Heroes: Shadows over Millenium

[Cynical Cat]

"Argent, it's always growing," said Blackheart. "Sometimes faster than others. If I worried about it, I wouldn't get anything done. I'll grab food when I can, either way a few hours won't mean much. Hitting the Freak Legion before they move, that means lives. A lot of them."

[LadyTevar]

"Argent, it's always growing," said Blackheart. "Sometimes faster than others. If I worried about it, I wouldn't get anything done. I'll grab food when I can, either way a few hours won't mean much. Hitting the Freak Legion before they move, that means lives. A lot of them."

For a moment, Argent simply stares at him, then it becomes obvious that she not only doesn't believe him, she feels like laughing at him. "Oh, yes, let us attack the Freak Legion now," she replies. "Now, while you are missing an arm, Gravitus is missing the other arm, and Legacies is showing his human side." Funny how sarcasm actually can feel thick.

"The attack on Freak Legion was a fool's errand to begin with," she snapped, with the worst lash of her sudden anger going down the link to Saibot. "Look at the team now, Blackheart... I do not know why the team is here, nor why the fight started, but I can see we lost."

The dragon's head reared up imperiously. "If you wish not to wait for the medics, I will teleport you all to Ultima. Otherwise, I will be going home."

[SirNitram]

The inferno of blue fire began to subside, as the figure within it stood. The flames outlined what, in it's own way, wasn't there, the arm Gravitas had lost. Unseen fingers plucked the ring off his hand, the bluish inferno vanishing, being sucked back into the ring.

"Saibot. You have my deepest gratitude for that. I hope there's no odd side effects." The ring was hanging in the air, as if the arm was still there, not just a healed-over-stump, and the hand on it was holding it.

"And yes, we came out of this bad. There is a serious issue to consider, however. The individuals we faced were government agents; all but Carver are now in temporal stasis, Carver now dead, or as close to it as something embodying the concept of Life can be." Gravitas had, apparently, figured out alot while he was out cold. "Which means we may face serious questioning back at the base, and the possibility of disciplinary action or simple buearacratic hell."

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart glared at her. "We won you stupid criminal bitch," he snapped. "I know learning is hard for you, but I thought your idiocy being dismantled by Cavanaugh might have taught you not speak of matters in which you know nothing. Being down a hand doesn't mean I can't fight. Go ahead, teleport the rest of them to medical and go back to mooning over Saibot."

[Cynical Cat]

"No one is going to question us," Blackheart snapped. "That means admitting ties which exactly what they don't want done. Mister disposable agents never existed. No one will admit to them."

[Dark Silver]

Saibot reached over, taking the ring from where it hovered in the air. He slipped it back on the moment it was back in his hands.

Beneath the helmet, he frowned, it wasn't from the anger he sensed down the link, or even the team arguing. The Ring, which was at near full power before, was nearly drained from the time spent healing Gravitas and eliminating Carver.

"No can do on the Freak Legion....if I do, it's without a good deal of my own firepower. The Ring needs another recharge from healing the demi-god."

[Cynical Cat]

"Fuck!" Blackheart swore. "Go. Recharge. If this costs lives I'm going to personally take it out of the hides of whoever is running those agents."

[frigidmagi]

Blast's head hurt. His vision was... Chaotic at the moment, energy sight and normal sight bled in togather and snapped apart with irregularity which caused odd visions to dance across his view and it made his head hurt.

The screaming didn't help at all and frankly he was getting fucking tired of it. He thought he left high school shit behind at high school after all.

Fuck it.

He pointed his arm striaght up and after a brief check to ensure he wouldn't hit anything and fired. Loud and Flashy but as little energy as possible, he'd been practicing. It still felt like sqeezing on a piss and that annoyed him more.

"Everyone quit fucking screaming like cheerleaders for the Love of God! I am sick and tired of y'all acting like you're all younger then me instead of older. So we are going to sit down and have a God be damned conversation over this and what we are going to do next without screaming, threatening or insulting each other or I swear by any Saints you care to name I am going to see about making all of you match Blackheart in limb counts. First though shut the fuck up and someone fucking get me a damn asprain. Not you Blackheart you're going to apolize to Argent for calling her a bitch or you're going to lose the other fucking arm. Not you either Argent you're going to forgive Blackheart for having a head of concrete and steel. Now are we going to all act our ages or is there going to be a 2nd fucking fight here?" He snarled his head pounding in time to his words.

[LadyTevar]

The shadowdragon cut off the snippy response she was going to make, ducking her head and closing her eyes to shield them from the bright flash of Blast's power discharge. She blinked again, this time is bemusement, as Blast not only snapped at her, but also at Blackheart, demanding an apology. Impressive... the little boy's growing balls... she thought to herself.

[SirNitram]

"Can't be helped, Blackheart. Plans and the enemy came into contact." Gravitas shrugged a bit. "I'm more concerned about whoever made those disposale Mr. Johnson's. They may not admit to sending them, but they can still cause havoc if they have pull."

Then came Blast's tirade, and there was a nod. "He's right, you know. I realize that no one here likes each other terribly much, but if Saibot can set aside his own feelings on Metas and other assorted abominations enough to help save my ass, we can all cool off. We're not gonna accomplish shit if we're wounded and bickering."

"Also, Blast, congratulations. Your control over your power grows. I'm gonna sooth my wounded ego and self by pretending I had any influence on that."

