[ It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. ]

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

WHO: jamie_prime and mouth_breathing; superxgrlfriend, doubleoohbaby, hhhhfuckedagain, wadewilson and deadredbird; apocalypsewench and cry_andletloose
WHERE: A warehouse outside the city.
WHEN: Late Saturday/early Sunday
SUMMARY: Emplate nabbed Jamie for noms and now there are Emplate!dupes waiting for Monet to walk into his trap. He probably wasn't expecting her to bring a few people who don't mind shooting him in the face.
WARNINGS: Violence and character death.
FORMAT: I'm going with quick para for now, but whatever you guys want, really. Tag yourselves in when you're available!



[ Monet distracts herself with clothing, checking and rechecking her gloves, stretching out new leather, scuffing her heels against the pavement. It's dark at the rendezvous point and she's alone for the moment, drowning in her thoughts, so concentrating on the physical material is helping to keep her from asking herself, over and over, as she's asked herself every day for last seven years, why. Why her, why her family, why ever, why now? Why couldn't her brother have been born with the X-gene that allowed him to propel through the air like a rocket or turn into a giant rock? Would it even have made a difference? Would anything? Would he have still turned out this way, so angry, bitter, evil?

Monet knows so much but this she'll never know. What if, what if, what if. A dangerous game to play on a good day. This is not a good day.

She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for her team, and picks the lint from her coat because it's easier than wondering if her father would ever forgive her, or why she needs his forgiveness at all. ]

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The Warehouse: EMPLATE and JAMIE

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

[ Have a kick to jostle you awake, Jamie! ]

Get up.

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

Nnghhhh... [ He'd curl up to awaken if he weren't completely strapped down. ]

Anybody ever tell you you're not the most inviting thing to wake up to? And I was having such a nice dream...

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

[ Another kick, this time to your ribs. ]

Quiet. Get up.

The Rendezvous Point: OPEN

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"It's time to kick the tires and light the fires, Big Mama."

Deadpool's loaded for bear, swords and heavy guns strapped to his back, spinning a pair of guns on his fingers.

"Crap, I just quoted a Roland Emmerich movie. That's not a good sign."

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet bit the inside of her cheek and expertly ignored the voice in her head that told her that this was a bad idea. It sounded a lot like Paige. "You can quote any movies you'd like," she said, putting a finger to her temple, "as long as you take care of business."

If she didn't end up dead, she was going to end up with a colossal headache.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind for when you inevitably fall into the sack with Wade's Wonderful Winkyland."

Despite the sleaze, he's definitely focused on business.

"So gimme the skinny, Skinny. How's this lookin' to go down?"

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Standing off to the side, Jason has a long black bag with him full of assorted weaponry, mostly guns. He doesn't have a problem fighting up close, but it's annoying to be outpowered, and he wouldn't break out the fucking tentacles for this even if he knew how. Assuming he would accept the fact he has them.

He doesn't say anything to Monet or the others, though his gaze drifts in her direction from time to time.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet nodded in Jason's direction. He doesn't seem in the talking mood and she's not quite sure what to say except I wasn't sure you would actually show up, so she figured silence was probably the best course of action. Deadpool would no doubt monopolize the conversation, anyway --

-- and if Monet were one to second guess herself, here might have been it. She could see it now: on the way to the warehouse, Wilson cracks one too many excrement jokes, Todd shoots him in the face, and heads roll. Literally. The vision is disconcerting to say the least, and the voice that sounded suspiciously like Paige scolded her, again, that she really hadn't thought this completely through, had she?

She shifted her eyes away from Jason, tuned Deadpool out, and hoped that the rest of the team would show up soon. Please.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, Cutie Pie," comes the unwelcome quip from Deadpool at the pretty boy in the domino mask. "You packing a gatling gun in that bag or are you just happy to see me?"

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

No guns. No bullets. Just Alex Summers striding up to meet the group in black combat gear, a far cry from his more colourful X-Men uniform. He was his own weapon, and he'd made sure to store as much energy as he could since Monet had contacted him.

