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<Jrnystar> @@
<Soap-man> @@
<Torrent> @@
<Phantasm> @@
<Takillya> @@
<Beast> @@
**********SIM BRIEF***********
COMMANDER SMITH HAS JUST BRIEFED X-FACTOR ON A RISE IN MUTANT TERRORISM IN THE AS-YET-UNRECOGNIZED EUROPEAN NATION OF MANVORIA. A GROUP KNOWN AS THE RENEGADES HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOK IN THE DIPLOMATIC PROCESS, AND RECENTLY ASSASSINATED THE PRIME MINISTER OF THIS SMALL COUNTRY.
SINCE X-FACTOR HAS BEEN TRANSFERRED TO FBI CONTROL, THEY ARE ALSO BEING SENT TO INVESTIGATE THIS GROUP, AND PREFERABLY, STOP THEM.
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SCENE> COMMANDER SMITH SITS AT THE HEAD OF THE WAR ROOM TABLE, GATHERING HER VARIOUS FOLDERS AND FILES TOGETHER. THE WALL OF MONITORS HAS COME ALIVE, DISPLAYING VARIOUS ASPECTS OF MANVORIA SUCH AS SITES OF THE RENEGADES ATTACKS, ETC
<CmdrSmith> ::glances at her watch:: I leave this to you, now. Go.
<Torrent> ::scratches his head::Um....what do we do now?
<CmdrSmith> You will be joined by several new members... ::glances at a security monitor that shows another vehicle arriving:: I took the liberty of calling in a comrade of yours, Henry McCoy... he will be more than capable of attending to the medical condition of your teammate Hazard... also with him is one of the FBI's own, who will be going by Phantasm.
<CmdrSmith> ACTION> THE BLACK CAR WITH JRNY, BEAST, AND PHANTASM PULLS UP TO THE FRONT DOOR.
<Jrnystar> ::gets out of the car::
<Phantasm> ::gets out of the car and looks around::
<Dragon> ::stands up, scanning the papers Smith handed them, and mutters:: be nice if they could at least tell us what we're going up against here...
<Beast> ::Bounds out of the car:: Ah, much better. Room to stretch.
<Iceman> ((Hank? Finally some people I actually know...))
<Takillya> so do we know the powers of the renegades?
<Jrnystar> ::looks down at his Shirt and Vest:: Mcoy, i think you're shedding
<Beast> Bobby! ::Grabs Ice in a crushing bear hug:: How's my favorite ice cube? ::Looks around:: And can someone point me in the direction of the little mutants room, perhaps? Long drive.
<Torrent> ::leans back in his chair drenched in....what looks sorta like sweat::Is it hot in here?
<Jrnystar> ::tries to brush the blue fur off his black shirt:: gah.. i need a lint roller
<Iceman> ack! ::collapses in a chair::
<Iceman> ::grumbles:: nice to see you too Hank
<Dragon> Nope.... ::holds the papers out to Tak:: We just get a nice fuzzy little photograph of a dark blob, with several other taller lighter blobs nearby... and a flying blob. Helps so much, ya know.
<Dragon> ::walks to the front hall, waving to the newcomers:: Hey guys... two of you I know, at least... ::looks at Phantasm:: You, on the other hand...
<Jrnystar> ::smiles and waves:: heya drags, nice to see you again
<Takillya> hmm... ::takes the photos and goes to sit down in a chair in a corner:: some kind of cloaking device, perhaps?
<Phantasm> ::tucks his shades away in his pocket:: Alex Aaronson. ::reaches out to shakes drags' hand::
<Dragon> ::shakes Phants hand:: FBI agent, Smith said?
<Beast> Blob? Mr Dukes perhaps, or a second cousin? ::Nods at Drags:: He doesn't seem to talk much. I guess he's more the tall, dark and silent type? Or perhaps Mute? Ah. I am mistaken. He speaks. ::Grins, moving around the room, quickly to shake everyone's hands::
<Soap-man> ::looks at the newcomers:: hi
<Torrent> ::stands up wiping off his brow::Well, this is nice. I am no longer the newbie.