[Cynical Cat]

"Kid," said Blackheart, "I'm not in the mood to be threatened. Damp it down. The rest of you heal and rest up. We'll take the Freak Legion and Raising Cain when we can. There are things that I have to put in motion."

[frigidmagi]

"Kid," said Blackheart, "I'm not in the mood to be threatened. Damp it down. The rest of you heal and rest up. We'll take the Freak Legion and Raising Cain when we can. There are things that I have to put in motion."

"And I ain't in the mood to be patted on the head. You gave us the damn speeches on teamwork and all that shit. So make good." Blast replied. Okay he's faster then you and has more combat experience in his pinkie than you have in your entire body, that's okay. He can't break through your shield, so if decides to make it violent you just gotta wait for the good shot... Like Uncle Rulfus like to say before he bought it.

[Dark Silver]

The visor dampened the glare from Blast's lightshow, and he didn't even flinch.

"As low as the ring is...it'll take at least all night for it to recharge. I think we should just head back home, relax, and heal up...like Hero said. I know Gravitas and Blackheart could both use it....Legacies to."

The light blue aura of the Life Support Field glowed about Saibot's form once again, and he began to hover off the ground.

[Cynical Cat]

"Fine," said Blackheart. "The team is unfortunately too chewed up to fight at the moment. So go and rest up so you will be ready to drop the hammer on the Freak Legion when everyone else gets back on their feet. That's if you meant what you just said about team work."

[frigidmagi]

"Fine," said Blackheart. "The team is unfortunately too chewed up to fight at the moment. So go and rest up so you will be ready to drop the hammer on the Freak Legion when everyone else gets back on their feet. That's if you meant what you just said about team work."

Either he really hates saying sorry or he's practicing for politics.

"Not what I meant and you damn well know it. This team can't work if we're insulting each other at the drop of a hat or always about to kill each other. Half of our injuries are from that alone. You're suppose to leading this, it ain't gonna work if acting just as bad as some I could name. You know that. Fuck you as much told me that shit when I joined. So apoligize to her and we can all move on and try to pretend to be adults." Blast said.

[SirNitram]

"A night to recharge it is. I'm going to go lean against a particle accelerator somewhere. My node needs it something fierce." Gravitas rubbed his forehead with his remaining hand, and sighed. "And now I wish I was left-handed. Oh well. I'm sure this world has prosthetics."

As Blackheart got as close to an apology as is likely, the remaining hand was lifted. "Let's go rest up. All of us. No sense getting egos involved. We have alot of work to do. And then we will find ourselves embroiled in whatever recruited Carver."

[Cynical Cat]

"Kid if you want us to start apologizing we're going to be here a week just for Saibot to finish apologizing to me," said Blackheart. "I've tried being warm and fuzzy, even letting Saibot use me as fucking punching bag and macho image aside, I really don't like pain. Didn't much work and I should have known better. I'm not likable. So we do it a new way now. I'm not in the mood to hand job your feelings. Suck it up. I've got work to do."

[LadyTevar]

"Kid if you want us to start apologizing we're going to be here a week just for Saibot to finish apologizing with me," said Blackheart. "I've tried being warm and fuzzy, even letting Saibot use me as fucking punching bag and macho image aside, I really don't like pain. Didn't much work and I should have known better. I'm not likable. So we do it a new way now. I'm not in the mood to hand job your feelings. Suck it up. I've got work to do."

One thing that empathy does allow, it lets one know when a limit's reached. It was at that point now. Time to follow Blackheart's orders. Her wings stretched out, touching everyone wounded, as well as Saibot and Blast. "Then it is time I followed your last order, isn't it... David?" the shadowdragon said before diving for the nearest shadow.

One heartbeat. Two ... and once again, the team was at Ultima's medical facility as Argent set everyone down, taking more care with the wounded. Oddly... Blackheart wasn't among them.

"Blast... thank you......" Then the dragon vanished again into shadows, leaving the rest of the team at Ultima... just as Blackheart had ordered, except for the mooning part.

Almost exactly one minute passes before Argent returns to where she'd left Blackheart.

[Cynical Cat]

Blackheart smiled as Argent swept them all away. The agent removed his earpiece and walked down the street. His stump inched annoyingly. He would probably have to go a couple blocks to a pay phone and get some answers.

[LadyTevar]

Blackheart smiled as Argent swept them all away. The agent removed his earpiece and walked down the street. His stump inched annoyingly. He would probably have to go a couple blocks to a pay phone and get some answers.

Silver eyes wink into existance in a shadow in front of him, then the dragon emerges. "Now... where to take you."

[Cynical Cat]

"I'm not in the mood for games Argent," Blackheart said. "I'm working."

[LadyTevar]

"Working...?" she asked, remaining in dragonform as she slithered down the street beside him. "Or trying to find a place where you can release that rage and kill something?"

[Cynical Cat]

"Working," he said. "It's working me, I can tell, but space wasp larva doesn't call the shots. I do. On the other hand, its going to be a very bad day for any rapist that crosses my path."

[LadyTevar]

Amusement crosses the dragon's features. "I don't know of any rapists, but I could find suitable targets for you," she offered airly. "After all, criminal bitches have our sources as well." The silver eyes watched him closely, the empathy stretched for whatever warning she might get if he chose to lash out at her.

[Cynical Cat]

"Why am I not surprised you know where wanted criminals reside and haven't shared that information?" Blackheart asked rhetorically. "Why don't you and your boyfriend bond by beating the shit out of them? Indulge his meta hate on some targets that might deserve it."