklord's head in his hands, with a mangled headless corpse to remember him by.

EDIT: OOC: Unless I'm being a newb and it's just Novus now?

[Jeremi]

The vines and leaves of the garment crawl up his arm, across his body, and over his uniform.

Red Skull feels its power... his power grow... No. An otherworldly cold. It's attempting to consume him into the Darkforce Dimension.

Kale's body hovers, the vacant look of death on her face. She dangles like a puppet, held up by the cloak itself at the collar.

Red Skull fell to his knees, his avarice and arrogance gotten the best of him. "Magic." He scoffed silently to himself. Even in death the Kale woman would get her vengeance. The ethereal cold made it hard for him to move but he would not give this thing the pleasure in defeating him and he slowly got back to his. "I..." He'd however stumble and fall down again. "Will..." Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth he'd back to his knees. "Not..." However the cloak was too powerful and he couldn't get up further. "Fall!"

[Superheroic]

No sooner had we completed the mission to 'save' Mr. Immortal then we find ourselves up against Weapon X once again.

I find a quiet spot to lay in wait.

It's not long.

There's something no one knows about my Sais. They're old.

Very old.

Forged by the Hand hundreds of years ago. Some say be the hand of the Beast itself.

They are powerful. Each death caused by them changes them. Makes them stronger.

The emotion behind the kill affects them too.

Run of the mill deaths; killing for money, killing for pleasure; don't really do much.

But get some real emotion behind the death...

Love.

Hate.

Revenge.

Now you're talking.

They were once Elektra's, an ex-Hand ninja. Also my girlfriend.

She was killed by them by another assassin, Bullseye.

He was killed by them by another assassin...

...me.

Then there was the whole Mephisto fiasco.

Needless to say, these Sais are powerful.

There isn't anything I've so much as scratched with them that survives.

It may take a few days...which is worse then just killing outright. You could ask Tombstone but he died screaming in a pool of his own filth.

So I lay in wait and then get my opening.

Novus attacks Thunderstrike and I bolt from my hiding spot.



And drive my Sais deep into his back.

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OOC: VOTE FOR COWBOY JACK!
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[Indigo Al]

Logan, holding his neck, tried coughing and felt himself stumble backk. He gripped around for what should be his trachea, and found it

or what was it

yeah, this was gonna be a bit longer than he thought he felt as he stumbled back against the wall, next to Night Nurse and Yuriko

he gave the two a weak smile before he slumped down, coughing up blood in spurts, which Night Nurse would see is due to his trachea slowly regenerating, and not in the most pain free way
Shit, even Capt Majestic didn't punch me that hard, no good to anybody like this he thought as he started to lose consciousness, coughing up the blood

I had time to recover from Novus's brutal energy blast. I wasn't without a healing factor of my own, though nowhere near Wolverine's level. I looked at the gruesome mess of Logan, who stumbled over to me. There was little I could do that his healing factor wouldn't, except for one thing.

"Look into my eyes, Logan....look...look...rest...you don't feel the pain...you don't feel the pain...sleep until you're healed..." the one way my vampiric condition aided my career - my mesmerism served as a drug-free aneasthetic...

I tended to the Weapon Xer who had been Logan's lover. Like I said, I pledged to help those in need - even if they were vicious, overly powerful and trying to kill me.

OOC: Supes, unless I'm mistaken, this is a non-voting round.

[Cthulhudrew]

"Let's see if you can take--"

A blast of energy so focused and precise, it kayoed Moonstone at her most dense. But how would Asgardian density compare?

The gravimetric pulse threw Thunderball back with brutal force, even cracking godlike bone. The pseudo-Asgardian was dazed as he stumbled to his feet, but he noticed, dimly, the figure of Diredevil stalking behind Novus.

"Gonna... have to do... better than that... KID!"

Whirling his mace in front of him as a deflective barrier, he steadily advanced upon the Centurion, trying to draw his attention, distract him from his ally.

[michalecs]

"I'm just saying... biiiiig planet. Nobody'd probably know we were missing if we gallivanted for a few minutes."

The nanites comply, but work slowly due to an unfamiliarity with the FrostTech. Morph crouches over the disabled Cyborg and taps his head. No response.

"He's still breathing. But you don't think that's really it? I mean, I thought this guy was s'posed to be heir to the super-powerful space-god Thanos stole his shtick from."

"JARVIS, run the Watchdog program on Cyborg here. If he so much as twitches an electron I want to know. And Morph, now is definitely not the time for gallivanting, despite my gratitude. Once I have enough systems repaired I'll do more but for now..." She reaches out her mind to the remaining Mother Boxes, now with no orders hopefully due to their 'master' being unconscious. This time not trying to take them over, but liberate them and return their command functions back to the entities that once possessed them.