<Phantasm> Yeah, the higher ups thought my special talent would be best put to use here.
<Jrnystar> ::half smile still trying to get teh fur off:: Beast, you're going to the groomers first chance we get
<Iceman> ::leans back in his chair merely observing and contemplating throwing something::
<Dragon> And what is this special talent of yours?
<Beast> ::Backflips into the air, deftly landing in a chair next to Ice:: Something amiss, old friend? And what brings you to the land of government work?
<Phantasm> Well. . . ::makes himself look like drags and uses her voice:: It's not really useful though.
<Iceman> I'm not sure exactly, Hank. I just seemed to have ended up here..
<Iceman> maybe it was the tax breaks ::shrugs::
<Dragon> ::pauses, quirking an eyebrow:: We'll see about that...
<Takillya> ::stand up and goes over to th others:: it looks like some sort of cloaking devidce is being used or one of th Renegades can distort their appearance on camera.
<Jrnystar> ::blinks as a starfield around him appears::
<Dragon> ::looks at Tak:: Or the picture was taken from a long ways away, in bad light, at a bad angle.
<Takillya> perhaps.
<Beast> Ah. Well, so much the better. ::Grins and says quietly:: The old pail of water over the door trick, for the new guy later? ::Chuckles ever so slightly::
<Phantasm> ::returns to his normal look:: So did they breif you anymore than they did us?
Cracker is now known as Gambit
<Iceman> I see your time spent in the labs has made you ever the more cruel ::grins::
<Torrent> ::walks over near Drags::Um.....so are we leaving soon? ::is really wet::
<Jrnystar> ::quirks an eyebrow at Torrent::
<Dragon> ::hands Phantasm some of the papers:: I doubt it. Alright people, the jet in 10 minutes... or 5 if everyone gets moving... ::eyes Torrent:: {{Uh... you ill?}}
<Soap-man> ::looks at the photos:: maybe it's a bad camera
<Iceman> ::stands up:: duty calls...as usual
<Beast> Ah, indeed. The better to scheme, my friend. ::Grins:: Anyways, I believe it may be a good idea that I now check in on my patient. My regards to the Manvorians. ::Pats Ice on the back and bounds towards the Med-Lab::
<Torrent> ((I don't know. I just...)) ::wipes his brow again::((am really sweaty or something))
<Takillya> ::heads for the hangar::
<Phantasm> ::looks over the papers and follows drags to the hangar::
<Iceman> ::heads off to the hangar:: ((Hank seems a bit too chipper if you ask me...))
<Jrnystar> ::teleports the the hangar::
<Soap-man> ::goes to the hangar::
<Torrent> ::walks towards the hangar wiping himself off every few seconds::
<Gambit> ::enters the hangar::
<Jrnystar> {{Torrent: you ok?}}
<Dragon> ::hopeful look, entering the hangar, in costume:: Please tell me we have at least somebody who can fly the jet, now?
<Takillya> ::gets in the jet and takes a seat::
<Jrnystar> uh.. i can.. kinda.. I can fly the BlackBird
<Torrent> ((I'll be fine...I just need to sit down.)) ::Gets in to the plane and straps himself in::
<Jrnystar> ::gets in the jet and buckles up::
<Gambit> ::gets in the plan, and heads towards the pilot's seat:: Gambit can fly.
<Soap-man> ::enters the plane and finds a window sit::
<Iceman> ::crosses his arms:: ((I could fly...but I'm just not that mean)) ::grins::
<Dragon> ::takes a seat:: Ok, whoever's flying... the coordinates are plotted into the computer already
<Iceman> ::boards the plane:: Gambit can also talk in third person...
<Soap-man> What kind of Country is Manvoria?
<Dragon> A very small one.
<Phantasm> ::glances over at gambit and in his voice:: And can Gambit not refer to himself in the third person, mon ami?
<Beast> ::Flips in the jet, at the last second:: Ah, but what the mission would not do, without the assistance of Mrs. McCoy's favorite bouncing blue boy. ::Takes a seat:: My patient was secured, so that I might accompany you.
<Takillya> Beast, take a look at Torrent. he's not feeling well.
