nextgen_media (nextgen_media) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-03-09 02:02:00

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antaeus, cosmopolitan, inactive - chris pym, inactive - danielle cage, inactive - dream catcher, inactive - james romanov rogers, inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, inactive - molly hayes, inactive - swashbuckler, misha loganovich, npc - dark riders, plot-"horsemen of the apocalypse", ryan spector, sammy fury, sylvia mccoy, team - avengers, team - x-men

The End is Nigh! (Dark Riders vs X-ers and Avengers)
"We interrupt this regularly scheduled program to bring you this breaking report. It seems like a giant, what can only be called a citadel, rose from the very ground itself and covered almost the entire area of Central Park just moments ago. The monstrosity seems to be composed completely out of stone and there are no discernible entrances. What appears to be people on flying robotic horses circle the citadel. Who built this and to what end has yet to be discovered."

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dream_catcher
2010-03-11 10:18 pm UTC (link)

There! Some bit of her mind. He extends his mind forward, trying to find and follow that trace of humanity amidst the beast.

*It matters to me. You're a beautiful girl, with a mind, with dreams... the only way you're a freak is if you let Apocalypse win and do this to you.*

His hands tense on the spear, readying himself for when the chains release. He's not in her league, but he's no amateur either. He just needs to hold out long enough.

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	pym_kitten 2010-03-11 11:04 pm UTC (link)
	Everything hurts! Can't... think! Bones.. out of my skin! The chains finally slip and the beast rushes forward, diving on Lucas with jaws wide open. One of its paws hits the ground clumsily though, it's balance falling off as it would be closing in. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-03-11 11:10 pm UTC (link)

That's it! He has it now, how to win this fight without winning it.

He takes advantage of her stumble, even so, only barely avoiding her. He intentionally takes a wound on his hand from one of the bone spurs, and uses his own blood to mark the wound on his shoulder, corresponding to where the spur is, creating a sympathetic link and beginning to forcibly heal her injury, trying to make the spike go away, or at least stop hurting in that spot, trying to ease her mind, and find a way to connect to the bestial mind at the same time.

*I can ease the pain, heal the bones, put things right, but you have to help me, Chris. Just concentrate on calm, focus, think... calm, easy... I can help you.*

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pym_kitten
2010-03-11 11:31 pm UTC (link)

There's a sickening mix of cracking and scraping noises as the bone spur starts to break apart and recede. The beast starts to stumble, impaired by the searing pain around it's joint. It's beginning to subside though. Chris' mind calms as the beast starts to become more able.

*Help me. Don't want to hurt you. Want to hurt everyone though!*

The beast charges again.

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dream_catcher
2010-03-11 11:36 pm UTC (link)

He takes advantage of the moment of stumbling to close the gap on her other side, dodging her charge only because he's gained position on her side when she lunges. Still, he had to cut it close, blooding himself on one of her other spikes, and getting slammed aside by her massive shoulder for his trouble.

Still, he paints the sympathetic wound on his shoulder in his own blood, the same blood trickling down her spike, creating another sympathetic bond of his own life's blood, freely given.

*I don't want to hurt you.* He reassures the animal, even while speaking to Chris. *I want to heal you, make the pain go away. Clam your mind and I will help you.* he replies, as he sets to healing the second spike.

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	pym_kitten 2010-03-11 11:43 pm UTC (link)
	The beast begins to waver, shaking its head sharply, yowling as it tears up the ground and winces its eyes shut. Fix me... please. I'm dangerous! There's a whimper from behind the slowly subsiding blood-lust. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-03-11 11:50 pm UTC (link)

Without so much of the blood lust, he can help her. He hates to do it, but he speaks a few words meant to calm an animal mind, usually used to ease the mind's of the birds and nervous small animals of the woods until they got used to him. He hopes it helps a little here.

He catches a swipe of claw in trying to get close again, the wounds leaving long bloody marks in his chest, though he avoids taking any internal injuries. Still, closer than he'd like to have gotten.

He dives at her side, grabbing onto more of the spikes, using them to try and pull himself onto her back. As his hands bleed out over more of the spikes, they too fall under the healing spell, and sympathetic wounds begin to spread over his neck, back and shoulders.

*You're not dangerous, you're my friend. Relax, and I will take the pain away.*

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	pym_kitten 2010-03-12 12:01 am UTC (link)
	The beast screams and spasms again as more bone spurs degrade or recede. It falls to the ground, diminishing somewhat in size as it struggles to get its bearings. A choked demi-human voice gurgles its way out. "Mmmmrrooorrnnnsssteerrrrrr! Mrraake itrrr paaaaay!!" Rage is still boiling over, but it's humanoid rage. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-03-12 12:06 am UTC (link)

He clutches tight to her shoulders, ignoring the pain and spikes. When he lets go, its only with one hand, sketching more ancient symbols over his flesh, the sympathetic wounds growing angrier, a few cracking open and bleeding down his back. But he's winning.

*Chris, calm, relaxed, I know you're in there.* Its all he can do for now, find some thread of her, and continue easing the terrible pain, healing her even at cost to himself, and try and use all the spells he can to calm the animal mind, make it trust him.

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pym_kitten
2010-03-12 12:32 am UTC (link)

The thrashing subsides, fading into a low yowl of discomfort, as Chris' mind reasserts itself. Her form starts to shrink in size, her eyes focusing again.

She stops at her hybrid form, remnants of bone spurs still coming from her shoulders and elbows, but they're only lightly pronounced. Her claws are longer, and her canines protrude more, but she has her mind back.

"I..." She drops to her knees, looking at her hands. "I'm me... I'm me..."

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	dream_catcher 2010-03-12 01:57 am UTC (link)
	By this time, he's covered in wounds, real and sympathetic, which doesn't really matter. Bloodstains and markings drawn in his blood cover his biceps, shoulders and chest, and his breathing is labored, but he did it, without striking a blow. "Always." he agrees, trying to sit back up after they drop to the ground. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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