And I can end the planet in a holocaust

[liebe_krieg]

WHO: Rot Team and those who will try to stop them.
WHERE: Washington D.C.
WHEN: Shortly after this post
WARNINGS: Violence and desecration
SUMMARY: The Major was counting on the heroes of the City to not act in force to stop the nuke. He was wrong. Time for a monumental battle.
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your character's tags as they join in!

Welcome to Washington D.C., heroes and villains. Since it’s so late at night, there aren’t many bystanders as Chronos teleports Rot Team into position on the National Mall. The security personnel who are present stand no chance against the supervillains the Major has assembled to ensure his plan’s success. There are screams and sirens as the chaos begins, the air full of panic and frantic phone calls. Beneath the Atlantic Arch of America’s World War Two memorial, the nuclear bomb continues its deadly countdown. If it goes off, the world will be forever changed, and not for the better. Whatever defence plans the Capital has, they don’t include a way to stop nuclear-armed supervillains, at least, not within less than an hour.

It’s all up to the heroes. They have to get to that bomb in time, and they’ll have to fight their way past every bad guy the Major has been able to recruit. No pressure, heroes. Time to save the world.

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OPEN TO CAVIL

[ascending_angel]

Warren flew to Washington the moment Major's post went up, having shifted into his Horseman form to get there as quickly as possible. Thankfully he made it in a timely manner, but seeing the sheer amount of chaos going on started to trigger that Horseman programming of his up. His talons grew a few inches and his eyes glowed bright red before he flew straight for the first villain asshole to get in his way.

[bestmachine.livejournal.com]

With his own mortality thrumming in his ears, Cavil longed to destroy something beautiful. He hadn't spared any mercy on the guards or civilians that crossed his path. He paralyzed their muscles. He looped an arm around their necks. He snapped each and every one of their spines, felt their bodies slacken against his own, threw them aside, and started again. The sirens and screams let his powers flow effortlessly from his mind. They couldn't escape.

--And, somehow, it was supremely unsatisfying.

He bit back a sneer. None of this did anything to erase his problems back home. None of it brought back the soothing, maddening sounds of his mother's voice. For Cavil, that realization was maddening. Killing was supposed to be a perfect solution. And yet.

All that flew from his mind, however, as he caught sight of a metallic angel gliding over his head. Irony of ironies. This one he would take out. Using the sirens to propel his abilities, he aimed a psychic twist at Warren's neurons. He hoped to paralyze his muscles, too. Pull this dazzling creature from the sky.

OPEN TO HAVOK & DAZZLER

[fangsmile.livejournal.com]

Laughter.

It had been too long since Sabretooth had been able to enjoy a good, long, genuine laugh that wasn't seeped in sarcasm or gallows' humor, but in pure joy. Two underpaid security guards scuttled out of their hidey-holes with handguns. Horrible shots. Bullets ground into the pavement or pinged off of the lamppost above Creed's head. If he didn't know any better, he'd say they were actually trying to miss. Probably couldn't stand the sight of blood, or the burden of murder.

But boy, Creed sure could. By the time he'd dropped one the other was running away, smelling like fear and urine. He grabbed the runner by the back of his neck, and just for kicks, bit off his ear. Blood running down his chin, vision getting a little hazy with a violent, blind lust. This was it. This was old times. Before being the X-Men's little pet, before the Glow, before Birdy... he was just an animal. A killer. All of a sudden he was starting to like it again. It was all coming back to him.

[idateforsupper]

Dazzler and Havok arrived in a small surge of light, an old form of transportation she used to rely on when moving from Mojoworld to Earth. Since it's a power Ali rarely uses these days, it does make her tired for a moment.

She caught sight of Sabretooth not too far from them, and she gaped at just how bloodthirsty he was being. Oh, man. Turning her glow on to defense mode, she grabbed Alex by the arm and pointed. Kicking his butt wouldn't be too hard, yeah?

"Ohmigod, Alex. We need to stop him!"

OPEN TO TIM DRAKE

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

[He's been in Washington since the night before, making sure that everything was ready before the Major made his move. Even more so than most of his counterparts, Slade is a loner so he doesn't expect his insistence upon coming separately to be an issue. He goes to meet the others, of course, when it's time, but he hangs back for the most part, operating from the shadows as he usually does save for a spurt of flame here and there.

