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15 October 2008 @ 09:36 am
[OPEN THREAD] WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON. (ACTIVE)  

The boat loomed over the crest of the horizon, speeding forward across the harbour. Julian frowned, speeding faster, more urgently towards it, kicking up a mist over the water as he passed. Carrion fog followed the grim vessel, living things dropping from the sky if they drew too close. Julian steeled himself, strengthening his shield.

The professor had said Kevin was more dangerous than ever. Julian was determined to take him down.

He slowed as he came upon it, close enough to smell the noxious odor of death, to see the floating fish nipping at the large hulls. He steeled his jaw as he flew up into an arc, just enough to spot Kevin. At first he didn't know it was the boy he had grown up with, the man who had altered space, time, and ended Ali's death.

He was standing, immobile, gaunt, pale face to the wind. His clothes were tattered, the cloak on his shoulders nearly falling to pieces. And his eyes were closed, his palms feeling the wet cool air, offered to the sky in what looked like supplication.

But Julian knew it was hunger. He gritted his teeth, feeling the power of his shields--both shields, each wrapping around him, one skin-tight and the other encasing him--strengthen yet again.

He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was going to stop it. And with that, he dove down, fist aimed for Kevin's head.

The first hit took him off guard, and Julian would not get so lucky again. Kevin went down hard, crumpling to the deck, groaning for a moment on hands and knees before glancing up at Julian circling back around for a second blow.

Rising slowly to his feet, Kevin's eyes darkened, fixing on Julian. The fog that hovered above them descended, engulfing them in pitch, the only illumination the glow of Julian's shield. He realized that it was not mere clouds, but swarms of insects, that he cut through as he neared Wither.

Julian ignored the flare of fear raising in him, that immediate flash of self-preservation that shot through him stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Something was very wrong. But he fell forward anyway, with all he had, but this time he did not meet his mark.

Kevin was laughing, his hands outstretched, reaching up to receive Julian's attack. Bare fingers reached out to brush the surface of Julian's shield, and the telekinetic felt a sudden, oppressive feeling against his outer shield, as if billions, perhaps trillions of invisible organisms were burrowing through it, tearing it apart; as if it were simply rotting away.

"...How?" Julian's shocked whisper escaped him before he realized, and Kevin suddenly gripped his shoulders, trying to penetrate Julian second, skintight shield.

Kevin's smile was cold, amused. "I have transcended." His grip tightened; Julian felt his shield waver, like it might give way. "Soon, you shall, too."

Julian steeled his mind, reaching up to throw Kevin's hands from his person, throwing the other man into the bow of the ship with a powerful cyan blast.

He stumbled back, just a few steps, swiping impatiently at the thick buzzing air. The blue of his shield wavered as he pushed it back up. He couldn't hear anything, anything but ominous hum of insects and his own heart. "You won't mind if I take you down a notch, then," he shot back.

Kevin was laughing then, a maniacal boom of amusement that chilled Julian's very bones. He rose to his feet, slowly, carefully. Julian didn't wait; he let it go. The blast was deafening, exploding out in a radius that made the boat's metal whine and bend, pushed the insects and noxious atmosphere out, away; he could almost breathe.

Kevin's laughter ceased, growing serious. "You think that you can stand against me, mutant?"

His hands stretched out beside him, swarms returning double, vermin crawling across the decks of the ship toward him, heeding his call. Now, not only insects, but birds blotted out the sun, fish floundered against the hull. The multitudes combined, not so dense that they swarmed Julian or prevented vision now, but instead forming a dome around the ship, encasing the two men, alone, at the helm.

"Watch me," he growled softly, although his eyes widened and darted around the swarm surrounding them. His pupils and whites glowed, turned an electric blue that wisped with power. Another two blasts formed in his waiting palms, and he shielded himself again, jaw locked.

Kevin took a step forward, a shadow growing around him, shaking his head. He raised his hands, the thick cloud of disease dense, menacing as he advanced upon his foe. Each step he took, Julian felt the pressure of his shield, he fought to keep his concentration, to force the shields to hold.

