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ng_underworld ([info]ng_underworld) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2013-02-25 20:42:00


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Entry tags:adrienne batroc, anya stark, armadillo jr., bea dayspring, crosshairs, guardian, martin baum, plot - "lightning strikes", team - thunderbolts

Lightning Strikes
 Stephen Remus sat in the office of his penthouse, smoking a cigarette as he looked out the window.

"You have your team. You ready for your first outing?" Remus asked the figure behind him.

"Yes," came the audibly distorted voice. "We know where they'll all be."

Remus takes another drag of his cigarette before responding. "Good. You've all been practicing, let's see how you do against the real thing. Good hunting."

The sound of metallic boots are heard leaving as the figure goes to announce the mission's start.



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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-27 07:13 pm UTC (link)
And in the chaos of exploding magics, Gerald locked on Martin's signature and teleported behind him. A hand lifted up casually behind martin's head, glowing with mystic energy. "Checkmate, kid."

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-27 08:13 pm UTC (link)
Martin froze at the voice and turned slowly slightly to look at the guy over his shoulder. Had he been older, more cautious, or had a sense of self preservation, it'd be this point that would be smart to throw in the towel. But he was barely into his teen years chronologically and still had the overconfidence of youth that believed themselves immortal.

He was still standing on his usual blue disc that allowed him to fly by staying on it. All of a sudden the disc was no longer a platform but a hole to another dimension, the closest one he could think of in the heat of the moment to open a portal to, and he dropped into it and disappears as the disc does too once he's gone.

After a very long moment a blue flash appears in the distance, though Gerald will still make out who it is. A slightly breathless and more disheveled looking young mage sits on his disc. "That was close! Who'd you study with again?" Because maybe Dr. Strange would know the person.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-27 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Gerald shakes his head, impressed despite himself.

"I don't make a habit of naming my teacher. He had an outdated sense of how people are supposed to do things. I went my own way and have been learning on my own terms since."

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 01:05 am UTC (link)
"Hmm, but you know you're not supposed to pick fights with other magic people without a reason. And you're not supposed to use your magic for just anyone because you're responsible for it," Martin frowns. Dr. Strange had told him the second a lot, when you could almost be a magic power battery that lesson was very important.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 01:11 am UTC (link)
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "You are aware that magic users have fought each other throughout history right? Or did you neglect that area of study?" Gerald floated there with his arms crossed. "I already told you, I'm being paid. And who else would be responsible for my magic but me?"

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 01:24 am UTC (link)
"I said without a reason! I didn't say not at all. Without a reason is just rude. And I do a lot of studying!" Martin dusted off his hat and put it back on. "I mean if you got paid to blow up a building or something with your magic or to power something that does bad stuff, it's still your responsibility what that does even if you're being paid."

"So what's the dueling rules for this part now?" He didn't do these with strange sorcerers so he didn't know.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 01:26 am UTC (link)
"Never said it wasn't," Gerald replied. "I just don't care."

He raises an eyebrow. "Dueling rules? There are no freaking rules in a fight for your life!" He chants off a few word and launches a bolt of lightning at Martin.

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 01:29 am UTC (link)
"Well you were really taking your time there," he responds and throws up a disc to block the bolt of lightning and then makes his own disc fly off farther down the street to see if the guy will follow, all while start an incantation.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 01:33 am UTC (link)
Gerald curses darkly about "kids" before flying off after Martin. Gerald forms a new, brighter bolt of lightning between his hands and flings it at Martin.

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 01:45 am UTC (link)
Martin swoops to and fro on his disc, flying wildly to dodge the attack but all while not looking back and concentrating very hard on his incantation. The bolt hits and nearby building, causing more, rather flashy, damage to add to this fight. He just needs a bit of time so getting the guy to chase might do that. He'd done this spell a few times and he felt it only fair that if this guy got to fling fireballs that he would too. Except his version is much larger and has that pesky time requirement, it also meant he couldn't' teleport out while working on it. Hopefully it didn't blow up in his face like that last time against the talking cyborg pirate dinosaur.

As the chase goes on a small ball of flame seems to trail behind Martin growing larger and larger as it goes. He keeps up his concentration until that part of the spell is done. Then the fiery ball flares up and begins shooting fireballs at Gerald.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 10:19 am UTC (link)
"Shit!" Gerald is forced to throw up makeshift shield, albeit not as powerful as his last one, sending hi toward the roof of a nearby building.

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 07:28 pm UTC (link)
Martin stops and spins on his disc to see what had happened to his opponent. Upon closer inspection one could notice his giant fireball that had been shooting smaller ones was pulsating, as if it was trying to expand and blow but it was barely being contained. As long as he concentrated on this spell he couldn't teleport or conjure up discs without dissipating the fire spell. Unfortunate, but this one had a tendency to get out of control easily. So he settles for waiting for the dust to clear while staying on working hard to keep the spell in check and stay alert should Gerald pop up again.

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[info]lightningsquad
2013-02-28 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Gerald was pissed. This little twerp was getting on his last nerve. Then he noticed what Martin was doing and decided to improvise. He summoned an orb of light in his right hand and flung it above Martin. When it reached above him, its brightness suddenly increased dramatically in an attempt to blind Martin ad make him lose control.

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[info]magic_hands
2013-02-28 10:07 pm UTC (link)
As the orb of light flew out of the smoke, Martin frowned, confused by what this was. Before he had time to do anything, it went off in a giant flash, blinding the young mage. It was enough of a surprise that he lost grip on his control of the fireball spell and he could feel it slip from his grasp.

Shoot.

The fireball rapidly expands until it burst in a giant blast, fire spiralling out, charring building sides, shattering windows, and causing general destruction at the altitude they've been fighting at. Martin nearly gets knocked off his disc but manages to hold on and do a rapid teleport high above the destruction at last minute.

After coughing at all the smoke and ash that he'd ended up inhaling in, Martin frowns down at the destruction, looking rather disheveled even if his clothes were fire proof. They still had ash and soot all over them and Martin himself wasn't fire proof. "Ow," he grumbles and sucks on a burn on his exposed forearm. It was hard to tell in the chaos and all the magics around if his opponent had gotten out of the blast radius at last minute too.

That had not gone as planned.

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