He acknowledged Monet with a simple nod that said I'm here, and instinctively assessed the others. It was an assorted group gathered here, he thought, and not normally people he'd be fighting with. But he didn't have a problem with it-- not as long as they were all on the same side here.

[apocalypsewench]

Lorna arrived shortly after Alex, appearing in her own dark coloured clothing. She didn't have her X-woman uniform here, so the normal clothes worked for her.

She glanced over at Alex, giving him a bit of a look before turning her attention to Monet. She was ready to save Jamie, and she would kill if necessary. Jamie was not going to die again.

That was her only concern, not who else Monet rounded up.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

When James rocks up, it's in a big ass black pick-up truck with an enclosed shell (http://www.jjtrailers.com/dm97xsz.jpg) on the back, parking up incredibly close to the group.

It's a pretty generic entrance as far as James goes, exiting the drivers side in something that wasn't a suit for once, opting for the far more appropriate option of jeans, shirt and jacket. But he's got the sunglasses and remains totally smooth as he nods at the others. "So. Who needs weapons?"

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"I'm always in the market over here, Quantum of Solace!" Deadpool pipes up immediately. "And I can repay your generosity with a night or three of playing wingman. It'd be an honor just to watch you work, Monsieur Bond."

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet, standing off to the side, smiled as Bond distributes weapons. She could tell how restrained he kept himself during their date fighting bank robbers; she hoped to be able to see what he was really capable of.

"Far be it from me to come between men and their guns," she said by way of greeting.

Rescuing the Princess: ALEX, LORNA and JAMIE

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Alex felt a lot more comfortable once they had split off from the main group. He'd worked with a lot of groups over the years, including terrorist organisations, but this one was clearly setting out to kill. And it bothered him, somewhat.

But Jamie. Their priority was Jamie, he thought firmly as he looked questioningly to Lorna. He didn't even need to say it-- once she'd gotten a lock on his magnetic field and whether they'd be dealing with any guards, they'd go in immediately.

[apocalypsewench]

"He's very close, Alex," Lorna spoke as she followed the feeling in her fingertips. She knew Alex didn't like working this way, but she chose not to comment on it. If Jamie was hurt, she honestly didn't care if Emplate's head was cut off.

"This way," she gestured down a hallway.

Justice League vs Emplate!dupes: OPEN

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

Deadpool's not messing around. Toting a giant two-handed cannon, he's more than ready for the Emplate brigade.

"Come on out, Rumple Fuglies! Time's a wastin' for wastin' you!"

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

There's four of them, at the beginning. Just four simple-minded dupes, each of them sharing a fraction of Emplate's overall personality, will, and maliciousness. They have no power outside of Emplate's own, but, oh, they do so love violence.

Deadpool, prepare to be ambushed if you don't act quick.

The Final Showdown: MARIUS AND MONET

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[mouth-breathing.livejournal.com]

He's been beaten so badly, so rightfully that even he knows it. Marius stands his ground as his sister approaches, his eyes narrowing down to slits of crimson when she takes her first step onto the rooftop he had been directing the battle from. He knows, somewhere, somehow, that one of them will not be escaping this meeting. Not in one piece, at any rate.

"We could've ruled the world together," he states, flatly, disappointing running its course through every syllable of every word. "I would've given you the entire world and more."

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet can feel the sharp hint of tears sting behind her eyes, and only by sheer force of will do they dissipate. He's not deserving of her pity. He's not deserving of anything she has to give.

When she reaches to grab him by the throat, her mouth is pressed into an emotionless line; she's empty. He has time to dodge, but he has to have been weakened by the death of so many dupes, she knows the advantage is hers. "The sad thing is," she says, teeth clenched, "is that you're right. Standing beside me instead of against me? We would have been unstoppable."

But you're a monster, she leaves unsaid, and it's too far too late.