All the while, he watches for the incoming 'heroes', knowing that if they fail, he'll have no other option but to act on their behalf.]

OPEN TO PRETTY MUCH ANYONE

[malegnificent.livejournal.com]

[The stars aren't quite right for her dragon form to manifest the full extent of her wrath, but that is, for once, of little concern to Maleficent. Because she has spent the past twelve hours in conquest and victory, cursing the ground of the National Mall so that great black thorns sprout from one end to the other--all of them converging in a hideous tangle at the base of the Washington Monument.

She has claimed this as her Tower of Despair. Here she will finally be a Queen.]

[pinkdoombubble.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's here to protect humans and kick villains down. To that end, Mew figures that GIANT PILLAR OF THORNS might be a good place to start attacking. No one else seems to be fighting there yet.

So, Mistress of all Evil? There's a pink kid in a pink bubble flying towards your Tower of Despair. Just fyi.]

[battothefuture]

Terry stared when he saw what had become of the ground - he'd never been to DC before, but he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to be covered in a tangle of dead black thorns-

"What is this, one of the signs of the apocolypse?"

But that didn't matter. He'd deal. There was a bomb that had to be defused.

OPEN TO ALL

[pinkdoombubble.livejournal.com]

Mew knew where Washington D.C. was. This was not her first time here, not by a long shot. She had known just where to teleport after hearing that a bomb would go off here.

But why was she here now? She was protecting the humans, obviously. Protecting the humans and those like her who had come from different worlds. This was something like a final admission, finally realizing that she could protect here just as she had at home. She was going to fight now, and she planned to do it as best she could. And she was no slouch when it came to a fight.

And so the Pokemon-turned-human appeared in the National Mall and looked around. She should probably engage someone... but who?

[martianmonster.livejournal.com]

Just a suggestion, but maybe that scary looking white-woman in the skintight bodysuit flinging people into the fountain with her... tentacles? Yes tentacles.

She might be a good place to start.

OPEN TO EVERYONE.

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

In the chaos, there is a very calm, very unassuming black man walking through the crowds, his path taking him from the mall to the highway, from the highway to the city, and from the city to the very front of the Washington monument itself. He barely stays in one place for more than a few moments, seemingly vanishing only to appear miles and miles away; in fact, if you weren't looking for him? You would barely catch sight of him.

Emplate keeps to the crowds, to the terrorized and the frenzied. Only when he finally reaches his destination does he begin, letting go of his holographic form as two pairs of three sharp, bony claws pop out from between his knuckles with a snikt.

The crowd never had a chance.

OPEN TO Starscream

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

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tl;dr tiem

[loltraitorlol.livejournal.com]

Faster.

He donned his armor this time, Cybertronian design augmenting his now-robotic body perfectly. In some way, he felt more complete like this, his wings in his peripheral vision, giving him an actual flight surface to work with rather than just rocket-based manuvering.

He flew faster than he had in vorns, opening up his engines to maximum and nearly hitting the upper limit of Earth's atmosphere, his body actually reconfiguring itself slightly to draw still more power. The air shook with a sonic boom as he broke the sound barrier and sped still faster.

He was there in no time at all.

First going in a wide circle, he spent a few moments hacking Air Force frequencies, scrambling radar and trying not to get F-16s on his tail. They were prowling the skies already, ready to rain death from above should the heroes fail.

Eventually, it grew too troublesome to try to maintain flight under radar and perform complex programming while flying. He landed, slipping like thread through a needle between the huge black thorns growing on the Mall. He landed, quite by coincidence, right outside the National Air and Space museum, near 4th street, dust kicking up from where he touched down.

"Come on, glitches, show yourselves," he snapped, starting to walk in the direction of the monument. Walking. How inefficient.

SUPERMAN vs SCHRODINGER HEAVEN OR HELL LET'S ROCK

[ofsteel.livejournal.com]

There wasn't a whole lot of time to thank his teleporter; time was of the essence, and the clock was ticking. Once Superman got his bearings (this Washington DC didn't seem too different from the one on his world, at least), he took to the air, flying low as he scanned the buildings with his x-ray vision. That maniac boasted about his bombs, but there was no telling if he had a failsafe hidden elsewhere. He wasn't picking up anything and veered, a bee line to the arches.