His voice was resonant, deep thunder in the din. He commanded all microscopic organisms, the harbingers of disease, the precursors for living decay. "Kneel before the First Horseman of Apocalypse and accept your fate willingly..." Julian could feel the deadly swarm begin to penetrate his outer shield, "or you will know the true power of Pestilence."

"I... don't know... what the fuck you're on, Kev..." He forced out, his breath heaving against the weight, the effort. He pushed, he pushed his shield up, but nothing relented and the fear that had plagued him before clamored into his heart. This isn't it, he thought, surprisingly serene. This isn't the way it ends. "...but I don't think I want any."

He could smell it, not quite death but something close, maybe worse, as Kevin penetrated his shields completely, his body convulsing, rejecting the putrid stench. He felt it, the disease, as it surrounded him, permeated him, he could see his flesh begin to change--gangrenous decay spreading rapidly, pustulant, the sweetrot smell of gaseous necrosis made him want to puke. Vomit sprayed across the deck at Kevin's feet.

"You cannot fight me, now, Hellion." Kevin bent, producing a syringe of a strange blue liquid, uncapping it with careful fingers before slamming the needle deep into Julian's neck. He depressed the plunger slowly, serum flooding Julian's jugular vein. "Welcome to hell."

He was burning.

Paralyzed in torture.

The sky above him was black, clotted with the reek of death and violence. With chaos.

He did not feel the ground as it met his knees, jarred into his joints like needles stabbing up into his bones. Liquid fire raced through his veins, twitching his fingers, soaking living cells. He gasped, writhed, head thrown back.

Sightless eyes turned inky ebony and malice and viciousness were his. He was. He felt it, building, suffocating, possessing. Something horrible was ripping and tearing and setting everything beneath his skin up in hot hungry flames.

It tasted heavy on his tongue, like the smell of rotting flesh. Power. Death. Purpose. Hell.

He wanted to die.

And then it was over.

OOC: All yours, guys. XD We're posting this so early so everyone's got a chance today to add to it. It'll be open all day, and maybe into tomorrow. :) ALL BROTHERHOOD MEMBERS AND X-MEN ARE INVITED.
 
 
 
fasterandbetter on October 15th, 2008 11:51 pm (UTC)
Pietro had been busy. Frankly, after the destruction of the Savage Land...he really didn't know what to do. So, he had made himself useful by running around like an idiot, looking for any signs of life...anything that wasn't withered. God, this had been what, the second time in a year? A month? As he ran, looking for people, Genosha just kept on flashing back to his mind. That same feeling of confusion, the same helplessness he hated dearly.

That was his excuse in his mind as to why he was a bit late. He was busy. So when he was told to go to Wither, it had taken about a minute for Pietro to pull up his mental map, and then zoom off to where he was. Wither. The mutant with the death-touch. One of the few people Pietro had actually called a 'teammate'. Skidding to a stop, Pietro looked out, over the harbor. There was Kevin. And coming his way was...trouble.

"What the hell is this?!" Pietro yelled, looking up at the sky as it slowly became blacker and blacker. Something was up. Granted, he knew that Wither wasn't...himself anymore. The devestation told him so. But this? This was something else entirely.
Dazzlerdazzlerock on October 16th, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Ali flew hard and fast towards the tanker, though it appeared only as a black mass. The stench was putrid as she drew nearer, vile malignancy reaching out like tentacles to entrap any foolish enough to get close, and yet she advanced.

Julian had supposedly gotten there ahead of her, but she could see no sign of his trademark cyan shields anywhere, and her heart grew leaden at the deadly stillness.

Light crackled, sparking around her as she punched through the darkness and emerged on the other side to find the tanker, Kevin at the bow, Julian, seemingly unconscious on the deck. She descended, filling the air around her with blinding light so that Kevin couldn't pinpoint where she was exactly, and dove for Julian's prone figure.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 16th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
The first thing he felt was the power. Coursing through him. Becoming him. It was the only thing he felt.

