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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 2:21:28 GMT -5
New York had been… Well Eventful was a ‘nice’ way of putting it. If you asked Freya though she’d call it a pain in the ass. And if her answer didn’t make it obvious, she was pissed, more so then anyone had seen in quite a while. If it weren’t for having spent her entire life trying to separate emotion and power, she probably would have destroyed the school, and just about every other home in the immediate area.
At the end of the day, Freya and the X-men took quite the beating, but they’d managed to capture the elusive Phantom. Or, rather, Freya had. It wasn’t like the X-men had been much help after the terrorist decided to even the odds. In the end, they’d decided to bring the man back with them until they knew what to do with him. Which, brought up the biggest problem. How were they going to hold him? He’d made it pretty clear that he was a force to be reckoned with! Even Freya hadn’t been able to defeat him!
Finally though, it was decided that they’d let him have some… Fun in the Danger Room. The room was supposed to be invulnerable, after all! It should be able to hold him as long as they made sure he didn’t figure out a way to get out! Sadly… That meant keeping him occupied so he didn’t try! Even sadder? That meant the only person that hadn’t been completely pummeled by him was the one being forced to keep him entertained…
And that happened to be Freya.
The man had been thrown into the room, with little to no care, in his unconscious state the doors sealed shut. Freya sat against a wall, unusually relaxed for someone that was angry enough to try to destroy everything in sight. Anyone in the room would know otherwise. It was just over a hundred degrees in the large room, an obvious sign of her raging temper.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 2:43:01 GMT -5
The fight in New York had been intense, beyond intense actually. Rory had been fighting the man known as Cain, as well as a team of X-Men AND one of the Elensars all at the same time. As many of them soon found out though, "The Phantom" had gained infamy for a very good reason. After beating the team of X-Men and the Elensar woman at the same time, it seemed victory was at hand... Were it not for the fact that a building practically toppled on top of him, knocking him out.
When he embraced the darkness, unconscious, he had no idea what was going on or what was going to happen; practically in a dream state for most of the time. He never felt the helicopter ride back to the mansion, never knew that the X-Men had picked him up, and especially hadn't known that they tried to get his suit of and couldn't, so instead they penned him up like an animal.
After quite some time, Rory finally opened his eyes, to darkness. His suit had powered down in the explosion to protect it's core functions. Slowly, the screen in his helmet flickered, then came on. On the outside of the helmet, it was revealed that he was awake as the eyes of the helmet, which matched the eyes of the skull painted on it, suddenly flickered on; glowing red.
As his suit ran diagnostics on itself, he weakly stood up, glancing around the room. It appeared that he was in some sort of... Training room perhaps, or perhaps a prison? It was hard to tell. There were no windows, no doors, no features at all really. His suit read that the temperature of the room was well over one hundred degrees, thankfully his suit had it's own climate control, so he felt none of the heat. Either way, it was strange though.
As he turned around the room, against the far wall he saw a woman sitting. A woman with fiery red hair, green eyes, and beautiful features... The Elensar woman, Freya. Immediately Rory reached for his blades, they were gone... Then his guns... They were gone too. Apparently while they couldn't get his suit off, they successfully stripped him of all weapons.
"Where am I?" Was all the suited figure asked to the woman, as he calmly stood back up, arms resting casually at his side. While he appeared to be relaxed, it was obvious he was tense as well, ready for anything...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 2:57:38 GMT -5
Okay, maybe Freya wasn’t locked in the room just because she hadn’t been beaten to a pulp by him, or, well beaten as badly as the others… She was in here because she’d basically volunteered. The thing about Freya was, if you pissed her off enough, you weren’t rid of her until she was through with you. Even if the person her wrath was aimed towards had won the first round…
Freya hadn’t moved from her spot in quite a while, even when the Phantom started to come to. She just sat there, bright green gaze watching him intently, as if he might disappear if she looked away for even a second. And after seeing what he could do? Well, he just might disappear!
It took him a few moments to really come about, and when he did…. For some reason it didn’t seem like he was all that worried. Interesting… At least, until he spotted her. His reaction was normal, she guessed, but Freya didn’t seem to care, that sour look still on her face. “Don’t bother. We aren’t that stupid to leave you armed…”
When he finally spoke up though, she scowled, her poor mood showing through a little more clearly. “Why does it matter? It’s not like you’re going to get out, so I don’t see much reason for you to know.” Oh yes…. She was in a foul mood. Normally, she would have taunted the ‘prisoner’, willing to answer most questions honestly, making it very clear that they wouldn’t be getting out, so there wouldn’t be any harm.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 9:40:51 GMT -5
After a few moments of standing there, a small screen popped up on Rory's visor. His suit was only thirty percent restored, but it was climbing. For now he only had his core functions, meaning his suit couldn't do all the special things it was doing back in New York... Yet. Rory sensed that this woman was going to attack him, he prayed that his suit would get back to one-hundred percent before she decided to.
