19080/Mutants Growing Horrifically - Sugar and Sinister

Mutants Growing Horrifically - Sugar and Sinister
Date of Scene:	18 September 2024
Location:	Mutanttown Clinic
Synopsis:	A group of patrolling X-Men and Xavier's students come across a mad-mutant that's been making Mutant Growth Hormone. A four armed lunatic that's out of this world, say hello to the sadistic SUGAR MAN.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Samuel Guthrie, Kitora Alua, Tabitha Smith, Martinique Wyngarde, Evan Sabahnur

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
A large gang dealing MGH had been broken up by a group of local heroes and mutants. But the X-Men and Brotherhood had still never sourced the one that had made the batches in the first place. Mutant Growth Hormone wasn't just the type of thing you could whip out in a garage lab. It took very specialized equipment and skill. So they'd just taken out the distributors. If they didn't find the dealer, then they'd just get setup with anohter gang soon enough.
    So that had lead to some late night patrols, and finally a stroke of good luck when the group had gotten an alert of a breakin at a nearby genetics firm on the border of the district. Late at night, alarms blaring and sirens blazing as cop cars raced past a dark alleyway.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie had invited Tabby to grab something to eat one evening now that he has moved to Bushwick himself. He and she are sitting at a dinner when the information about the genetics place hits the police band. Sam listens to it just in case he is called in and upon hearing about this. He looks over to Tabby "This sounds like might be something we want to check out, want to go see whats going on?

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua had heard there was trouble in Bushwick. Deciding to take an aerial view, she is hovering above the area, and then, a hundred feet up still, just a faintly glowing red dot, parallels the police car response as she is trying to make out what's going on, descending as she approaches. She is parallel to the ground, looking sraight down, trying to get a fix on the situation, remaining 100 feet up.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby was mid French fry when Sam gets that notification on his comms. Sure they were on Sam's plate at the time but someone had to swipe his fries.

MGH also requires bodies. And their precious bodily fluids. Live bodies thankfully. 'You can shear a sheep all it's life. But you can only skin it once.' at least that's the saying. So hopefully there's mutants to rescue.

Being a former street kid, and having multiple friends still down and out, Tabby might have some interest in not letting them get needles poked into them.

"That could just as easily be us. So we should totally go fly the X flags." she agrees and grins.

And finishes off that ketchup drowned fry.

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde knows nothing. But she knows there's trouble to be taken care of. So she grabs a rifle and a pair of handguns, covers it all in a trenchcoat, and gets into the streets with the others. It's not exactly hard to realize she's armed to the teeth, but how she walks down the street, who's going to stop her?

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
    Evan has been canvassing the streets since the drug bust, trying to track down the brains of the operation since what they caught were mostly the brawn. Pigeon by day, bat by night, he's frequented every back alley, abandoned building and isolated location he can find. He's found and called the cops in on a number of regular drug dealers, a burglar and a couple of Humanity First types who were planning to burn down an apartment complex, but not a single drop of MGH info.

    Until he hears of the trouble at the genetics lab. Bats are great at night, but they don't do straight lines or speed very well, so Evan goes with an alternative and slams a couple bits together to form a hawk with nightvision. The sirens guide him in as he gets close to the action and starts looking for the suspects or a way into the building.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's the sound of someone rushing through the alleyway. A very, very big someone. Kitora is the first to catch sight of them, being so high up over in the air. The thing is moving at high speed, and seems quite bulky. Huge and malformed, it being hard to make out exactly what they look like over in the darkness.

The way that the thing is moving somehow brings it face to face first over with Martinique. And it's an /extremely/ ugly face at that. Well.. Most of the body is a face. A MODOK scaled head but with legs that can support it, and arms. Many, many arms. Six of them.

The being snaps around to giggle at Martinique, "My, what lovely guns you have there."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie once outside, he has taken Tabby into his arms and they are blasting towards the action. He is taking back alleys as he is not sure if he wants the cops to know he is there yet. Seeing where something has bolted from the area he looks to Tabby "Building or follow the trail?"

