tommythetree (tommythetree) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-02-07 23:03:00

Entry tags:

exiles, inactive - black tom cassidy, joe marko, npc - omega red, plot-"from hell with love", plot-"horsemen of the apocalypse"

Wakin' up the neighbours, (Open to Joe Marko and Omega Red)

Somewhere remote and out-of-the-way on the grounds for Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, there was a dull thunk.

"Ow."

Tom stumbled back, wincing, one hand clamped to his head. This was officially not his day. He tried to focus, but the pain (and the dawning suspicion he'd gone for too long without taking his tablets, accompanied by an unpleasant mental pressure and feeling of fogginess) got in the way. He leaned forward against the tree he'd just headbutted, one hand out to steady himself.

He'd been fighting, that much was clear. The odd, slightly pricklish sense that signalled he'd been using his powers, as well as the fact that he had just nutted a tree, rather distinctly implied that. But he was alone out here, that much was sure, and right now he had absolutely no idea why.

Slightly more importantly, he didn't know where "here" was, either, or where he'd been the last few days. He had vague memories of getting into an argument with Terry- something about his christmas letter- and then blankness.

He glanced around the strangely familiar woodland.

"Tom, man," he muttered, one hand drawing his shillelagh from his coat, the other bringing his hip flask to his lips, "you've really gone and done it this time..."

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	nextgen_baddie 2010-02-10 06:47 pm UTC (link)
	Strength and constitution don't help quite as much when you're not on solid footing. The barrage of vines pushes Omega Red away a fair distance, cutting short the attempt by the tentacle to get hold of Tom just yet. He lands with a snarl and then sends a tentacle at each of them. Kill 'em all and don't bother sorting it out later. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

tommythetree
2010-02-10 08:39 pm UTC (link)

Tom's cursing gets gradually more audible, more filthy and more angry. This is really not his day, and he's feeling in a bad way.

His wooden fists send bark across his chest,
And crowns of green lay claim to all his-

No. He winces, stamps down furiously on the Wooden King. Now is most definately not the time, not when he's so out of place. He twists out of range of the tentacle, attacking with his vines again.

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	cant_stop_this 2010-02-10 11:46 pm UTC (link)
	Joe held up an arm, letting the tentacle wrap around it. Before his opponent could do anything, however, he put his strength into pulling his opponent toward him, drawing back a fist for when he came near. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2010-02-12 04:53 am UTC (link)
	Arkady lets out a shout of surprise as he goes hurtling towards the large oen, trying to increase the strength of his pheremones. The other tentacle continues fighting to take hold of Tom, to bring him in between Omega Red and the oncoming strike. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

tommythetree
2010-02-12 09:40 am UTC (link)

Tom snarls, twisting and fighting to keep out of the grip of that tentacle. In a brief moment of temporary respite, he drops to his knees, slaps his palms to the ground, and sends his power surging through the grass and trees surrounding them.

The grass lunges upward, growing until it reaches chest height of all the participants, and wraps itself thickly and tightly around Omega Red's tentacles and body. Newborn trees, weeds and stinging ferns snarl his legs and chest, stopping his flight.

Tom glances over at his new-found compatriot.
"You can't let him touch you," he calls tersely. "His power lets him drain energy from anyone he gets into contact with. Mutants for preference, I'm given to understand, but that won't stop him from trying to take a bite out of you."

As he speaks, he draws his Shillelagh purposefully, before advancing on Omega Red.