"Your tone is harsh." The cool metallic voice rang out, echoing across the room. "You seem to forget that you attacked me. I was merely defending myself." While that was true, defending onesself generally ends once the attackers stop attacking. In Rory's case, once they stopped attacking in New York, he went on the offensive, resulting in their current injuries.
Rory began taking slow steps toward the beautiful red head, the closer he got, the more imposing his size seemed compared to her; especially in the suit. "Now you hold me against me will... Alone?" Rory glanced around the room, his suit picked up heat signatures... above them? Apparently they were underground, but there were no heat signatures anywhere nearby, though he was sure there were probably cameras in here.
"Your friends left you here alone? How do they know I won't hurt you, kill you... or worse." Rory said, only a few feet from Freya now, "Let me go now, or I will be forced to hurt you again." Veiled under his words were an obvious taunt, calling her out to the fact that he beat her once already. He had a feeling that if she wouldn't show him the door out, he could get her to do it another way...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 13:35:33 GMT -5
The restoration of his suit wasn't the only thing climbing. It seemed that now that he was awake she wasn't quite so concerned about keeping the temperature at a livable level. Already it'd climbed another ten degrees, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.
His comment actually made her twitch. If that didn't say just how angry she was, nothing would. Oh, how she wanted to attack him... But for the moment she managed to keep herself under control. For how long though.... Well, that was the million dollar question.
And now he was getting closer. Not the smartest ideas when she was already at the point where she wanted to turn you to dust. The temperature skyrocket to two hundred, far past the point where a normal person would be able to survive. If it weren't for that suit of his, he 'd probably be down just like everyone else exposed to these temperatures. She didn't stand up though, just sat there, fuming. Sadly, the more he said, the more angry she seemed to get. The temperature continued to climb, only this time a fire had sparked, flames licking out towards him, daring him to take another step. A part of her wished he would, if only because she could blame what happened next on self defense.
"......." And then... The worst of the insults came. "... I don't think so. I haven't had my revenge yet." She rarely used this tone, with anyone. Even Rory(though she still didn't know this was Rory), had never seen, or heard her this angry. The flames were turning white, a sign of their own rising temperatures. Then, with out warning, they lashed out like a dozen serpents, intent on roasting him alive.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 16:33:18 GMT -5
It didn't take very long for Rory to see that he was getting through to the woman. Well, getting through meaning that he was pissing her off to levels that would have been scary were he not afraid of death. The screen on his visor flashed slightly, showing that the temperature was rising rapidly and in seconds passed two hundred degrees. Though his suit was not made of metal, but a special type of carbon fiber, it would have been incredibly hot to the touch. Inside, he was still very cool, and would be well over four to five hundred degrees.
"Revenge? That's funny..." Rory said, still moving toward her slowly, when without warning she lashed out at him with her powers. The fire completely consumed him and his suit, making it impossible for Rory to see and for her to see Rory as she attempted to burn him to a crisp.
Though she likely couldn't see him because of the fire, Rory was still calmly walking forward, the outside of his suit began to softly glow red. As he knew he was probably only a couple feet from her by now, still engulfed in fire, the temperature on the outside layer of his suit was climbing so fast he had to act now.
Calmly he reached down to his forearm and turned a large dial that was flush with his suit. After a few clicks he let go and prepared himself. The instant his suit hit eight hundred degrees, which he was beginning to feel the heat by the then, several vents opened all over his suit and blasts of what looked like white smoke sprayed out. As soon as the vapors hit the fire, they hissed loudly, like an entire pit of angry snakes. The fire around him was blown back, and the air around him cooled dramatically, and revealed just how incredibly close to Freya he was.
Without hesitation he lunged forward, sliding onto his knees and slamming his hand into Freya's throat; pinning her against the wall while he knelt beside her. "I though revenge was best served cold..." He finally finished what he was saying, gripping her throat tightly.
She would likely feel that his suit was incredibly cold now, so cold it would hurt to touch for a regular person. Rory had fought fire controlling mutants before, none as powerful as Freya, but had still fought them. So he took it upon himself to customize the suit with a few tricks to throw them off. One of them was what he was using now, supercooling the outer layer of his suit to levels that would leave frost on whatever he touched. It couldn't last forever mind you, and if it got hot enough it would shut off the mini-reactor that caused it. However, most mutants couldn't get that hot... he knew Freya wasn't most mutants though...