The deck beneath him was hard against his face. He breathed in the atmosphere, the molecules reeking of death. Slowly, he lifted himself up, flesh and muscle and bones moving. He opened his eyes and was blinded by light.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 18th, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
ooc: a less lame tag. :P

The illumination lessened, and he could make out a silhouette, one that he recognized, one that a part of him knew.

A small arm twined with his, a hand pushed back his hair, his face. He could hear her voice. "Julian?" it said. "Julian?" Again, it spoke, the voice frantic and high. "What happened? Wha-"

A soft growl left his throat and his arm shot out, fingers tightening against a long smooth neck. He felt satisfaction she'd shut up and gripped tighter, deciding he liked the pitiful whimper it made. A mist of black wrapped around his hand, her neck and she eyes bugged, watered, little fingers scratching at his fingers.

He threw her, standing up as his did; her body made a thud and a crack as it collided with one of the boat's sides, skimming and crushing bugs and rats.

He smiled.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 18th, 2008 07:46 am (UTC)
Bobby sped towards the darkness on an ice slide, already in his organic ice form. If he had been in his human form, he'd have felt his skin crawl as he approached the tanker - the smell of disease and death hung in the air, and the presence of what he could only describe as evil was practically tangible.

He glided through the darkness and was immediately hit by the contrast of bright light. Blindly, he propelled himself upwards, pausing on a platform of ice as he squinted through the light and tried to gain his bearings.

He could only just make out the shapes of two figures on the deck, and a darker figure - Kevin, he assumed - at the bow. Bobby closed his eyes, feeling and sensing the water around him. Concentrating, he shifted out of his ice form and back again, this time adding mass from the water below. When he had completely re-formed, he felt stronger, powerful.

He was ready.

Still squinting against the glare, he sped down towards the tanker.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 18th, 2008 02:59 pm (UTC)
The light went out as Bobby neared the deck, and the next thing he saw was Julian, eyes black. The telekinetic's neck moved too fast and his stare seemed too steady, his skin leeched and veins visible.

His arm reached out and though Bobby's instincts were to pull up, something dark that looked like Julian's cyan power grabbed him and pulled him down quicker.

His face met Julian's arm, and then his head hit the boat, ice scattering.
fasterandbetter on October 18th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
Pietro's eyes had quickly adjusted to the light. Then, he saw something zoom towards the boat. Looking from the boat to Iceman to the boat again, Pietro cursed slightly under his breath. Turning around, he zoomed backwards for a few feet then turned around, running forward, across the water, to the boat. When he got there, he quickly ran up the side of the boat, stopping when he saw Hellion and Iceman.

Then, the smell hit him. Pietro closed his eyes, coughing because of the stench. What was that? It smelled like...it smelled like death. As he opened his eyes, he saw something dark grab Iceman and pull him down. Speeding forwards, Pietro swung a punch at Hellion.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 18th, 2008 03:18 pm (UTC)
The hit connected, but the telekinetic only fell into it. His jaw should have been broken, but Hellion's teeth were grinding together, his fist coming up to meet Pietro's face as he passed.
fasterandbetter on October 18th, 2008 03:26 pm (UTC)
Pietro quickly shot towards the right. However Julian's punch swiped his cheek. Frowning, Pietro quickly brought a hand up to his cheek. He was fine. Scowling at the kid, Pietro swung another punch at Julian, this one going as fast as he could make it.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 18th, 2008 03:33 pm (UTC)
He smiled, a simple curving of his lips upwards, a wall of transparent black slamming up between them at the last second. His teeth flashed as Pietro collided with the edge of his shield, turning away a bit too late.
fasterandbetter on October 18th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
Pietro let out a yell of annoyance as his hand slammed the shield. Wincing, he quickly brought his hand back to himself, rubbing his knuckles slightly. Pietro looked up at the shield. It was seperating him from the kid, Hellion. But something was wrong. Wasn't the color of Hellion's power usually a shade of green? This was black, not even remotely green at all.

"Come on," Pietro taunted, zooming from the edge of the wall to the other edge. "Fight me." He frowned, placing a hand on the shield. Not enough traction. There was no way that he would be able to run up it. Besides, he didn't have any sort of a head start.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 18th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
"Fight you?" His voice boomed, lips twisting, his voice spitting. He held up hands up, the black opaque shield slamming into Pietro's body. With a roar, he pushed it out with an uncontrolled fury.