Destructable, indestructable. Speed, no speed. Strength, weakness. It didn't matter. Superman's eyes narrowed, already red with the bubbling heat-fury against this crisis.

He wasn't alone in this. Focus on the most important goal. Get that bomb!

THE WHEELS OF FATE ARE TURNING. REBEL 1. ACTION!

[quantumcatboy.livejournal.com]

This was shaping up to be one of Schrodinger's favorite events since he'd arrived in the City. Months and months of planning all built up to this one grand moment. He was going to make sure that World War III came about, and this time it would be on American soil.

His job was simple, guard the bomb at all costs, no matter what he couldn't let the "heroes" get close enough to diffuse it. On the chance that they do diffuse it, use the remote to trigger the detonation anyway. No matter what happens, that nuke was going to detonate, and everyone in this area would die... Well, except for him and maybe a few others. It didn't really matter.

He was getting bored though. The vampires were just as brutal a force as they were back home, tearing apart any civilian or enemy that stood in their way; and with all of the coalition allies that the Major had sent along with the cat, Schrodinger had yet to lift a single finger, and merely sat back and watched as the Capital burned.

All he had to do was wait patiently for one more hour.

OPEN TO Galen

[pandablade.livejournal.com]

The straight, white pillar reaches to the sky, clouding out a portion of the sky as it reaches up, and Illidan's sight such as it was, only left the dim outline of green points, not nearly as brilliant or detailed as it would be if he were to either sit and allow his vision to adjust to the different surroundings, nor if he were at home, where the magic of life exuded from even the smallest rock to the greatest tree. From his own frame came the dark energy that roiled and cast from him in waves.

Breathing in the night air, he could smell how much cleaner it was, how the air here was less stifled. He'd felt the difference as he continued to fly from the city, casting the appropriate spells to keep him levitated.

Here in the darkness of the field of grass, he felt a smile tug at his lips. Power would be his. First he would do this, and then he would kill this "Aslan" and destroy him as well.

Behind him, as he walked grass incinerated in green fire with his steps, before he stopped, and lit the field ablaze.

Re: OPEN TO Galen

[wasstarkiller.livejournal.com]

Galen didn't know why he was in the capitol of this nation until he saw the Major's post, but the Force had lead him there the day before, his meditations letting him know that this was where he was supposed to be.

He had seen the fire as soon as it came up and rushed to the scene, only to find some... creature there, setting it on fire.

"You know," he said, using the Force to push away the flames as he walked through them. "They aren't going to be pleased that you burned all this grass."

Open

[seyfertsalvage.livejournal.com]

Juston had no idea how he had managed to talk some heroes he had barely met into letting him come along onto a mission of this much importance. He could feel his heart beating faster than a hummingbird. His face clenched in a determined grimace as he rushed down the mall, a satchel full of tools strung over his side.

"Why couldn't the porter have brought the god damned Sentinel." He muttered to himself as he rushed towards the Worlds War II memorial, something he just barely recognized as the Major's rant appeared on screen.

The boy's plan was simple. Step 1 try to blend into the confused crowed of civilians that had been scattered around the scene. Step 2 find the bomb. Step 3 try not to get everyone killed. No problem... really.

[allshock-notalk.livejournal.com]

No problem, Juston. None whatsoever.

Several feet away, Soundwave hears him. Feet pounding the pavement, heartbeat skyrocketing. The pulse is maddening. The boy is nervous, he expects. Or just running on adrenaline. Flight or fight mode. Survival.

Either way, he hears him. It'd be easy to leap in and stop him right off, but why end the chase so quickly?

For a moment, he waits, letting Juston come closer. Soundwave stands in his robotic suit -- formed perfectly around his body to accommodate his more agile-based organic form. As he hears the boy approach, he presses a switch on his shoulder.

"KAMIKAZE. TALONBLADE. EJECT."

A pair of cassettes do indeed eject from his tray. One transforms into a robotic hawk, the other into a canine.

A brief moment passes and he thinks of Ravage, in deep regret. However, that cannot remain; he shoved him aside in order to protect him. Ravage will never understand why it all happened. He doesn't need to. He just needs to hate Soundwave.

It doesn't matter now.