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua widens her eyes in shock from her aerial vantage. She heard rumors of MGH, and... this monstrosity has to be related to that. She orients herself to be upside down and 'ascends' towards the ground rapidly as she sees that... entity... there. She decides to try immobilization first. Horizon's glow intensifies as a red circle of light forms under... whatever the hell hat is... and gravity increases powerfully in the circle, at least fivefold strong, quintupling the weight of the creature, hopefully enough to pin it to the ground. She's reluctant to do more offensive skills if a simple gravity snare can do the job. Her eyes are glowing bright red in her focus, staring almost unblinkingly at the entity from her position twenty feet in the air, oriented upside down. She hopes that the person confronting this creature stays out of the circle.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby has flown Guthrie airlines more than enough times to be used to it. The blonde woman's eyes covered via glasses with red tints to keep anything like dust or bugs from splatting in her peeper.

Coming to land, the woman fixes her hair a bit to look neater. "Lemme try and get a read on the place first. Lotta psychic noise but people being messed up all medically kinda stands out when you find it." she offers and gets to attempting a telepathic sweep for possible victims. Or the perps.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
    Circling over the area, it's not hard to spot SpiderModok or whatever the hell it calls itself, so he tilts his wings and dives to the sidewalk behind the whatever-it-is, flowing back into his own shape once he lands. "Care to have a little chat? Because I don't think you're going anywhere right now." He glances past the being and nods to Martinique, saying "I assume you're also after the MGH ringleader? Even if not, do me a favor and don't let this guy past, ok?"

    As the red light forms under the thing, Evan looks all around, finally glancing up and spotting at least the red glow from above. More help is always good when dealing with an unknown opponent, so he adds, "You're fairly outnumbered here, so do we have to do things the hard way or can we actually talk instead?"

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde pulls out both guns when she hears something, so fortunately has it by the time she's spoken to. "What the hell?" she blinks, looking it over. "You want a taste? Whjat's going on?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The being goes to stand casually on his feet even as Kitora increases gravity. "Are you implying that I'm fat? How about you come down here and tell me to my face!" He goes to let out a chortling, mad screech over as he would go to snake out his tongue like it were a harpoon, it snapping up into the air with intent to wrap around Kitora's ankles, and from there go to try and slam her over into Tabitha and Sam. Gonig to snap over at Martinique.

"Nice looking set." His hands would go to snap out an enormous hammer and scythe. "Mine're better!" His two other hands sprouting out what looked like a triple barreled shotgun, the final hand going to snap out an RPG! "So let's play a game. The game is 'Die Tonight'! Or not, I haven't had anyone fun to vivisect in ages.

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua frowns as her first technique didn't work - of course not. Super-strength is relatively common. She then shrieks as that tongue wraps around her wrist (she's upside down remember) as things moved so fast as she gets flung towards two others. The gravity trap winks out under this... creature... as she made her own self weightless so she's just drift, stopping cold once released as she drops to the ground and shakes her head. "Well.... he's storng..." she grumbles to Cannonball. "Want a boost?" she asks, aware of his powerset for the two have known each other for a while. She reaches into a pocket and gets out a bag of ball bearings that she carries - then shakes her head. "I need to carry heavier stuff," she grumbles, tring to get the saliva off her wrist, seeing what she can use as an improvised missile.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over to her, and says "On the way down." He looks over to Tabby "Keep behind something," Yea Sam knows she knows, but it is his friend and habit. He starts flying up into the air, and then about 10 stories up he turns and starts to head towards the other, Planning on letting Kit add some force to the hit.

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua looks up at Cannonball, and uses her gravity manipulation to make him move MUCH faster with increased weight and gravity, to make his impact even stronger - she is keeping her distance from Ugly-Face-Tongue Man.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
So Tabitha might have been distracted by trying to find where the bodies, living or dead might be when Kitora gets flung via tongue at her and Sam. Her reaction is suitably understandable.

