there's no one i can not be

This is a npc blog for marvelrp.

[allwithinmygrasp]

Come, join the dark side.

[callme-etch-deactivated20140330]

“Ah, I see,” Etch replied. “Well, I’ll certainly do my best to provide you with what you wish.” She glanced over as he closed the car doors without even touching them, greatly intrigued. She found herself wondering just how far his powers could extended, and made a mental note to ask him later about it. 

Etch opened the door, and called, “Anyone here? It’s me- I’ve brought someone with me; no one freak out or anything.” Assured now that no one would be careening, armed, around the corner, she brought Grey into the foyer. “I assume you know this part rather well- I can’t imagine anything’s changed too greatly in the last few years. I still can hardly believe it- when I was young, my family rather wealthy but things changed greatly for me in the intervening years, so to see this place every day is just… remarkable. My room’s down that way, and this, as I’m sure you remember, is the library.” She led them into the high-ceilinged room, closing the door quietly behind them. 

“Professor Xavier!” she exclaimed, whirling around as she saw movement in the other corner of the library.

[npcmarvelrp]

The shapeshifter that had assumed the professor's form was sitting on a wheelchair and had wheeled towards the sound of the woman's voice. A smile on his face as he watched her approach with his partner of sorts.

"Etch! How wonderful it is to see you," he exclaimed and began wheeling towards the two. "Grey, I see that your word is as good as always. It's so kind of you to join us and I'm happy to see that you are interested in one of my students to join you a mission."

Turning towards the young woman, his smile grew. "I bet you are excited, hm?"

[wearenimrods]

Nimrod turned around and was displeased by the resistance the carnival workers were giving him. The bbs were deflected by his hard armor and exterior and were more of a nuisance than actual problem. 

To show her his true power, he understood it would be more fun if he demonstrated. The robot’s plasma blaster began to glow and immediately he shot a single warning shot in front of the woman’s “saviors”. The plasma beam having disintegrated the stand, they all panicked and began to run away.

Nimrod’s plasma blaster went ‘pew, pew’ a few times before having taken down the men and turned back around to his target. “There’s nothing for you to to do, Anthea. You are coming with me.”

[umm-anthea-blog]

Anthea was grateful when the people answered her pleas for help, but when she realized that their little assault was having no affect on the thing that had grabbed her, her hopes of getting away all but fled. The ‘pings’ of the bbs being deflected off of Nimrod’s armor echoed in Anthea’s ears, the glow of its weapon lighting up the girl’s pale face and a whimper of fear escaped her lips when it fired at the small group of people. 

“No, don’t leave! Help! Come back, please!” Anthea shouted at the men fleeing the scene, trying to wrangle her way out of Nimrod’s grip in vain as tears spilled over her cheeks. She became fully aware of the situation she had gotten herself into and fell limp in the machine’s grip, her head dropping forward with a pathetic ‘thunk’ against the armor, so sure that she was about to be kidnapped, killed, or worse. 

Her voice was soft and broken when she prayed, “Someone help me… Please, someone… Anyone.”

[npcmarvelrp]

A few of the men were wounded, possibly even killed, the rest had run or hid like cowards as the machine was attempting to take the hostage. They were helpless and although they outnumbered the giant pink robot, they were powerless against him. The leader of the group had been shot in the arm, praying for someone to save her because that mechanical demon or whatever it was, certainly wasn't going to leave her alone.

[umm-anthea-blog]

“No…No, it can’t be,” Anthea whimpered, gripping her head between her trembling hands, fingers twisting in her hair, “You can’t — he isn’t — STOP LYING TO ME.”

She had squeezed her eyes shut tightly, but when they opened again at being grabbed they seemed infinitely yet only minutely different. The iridescent blue of her irises seemed brighter, bluer, and younger; her mouth hung slightly ajar as she stared in awe and horror. 

“Hi..?” she said in a small voice and shook almost violently in the machine’s grip, “I don’t like this. Put me down, now.. DOWN!—” Anthea started kicking her legs, squirming about, whining and crying as she had no idea what was going on, only that she was in some form of danger “—Please, please… I wanna go home!”

[npcmarvelrp]

The people of the carnival had been scattering and screaming when the pink sentinel had showed up. A few of the carnival workers had gone to hide, a few of them (in particular the one working the rifle contest) had beared arms in case the sentinel were to attack and had taken her screams and calls for help as the perfect opportunity to strike.

He lead his little team and began shooting the mechanical monster, hoping to cause some sort of damage as there's no real promises that the rifle bb guns can cause damage, but at least they could distract the machine as the little lady gets home to safety. He was sure this is the worst case of "date has gone bad" he's ever seen.

They continued to shoot until Nimrod was now facing them.