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Who: Iron Maiden
What: breaking into Fates Tower
When: Durring the Carnival
Where: Tower of Strangefate
Interactions: Open to anyone NOT currently at the Carnival who'd like to be part of the strike team
Warnings: Crazy magicks

This had been quite a plan. From the conveniences of the Charity Carnival and the near limitless power of the Carrier they had worked out the perfect time to infiltrate Strangefate's tower. 'They', being Pepper and Angie. Pepper hadn't been able to convince Tony that Strangefate had done something to him. So she's played it smart and let him go to the Carnival to meet up with Karen Starr to talk business. Of course that meant that Oracle couldn't come along on this either. Her absence would more likely than not grab the Dark Avenger's attention. The people who were coming along this time had all been contacted with the details of the time of departure. And should be preparred for a door to open wherever they were which would converge on the interior of the Tower.

From there, they had to look for any prisoners that may or may not be awaiting Amalgamation inside the tower. And after that...they could finally pay a visit to Strangefate himself and hopefully discover just what was going on.

Of course, none of this would have been possible without the access she and Pepper had been granted to the Carrier and it's systems. Which in turn had given Angie access to technology that whe could integrate into her nanites that created a kind of Magic-proof shell around her. And the people she was bringing along as well. She had decided to incorperate the feature into the technology she used for Radiotelepathy.

Just a little longer and...

"Door; Strangefates Towers lower level".

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Date: 2012-08-28 05:26 pm (UTC)
i_am_the_maxx: (His hands were changed)
From: [personal profile] i_am_the_maxx
Maxx was in a jail cell. Again.
He broke that guy's jaw, and other puny bones in his body.
At least jail guaranteed food, shelter from the rain, and a bed.
But when that lady came and told him about...doors and...magic and...evil, Maxx was compelled to help, and so he sat quietly on his slim prison bed, waiting for his invitation.

When the door opened out of thin air, Maxx stood, the bed groaning with relief that it no longer was forced to support his bulk.

He poked an experimental claw through the door then pulled back. No worse for ware. Then he strode on through.

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Date: 2012-09-05 09:12 pm (UTC)
i_am_the_maxx: (Default)
From: [personal profile] i_am_the_maxx
Maxx managed to keep quiet, but looking around at the others, he noticed the strange gun-toting man all in red who was bouncing on the balls of his feet, excitedly.

Two more doors opened and two more individuals walked through them, both tall and dark and certainly not heroes. Maxx narrowed his eyes at these two new guys suspiciously.

As soon as Jackie walked in through his door, he sought out a shadowy corner and hung back. He checked his guns, making sure they were in working order. He had a handgun at each hip and slung over a shoulder was a rifle.

He wanted a cigarette, but the smell wouldn't be a good idea.

The Showman was quiet, waiting. His shadows slid long along the floor and touched Jackie, little snickers and hisses seemed to clack and whisper their own private conversation from within the black.

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Date: 2012-09-11 05:39 am (UTC)
theatre_of_real: (Mr. Showman)
From: [personal profile] theatre_of_real
{{"Hmmm..."}} Mr. Showman closed his eyes and his sockets looked black thanks to his eye makeup. {{"There is some thick, spectral miasma permeating all through the building. If you give me a little time I should be able to pull a little thread from his tightly wound shroud askew."}}

He felt the need to explain further. {{"A domain, an alternate dimension, is like a ship, a boat. And every boat needs to be sealed tight and free of holes. Let in a leak..."}} He opened his eyes and smiled to himself. {{"...and all hell breaks in."}}

He smoothed out his cloak. {{There's a small spot in the holding cell observation office/control room that I managed to slash.}} He waved a hand and a window hovered before them. Then he pointed at Deadpool.

{{You, no not you. I changed my mind, you'd make too much noise. You}} He pointed at Jackie, who was already screwing a silencer onto one of his handgun. {{Fire at will.}}

Jackie looked at Iron Maiden for the all clear.

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Date: 2012-09-11 08:49 pm (UTC)
jackieestacado: (Default)
From: [personal profile] jackieestacado
Jackie took aim at the 'window', the back of a man faced them all, and Jackie fired. The bullet hit with a small 'ping!' and the guard collapsed.