"Eww gross, prehensile tongues only ever look good on Magik!" she yells at the multi limbed mad scientist. With Kitora helping Sam, Tabby hmms and starts looking around the place, not so much for cover like Sam wants but mostly what can help her hit the guy really, really hard. And embarrassingly.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
    Evan sighs, "Always the hard way." His grey skin gains a metallic sheen as his right arm below the elbow morphs into some type of rotary cannon, a targeting laser shining out to put a red dot on the thing's head (After all, that's mostly what it's got.) With a whine, the cannon spins up to firing speed.

    "If we play 'Die Tonight', I think you'll probably lose." Despite his words, he's still the stereotypical good guy, so the laser dot tracks down to one of it's legs before he fires off a short burst.

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde goes wide-eyed when her adversary is apparently VERY well armed. So, in self defense, she does a hop, skip, and a leap back, with a very impressive backflip and all that. The trenchcoat flutters in the air most dramatically, and she lands behind a car.. The only thing peeking up from behind the car is a handgun barrel. "I'm your huckleberry."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Kitora goes to be flung through the air, and then is getting behind Sam as the two go to fly in sync, amping one another up along the launch! The guy goes to take a moment to look over at Evan, takes in his blue, shapeshifting form as the laser dot goes to flash down his body..

And then he goes to start shrieking over with laughter. Mad, mad laughter.

"Ow, WOW! That is -brilliant-. Twisted, mad, and brilliant. Amazing work. That story will be /fun/! I might nto even have to.."

WHAM! Caught up over as Kitora and Sam go to slam into him, sending him through a wall and into a nearby building. Martinique gets a perfect view of that mangled, twisted -monster- as it goes smashing past her. And some very disturbing images.

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua nods as Cannonball's impact was made powerful by her asistance. She has no choice but to be very offensive in mind as she floats a few feet above the ground - for once upright like normal people. She then lifts a hand, 'snagging' a lot of bricks broken off of the impact site, orbiting them around her at high speed then FIRES them like a gatling gun right back at Bigface as she keeps going, picking up anything nearby with her gravity powers, and continuing the assault. She isn't sure she has the power to take down this... whatever... but she can hopefully keep him off-balance by constant bricks to the face - as she is taking care to aim her debris cannon right at its eyes. Her aim isn't the best for she's keeping a bit of distance, not wanting that DISGUSTING tongue to tocuh her again. Hopefully Cannonball's impact and her continuing harrassment will make a difference.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Okay. Tabitha might have something. "You know it's amazing how you can have your head up your own ass when your head IS your own ass!" she taunts and follows the others through the wreckage of the walls and into the new building.

Being telepathic, it does enable her to link the mutants minds together so they can coordinate a bit better. <<Mind link online, y'all. You know he's all mouth right. Bet he can choke real easy if he doesn't chew properly.>> she points out with a smirk.

This is about where she gets maybe kind of mean and generates a spheroid bomb. About the size of a basketball and glowing a very bright shade of purple, threatening to turn blue.

A good indicator of how much heat is in the pitch she's winding up.

Though it's thrown in more of an under arm motion like she's bowling.

Thankfully she doesn't need flat grown to roll, it just flies with psionic control.

Hopefully right into Sugar Man's mouth as he picks himself up from the last big hits.

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde watches him go by, and wlel, really LOOKS. Which some will know to mean she's looking with her mind more than she is with her eyes. And well, what she sees, and what she SEES, gets her sighing, shaking her head, and just opening fire.

Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam. Blam.

The shots start, rhythmically, deliberately. Aimed. If nothing else, it's cover fire for other operatives in the moment.

All one big happy fleet, we mutants. Except the ones so twisted even the Brotherhood thinks they're messed up.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
    A number of things happen at once. Evan's burst slams into the thing's leg, punching several holes in it just before Kitora and Sam ram it, sending it flying into a wall. The explosion of bricks is fairly impressive, but unfortunately so is the thing's healing factor, the bulletholes in it's leg closing even as it stands up from the impact with the wall.