[Chris Lang]

The nanites comply, but work slowly due to an unfamiliarity with the FrostTech. Morph crouches over the disabled Cyborg and taps his head. No response.

"He's still breathing. But you don't think that's really it? I mean, I thought this guy was s'posed to be heir to the super-powerful space-god Thanos stole his shtick from."

"I would be cautious." Irene said. "I cannot be sure if the Cyborg is truly out of this or not."

"JARVIS, run the Watchdog program on Cyborg here. If he so much as twitches an electron I want to know. And Morph, now is definitely not the time for gallivanting, despite my gratitude. Once I have enough systems repaired I'll do more but for now..." She reaches out her mind to the remaining Mother Boxes, now with no orders hopefully due to their 'master' being unconscious. This time not trying to take them over, but liberate them and return their command functions back to the entities that once possessed them.

Irene nodded. "All good ideas. My power, alas, is being vague right now. Otherwise, I could have been of more assistance in this manner, and warned you if I was told he might rise up again any minute."

"For now, I must assist this 'Night Nurse' in tending to the wounded."

Irene paused. "I must say that Night Nurse is a good addition to this team. This team was in need of a medic or a healer, and she also has some offensive capabilities."

[michalecs]

"I would be cautious." Irene said. "I cannot be sure if the Cyborg is truly out of this or not."



Irene nodded. "All good ideas. My power, alas, is being vague right now. Otherwise, I could have been of more assistance in this manner, and warned you if I was told he might rise up again any minute."

"For now, I must assist this 'Night Nurse' in tending to the wounded."

Irene paused. "I must say that Night Nurse is a good addition to this team. This team was in need of a medic or a healer, and she also has some offensive capabilities."

"I'm inclined to agree. A lot of us are going to need some serious patching up after this. Why don't you see what's going on with skullface over there? I'm not repaired enough yet to get back into the thick of it and I'm going to make sure tall dark and broody here doesn't get up for another round." Emma suggested.

[Froggy]

As Logan went to sleep, he thought about things

life

love

pain, now there is a sensation he knew all too well. He slept slumped over, hands out as he let go of his neck, looking up at the sky, or well he would have had he been conscious

[Deadpooligan]

Noticing Hawklord's stagger, Kraven drew his knives and leaped for Hawklord's throat, a primal roar of fury exiting his throat, aiming to cut through Hawklord's throat to the bone, and then sheath a knife and plant his feet on his shoulders, stick a knife through his head, and jump off, gripping the sides. If successful, he'd have Hawklord's head in his hands, with a mangled headless corpse to remember him by.

His arrogance would be his undoing. Even while weakened, Hawklord possessed incalculable strength-- the dagger, despite the piercing power of refined vibranium, had not the strength behind it to break the skin.

"KATAAAAAR! KATAR! KATAR! KAAAAATAR!"

The Thanagarian warlord palmed Kraven's head like a basketball, slamming him to the ground with incredible speed. He barreled through his band of attackers, holding his mace lengthwise and trying to strangle Thunderbird with it.

Red Skull fell to his knees, his avarice and arrogance gotten the best of him. "Magic." He scoffed silently to himself. Even in death the Kale woman would get her vengeance. The ethereal cold made it hard for him to move but he would not give this thing the pleasure in defeating him and he slowly got back to his. "I..." He'd however stumble and fall down again. "Will..." Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth he'd back to his knees. "Not..." However the cloak was too powerful and he couldn't get up further. "Fall!"

Nocturne fires hex bolts at Kale. They impact her body, but she doesn't react.

"Blink! On your six!"

The teleporter throws a dagger behind her, hitting the Red Skull. He's teleported out of the cloak's grasp.

Kale's body is carried in the direction of Novus by her living cape. It has become disinterested in the aging fascist and his fighting companions.

The gravimetric pulse threw Thunderball back with brutal force, even cracking godlike bone. The pseudo-Asgardian was dazed as he stumbled to his feet, but he noticed, dimly, the figure of Diredevil stalking behind Novus.

"Gonna... have to do... better than that... KID!"

Whirling his mace in front of him as a deflective barrier, he steadily advanced upon the Centurion, trying to draw his attention, distract him from his ally.

"I'm not a--"

A realization. Thunderball's stopped fighting. It's a surprise attack.

Needless to say, these Sais are powerful. There isn't anything I've so much as scratched with them that survives.

It may take a few days...which is worse then just killing outright. So I lay in wait and then get my opening.