Deafening. It ripped through the sound barrier, pulsing to the docks. The buildings at the shore swayed and glass shattered in. Water heaved, crashing in tons into the wreckage of steel beams and brick and concrete.

And then it was silent. The boat swayed underneath his feet.
Bobby Drake: frozennever_too_cold on October 19th, 2008 01:39 am (UTC)
Bobby struggled to his feet as the jet hit the river, his teammates dropping onto the deck. There was so much darkness everywhere, clouds of disease and walls of black - and in the midst of it all, Kevin and Julian stood transformed.

He leaped over the side of the boat, ice forming in front of him and beneath his feet, propelling him up and around the tanker. Face set in grim determination, he slipped around the bow and released a mighty blast of ice at Kevin. A shower of ice-encased insects fell to the deck.
Laura Kinney: 'snikt.lethal_talon on October 18th, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
tagging: kitty, logan, anyone
There was death in the air. She could smell it.

Kitty sat beside her in the jet, her small lips pursed in nervousness. Laura could hear the other girl's heart rate, knew the adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

She didn't feel anything but her senses: the rank hit her as they neared, and she smelled it before anyone, anyone besides Logan.

Her eyelids blinked as their gazes connected.

They were hovering now, above the boat, and Storm was yelling at them to get out.

The hatch opened just as Julian rose his hands, lips curling into a vicious smile. The X-men poured out, one by one, and just as Kitty was phasing through, the jet tittered, encased in black, and then slammed nose-first into the river.

Laura's feet hit the deck, blades slicing through her knuckles, glancing over at Kitty, who stood, her mouth open in shock.
mspryde on October 20th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
Re: tagging: kitty, logan, anyone
Kitty didn't like this at all and she just wanted to go home, hating that they were so vulnerable and so small in the wake of all this destruction. She had been on frightening missions before, but it was nothing- nothing compared to this.

Her hand brushed Laura's side and she was glad for the reminder that her friend was still there, thinking of her father who was long gone- Her mother, even John. And then she saw Julian. Her lips made an effort to form his name but the whisper never got out, hands clenched tightly- Because she was an X-Man, and there wasn't any time to loose with fear.

She looked over at Laura, eyes wide with anticipation and burning with maybe even anger that they had even let it get this far. She was more stubborn than to let this all go down without a fight- She was ready.
Laura Kinney: talon.lethal_talon on October 20th, 2008 02:52 am (UTC)
Re: tagging: kitty, logan, anyone
Laura nodded at Kitty's unspoken words, holding her gaze for a moment.

"Something smells wrong about them," she said. "Be careful. Distract him and I will incapacitate him."
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 21st, 2008 12:44 pm (UTC)
tagging: bobby
Julian flew up into the air as Kitty and Laura advanced on him, a black shield following, He let out a blast, roaring as the deafening sound pulsed through the boat and disturbed the water beneath it. Only Kitty was left standing, phased into the air.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 21st, 2008 01:14 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
Bobby burst out of the water, where he had fallen when his slide cracked from the force of Julian's blast. He sped around the boat, propelling himself up to meet his teammate in the air.

"Julian, what the hell is going on?" he shouted, worriedly taking in the black shield and the dark, soulless eyes. That's not Julian anymore, a voice whispered in his head simultaneously.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 21st, 2008 03:28 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
"The end is here," he answered, his smile curling sickly into his cheeks. His fingers clenched almost robotically, black telekinesis churning from his eyes. "Bow and accept you fate," his voice reverberated.

Bobby raced higher, sliding expertly up, throwing sharp-edged icicles straight at his teammate. They shattered against the shield, and Bobby realized too late Julian was merely waiting for him to get close enough.

He spun around, catching the rage and viciousnesses in Julian's eyes, but it was too late--a boom erupted from Julian's hands, slamming into him with a force he had never felt before.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 21st, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
He was plunged back into the river, plummeting into the depths. The dense moisture all around him gave him strength - this time when he emerged, he had added even more ice to his form, jagged spikes along his arms.