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 17:30:44 GMT -5
The Phantom might think he had accomplished something with pissing her off anymore, but when she was already furious to begin with, just about anything made it worse. And when she got this angry…. Well not even Tari was able to talk some sense to her.
His mocking her didn’t help all that much either, only making things even hotter. The temperature was probably around 250 degrees now, and still climbing at that insane rate, even when she had literally attacked him with the intend to kill him. Sure, the X-men didn’t want the Terrorist dead…. But they’d overlooked one, very important detail. Get Freya mad enough, and she doesn’t care what you want, she does what she wants. And right now, she wanted to kill him.
Freya couldn’t see what he was up to, the flames obscuring her vision. She could imagine, and hope, that he was withering in pain, though. Suddenly though, she felt the drop in temperature. Actually, she most definitely felt it long before he would have, being a Pyromancer and all…. The woman’s eyes went wide in shock. What the hell?!
And then, all the flames were gone, the drop in temperature extinguishing them instantly. And he was right there, far closer then he should have been his hand closing around her throat before she could even react to the whole thing. She grimaced, but not from his grip… From how cold he was. She hated the cold…. Feared it even. And, amazingly it seemed to affect her much worse than you would expect for a Pyromancer.
Suddenly though, her anger seemed to rekindle, static suddenly building in the air around them, the source obvious. She might be ‘known’ as a Pyromancer, but that didn’t mean she was limited to fire. A seconds pause…. Before Lightning left her finger tips, streaking towards him.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 18:11:05 GMT -5
Ice spread across Freya's neck as Rory gripped even harder, he was beginning to leave large bruises where his fingers were digging into her thin neck, this was going to be over quickly it seemed. Though he didn't let his guard down yet, according to his visor she was registered in his database as an Omega level mutant... It was odd though as she wasn't fighting like one. Generally Omega level didn't just mean power, it meant skill over that power, perhaps she was just underestimating him though. Her mistake.
Then, before he could react, it felt as though a freight train hit him in the side of his head. If he had been able to feel the static build up before he would have reacted faster, but while his suit was incredibly advanced, sometimes too much protection was a bad thing. Thankfully, the shock didn't kill him thanks to the suit, but he was knocked back away from Freya, sliding across the floor. A large hole appeared in the armor about where his ribs were, revealing skin underneath. After a few seconds though it seemed as though the armor began repairing itself and growing back, and in moments you could no longer see skin.
"Well... Shocking." He muttered as he pushed himself back to his feet. With a vault, he launched back up into a standing position, facing Freya, time to turn of the heat.
He ran at her, leaping to the left and rolling, much faster than any human would have been able to move. Springing out of the roll he jumped to the right, closing the distance between he and Freya rapidly, while making it obvious that he wasn't going to stay still. Jumping into the air, he kicked at her head, but just before he would have made contact there was a loud clicking and it looked as though his suit was turning into... water? In seconds, it seemed as though he disappeared as his suit blended in perfectly with the grey background. It likely became very obvious to Freya how he had been able to fight all of them back in New York now that she was able to actually SEE his suit do that.
In the next second his there was a slight clicking again as he suddenly appeared on the opposite side of her, an uppercut aimed for her gut. Rory knew he was going to get hurt, there was never an Omega mutant he fought that didn't hurt him badly... But he was going to be sure that she realized she was going to be in just as much pain.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 18:52:15 GMT -5
You would think the frost wouldn’t settle, that, like most Pyromancers her own body temperature would melt it on contact. It was quite the opposite with Freya, the woman far more receptive to the cold then most. It wasn’t shared often that when it came to her and her sister, Tari was the one with a ridiculously high body temperature, while Freya had a ridiculously low one. It was their own little secret….
As for why she fought more like a Class four then Omega…. Well you would just have to see what happened when she was forced to go Omega. Then… It wouldn’t be hard to figure out why she rarely displayed the ability.
Freya actually looked smug as he went flying, as if she expected him to just put up with the abuse and let her zap him again. She actually sort of did, but she was strange when she was angry. Strange in the sense that if she had her way, you would just take whatever she threw at you with out retaliating at all. Slowly she rolled to her own feet, her powers reheating the air and melting the ice on her.
Fire didn’t erupt this time, instead, there was just that building static. She’d found something that worked unusually well against him, after all. So why should she change her strategy? Ah, the wonders of Freya when she was angry…. She wasn’t much of a schemer, just threw whatever she wanted at you.