Novus attacks Thunderstrike and I bolt from my hiding spot. And drive my Sais deep into his back.

He turns around, anticipating the ambush. Things seems to move in slow motion-- a backhanded punch is thrown, Diredevil's already made his move.

The Centurion takes one sai to the back. The other scratches across his helmet and right eye-lens. Novus' fist delivers a tenderizing impact to the vigilante's side.

Novus retreats into in the air. Too many of them to fight on the ground.

"...Worldmind... divert 25% Nova Force to self-repair function, right shoulder... Worldmind... respond..."

"JARVIS, run the Watchdog program on Cyborg here. If he so much as twitches an electron I want to know. And Morph, now is definitely not the time for gallivanting, despite my gratitude. Once I have enough systems repaired I'll do more but for now..." She reaches out her mind to the remaining Mother Boxes, now with no orders hopefully due to their 'master' being unconscious. This time not trying to take them over, but liberate them and return their command functions back to the entities that once possessed them.

"Miss Frost. I cannot detect a signal from the Mother Boxes-s at-attached t-t-to Cy---*kzzzt*"

JARVIS is deactivated. That's when a sharp pain runs across Emma's skin. The nanites. They're parasitic, like leeches. Insect sized robots feeding off organic matter to rebuild the machine aspect. She'd have to get rid of them.

But that's when she hears the Mother Boxes start to sing. Their consciousnesses have been purged. They chant a single mission over and over.

01100100 0110 PING-PING-PING 1001 01100101
01100110 0110 PING-PING-PING 1111 01110010
01100100 01100001 PING-PING-PING 01110010 01101011
01110011 01100101 PING-PING-PING 01101001 01100100

Cyborg stands up slowly, like a zombie. An arc of what appears to be... mystical runes... or a burning equation circles around his head.

Morph doesn't see the laser blast coming as it hits him from behind.

"Die... DIE... for DARKSEID...!"

I tended to the Weapon Xer who had been Logan's lover. Like I said, I pledged to help those in need - even if they were vicious, overly powerful and trying to kill me.

As Night Nurse reaches over to help her, Omega Deathstrike awakens and grabs her at the wrist, shaking.

"Please. Before the... mental conditioning returns... you have to kill me.

I... cannot perform the ritual myself."

[Chris Lang]

JARVIS is deactivated. That's when a sharp pain runs across Emma's skin. The nanites. They're parasitic, like leeches. Insect sized robots feeding off organic matter to rebuild the machine aspect. She'd have to get rid of them.

But that's when she hears the Mother Boxes start to sing. Their consciousnesses have been purged. They chant a single mission over and over.

01100100 0110 PING-PING-PING 1001 01100101
01100110 0110 PING-PING-PING 1111 01110010
01100100 01100001 PING-PING-PING 01110010 01101011
01110011 01100101 PING-PING-PING 01101001 01100100

Cyborg stands up slowly, like a zombie. An arc of what appears to be... mystical runes... or a burning equation circles around his head.

Morph doesn't see the laser blast coming as it hits him from behind.

"Die... DIE... for DARKSEID...!"

Irene, on the other hand, did see the blast coming and dived out of the way.

"Darkseid? Darkseid has nothing to do with this." Irene said to the Cyborg. "You are here because of a being called Thanos. It is likely Darkseid does not know anything about this conflict."

[Jeremi]

[SIZE=2]Nocturne fires hex bolts at Kale. They impact her body, but she doesn't react.

"Blink! On your six!"

The teleporter throws a dagger behind her, hitting the Red Skull. He's teleported out of the cloak's grasp.

Red Skull rose on shaky legs and eyed his rescuers. "While I did not ask for your help..." He'd fix the collar on his costume. "Danke."

[TheWriterOfStories]

"Ugh..." Kraven was seeing red and doubles, getting up and shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, but to no avail. Well now he was discombobulated, but he had the sense to try what had worked in the past: he'd try to aim an arm for each of the Hawklords, then fire the taser on both of his hands.

Eventually the confuzzlement would clear, but not any time within the few moments he was trying to tase Hawklord.

[Indigo Al]

"For now, I must assist this 'Night Nurse' in tending to the wounded."

Irene paused. "I must say that Night Nurse is a good addition to this team. This team was in need of a medic or a healer, and she also has some offensive capabilities."

"Well thanks, but in this barren rock of a planet? There's little I can do to help without equipment." I tear off a large chunk of my cloak and hand it to Destiny. What's left of my cloak regenerates "Here. Enchanted unstable molecules, a gift from Agatha Harkness. You'll be able to make as many bandages and makeshift casts as we'll need."