<Iceman> leave the poor kid alone, Tak, he's just abit wet behind the ears still
<Torrent> ::looks around::I am feeling fine, I swear.
<Soap-man> small as a town?
<Phantasm> ::snickers::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE JET LIFTS OFF, BLAH BLAH, OOH LOOK, THAT'S EUROPE DOWN THERE, YAY, WE'RE THERE.
<Torrent> ::looks at Ice::Nice pun, but that is about right....
<Torrent> ::wipes his brown to find nothing there::See look at that it's stop....((In fact..)) ::checks over himself and mutters::I am as dry as a bone.
<Beast> ::Gives Torrent a onceover:: Hmm..Hydrokinesis is your powers, right? ::Chuckles:: Reminds me of when Bobby was still new with his powers. You appear to be slightly dehydrated. Nothing serious, but I suggest you take a glass of water and call me in the morning.
<Iceman> hey! we won't go into your problems when you were 16
<Torrent> Um...ok((I don't see how that explains me sweating so much.)) ::grabs a bottle of water from his bag and gulps it down::
<Jrnystar> ::glances down at his black costume with the fur all over it then back at Beast::
<Dragon> ::stands up, stretching:: ((trans-atlantic flights... ugh)) So... ::looks out the window:: That must be Manvoria...
<Soap-man> I hope the plane hasn't ocuppied the whole country.
<Dragon> SCENE> THE JET HOVERS ABOVE DEEP FOREST, WHERE NEARBY ARE THE LIGHTS OF A SMALL CITY
<Jrnystar> wonderful.. ::stands up::
<Beast> ::Glances at Torrent:: Try and keep in shaded ares, too. ::Turns back to Ice:: Ah, Indeed. The good old days. ::Grins:: Remember the time you switched Scott's glasses?
<Iceman> boy was he mad... ::smiles::
<Gambit> ::takes off his seat belt think and stands up, glancing at the back of the plane::
<Beast> ::Chuckles:: And the Professor had conniptions..::Smiles slightly, then shakes his head::
<Torrent> ::unstraps himself and stands throwing the water bottle in a near by trash can:: Well lets go.
<Dragon> ACTION> ...SOMEONE LANDS THE PLANE. ON AN AIRSTRIP IN THE CITY. HOPEFULLY.
<Phantasm> ((My first day with the team and we hop a flight to Europe)) Movoria. . .Nopt exactly my first choice for a European getaway. ::unstraps, stands, and stretches::
<Dragon> ACTION> SEVERAL DIPLOMATS APPROACH THE JET SOMEWHAT WARILY, SHADING THEIR EYES
<Iceman> ::exits the plane:: hey! where's the Effiel tower thing?
<Jrnystar> {{uh Dragsy??}}
<Dragon> ::looks at Jrny:: {{What?}}
<Torrent> ::looks at the diplomats::Um...someone is hear to greet us.
<Dragon> Diplomat1> Ah, you are the FBI group, yes?
<Jrnystar> {{maybe one of us should maybe Psionically disguise beast?}}
<Iceman> ::grins as he sees the diplomats:: Greetings earthlings, we come in peace
<Dragon> {{Well... if the FBI didn't tell them they were sending mutants... that's gonna be the FBI's problem}}
<Soap-man> ::get outs of the planes and grumbles:: I hate Europe
<Beast> ::Bounds out of the jet, humming the tune to "Star Trekkin'", at hearing Bobby's words::
<Phantasm> ::snickers, and then gets serious:: Yes, we are.
<Dragon> Diplomat2> ::extremely confused look at Iceman::
<Jrnystar> {{ok.. just a suggestion>.}}
<Iceman> Take us to your leader? ::bites his lip::
<Jrnystar> ::teleports behind Iceman::
<Torrent> ::walks over next to the diplomats::If this is important shouldn't we be getting on it right away?
<Dragon> Diplomats1&3> ::eye Beast for a moment, then shrug slightly and turn back towards the building::
<Jrnystar> {{Icenman: Boo!}}
<Dragon> Diplomat2> This way, all of you please
<Iceman> ((Boo?))