Above him, Julian hovered, that same gut-churning smile fixed on his face. Bobby gritted his teeth. He was determined to bring Julian down somehow - bring him down and set him right.

He slid higher and paused on a platform, drawing once again on the river below, face tight with concentration. A huge jet of water exploded upwards, directly beneath Julian. It froze instantaneously, trapping Julian and his shield in a thick, dense block of ice.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 21st, 2008 03:52 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
Julian's jaw hardened, lips twisting into a mocking sneer as the water encapsuled him. He couldn't see through the overlapping crystals, but it didn't mattered.

He stretched out both hands, his human body shivering against the dropping temperature. It only took a moment for the power to build, and the ice exploded out, falling in huge chunks onto the rocking boat and the river.

He swooped down and around, slashing through the middle of Bobby's ice slide--Bobby tittered, trying to find balance--but he was falling.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 21st, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
Why am I always falling? Bobby thought angrily, managing to stop his freefall before he smashed into the deck by forming a slide that let him tumble less heavily onto the boat. He rolled to the side and got to his feet immediately, sharp projectiles already forming in his hands.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 21st, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
He saw nothing but black and felt his feet leave the ground, his back jarring hard into the deck a few seconds after. He felt something heavy crush into his jaw, once, twice, three--four, five--if he could see his vision would be wobbling.

And then he was off the ground again, thrown like a rag doll face down.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 21st, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
He swung out blindly, blasting ice at the darkness. Nothing connected. There was just more pain as he was crushed and battered and tossed about.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 21st, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
And then suddenly the air was thinner and he was choking as a hand curled around his neck and lifted him up--farther and farther up.

He could make out Julian's figure as they soared higher--so high that he couldn't breathe anymore, and air was thinning.
Bobby Drake: icemannever_too_cold on October 22nd, 2008 07:47 am (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
His fingers scrabbled at his throat, trying to find relief, a chance to gulp air into his lungs. His head grew foggy, and he couldn't concentrate enough to muster the energy to attack.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 23rd, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
The last thing Bobby heard was laughter--laughter that chilled him in an altogether different way then his powers. And then Julian threw him--not that he needed anything but gravity--towards the earth.
Bobby Drake: frozennever_too_cold on October 23rd, 2008 01:52 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
All he knew was the rush of air around him, and the next second there was a sickening crack and he was screaming in pain.

It was a pain unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His left leg, arm and half of his torso felt disconnected, torn from him. He was afraid to open his eyes to see the damage, but he forced his eyelids open.

He had split part of the deck open upon impact, and he lay in the wreckage. Huge chunks of half-smashed ice were scattered around and beneath him--the force of Julian's throw from that height had crushed the entire left side of his body.
Julian Kellerhellion_x on October 23rd, 2008 03:22 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
OOC: Poor Bob. :(

He didn't have a moment to process anything--there was a boom and then there was black engulfing him, pulling him up again into the air.

Panicked, he choked on air, the pieces of himself floating around him in translucent limbs and shards. He heaved through his cries, but it was no use. Desperate, he turned back into his human form, wanting the pain to stop.

He felt his skin turn to flesh and blearily Julian came into view, his face paler and gaunter and starkly blue veins sketched into his face.

The next thing Bobby felt was a pinch in his neck and Julian's teeth gritting down, his breath coming in violent hisses as he pulled his hand away with an empty vial.
Bobby Drake: frozennever_too_cold on October 23rd, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
Re: tagging: bobby
It burned. It seared through his veins, an unbearable heat that he couldn't control or abate, pain and fire that was a foreign poison. An anguished scream tore from his lips as he twisted and writhed - a long, bellowing, drawn-out cry that, like the pain, seemed to have no end.

His skin was on fire, and his body reacted, turning to ice that brought no relief. Blinded, he couldn't see the inky black spreading from the point where the needle had pierced him.

Darkness flooded him. The fire ceased, and ice filled his veins, his heart, his mind. His scream cut off abruptly. Emotions died.

It was done.
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