"I'm inclined to agree. A lot of us are going to need some serious patching up after this. Why don't you see what's going on with skullface over there? I'm not repaired enough yet to get back into the thick of it and I'm going to make sure tall dark and broody here doesn't get up for another round." Emma suggested.

I nodded, and then I smacked my forehead in realization. "Ms. Frost! Can your armor tech provide needle, surgical thread and antiseptics?"

While I awaited Frost's answer I moved, stumbling awkwardly, still dealing with the pain of Novus's energy beam. I approached the woman, Yuriko. I was going to attempt to use those insane robotic coils to bind her, should she wake up and decide to attack anew. I knelt down, and attempted again to take a pulse, as if her crazy physiognomy would even have normal human vital signs...but then, as my hand reached for her neck....

As Night Nurse reaches over to help her, Omega Deathstrike awakens and grabs her at the wrist, shaking.

"Please. Before the... mental conditioning returns... you have to kill me.

I... cannot perform the ritual myself."

"HHHHH" My living undead heart skipped several beats. It was like that movie with the telekinetic prom queen. When I composed myself, her request sank in.




"No - no, I can't! You can't ask me to make that choice!"

That wasn't exactly true. It was a choice I'd had to make before - back in my own reality...

In Citrusville, Florida, Topaz easily got past The Man-Thing. There was very little new of fear that the muck encrusted swamp creature could show her, these days. Behind her trailed Talisman and Sister Grimm, each of them holding the battered, bruised body of Domini, Bride of Dracula.

“At Cyttorak’s command, reveal now” she incantated in a hushed whisper. Soon, an old colonial mansion appeared before her from the haze of the Swamp, a mansion that existed between dimensions. Two figures awaited her.

“Jericho…I didn’t know where else to go...they killed Jack,” Topaz collapsed into Brother Voodoo’s arms and began sobbing uncontrollably. Brother Voodoo held her tightly. Agatha Harkness stood behind, looking down at the floor in sorrow.

[Deadpooligan]

Red Skull rose on shaky legs and eyed his rescuers. "While I did not ask for your help..." He'd fix the collar on his costume. "Danke."

Nocturne folded her arms. If it was really up to her, she wouldn't have minded seeing him get devoured.

"Yeah... well... you're lucky we Exiles have to look out for each other no matter what. Even if you're almost literally the worst person ever born, you are here to help..."

Irene, on the other hand, did see the blast coming and dived out of the way.

"Darkseid? Darkseid has nothing to do with this." Irene said to the Cyborg. "You are here because of a being called Thanos. It is likely Darkseid does not know anything about this conflict."

"Thanos is insignificant! All that matters is ANTI-LIFE!

ANTI-LIFE justifies my hatred!"

Crazed, blind, and partly crippled, Cyborg manages to fire his arm cannon again.

"Ugh..." Kraven was seeing red and doubles, getting up and shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, but to no avail. Well now he was discombobulated, but he had the sense to try what had worked in the past: he'd try to aim an arm for each of the Hawklords, then fire the taser on both of his hands.

Eventually the confuzzlement would clear, but not any time within the few moments he was trying to tase Hawklord.

The same attack had cause him great strain earlier. Now, it would not-- it was absorbed into the mass of his opponent, Thunderbird. Hawklord attacks even in grapple-- he raises his wing and brings it down quickly, attempting to bisect the King of Wakanda.

"HHHHH" My living undead heart skipped several beats. It was like that movie with the telekinetic prom queen. When I composed myself, her request sank in. "No - no, I can't! You can't ask me to make that choice!"

A careful glance would show that Omega Deathstrike had completely recovered from her fight. She could go on to eviscerate those around her... if only she wanted to.

"I have suffered long enough-- my humanity was taken along with my child many years ago. The machinery of my body would make the act no less killing than turning off a light. Thanos has done things to our minds to assert his will-- I do not deserve your mercy or pity... but perhaps another does. You have seen Novus this day-- he is sick. A decent man conflicted within, corrupted by the Merk and the Titan, turned from honorable champion to murderer. Something good in him remains, he is not as far gone as we are-- Kale, in her odd clarity, believed he could be saved.

Wishful thought for redemption is lost to me at the end-- I know I have killed many, and in death I will be judged for the sins I have committed."

The assassin pauses, considering her request again.

"As your humbled opponent, I require a second to aid me in committing seppuku. I understand if you have not the strength of will because of your duty... however..."

Her hand clasps Logan's, the parallel to her lover is still sleeping and recovering.

"...he slumbers, serenely. My koibi should perform it, and he would without question... though my preference is that my death does not linger on his conscience."