Logan
Human
Leo
Life bites... So do I
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Post by Logan on Oct 2, 2006 20:59:29 GMT -5
Logan strode through the business district in an agitated fashion. The Professor had noticed his little problem since Logan's last encounter with Mystique in the park, and he'd finally decided to be a helpful individual and tell Logan where he could find her on this particular day which he happened to have off-for the good of every individual in the mansion.
Logan was scouring the streets searching for Mytique...they had serious business to finish...
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Post by Mystique on Oct 3, 2006 22:55:07 GMT -5
Pow
A twisted smile slithered its way across her face as she raised her gun to her lips to blow the lingering smoke from the gun shot away. It truly was a beautiful noise, the sound of a bullet puncturing a target. Her eyes glanced around the room as she slipped her gun away, into a hidden place on her body. She had to work quickly now, it was possible that someone heard the gun shot, even through the silencer.
Setting her brief case on the desk of the now dead man, she extremely carefully removed the bomb. It was very powerful and had taken a few strings to be pulled to get, but it would be worth it in the long run. With her vast knowledge of weaponry it didn’t take much time at all to activate and set a detonation countdown time. She gave herself enough time to exit the building… then, boom.
Once the death trap was in place, she kissed her fingers and tapped them to the top of the weapon. She secured her brief case and headed for the door, a little more pep in her step than normal. A kill always did that to her. Another dead, another dollar. The pure though of it made her smirk ever so slightly as he slipped out into the hallway. There were many office personnel about. None of which paid her any mind. She was simply another face in a very crowed place. Visitors came in and out of here many times a day. By the way she walked, it appeared that she belonged, so not a soul questioned her. They were far to concerned with their own lives to take time out of their schedule to question the likes of her, a business looking woman that seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
She did know exactly what she was doing, so the look wasn’t that hard to pull off. Her only concern was not leaving the building in a hurry. The last thing she wished to do was draw attention to herself or alert anyone of any danger. If that was the case, then this little trip would have been a perfect waist of ammunition. The bomb was sure to go off, that much was certain and the body would be disposed of. Although, why not kill two birds with one stone? Why not take out as many humans as possible?
She stepped into an elevator and a long nailed finger pressed the ‘lobby’ button. She stood there brief case in hand, looking almost board. The doors were rapidly closing when suddenly a hand slipped its way through the opening. She raised an eyebrow as the doors re-opened them selves. It was a young man, fumbling with a mail cart. She frowned when he couldn’t immediately step into the elevator. She looked around him to see what exactly the problem was. The wheels appeared to be stuck on the door track. Idiots. She though to her self, glancing to her watch. She had plenty of time, that much was for certain, she just didn’t like to wait.
After a few more minutes of struggling, he managed to maneuver into the elevator along side her. She kept her eyes forward in a cocky fashion.
“You new around here?” A voice from beside her spoke and she turned her head slightly to see the man who was attempting conversation with her. He was tall, lanky, very thin, the typical office nerd.
“Sure.” She said with a shrug. Not caring at all about this conversation in the slightest.
He nodded like an idiot. “My name is Mike. I’ve been here a few years now… so if you have any question come find me.” His spastic nature displeased her.
She simply twitched her eyebrows in response, watching the numbers light up as they went from floor to floor. Almost there…
He pursed his lips, as if trying to find something to say. “Did you know they were re-molding accounting?” his voice was almost hopeful that she would respond. It was so very pathetic.
Her floor signifying the lobby lit up and the doors opened with a ding. She turned to him a smirk on her lips. Although she knew he would not understand the smirk until after she was long gone. That was, if he was smart enough to figure out the humor in her words at all. “Sounds like a blast.”
Without another word she removed herself from the elevator and made her way through the lobby. From behind her she could hear him yell something. She simply ignored it an went about exiting the building. It couldn’t be long now.
Just as she stepped through the sliding door, a concussive blast sent a shock wave through the entire building and even out into the street. It shook the ground and glass rained from the sky. The entire floor had essentially been taken out. God she was good. Around her people hit the floor, diving for cover. She never even flinched, only blinking slightly when her eyes tried to adjust to the sunlight. She did look up to the burning building, fire was rushing out busted windows, consuming the sky. It really was a beautiful sight.
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Logan
Human
Leo
Life bites... So do I
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Post by Logan on Oct 7, 2006 0:02:59 GMT -5
Logan heard a loud, concussive blast, and looked up in time to see the windows burst from one floor of an office building, quickly followed by hungry flames. Looks like he found Mystique after all. Only one individual remained standing outside the office building, other than himself. Most cowered flat on the sidewalks, arms over their heads.
One woman stood blinking in the sunlight calmly as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred. Mystique. Only she could pull off that sort of finesse after obliderating and incinerating an entire floor of a building.
Logan watched her slip quite calmly toward an alley, and he followed silently, slipping up right behind her. He expected her to acknowledge him, but evidently, she was unaware of his presence. Score one for him.
"Losing your touch, sweetheart," Logan drawled in a softly sardonic voice, knowing full well that she was likely to turn around and shoot him in the face for it. Was he horribly worried about it? No. Adamantium could be useful sometimes. His blue eyes watched her for the slightest twitch of movement as a smirk fell upon his lips.
Beep-beep. His communicator chirped annoyingly at his side, and as he reached for it with one hand, he leaned the other against the wall, temporarily blocking Mystique from escaping.
"Yeah?" He asked, eyes turned heavenward he spotted a pillar of black smoke climbing into the sky, "I was in the area, Cyke, and am pursuing a suspect. You and the rest of the team are going to have to go to the rescue."
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Post by Mystique on Oct 8, 2006 18:53:41 GMT -5
She got the odd sensation that she was being watched. Which wasn’t to out of the ordinary, seeing how she had just nonchalantly sauntered out of an burning building.
Her steps were quick with a catlike grace. She weaved in and out of the surrounding crowd. Every sole in sight stared transfixed on the building. Sirens blared in the distance. It appeared that everyone was flocking to the scene. All but two…
An alley way was what she preferred, it was out of the way and it was an odd individual that would monitor who came out of them. After all, who would notice if a tall blond entered only for a sassy brunette to exit? No one of consequence.
When she entered, she planed on lingering there for a few minutes. Waiting, expecting a phone call from her ride. What she got, was an x-man. She had expected to see them around here, so she came prepared. Had it been any of the others, what she did next would have been entirely different.
He spoke and she pivoted around to face him. He had found her and by the way he was standing, it appeared that he intended to keep her. He would be disappointed when she foiled his planes. It annoyed her the way he stood there, without a care in the world. So utterly sure of himself, sure she wouldn’t do a thing to him. As if cornering her wasn’t a bad idea. He was obviously forgetting exactly who she was. Simple to fix… she would just have to remind him.
“Pursuit? Pursuit of who…?” Scott Summers’ voice began to question from the other end of the phone line. It was then that he was cut off. Not by a voice, but in a more deliberate fashion. The noise of her gun shot was loud, but easily covered by the commotion coming from the street. His shattered communicator made her trademark smirk widen on her face. The surprised expression that crossed over him only succeeded in provoking her. She always did have a flare for the dramatic. Score two for Mystique.
With one step she moved herself closer to him. Even through her disguise, her body language was still suave and her voice still intoxicating.
“I never louse my touch.”
Pistol still in hand she slowly slid the nose of it across his face, temple to chin. Her eyes briefly glowed bright shade of yellow.
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