6743/What's with all the screaming

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What's with all the screaming
Date of Scene: 29 June 2021
Location: Moathia
Synopsis: Carnage ensues when Blink and Sabretooth find even more people who really suck.
Cast of Characters: Victor Creed, Clarice Ferguson




Victor Creed has posed:
After Blink dropped them in the jungle just outside one of the main bases the military was staging their attacks on the Bephrud villages, Victor took a few moments to scope the place out. They didn't have much in the way of defenses set up beyond a few guard towers and weapon emplacements, after all, they were attacking mainly unarmed people, not actually fighting.

This would prove to be a mistake.

Victor had Blink lead off by using her javelins to chop two of the legs out from under the nearest guard tower, dropping it across several tents. Into the chaos charged Sabretooth, reveling in the chance to just cut loose. He plunged into the thickest knots of soldiers, claws ripping and tearing, body parts flying randomly as he rampaged through. Gunfire chattered through the air, hitting friend more often than foe. Still, quite a few bullets connected with Victor, some of them fairly heavy caliber.

This just pissed him off even more.

At one point, a raging Victor discovered the answer to 'Can you shove a gun barrel all the way through someone's chest?', leaving the man hanging from his mounted gun. Blink probably took out more threats to him than he realized, often removing soldiers with heavy weapons that might actually be a threat to the large man. Still, by the time the soldiers have run screaming, his shirt is in bloodstained tatters and his pants are barely keeping him decent.

There's no torture session today, the officers were some of the first to escape after a number of them died, so he goes looking for something to drink, finding it in the commander's tent. Coming out with a bottle of scotch, he takes a swig, then offers it to Clarice as he lowers himself to the ground with a grunt. "Wanna drink kid? You did good, as usual."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice does indeed keep an eye on both her own back - and Creed's. It's as she's redirecting a grenade lobbed at him - letting it fly through a portal to reappear in the middle of the one remaining emplacement - that she manages to get a bit careless. She didn't hear the man behind her until it was almost too late - and takes a shot to her shoulder as she hurriedly blinks out. She reappears behind the man - tossing one of her javelins, and removing a large portion of the man's chest.
    As Creed joins her, she's just hefting a pilfered medical kit she'd managed to find. She flashes him a smile as she accepts the scotch for a swig, handing off the medical kit as she does. "Not quite good enough. I need some help with my shoulder," she admits, turning so he can see the wound.
    "You sure you don't want me to find one of those guys that took off - teleport us all off somewhere?" she adds, before taking a second swig.

Victor Creed has posed:
"Ah geez, you gotta be more careful, you don't heal like I do." he says as he takes the kit and opens it. Pulling out the supplies, he tends to her wound, even managing to apply a decent bandage after it's cleaned. "You want to hop back up to the infirmary, get this taken care of?" He tosses the rest of the medkit aside and reclaims the bottle for another swig.

"As for finding one, I got no special need to. Sometimes I just need to cut loose, don't need to play with someone all the time. The little kiddy stealer just deserved some special attention for the crap he was pulling with those little girls." He rolls his neck, cracking it loudly and grins, "That's better."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Nah, I'm good," Clarice answers - as she offers the bottle back. "I don't want to head back up yet - and I don't think it's that bad." She lets out a sigh before she adds, "I thought the guy'd run off. Didn't expect him to come up behind me like that. Live and learn, huh?" This time, at least.
    She leans back against one of the nearby trees - listening to the sound of the jungle around them. With the gunfire and other excitement over, the quiet sounds of a jungle at night were coming back - accented by the crackling of the few fires that their efforts had managed to spark in the camp. It was //peaceful//.

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor leans back to look up at the stars, nice and clear out here away from civilization. "Not quite as good as from up there, but real air and noise makes up for it, don't ya think?" He looks down at himself, then snorts and pulls the last shreds of the shirt off. "And the wardrobe gets smaller. Good thing that wasn't a favorite or anything." He tosses the scraps aside, then takes another swig.

"You were right kid, there are just all kinds of assholes who need killing out in the world." He looks over at her and grins, "So, this make me one of the good guys, helpin little kidnapped girls and folks who are getting attacked just cause of who they are? Maybe I'll go join the X-Men like you did." He chuckles darkly, "That'd be a match made in Heaven, huh?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice lets out a quiet snort - nudging Creed with her shoulder. Her //good// shoulder. "Yeah, I'm not taking you anywhere near that school," she remarks. Her relaxed smile, however, grows more serious as she adds, "Besides. Pretty soon, Lorna won't be the only person I care about living at that school." If everything goes to plan.
    "You know those mutants - the ones from that island we visited, that'd been enslaved by those not-SHIELD guys?"

