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capeandcowllogs2012-02-24 08:18 pm
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- damian wayne | robin,
- eridan ampora | prince of hope,
- harvey dent | two-face,
- julian keller | hellion,
- kanaya maryam | sylph of space,
- kate kane | batwoman,
- nill | n/a,
- peter parker | spider-man,
- pietro maximoff | quicksilver,
- ruka | gallitrap,
- sanji | mr. prince,
- † andromeda tonks | muggle lover,
- † angelica jones | firestar,
- † aquaria nautica neptunia | namora,
- † carol danvers | captain marvel,
- † cassandra cain | black bat,
- † charles f. xavier | professor x,
- † charlie gage-radcliffe | misfit,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † erik lehnsherr | magneto,
- † gamzee makara | mirthful messiahs,
- † geddoe | raijin,
- † ginny weasley | n/a,
- † goku | seitan taisei,
- † harry potter | n/a,
- † heine rammsteiner | n/a,
- † jennifer walters | she-hulk,
- † jessica drew | spider-woman,
- † john morley | ghost,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † khisanth | onyx,
- † laura kinney | x-23,
- † matt murdock | daredevil,
- † mindy macready | hit girl,
- † n/a | apollo,
- † n/a | bullseye,
- † n/a | monster in the darkness,
- † olivia dunham | n/a,
- † parker robbins | hood,
- † rachel | n/a,
- † rapunzel | n/a,
- † reilly tyne | darkdevil,
- † robert reynolds | the sentry/the void,
- † ron weasley | n/a,
- † seras victoria | n/a,
- † shahrazad al-rahman | the benevolent,
- † tom bronson | wildcat,
- † tom marvolo riddle | lord voldemort,
- † trowa barton | n/a,
- † vivi ornitier | n/a
Like death, found in friend, and the edge of suspend.
WHO: The doomed Skrulls and YOU!
WHERE: Middle of Times Square.
WHEN: February 24th at 9PM EST.
WARNINGS: Violence, death and betrayal.
SUMMARY: Their time may be up, but they are not going down without a fight.
FORMAT: Anything goes.
[The streets are slick with rain. N'cho had rounded his compatriots to this place, this broken space of bright lights and human noises. They're ready, they're prepared. They know they're taking their last breaths. N'icsor's betrayal had ensured that this would be their last stand, this would be their moment of glory.
He still loved them. Didn't he?
The burning neon clock above read three minutes to nine. Rain pelted the asphalt, civilians shouted and laughed, all oblivious to the theatre unfolding.
The Skrulls knew the imports were watching, waiting. Coming. They knew they had only had each other now.]
WHERE: Middle of Times Square.
WHEN: February 24th at 9PM EST.
WARNINGS: Violence, death and betrayal.
SUMMARY: Their time may be up, but they are not going down without a fight.
FORMAT: Anything goes.
[The streets are slick with rain. N'cho had rounded his compatriots to this place, this broken space of bright lights and human noises. They're ready, they're prepared. They know they're taking their last breaths. N'icsor's betrayal had ensured that this would be their last stand, this would be their moment of glory.
He still loved them. Didn't he?
The burning neon clock above read three minutes to nine. Rain pelted the asphalt, civilians shouted and laughed, all oblivious to the theatre unfolding.
The Skrulls knew the imports were watching, waiting. Coming. They knew they had only had each other now.]
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[She floats down, holding her hand out. Her nails have grown longer, and the skin is tinged a distinctly non-human green. Her ears have also taken on a slightly elven shape. It's pretty obvious it's taking most of her concentration to maintain Pietro's form, even if its a mutated version thereof.]
Please, Angie, you have to believe me. They said we had to help them.
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[Angelica's eyes narrow, expression racked with sorrow and rage. She wanted to sympathize with this creature-- no, this person. But she'd kidnapped Pietro, she'd aided in the murder of countless civilians. She just gone along with Vulcanus, probably without batting an eye. Angelica was a forgiving person, but she couldn't let that stand. Not when it was personal like this. Not where Pietro was concerned.
She finally takes the Skrull's hand, grasping her wrist tightly, heat in the air surging around them in a flare of warning.]
I need to know where they are, do you understand? Tell me... [She trails off, clearing her throat in an attempt to regain her nerve.] Tell me, and I promise you, you'll feel nothing.
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I like Earth, mostly. And I like you, and Leopold, and Calvin. You should know that, I think.
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I know. I know you did.
[And with that, Angelica sends out a burst of microwaves directed to X'ylia. The energy won't hurt her, she probably won't notice a thing, but she has only moments left to live.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It won't hurt, I promise.