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


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Entry tags: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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[info]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.

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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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.

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