Victor Creed has posed:
He laughs, "Yeah, every time I do Logan an me start ripping each other up anyway, so probably best if I keep a little distance. I mean, it's fun to torment him and all, but it doesn't really get us anywhere, what with all the healing." Another swallow from the bottle, then he continues, "What, you don't care about anyone else there right now? You gotta learn how to make friends."

Social advice from Sabretooth, this is a first.

"And yeah, I remember those poor bastards. Still remember the smell of those guys controlling them case we ever run across them again. What have they got to do with anything?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Well. I mean, I don't wish the others any ill," Clarice remarks, with a shrug of her shoulders. "Kitty's nice enough. The others're alright." She holds her hand out for the bottle - so she can claim another swig for herself, then passes it back again. After all, it takes a //lot// more alcohol to affect Creed than her own slender, not-super-healer form.
    "Mystique managed to get a bead on some of them - and I went in. Got two of them out. One of them was a girl - only fifteen. Kidnapped from her family, and turned into a weapon..." Her voice remains flat as she says that, her gaze staring off into the distance.
    "I'm going to make sure no one ever gets their hands on her again," she says with fierce determination - backed by anger. "And she wants to go to the school. I'm taking her to see it tomorrow."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor nods, then shrugs, "Hey, if you think she'll fit in there best, then take her there, I guess. The place is decent at keeping the students safe, anyway." Another swig almost finishes the bottle, which he offers to her again. "It's all a little snooty for me, but then, sometimes sleeping indoors seems a little too civilized, so I'm no great judge of these things."

Looking around, he smirks a little, "I might be getting a little too good at this stuff. Should I really be able to take on army camps, even if it is from some little dinky island nation?" He glances at her, "Though I did have backup, I'm guessing you're why I didn't get too blown up."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "I- I want her to have a chance at a normal life," Clarice explains in a quiet voice, as she accepts the bottle back, and finishes it off. She tosses it aside as she continues to stare off into the jungle. "I'm not unhappy, I just- this life we live isn't normal." And if Dyani has a chance at a normal life? If what she'd gone through hadn't broken her? She should have that chance.
    "Well - we've always made a good team, haven't we?" she asks - glancing towards Creed and flashing her broad smile towards him. "And yeah - I tried to keep the heaviest fire off of you. You just go //barreling in//!"

Victor Creed has posed:
With a shrug, Victor explains, "That comes from not really caring if they shoot me, it just heals, so why waste time? Besides, if I get in close, they can't use grenades an crap without blowing up their friends." He smile gets a little predatory, "Besides, it's fun playing with them. They think they're so big an tough killing these fishermen and crap, time they meet a real alpha predator."

He pats Clarice on the unwounded shoulder, "You got a good heart, kid. You make sure you take care of your friend, cause nah, this isn't even close to a normal life." He tilts his head and looks at her, "You know, you could have a normal life if you wanted, you're not messed up like I am. You even look mostly normal, you don't have to live this life." He waves around at the piles of savaged bodies.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice leans in towards his touch - but she shakes her head at that suggestion, her gaze going towards the bodies at his gesture. "But I do," she answers quietly. "I get wound up, and I need to- I need to let loose. I need this; I enjoy it. And I like having your back, besides," she explains.
    She presses her lips together for a moment before adding, "Dyani wants to do this to the assholes that hurt her. I don't know. Maybe she's already too much like us. Or maybe that Xavier crowd can sort her out. They didn't have her as long, and she doesn't remember it as well."

Victor Creed has posed:
Victor stands up and offers her a hand to help her rise as well, "Easy enough to find out. Take her to the school, see if she fits in. If she settles down, great. If not, she can always join us any time."

He looks around then collects a couple of the better weapons scattered about, "Might as well take a few of these back for the armory. Comon, let's head back up and get that shoulder looked at, and I need a shower and a big meal."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice takes his hand with her good arm - letting him haul her effortlessly up to her feet. "And I'm telling you - it's fine," she answers. But she's not using it much as she helps with gathering a few more of the weapons - beaming as she manages to find a case with an almost full supply of grenades. "You come carry this one, Mister Creed!" she calls towards him.
    Once they've liberated enough supplies, she does indeed return them to the Asteroid - straight into the infirmary, so he doesn't have to worry about dragging her off to get medical care. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria," she offers - as she starts pulling her shirt off with a wince. The bullet was still in there - so they'd have to numb her up and dig it out. Not much fun, but necessary.