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onearmofhydra ([info]onearmofhydra) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-04-18 19:26:00


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Entry tags:anya stark, armadillo jr., bea dayspring, crosshairs, guardian, martin baum, plot-"attack in the night", team - thunderbolts

Attack In the Night
Night settled on the city of Cambridge and the activity level in the city slowly died down as the hours of the night progressed. Midnight came and went and the minutes and hours rolled slowly by. By three am there was almost no activity on the sidewalks and an occasional car rolled down the street.

The quiet of the city night was shattered by a loud explosion at the location of 491 Broadway. The explosion sent brick and mortar in all directions and the concussion blast set off the alarms of nearby cars. Men in yellow uniforms with full yellow helmets on poured out of four nearby transports and rushed into the hole in the side of the building created by the explosion.

The men in yellow weren't the only ones who were interested in getting into the renovated firehouse in Cambridge. Another small team had been sent to retrieve a certain device and schematics for it. That team wasn't going in by the gaping hole created by the explosion.



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[info]magic_hands
2012-04-18 11:13 pm UTC (link)
Martin never consistently slept at either his room in the HQ or at the sanctum, he tended to alternate between the two to whatever he felt like. That night he'd been up studying his spell book in the armchair in the living area, and had fallen asleep, still curled up with the book open and resting face down on his chest.

The explosion jolts him awake and causes him to jump out of the armchair and hit the floor hard. His sparking hands grab onto the armchair to try and catch himself but it only ends up turning the thing into an explosion of purple butterflies. Muttering under his breath, on impulse he sends out a panicked telepathic message that comes a little louder than it should.

What happened?!

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[info]charmedlife
2012-04-19 02:51 am UTC (link)
It would be hard to say what hit first. The vibrations of the explosion, or the Realization.


We've got an explosion, and we also have some much more subtle intruders. If all of you will deal with the former, I'll go after the latter.

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[info]soft_inside
2012-04-19 11:38 am UTC (link)
Manny wasn't sure what wok he up, the explosion or Martin's telepathic shout. Aside from an instinctive mental curse at being abruptly woken up, Manny quickly goes into professional-mode, and heads out to the source of the explosion.

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[info]no_relation
2012-04-20 09:42 pm UTC (link)
Jack nearly falls off the kitchen ceiling when the explosion hits, then takes off down the hallway as alarms go off. Bad guys! He gets to fight bad guys! Not just reckless drivers and purse snatchers, but some guys that are big and noisy enough that they can't be missed.

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[info]anyastark
2012-04-20 10:49 pm UTC (link)
"You heard the lady," Anya said as her face mask closed. "Let's teach these guys what happens to people who invade our home."

The roof above her slid open and Iron Girl flew up through the opening.

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[info]goesbothways
2012-04-20 11:08 pm UTC (link)
"How the hell is a girl supposed to masturbate with all the mortar shells going off?!?!" Kelly yells through her door.

In truth, she was cleaning and oiling her pistols, but that's no fun to say.

"Huh... masturbation with mortar shells... I'll have to see if the attackers have any spares." she muses more quietly, before getting the coms message.

"Subtle is my middle name. Want to point me in the direction of the ambush, sister dear, while the big, noisy folks deal with the gunners?"

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[info]magic_hands
2012-04-21 12:26 am UTC (link)
Frustrated, he waves away some of the purple butterflies still fluttering around, and tries to adjust his comm. He doesn't trust his telepathy control not to accidentally transmit something to the intruders, so he decides to forgo using that ability now.

Okay, on the second floor in an open area with a bunch of intruders coming up soon. That meant time freeze spells wouldn't be so useful with those numbers, and his larger, and more experimental, spells were a definite no if he didn't want to destroy the building. Well that just meant one of two things: get creative with this fun or, if it got out of hand, take off one of the limiting spells on his gloves. Option two would mean the time spells would be actually useful but...he didn't want to have to do that needlessly.

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[info]anyastark
2012-04-21 01:05 am UTC (link)
"Okay. Martin, Manny and Jack you're with me. Kelly and Bea, yell if you need some help."

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[info]charmedlife
2012-04-21 01:18 am UTC (link)
"They're coming down the opposite wall, through the windows. Some....I'm not getting specifics but I'm not liking the vague impression. See you there."

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