"OPERATION: PROTECT THE PERIMETER FROM ANY INVADERS."

This hero is his. All others will not interrupt his fun. He's killed many today, and this will not stop.

DO WHAT YOU WANT

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

Koltira wasn't surprised, but he was still disappointed. He took the teleport to Washington--wherever that was, no names of this world made any sense to him--with grim determination in his mind and sword-hand. He stalked past all the chaos unfolding around him, keeping his eyes open for the source. For Schrodinger.

WHATEVA WHATEVA

[quantumcatboy.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger's eyes caught the death knight in advance, and before Koltira could get to the bomb, the boy had already teleported behind him, a bit of space between them. He didn't need kill Koltira or defeat him, he didn't want to, but would if he had to. All he had to do was keep him busy, keep him away from the bomb. Nothing else mattered anymore.

"I am surprised that you decided to show up as vell."

[For Mytho, Fakir, Ben & Ganon/Ganndorf]

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, the background image of the Major's post had shown enough of where they needed to go that Mytho was able to teleport all three them near the monument. He drew his sword the moment the flower petals faded, taking a protective stance in front of his Knight.

Just in case.

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

Fakir hardly had time to take in the scene before Mytho stepped in front of him. Instead of teleporting back, as Fakir had asked him to.

"You intend to stay," he said. There was no question in it.

OPEN; but especially to Karu-Sil

[natureinblood]

Remus was distracted, despite appearances otherwise as he Apparated one last time into a clearing of trees a few hundred meters away from the edge of the battle near a few crashed and abandoned automobiles on the road. Silence, with only the far away echoes of fighting to make it very clear that something was happening. The air was heavy and warm with the smell of potential rain, the sky clouded over threateningly.

He had left Miles to take care of the twins, knowing he wouldn't be able to follow him here and would be too distracted keeping Rua and Ruka out of danger to get himself into it. Without really realizing it until too late, he had pulled his communicator out of his pocket, checking for anything that might give him some idea of what was happening in the City.

Nothing he hadn't already known.

Forcing himself to put it away, he drew his wand and prepared himself mentally to Apparate into the heart of the battle. It wouldn't do him any good to splinch himself in the process.

FAKDSJF /SKIDS INTO POST

[fuck-chapstick.livejournal.com]

To say that Karu-Sil had explicit motivations would be to give Karu-Sil a little too much credit for the development of her thought processes. Karu-Sil did what Karu-Sil did, and while that often had emotions directed behind it, it essentially came down to her nature. Her job had been to go into DC and protect the Major's troops when the bomb went off. And she had honestly meant to do that.

But then she'd realized what the hunting would be like, and slipped away from the heat of battle to stalk and terrorize privately. The Major was no Sinestro; he could wield no emotional leverage the way her leader could. Now, in a grove of trees with strange pink blossoms and a body of water, she didn't feel good, but she felt more comfortable.

A motion to her right drew her attention and she saw a man standing by the road, holding up a stick for some absurd reason. Immediately she changed her stance and crept closer to him, smelling the fire and sweat on the wind. This would be a good way to start things off.

Out of nowhere, the alpha father skidded to a halt in front of the man and opened his mouth as a gesture of assurance that the human was going to be food soon.

OPEN TO THAT OTHER WAR

[redgunmetal.livejournal.com]

It was a beautiful night; stars twinkled prettily at War as she navigated down I-95. She, herself, was practically glowing, as she couldn't believe her luck -- how often was it that a girl found herself in an alternate universe with untold chaos such as this waiting to be opened like a birthday present? Heroes, villains, nuclear weapons, vampire nazis.

War was home.

She drove quickly. The blood red motorcycle she'd acquired -- and on such short notice, too! -- purred underneath her, her sword strapped securely to its side. No doubt the toll collector that she had failed to stop for had taken notice, but she made sure he wouldn't be doing much for the rest of the night. In fact, no one would be doing much on I-95, as barricade made of steel, iron and other things just outside of Fort Meade would make it difficult for anyone to navigate.

When the Reflecting Pool appeared in her peripheral distance, she floored it, becoming only a blur of red hot fire and metal. Finally, finally, she would have her dramatic entrance. She was smiling, then, for how could she not? And it was a good thing she was moving too quickly for anyone to see, as there was nothing in that smile but the sharp edge of danger and violence. Here I come, boys.