<Jrnystar> {{just trying to scare you..}}
<Torrent> ::follows the diplomats::
<Phantasm> ::follows the diplomats::
<Gambit> ::follows the diplomat ppls::
<Soap-man> ::follows the rest::
<Jrnystar> ::follows the group, hanging back a bit::
<Dragon> ACTION> X-FACTOR IS LED INTO A BUILDING, WHERE THE ELEVATOR SEEMS TO BE OUT OF COMMISSION, SO THEY START UP SEVERAL FLIGHTS OF STAIRS
<Iceman> ::follows the Diplomats:: ((I'm starting to wonder about you Jrny...)) ::grins::
<Beast> ::Follows the diplomats, still humming::
<Jrnystar> ::grins:: {{wonder all you want icecube. ya know what?}}
<Dragon> Diplomat1> ::out of breath, motions to the elevator:: We are sorry... it was bomb
<Iceman> ((what?))
<Jrnystar> {{IceMan: I have a bad feeling about this. One of those, pre-mission you know something is just bound to go wrong kinda feelings}}
<Torrent> That makes us feel reassured. ::walks up the stairs::
<Phantasm> The building has been periodically sweeped for further explosvive devices since the attack though, right?
<Soap-man> what bomb?
<Jrnystar> i am not doing stairs.. uh.. what floor ::grin::
<Iceman> ((you just got cold feet, I do too, but I'm sure everything will be fine))
<Dragon> Diplomat3> ::smiles and nods at Phantasm:: Of course... sweep. You are here to stop terrorists, yes?
<Beast> Hmm..::Glances at the shaft, looking briefly for any traces::
<Phantasm> ::worried look::
<Dragon> ACTION> BEAST FINDS NOTHING IN THE SHAFT BUT SIGNS OF THE EXPLOSION AND MELTED CIRCUITRY FROM THE WALLS
<Soap-man> how many ppl does the country have?
<Jrnystar> {{ to team: um.. why do these guys worry me.. they don't seem very.. er.. confident }}
<Dragon> ::eyes the diplomats, following them up the stairs:: {{Yeah... maybe just the language barrier}}
<Beast> Hmm..::Shakes his head and follows the diplomats again::
<Jrnystar> {{could be.. maybe i should er.. "borrow" their language. It may make it easier to communicate}}
<Phantasm> Excuse me, but why are you using a building whose security was compromised? Aren't you afraid of being bombed again?
<Dragon> ACTION> THEY REACH THE CORRECT FLOOR, EXITING THE STAIRWAY, WHERE THEY ARE MET BY AN UNUSUALLY TENSE-LOOKING DIPLOMAT SITTING BEHIND HIS DESK
<Iceman> quaint...
<Beast> I'm not certain they're used to being bombed, Phantasm. And I take it you, are the Prime Minister's replacement, sir? ::Raises a furry blue eyebrow at the tense diplomat::
<Dragon> TenseGuy> ::strained look, watches something behind and to the side of them::
<Jrnystar> ::tries to do a light psionically scan the Diplomat's mind::
<Beast> ::Follows the tense guy's eyes::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE UNMISTAKABLE CLICK OF A GUN BEING COCKED SOUNDS BEHIND THEM
<Beast> Oh my stars and garters..
<Jrnystar> {{oh god.. i hate when i'm right}}
<Soap-man> (uh oh)
<Jrnystar> ::turns slowly around::
<Jrnystar> {{drags, you psi blast the loser, and i'll get the gun}}
<Jrnystar> ::looks at the dude with the gun::
<Phantasm> ::frowns and keeps his eyes on the tense guy::
<Soap-man> I never thought that sound was like in the movies or tv shows
<Dragon> ACTION> BEHIND THEM STANDS SEVERAL COSTUMED FIGURES--A MAN HOLDING A LARGE GUN, A WOMAN WHOSE SKIN IS SO DARK PURPLE IT APPEARS BLACK, A SHORT HAIRY MAN WHO APPEARS TO BE DROOLING ON THE FLOOR, A FLYING RED-HEADED WOMAN, AND A TALL BLOND MAN WITH A SHADED VISOR
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