She hated fighting opponents faster than her, and t his guy was definitely faster than her. It probably had something to do with that useful suit of his. That actually seemed to irritate her even more! At least she wasn’t forced to rely on technology to fight… Even more irritating was that he wasn’t ‘cooperating’ and staying still!
As he raced towards her more lightning left her fingers, unlike before though, she missed. Dammit. She tried again with the same result. Apparently hitting a moving target wasn’t the best idea… And then? Just like that he seemed to vanish. What the hell?! She didn’t even see him reappear on the other side of her until it was too late. The hit actually made her see stars as she stumbled slightly.
It was then she decided something. She was done playing games. Slowly, very slowly, she looked back at him, her eyes on fire. And by ‘on fire’, it was meant quite literally. Actually, her eyes weren’t the only thing ‘on fire’, any more. Her whole body was being engulfed in flames…. Or… Turning into flames? If he thought it’d been hot before, the temperature was well over five hundred just in the immediate area around Freya, while Freya’s own body seemed to be climbing closer and closer towards nine…
Flames started to break off her body, engulfing the whole room in an infinite inferno…. That looked far too much like what people would call Hell.
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 20:04:00 GMT -5
When Rory landed the punch on Freya, he knew immediately she could be beat. What she did next didn't matter, she had shown her weakness multiple times. She was bull headed, she knew she was powerful and thought that she could bully her way in a fight, never deviating from a simple attack if it worked. Her anger would be her downfall, it blinded her, and Rory would show that to her.
Just as he was about to attack again though, she made a move he had been anticipating, but hadn't expected so soon. He took a slight step back as he saw the fire burst from her eyes, and then her body, the entire room igniting as if it were a giant furnace. The temperature on his visor was rising so fast he could barely keep track of it. He was going to have to act fast, this was what he was planning from the beginning, now it was just going to be a matter of whether or not his plan would work.
Slowly he stepped away from her, as the heat seemed to be rising faster the closer he was to her, and stepped into the flames. It was a risky move, but every move was risky from this point on. His suit clicked a few times and slowly blended in with the flames, making it impossible to tell where he was as the flames themselves were constantly moving.
"You know what they say... Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, you cannot hit..." His metallic voice echoed tauntingly around the flaming room. Suddenly, in Freya's ear she would hear a whisper, "What you cannot see.". He lunged forward with his knee toward her stomach, as soon as his suit touched her it started glowing red. Not to mention being this close, even the inside was starting to get how as she overpowered it's cooling system.
Not waiting to see how bad his attack hurt her, he spun on his heel to throw an elbow at the back of her head, then another spun forward with full on punch aimed square at the middle of her face. Rory didn't wait to see what landed before he rolled away into the flames, he knew whatever was coming next was going to hurt, he just wanted to make sure he made her feel some pain first.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 22:01:11 GMT -5
Of course her anger was her biggest weakness, most people just weren’t smart enough to try and use it against her, because she got unusually dangerous when she got angry. It just wasn’t safe for a normal person to be near her. Sadly… That suit of his made it possible for him.
Freya hadn’t intended to go Omega, at all. Why? Well, fire was extremely dangerous to begin with, and when the woman did go Omega, her body was forcibly changed into flames. As you might guess, that wasn’t a process her body liked, or accepted, and could have life threatening consequences if she stayed like it for too long. She had to get rid of him fast.
Even though he seemed to vanish in the flames, Freya didn’t seem to care, or… Well it was actually pretty hard to tell what face she was making with her body the way it was. All she did in retaliation was increase the flames even more so. She was about to speak in return when she felt that knee to the stomach.
She almost doubled over, stumbling a little. Before she could even compose herself she was seeing stars again as something hit the back of her head. Miraculously though, she somehow managed to avoid the punch to the face. Freya didn’t move for several moments, flame body highly upset with the beating it was getting. People never approached her in this form! And yet here was someone actually beating her up in it! Still a little scrambled from it all, she straightened. “I don’t need to see you…. As long as you’re in my flames…”
Everything got hotter, to the point that the whatever the metal this room was made out of was starting to melt. She didn’t intend to let him survive this….
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 22:52:51 GMT -5
As the heat in the room increased even further, Rory was beginning to question whether this was a good idea or not. It was going to be the riskiest thing he had ever done, well, maybe not ever, but definitely in quite a while. His visor was beginning to flicker as the heat was shutting off the functions of his suit. Come to think of it, he had only ever killed an Omega level mutant one other time with this strategy, and it nearly lead to his true death... He could only hope this one would work out the same way.