    Evan rolls his eyes and mutters "If he's got Logan's DNA in him, I'm gonna thwack him when I get back to the school." His arm flows back into it's normal form as he follows the others into the building.

    <<OK, so flat damage isn't gonna do it. Ideas?>>

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a combination of lots of heavy fire courtesy of Martinique - whatever she had seen in him had seemingly driven her to decide he was the 'no regrets' type with whatever had surfaced in his mind. Her shots go all over him and splash over him, blasting out huge chunks of flesh.

Tabitha goes to generate up a large ball of energy, which is then moved to shove it's way over into Sugar Man's mouth.. And then there's a loud -BOOM- as it would go off, filling the room with light like one was putting a candle inside of a pumpkin as Kitora adds to the fire, throwing bricks, concrete, and anything that she can as Sugar Man would be essentially buried in plasma, brick, mortar, and bullets.

Kitora Alua has posed:
Kitora Alua just holds her fire as... something that looks like a BOMB floats in. She rockets straight up into the sky, rotating to watch from hopefully a safe distance. She loses sight of Uglyface, but she's quite done wiht this encounter and definitely is going to need a shower.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
When it goes off, Tabitha's shades do a lot of work against all that excessive light while the heat of that plasma tries to flash fry Sugar Man from the inside out.

"That is why you don't microwave jawbreakers." she taunts amidst watching the others pour their hits on and get that healing factor some extra problems to deal with.

The next part is probably more gross. Tabby has to work fast, trying to fish out as much info about any current plans the multilimbed menace might have been brewing.

Though fighting against psychic defenses might be a bit too slow even with the amount of pain that Sugar Man might be getting subjected to.

Downsides of not being a being experienced telepath.

Evan Sabahnur has posed:
    Evan circles to the left, trying to get around the thing so that they have it surrounded. "We seem to have a bit of a standoff here. You heal really well, but you're surrounded, and we can keep knocking you down if we need to until we can find a way to restrain you. Any chance you're ready to talk yet?"

    <<If it's not an act this thing is nuts, but sometimes even the crazy ones can be talked to.>>

    Shooting didn't work, so Evan considers restraint. He bulks up, getting bigger until his head almost reaches the ceiling, and his arms and hands grow even more as he reaches out to pin the thing down.

    <<I hope he doesn't bite.>>

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde empties the magazines in her handguns, and with satisfaction, blows on each barrel. Then popping her head up. "Ready for dessert, big boy?" She then throws her hair over her shoulder, and fixes her trenchcoat. Ready in case the target tries something frisky, but also ready to gloat. Take a W when you get it. Disrupt something nasty on mutant streets.

Now, if it turns out this guy's name is Sugar Man well, she's going to claim full credit for the 'dessert' pun.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will hover as he sees the guy looking like he is done for. He will pull out his com to call in where the guy is letting them know there was an encounter with supers, and villain seems to be down. So that the special units can take him in. He will tell the others "Cops are on their way in, if you don't want to be here when they get here.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
    Sugar Man is pinned down by everything around him, even as the beast starts to laugh, "You really are a piece of work. Such exquisite work." For those that are delving into his brain, and the twisted confines.. There's an almost Mengele-like appreciation of the work that's gone into things. Brain thinking far too fast on genetic analysis for anything to be made out of much coherence as he would cough and spit out something. Half a lung and a rib.

Annoyance rising up in him - this would be a setback, experiments would be pushed back, timetables would be ruined..

"But, anyone tell you you all talk to much?" He would go back to laughing..

And then shrink. Down to the point he couldn't be seen a tall. All telepathic traces of him gone.

Just left now with sirens of approaching cops, a beaten up building, an interrupted robbery.. And the knowledge there was a new freak out on the stretes.