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With Great Power Comes... Shiny Faux Gold Belts, pt. 1
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Aug. 24th, 2010 @ 12:58 pm
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The Exiles disappear from the asteroid in the midst of massed armadas after the fight with Thanos, down two of their number. After the grandeur of space and sweeping cosmic nature of their last mission, its kind of a shock to the system to end up in a dusty parking lot outside a massive arena. Currently the place is empty, though signboards flash up some of the current events planned to take place there in the near future.
Just as pressing, of course, there's a couple new faces in their midst.
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Back in Black
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Jan. 21st, 2010 @ 11:58 pm
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Quinn kept his mouth shut (for a change) and stayed near Wrecker. Klaw was sealed inside the building and the other three were still bound by mystical bindings.
He did a quick check on the others.
Sarah was facing off against the Hulk.
Rose was squaring off against Screaming Mimi and Agnar.
So business as usual and unless they were in dire straights, he wasn't going to blow his cover so to speak. Quinn was just waiting for the right moment to take out the whacko he was following.
His other teammates should be getting here soon.
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I Want To Rock and Roll All Night, And Party Every Day
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Dec. 13th, 2009 @ 04:02 pm
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Once they had decided to split up and approach this one from two different angles, Quinn teleported his small group to the location of the concert. They arrived outside of Madison Square Garden amidst the normal crowds of the New York Streets. Their sudden appearance went mostly unnoticed, maybe getting a second look or two but nothing more.
The concert was still two hours away.
"A'right, mates, let's go see what can be done here."
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Start It Up!
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:10 pm
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With a pop of displaced air, the Exiles appear in a new place.
Most of them immediately recognize the streets of New York city, even at night from the dark alley in which they have appeared: the Empire States Building and the World Trade Center's lights can be seen in the distance. Posters for bands and upcoming concerts plaster the walls. People pass by along the city streets.
"Okay, Sarah, what's the... hello?" Patriot's voice drops off as he notices that there's someone new with them.
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In a New York Minute....
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Oct. 14th, 2009 @ 07:15 pm
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They arrived in New York a few seconds after leaving Moscow thanks to Blink. Quinn could have done transporting duty, but there was nothing wrong with sharing the work. It actually felt good to be moving again. They had spent a few days in Moscow while Wanda cleared the way for her to leave for a short while.
While they were waiting Natasha had filled them in with more information about this world and how bad it was. As bad as it was, there were a few small spots of hope. Natasha, God she was hot and Quinn would have shagged her in a second if Patriot wasn't already doing that, had told them that someone connected to New York's Hellfire Club was helping and harboring mutants. The identity of the "Angel of New York" was unknown, but Quinn believed they could find him or her.
There was also mention of Project Bifrost that the Red Skull was working on. There were no details about it since Natasha hadn't been able to find much about it. She said she had nearly been killed trying to get what little information she did get. Magneto had under the advice of an adviser decided not to pursue that matter. Quinn would bet money it had something to do with Thor.
Thor. Quinn bet if Thor had come to this Earth like he had in Quinn's dimension and others from the sound of what his teammates said, maybe the world wouldn't be like this. Or at least as bad.
Quinn looked around. It was quite obvious that this wasn't the New York he knew and loved. "Well mates, what's on our agenda besides getting some cash and finding a place to crash?"
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Welcome to Latveria Hope you Enjoy Your Stay
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Aug. 3rd, 2009 @ 05:32 am
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Quinn was getting a lot better with his accuracy when teleporting. He had managed to set them down a few hundred yards outside of Doom’s castle. The last two attempts had been rather successful. The ones before had been failures as he had teleported himself a few miles away from where he had been aiming.
They were still invisible, but Quinn knew Doom would know they were here soon enough. Not much got past Doom, at least the one he knew and he didn’t think this one was too different. “Let’s get moving,” he said as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing in his head. He’d kill for a beer right now.
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Onward to... something
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Jun. 18th, 2009 @ 09:10 pm
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The villains are all either unconscious, or they've surrendered. They initially weren't saying anything about the teleport pad, but Patriot is able to demonstrate that he's found it and proven he has some idea how it works. They'll let them know, at least, that its locked - it can only bring people here or return them to base, its not an all-purpose teleporter. Any scans or checks seem to confirm that information, at least. To the degree anyone here knows teleporter technology, at least. They'll also inform them they're currently in the 'Free State of Australia', whatever that is. Otherwise, they're not being very helpful.
"So, options?"
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 02:50 pm
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This time its almost expected.
Just like their first mission last time, the Exiles show up in their first mission together 30' off the ground and falling. Sarah catches herself, switching to hover, and grabs for the nearest non-flyer, reaching automatically for her shield with the other hand.
The land beneath is parched, packed Earth, not much cooler than the desert they just left. The terrain all around is scrub, with some hardy trees and brush providing some cover and shade to the east, and otherwise a lot of nothing in most directions. Definitely nothing in the way of civilization.
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The more things change...
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Jun. 2nd, 2009 @ 10:17 pm
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The Exiles all find themselves transported from the desert to... well, another part of the desert.
In the middle of this flat area, however, an area of tiled floor sits, with a chalkboard set up on one edge. And all the Exiles sit in old-style school desks, mostly a little too small for them, wedged in however much needed.
A balding man stands by the chalkboard, waiting patiently for everyone to settle in and pay him heed after the sudden change of surrounds.
"Welcome... or welcome back, as the case may be. Coffee? Muffins?"
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I've been through the desert...
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May. 28th, 2009 @ 05:47 pm
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One moment she felt her lips on Anya's. It was a dream and nightmare come true, each in their own ways. The Talus sent a jolt up her arm, and suddenly instead of everything she'd gotten so used to, and the feel of her best friend and crush next to her, she felt warm wind, and a bright light made her shield her eyes against a scorching sun.
She knew right where she was. Back in the desert where everything had gone so horribly wrong. Even as alike as most deserts ended up, she somehow just knew.
Sarah sinks into the sand, drawing her knees up to her chest and settling her head on her knees, trying to collect her thoughts, trying hard not to cry, trying to be pulled together when someone else showed up.
The Timebroker can wait.
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