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	cant_stop_this 2010-02-12 10:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Little hard," Joe said, still trying to figure out who this guy was. "Since my power is punching." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2010-02-13 09:48 am UTC (link)
	"Allow me to relieve you of the burden of further debate." Arkady snarls as Tom immobilizes his body, for now. The coils, carbonadium and fairly strong themselves, continued to strike out at their targets. However, cutting off Omega's mobility greatly cut down on their force. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tommythetree 2010-02-13 02:36 pm UTC (link)
	Tom ducks as the coil nearest to him lashes out, striking upward with his shillelagh to knock it aside. "Relieve this, you vodka swilling shite!" he snarls, before dropping into a sprint, his shilleagh raised to brain the russian mutant. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cant_stop_this 2010-02-13 11:46 pm UTC (link)
	Joe dodges the tentacle this time, and frowns. He needed some ability to strike at a distance. Fortunately, the rock garden would supply. Grabbing one about the size of a baseball, he put his strength into throwing it at Omega Red. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2010-02-14 01:11 am UTC (link)
	On the ground, Omega Red could withstand such a blow, although not unflinchingly. In mid-air, with no traction, it hurls him back several yards. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tommythetree 2010-02-14 01:33 pm UTC (link)
	Tom reaches Red as he hurtles backwards, and with an almost elegant flick, strikes him three times around the neck with the shillelagh. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cant_stop_this 2010-02-14 08:33 pm UTC (link)
	Joe readied another missile, just in case that wasn't enough. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_baddie 2010-02-18 04:48 am UTC (link)
	Arkady hisses and retracts his coils, extending them away from his opponents. He's hungry, but the big one nourished him some already. He'll find easier prey and return. He flees, as fast as his legs and coils can carry him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

tommythetree
2010-02-19 12:53 pm UTC (link)

"That's right, ya little gobshite, run," Tom mutters, watching the russian vanish into the distance. A part of him wanted, oh so badly, to follow, and wreak havoc as it went. But now was not the time; violence could wait until he'd established what was going on.

Tom turned and looked at Joe. "Now that we've sorted out that little problem, would you care to tell me where I am?"

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	cant_stop_this 2010-03-07 12:21 am UTC (link)
	Joe frowned. He sure wished he could figure out who this guy was. "Xaiver's School for Gifted Youngsters," he said. "And... thanks, for the hand there." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tommythetree 2010-03-07 02:53 pm UTC (link)
	Tom blinked. Considered for a moment. Glanced around. Lit a cigarette that smelt quite definatively illegal. Inhaled, and turned back to Joe. "Right. Okay. That fits. Question two- who're you? No offence, I mean, you seem lovely, but I've been here for goin' on a decade now, and I've never seen you before." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cant_stop_this 2010-03-07 05:30 pm UTC (link)
	"Funny thing," Joe replied. "But I could say the same thing about you." Still, the guy had helped him out. Benefit of the doubt time. "Joseph Marko," he said, with a thumb toward himself. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

tommythetree
2010-03-08 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Tom nods greetings and takes a long and dedicated toke.

"Black Tom Cassidy. Marko... okay. Cain Marko, yeah? Because I'm pretty sure the Juggernaut I know doesn't have any relatives livin' barrin' Charles Xavier, who you decidedly are not."

Another toke.

"This implies somethin'. Either I have overindulged a bit and am hallucinatin' this whole affair, you're a plant from someone else who profits from me thinkin' Jugsy's got someone up the duff, raised the kid and kept me unaware of this for, estimatin' by the look of you, twenty years or so, give or take a half-decade or two, or..." and here he knocks the ash out of his joint on the shillelagh, "one of us is in the wrong universe."

He growls in annoyance.

"Sometimes I really hate being an X-Man."

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	tommythetree 2010-03-08 10:14 pm UTC (link)
	Tom blinks. "Marko? As in... Cain Marko? The Juggernaut?" He looks at Joe again, then sighs irritatedly. "Ah. Fuck. Okay, that... that explains a fair whack. Either you're lying, and I'm going to extend you the courtesy of assuming you're not, or one of us is in the wrong universe." He growls, and takes a furious pull on his joint. "Fuckin' TYPICAL." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cant_stop_this 2010-03-08 10:24 pm UTC (link)
	"That's my father," Joe said. "So I'm guessing the wrong universe person here is you." He frowned. "And the drugs probably aren't helping." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tommythetree 2010-03-10 12:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, knowin' my luck, that sounds about right." He takes another angry pull on the joint. "It's medicinal," he adds, shortly. It's a half-lie, but right now he's not in the mood for clarification. He takes another toke, and then stubs it out. "Right. Now we've that sorted out, I need you to give me a hand with comparison. Tell me about this universe, yeah?" (Reply to this)(Parent)

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