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x_projectYes, it's the love meme! Isa and I have been talking about posting it and finally talk has become action! Here's the drill: every player has a comment below for folks to leave love. It doesn't have to be words, gifs are also good. We're going backwards to distribute the love evenly (people get worn out by the end of the alphabet, so lets start with them this time!).
We've also included links to the player's wiki page and their character's logs, so you can take a refresh peek at what they've been doing. We'll also link to the individual threads from the player pages, so you can go back later and bask when you need it.
No negativity - if you can't say something positive, don't say anything at all, as the saying goes. ;)
If for any reason you'd rather not be included ping Isa or I and we'll quietly remove your thread. Or, if giving feedback publicly is a bit much, you can email the person directly (email addies are available on the player pages).
No time limits - do your best and no love is too small!
(Thanks Walks for these!)
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player.
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player's character.
Five words or a gif your characters think of when you think of this player's character.
Three random things you'd love to see this person's characters do.
You and this player can travel anywhere in the world. Where would you take them?
What's the first log or character moment that pops into your mind when you think about this player?
We've also included links to the player's wiki page and their character's logs, so you can take a refresh peek at what they've been doing. We'll also link to the individual threads from the player pages, so you can go back later and bask when you need it.
No negativity - if you can't say something positive, don't say anything at all, as the saying goes. ;)
If for any reason you'd rather not be included ping Isa or I and we'll quietly remove your thread. Or, if giving feedback publicly is a bit much, you can email the person directly (email addies are available on the player pages).
No time limits - do your best and no love is too small!
(Thanks Walks for these!)
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player.
Five words or a gif you think of when you think of this player's character.
Five words or a gif your characters think of when you think of this player's character.
Three random things you'd love to see this person's characters do.
You and this player can travel anywhere in the world. Where would you take them?
What's the first log or character moment that pops into your mind when you think about this player?
Re: Cai
Date: 2022-09-01 08:02 pm (UTC)"We wouldn't," Clint said, sticking his soups in the microwave on defrost. "I'm not saying there wouldn't be angst and shit, but a) I trust my SHIELD contacts to give me a heads up and b) we've got enough people here to make whatever alphabet agency tries to surprise us regret every decision in their history that led them to that moment. We've got at least two super strong, invulnerable people, a couple teleporters, actual assassins, a whole team of badasses who traipse around in black leather trying to do good things for the world, and that's not even getting to the magic users or people who don't typically use their powers offensively but who could, in theory. Plus, there's the jet. And I legitimately don't actually know what physical security is so far as kill traps and things are out there... and the magical protections.
"Like. They might know some of what we're capable of, but not all of it. And they'd have to find us first. Like Scott, who was in the control room for us, he could blast artillery out of the sky before it even got to us. My best friend, Tasha, she could just sneak behind their lines with whoever else of the spies wants to go and all of a sudden guys are dropping like flies from knives and poisons. Have you ever seen a very small woman in a funny hat crush a car with her bare hands? I'll have to introduce you to Molly, she's awesome. And there's a woman on my team who can literally sprinkle faery dust on people, gets people high as a fucking kite, my friend. Like. Overall, we're like an anthill. It's best to just leave us alone. Cause if you kick over the top of our hill, we're gonna make you go into anaphylactic shock."
Forge blinked. "Yeah." he said. Privately he had his doubts but he could see where Clint was coming from. "We're not the only ones with assassins and big nasty guns." he pointed out. "But I see your point. Works pretty well when we're the choice for mutants."
"No, you're right. We're not. And to be honest, not everybody here is willing to kill. In a 'it's me or them' situation, maybe, but that hampers things in actual combat when you're not sure if the person you just left behind is gonna pop up against at some point and shoot you in the back. There's a lot of factors and every plan's FUBAR'd as soon as first contact's made, so." Clint thought about the Sentinel program, what he'd helped to disrupt and how it was only a matter of time before the guys in charge of that operation popped back up somewhere new with different funding and the same deadly kind of tech. "Everybody has to keep moving forward, improving. And that's one thing we're good at here, at least. All the teams are constantly training, constantly building up strategies and new ways of dealing with whatever threats might come at them in the field as well as here at home."