Soon, his visor completely shut off with the heat and all data shut off. While not completely blind, he could only see what his eyes could see. The heat was beginning to seap into his suit, melting the outer layer. Rory staggered with the heat, pieces of metal dripping off the roof and landing around him.
Though he didn't know it, he had staggered almost to her feet. His visor cracked with the heat and pieces of his suit began melting off, exposing skin in some places. The skin exposed immediately began burning, sizzling, boiling, and charring. Even through his cracked visor he could barely make out her form through the smoke and fire.
He reached out, as if trying to hit her, but fell to his knees, then to his face. Smoke rose from his body, bits and pieces of skin exposed everywhere, all burned black. There was no doubt that he had died... In all appearances, Freya won.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 23:19:38 GMT -5
Freya really didn’t care what she did to the Danger Room as long as she got this jerk. She wanted him dead, right now. And to make sure it happened, she kept raising the temperature, even though she knew he wouldn’t be able to survive much longer, even with his nifty little suit. She still didn’t even know where he was in the room, but it made no difference to her…
And then? She heard him drop. Finally! Actually, she could see him! He’d fallen right in front of her! All the flames extinguished, even the ones that made up her own body as she returned to normal.
Oh, he was most definitely dead, she was completely sure of that. She stepped away from the body, using the wall as support. Freya was actually paler then before, from exhaustion and the effects of using her powers to their fullest. Perhaps that hadn’t been the smartest ideas. She could have killed herself after all! She moved towards where she knew the door was, sliding to the ground near it so she could catch her breath and recover away from what remained of the man. The X-men would probably come down to see how she was doing soon enough… She just had to wait.
At least she felt a little better, not nearly as angry as before. In her slightly calmer state she was able to get a good look at the mess she’d made…. She grimaced. Oh, the X-men were not going to be very happy with her… At all…
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Post by Rory Ashe on Apr 19, 2011 23:58:15 GMT -5
Death. Death was a familiar friend to Rory, throughout his life it had been the one constant thing for him. If he wasn't meeting death personally, then he was introducing it to other poeple. Right now, he and death were meeting again for the first time in almost a year. Though, while burning to death was one of the more painful ways to day, it was fortunately one of the easiest come back from. So his time visiting death would be cut short.
As he lay there, most of his body exposed and burnt, if one had been watching they would notice something incredibly odd. One moment, all of his exposed skin was blackened from the fire, the next it was as smooth unblemished as when he entered, better in fact.
Slowly he stood up, his chest, part of his back, his face, and parts of his lower body were exposed; and none of it was burned. Very slowly, the suit that remained on his lower body began rebuilding itself. After a few minutes it looked as though he was wearing black armored pants. He glanced around the room after standing up and immediately spotted Freya, leaning against the wall and looking very weak.
Weakly he limped forward, but with each step it was apaparent he was getting his strength back. The suit looked as though it was crawling up his body, almost like some sort of disease. Each step was far more quiet than it should have been as he moved toward her, standing up fully after a few steps, and glancing around. The damage she had done was very impressive, she was definitely an Omega mutant. No Alpha could have ever dreamed of doing this.
Soon he was only feet from her, half of his upper body still exposed as well as his head, a smirk on his face. "Well, round two was good... Ye up fer round three?" Without the helmet on, his Irish accent shone through loud and clear. He dusted some debris off his shoulder, and took another step forward, ready to end this once and for all.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Apr 20, 2011 0:16:45 GMT -5
Freya sat there for… who knew how long. Long enough for him to recover, apparently! Her eyes closed as she rested, the French woman softly panting. She really doubted she could do something like that anytime soon…
As she rested, the woman realized one rather interesting, but not reassuring fact. It was much harder to breath in the room then it had before. Great… When they said they were sealing the room they meant it. Anything that could be used as an escape had been sealed, even the vents! No oxygen was getting in, and her display of power and burned most of what was in the room to begin with. How perfect….
After a while, her eyes reopened, just in time to see movement, actually. What the hell?! Instantly she looked, hoping her eyes were just playing a sick trick on her. No… They weren’t… He was…. Alive?!
Rory…
Freya’s eyes went wide in pure shock. No. It couldn’t be Rory! Her mind was playing tricks on her! She was hallucinating! Or…. Something! It just wasn’t Rory! But hearing that familiar accent… It was like cold water had been dumped on her. How could this…. Be Rory..?
“….. Rory…?”
Please…. Please be wrong. Please, somehow, let this be some cruel trick of her mind!
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