Ready or not.

YOUR BETTER HALF OBV.

[chaoseating.livejournal.com]

An explosion near, a scream far, the sound of a motorcycle revving there, the sound of hoofbeats here.

Here, at the reflecting pool, War was waiting. He knew of this day's coming shortly before it occurred, if only due to the City's insufferable choke-hold on his senses. Of course, it wouldn't have made any difference; as a neutral being, War had no interest in warning any of the mortals of the apocalypse about to fall upon them. It was their job to survive and endure -- it would prepare them for the real war when it came time.

Ruin pranced anxiously beneath him. While it was not his duty to interfere, it had not made him any less restless and the same, of course, went for his fiery steed. Though he had not expected the need to cut anything this night, it had not stopped him from unsheathing Chaoseater and leaving the tip resting on the bank. Despite all of this, he was unsurprised to hear the sound of an approaching motorbike in the distance, as well as an all too familiar presence. He had not forgotten his doppleganger's choice of mount.

Excitement. She was far too excited for all of this -- no doubt she had her hand dipped in some of the destruction. Against their calling. Against their code. Carmine would be brought to justice.

With a loud neigh sounding as his warcry, Ruin reared and turned sharply to face the approaching female while War remained impassive with his every disapproving expression firmly set.

IN THE AFTERMATH | Open to Jamie, Emplate

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

After the tracking work was done -- Paige was almost too cooperative, as usual, throwing herself into work after her emotions were turned on their head -- it hadn't been difficult to convince Jamie to go to Washington. Monet wasn't an idiot by any means: Emplate's sudden appearance there was no coincidence. He was either in league with or working for the Major, and that didn't bode well at all.

Her brother was enough of a menace on his own without having to worry about what the Major promised him in return for his assistance.

Much to Monet's consternation, however, she and Jamie had been too late to help in much anything but damage control. She blamed the city -- if she could fly, they never would have had to get to DC the hard way -- but Jamie, of course, blamed her. As if she'd caused the barricade and resulting chaos on I-95. Mon Dieu. "If I'd driven," she said, taking in the scene before them, "we could have actually been useful."

They bickered for a moment or two before Monet declared that she was in charge, and pointed Jamie toward the Washington Monument. If there was one thing he and his duplicates were good for, it was clean-up. "Meanwhile, I'll survey the area and see where we're most needed. Don't do anything stupid."

OPEN to Juudai ... SORRY SO LATE, I FAIL ;_;

[masterous.livejournal.com]

[It was almost insulting, what little the Major had asked of him, yet the Gallifreyan had accepted the minor role of hypnotically smoothing the arrival of that toy of a nuclear device and its related "forces" condescendingly, though without argument. The security personnel with their horribly insecure minds were easily brushed aside, along with anything which might have passed for allegiance. With perception filter and an unproven personal force-shield in place the Master claimed, and was in the process of christening, his temporary thrown ... the Lincoln Memorial. Perched in the statue's lap, and swaying/singing to music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6unDcYBQSpQ) blaring from somewhere, the smartly-dressed Master of All scorched a moustache onto Lincoln's stern visage via a newly-finished laser screwdriver. The Major promised a never-ending war - something which toyed with timelessness - but as a Lord of such things, he would be the judge of THAT ...]

ALL IS WELL :D

[miraclefusion.livejournal.com]

[Gee, that guy vandalizing the big statue over there sure doesn't look like he's supposed to be there! Juudai starts ascending the steps, and whether or not he realizes there's actually a filter in place is questionable, considering he's got his bi-colored boatlight eyes on to see right through it. Once he's in hearing range, he tries to catch the Master's attention with a smartass remark.]

Hey, you know, I don't think that goes with his beard all that well, do you?

OPEN TO SLADE

[wolfofmibu]

[ Vampires were one thing; teleporting was another. However Saitou knew well enough that his skills would be of better use in this attack on this country's capital. In a nostalgic way it reminds him of protecting Kyoto from the flames of the revolution, but this was neither the time nor place to reminisce.

However fighting in unfamiliar territory was a hindrance, he had to admit. But if anything Saitou's quite certain his prey would show itself eventually. ]

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[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

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