Deadpool was the first through the portal and he patted down the body. {{Maybe there's keys or pass-cards or...hey!}} He withdrew his hand and counted out the change he found. {{43 cents!}}

The body had re-animated and Deadpool was grabbed by the throat. The body rose, somehow appearing at least twice as massive as it had been.

Maxx jumped through the portal and swiped his claws against the guard, who was now very obviously some sort of mechanical man. He clawed at the golem's back, then grabbed his head and twisted.

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Date: 2012-09-11 09:15 pm (UTC)
axel_asher: (!?)
From: [personal profile] axel_asher
Just down the hall, a young man lifted his head hearing an unusual commotion. Access hadn't been expecting to have anymore visitors since Strangefate and Caitlin had taken Tony up to the Study. And while the woman had popped in earlier to leave his evening meal Axel nevertheless knew nothing of what was going on outside the tower. These new noises sounded promising though. And he got up from the cold metal bench and walked to the edge of the transparent energy field that kept the cells secured.

There was a drone golem at the end of the hall and it was active. That meant someone had come here without being invited. And that...well that brought a smile to his face.

"Hey! HEY I'm over here!" Axel yelled since the cruved hallway obscured his view of the 'visitors'.

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Date: 2012-09-11 09:28 pm (UTC)
i_am_the_maxx: (Default)
From: [personal profile] i_am_the_maxx
Maxx punched at the golem's back, denting it, denting it, caving it in, he tried to dig his hand into the body and pull at anything that looked important.

Deadpool pulled a knife from a sheath on his thigh and stabbed it into the robot's face. "Metal morsel shish-kabob anyone?" Deadpool forgot about the whole telepathy thing.

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Date: 2012-09-18 04:55 am (UTC)
theatre_of_real: (Default)
From: [personal profile] theatre_of_real
Mr. Showman once again closed his eyes and concentrated. He raised his hands, as if reaching out, and his cloak began to swirl and seemed to expand. A red-ish glow began to surround his hands.

He knew right away that Strangefate was much more powerful than he, but Showman also knew himself to be arrogant enough to push his luck beyond the breaking point.

Jackie followed Angie without a word. He could hear the Darkness complain about the lack of shadows and shade; it hated being restricted. Though under the shadows of his long coat his Darkness armor protected his body, and he had hundreds of little monsters waiting in the wings as it were. If it came to that. {What are we looking for?} Jackie asked in his mind.

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Date: 2012-09-18 05:32 am (UTC)
jackieestacado: (Battle Damage)
From: [personal profile] jackieestacado
"...Damn." Jackie shoved his guns into their holsters and tore off his coat, fully aware that that would leave him very, very vulnerable. But all the same, he went to cover Angie with it.

But as soon as he stepped within a few inches of Angie he felt a sudden silence in the back of his mind, and something between his veins and muscles seemed to stop moving. He stumbled, dropped the jacket and looked at his own hands, which were shaking. It was gone...

Mr. Showman's eyes snapped open an instant before it happened. It was hidden like a trap-door spider, that enchantment, which is why it eluded him.

He retreated, stepping backward and away until he was once again with Maxx and Deadpool.

{you,} he pointed at Deadpool. {You're my bodyguard, I have to go into a trance. I think I can get through this spell if my body isn't in the vicinity. You, Maxx, go with Angela and Mr. Estacado.}

Maxx gave Mr. Showman a dubious look.

{Don't worry, Maxx. You're the only one who is fit for this job.} After all, Maxx was only a regular guy.

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Date: 2012-09-26 06:36 am (UTC)
agentslipper: (femme fatale)
From: [personal profile] agentslipper
The blonde woman in black ops gear and a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses stepped out of the wall behind them. Her silver heels made a soft click-click noise on the floor before she spoke.

"I'll say. I've still got the migraine from last time I did this shit. Luckily, the energy output was close enough to the other place that I was able to get here without splicing myself."

She set a dufflebag on the floor and unzipped it with a huge shit-eating grin. "And I brought presents this time."

Inside were an assortment of weapons, devices, and other brick-or-brack that had obviously been customized with magic. A few objects were mundane, looking incredibly innocent and very out of place for the situation i.e. a wind-up cat toy and a tacking hammer. For such a small bag, it appeared to be bottomless.

"Just remember that if you still have them by the end of the mission, you have to hand them back over immediately. They're on loan."

OOC: Cindy has resorted to Clark Kenting it with magical horn-rimmed glasses to protect her identity. We'll see how that works for her. :P