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brit_sorcerer ([info]brit_sorcerer) wrote in [info]exiles,
@ 2009-10-04 01:15:00


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Entry tags:"acts of avenging", blink, crusader, ghost rider, mystic

Some Downtime (While Bucky is talking to Tasha)
Quinn was enjoying the few moments of downtime they seemed to have been blessed with by spending it out in Moscow. While he wasn't a mutant, he could pass himself off as one if needed. Only a telepath or a genetic scan would prove he wasn't one. First order of business was getting some cash. That meant a little transmutating of some stones into rubles. He was not above using magic for his own benefit.

With money in hand he set out and found the closest bar. Beer would have been nice, but the bar apparently only had watered down crap and Quinn was a beer snob. He only drank good beer and what the bar had was definitely not good beer. The burger was good and so was the vodka.

Once he was done eating, he headed for the closest clothing store and bought himself two new sets of clothes and a bag to carry them in. No way was he going to be stuck wearing the same outfit as they hopped from dimension to dimension. He would have bought a few pairs of shoes, but they were bulky and a pain to carry. His current ones were okay for now.

He headed back to the hotel.



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Meanwhile...
[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-05 02:01 am UTC (link)
While other Exiles are on the prowl for food or information Roxanne finds herself on the seat of her bike watching the last rays of sun dip below the Russian sky and hums an old Johnny Cash tune. She's never alone, but in these in-between times she can talk to him - kinda. Neither her or the demon are at peace or would know what peace looked like if they had it. The only part of being an exile she can't take is knowing what she does holds Johnny and everyone else she ever knew's soul in the balance. It's why she doesn't fight him when he takes her over and her bike away from her night after night leaving her a dazed and confused wreck every morning. Even as he tears her up and takes everything she has the Demon is becoming her only friend. She heard about this on the news once - Sweed syndrome or something. It's where you and the guy who's doing bad things come to some screwed up understanding. You start seeing his side of things and his world gets to be yours no matter how sick it is.

Stockholm syndrome it puts into her mind. I can read everything you think. You're beginning to look forward to getting out.

"Only time I'm something other then a lost hick no one wants to look at too close," she murmurs in response. "But ah still ain't as bad as some. An' it could be worse. Ah could have no clue as to what was happ'n to me."

She can feel Zarathos chuckle as it rips her down and open again, kicks up the stand and fires off into the night.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]exiles_baddie
2009-10-05 07:37 pm UTC (link)
There is evil in this place, but its a difficult ride. There is no one innocent here, no one truly virtuous or free of guilt. Humans and mutants alike have the sins of idealists, people willing to do anything to defend their homes, people willing to risk everything to find a home.

Worse, amidst it all, the demon can sense there is one here who is truly guilty, true evil... and it can't find him or her. The evil one is too magically shielded to locate beyond being able to feel their presence.

But that impression does finally lead to another thread - its agents are about, and the rider can sense them, hidden underground in the sewer system beneath the capitol.

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[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-05 10:49 pm UTC (link)
It's like an itch you can't scratch and Zarathos by his very nature wants. He revs this conveyance his host has taught him to rise and bears down on the source of evil by using an half-forgotten transit tunnel and then shattering walls until he reaches the source and then looks.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]exiles_baddie
2009-10-06 12:16 am UTC (link)
She breaks into an open vaulted area where a trio of men in black, wearing ski masks are setting some kind of bomb deep under the capitol building.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-11 02:06 am UTC (link)
In a world where there is no innocence, these people are not just desperate. Their desperation has turned to rage and what they have done with that rage fills the senses of the Rider. With and inhuman growl the demon revs the engine and takes out the hammer, throwing it at the bomb.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]exiles_baddie
2009-10-15 07:53 pm UTC (link)
Along with the rage, the Rider senses another driving force for their actions. Simple greed. Someone is paying these men - someone inside the palace.
The hammer strikes the bomb, which explodes in a storm of fire and shrapnel. Certainly not at the critical point the invaders had intended, instead just consuming two of the men themselves almost entirely, their burnt husks hitting the ground. The other two are injured, one badly enough to be left trying to crawl away, the other running deeper into the tunnels.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-15 08:10 pm UTC (link)
The crawling man will be easier to find later should there be a need. The Rider chases after the running man at full throttle.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]exiles_baddie
2009-10-27 09:14 pm UTC (link)
He is little challenge for the Rider to track down, even less to take down. He doesn't even have time to draw his gun before she's on him.

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Re: Meanwhile...
[info]uneasy_rider
2009-10-27 10:10 pm UTC (link)
Fiery hands hold him in an iron grap as they turn him and stare into him. Guilty...

All the sin, violence and lies he has committed in his chase for survival flood him in an instant. The pain he has caused burn his soul like hot brimstone. It was not enough for him and his associates to live. No, they had to make sure other people would not live. Some of these people the Ghostrider sees could have helped this world free itself from its own pain. All those possibilities aborted and there is something behind it. Something this man knows, but does not know.

Who sent you?</b? The terrorist faints. His mind is a distant thing. Whatever this devil is, it has protected this filth from exposing too much of it. Sneering, the man is dropped into a puddle of muck. She an hear in the back of the tunnel. Something has alerted investigators, and there is nothing more to learn here. Reluctantly, the Rider resume her ride.

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