"No wonder you guys asked me to come onboard when you heard what I could do." he mused. "Not wild about being part of the next big arms race but if we're gonna have it anyway, I want to be on the side with the biggest guns and coolest tech." he said. "And hey, shove over. Some of us are starving here."
"Hey, it's not all about being a resource or a tech monkey, y'know. The spies in X-Force make sure we know what's going on and where and handle a lot of international threats, the X-Men are proactive about handling threats in the US, though they're usually more of a 'mutant is a threat, try to bring in and turn over to the appropriate authorities.' X-Factor Investigations is ground-level, especially in District X, so they've got their ear to the ground for things like corrupt cops and shit. The Institute works to help mutants through other, more... I dunno, charitable ways? And eXcals is dealing with..." Clint paused, puffed his cheeks out, and then said, "Well. An unstable Einstein-Rosen bridge that's partially attached to our dimension and time in the Chapel's basement and seems to be fucking other, alternate realities. Also, Atlantis. And Asgard, when necessary, but we share that with X-Force."
Terry - Terry, Allison, Christmas carols and a baseball stadium full of giant crabs. Classic.
Terry suppressed the urge to stomp her foot. "I don't sing," she said, gesturing wordlessly at the crabs approaching them. "Wait -- wait, no. I can -- I know God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen."
Alison.exe has stopped working. (A)bort (R)etry (I)gnore?
"You're kidding, right?" Alison said, turning to actually really look at the music heathen in her midst. Yes, the crabs were coming over the walls in the outfield, but they were all the way at home plate and they weren't very fast and this was more important dammit.
"You don't sing, you haven't watched MegaMind... what, do you hate puppies too?"
Terry looked from the approaching crustaceans to Alison and back again before clenching her fists briefly and saying, "Actually, I prefer cats, but I like dogs just fine." Then she hummed a deep thrum low in her throat and pushed a shield outward to surround them. Immediately after it had settled, she opened her mouth again, held the mic up to her mouth, and yelled into it, "God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember, Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day."
Orange electricity and singing bubbles crawled across her skin as the massively amplified voice of an already voice-based mutant slammed into her and everything on the field. The champagne sensation was almost enough to knock her to a knee.
"HOW DO YOU NOT SING?!" Alison yelled, doing her best to be heard over the din. "WAIT, DAMMIT, LET ME AT LEAST START THE MUSIC!"
Except that Alison very deliberately didn't keep Christmas music karaoke on her phone, so when she reflexively hit the play button on whatever she happened to have highlighted at that minute, what actually came over the speakers, layered in a cacophonous blend with Terry's acapella, was the bubblegum pink fluff of Hayley Kiyoko.
It sounded... well, it was sound?
And then the crabs were too close for her to contribute any more distraction to the moment, and she let the ocean of electricity crawling across her skin focus to a point on her fingertips. Oh yes, she could work with this.
"To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we have gone astray," Terry continued, not sure what Alison was playing over the speakers. It took a moment for the sparks and pinpricks of light haloing the younger woman to form up into something more tangible, but when they did -- Terry almost lost her train of thought and the line of the song she was on.
It wasn't dazzling, as she would have been blinded, but the refined light shining at the tips of Alison's fingers glinted sharply, miniscule daggers of sheer radiance. "Oh, tidings of comfort and joy -- comfort and joy. Oh, tidings of comfort and joy."
The first laser left her fingertips like a cannon, a purple sword of light that left a trail of dazzling sparkles in its wake. It slammed into the lead of the crab crowd and just... kept going. The front crab took an extra step forward before its left half fell one way and right half fell the other. As did the crab behind it. And the one behind that one.
Somewhere in the back of the crowd near what used to be the center field bullpen there was an explosion of dirt and metal as the laser finally hit the ground, launching a wave of earth and crabs alike high enough to break the windows on the highest floor of the pseudo-warehouse building behind the stands that housed the club's offices.
Alison looked at the devastation, then down at her fingers, then back up at the incoming waves of crabs.
"...holy shit."