9386/Time to Recruit One More Teleporter

Time to Recruit One More Teleporter
Date of Scene:	31 December 2021
Location:	Mystique's Quarters
Synopsis:	Mystique and Clarice get Azazel on board for helping with evacuation, and he has a contingency plan of escape that might works... if they lose.
Cast of Characters:	Raven Darkholme, Clarice Ferguson, Azazel

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Raven Darkholme has posed:
With the evacuation of Manhattan only a few days away, Mystique had been insanely busy making arrangements for assistance from all over the world. Every contact she could call in was being called. She'd arrange three of the largest cruise liner ships to to dock at port 88 and port 90 to evacuate people, all of the short range teleporters she knew had been called to ensure teleports from various places in Manhattan to the docks, and anywhere else they might be needed, and all of the shuttles in the docking bay of the asteroid had been giving a complete overhaul and were ready to fly.

Now it was time for a small break, though it wasn't entirely that. Azazel was not only a teleporter, but he was also a heavy hitting combatant, so naturally it made sense that she would want to try and 'recruit' his aid. Whether he was in the mood to assist or not was another matter entirely, but the text had gone out to him to join her and Clarice in her room on the asteroid in the evening. She had a bottle of his favorite alcohol ready, along with several glasses and some ice. Now it was just a matter of hearing the *bamph*.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice is currently seated at Lydia's desk, with her feet propped up on it, leaning back against one of the arms of the chair and letting her hair dangle loosely, as she looks back at Mystique from an almost upside-down angle. "You know, once we get Manhattan empty and the fighting starts... we could actually let Mister Creed loose there, for once," she remarks in a dry, amused voice. She'd pay good money to see him tearing into some angels. An amused smirk plays across her lips at the mere thought.

Azazel has posed:
    That's *BAMF*, thank you very much.

    And with that, one red skinned, somewhat demonic looking mutant is sitting in one of the chairs in the middle of the room. He holds up a cel phone and says "Handy little devices. How have you been, Raven? I hear that the shitstorm of the millennium is about to hit."

    Tilting his head slightly, he steeples his fingers and offers, "If you're looking to get out of it, I know a couple fairly nice dimensions we can go to."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
"Clarice, I fully intend to let Victor loose once the battle starts," she admits plainly. "I see no reason not to send out best fighters out to aid against the heavenly host. If we manage to evac people before it happens, that will include you and myself, if we fail and are still collecting stragglers, you and I will be doing that."

At the sound of the BAMF, Mystique uses a set of tiny tongs to drop three ice cubes into a glass then pours the scotch over the ice.

"Cell phones are modern day magic," she offers to Azazel, not even bothering to look at him. Then she lifts the full glass and offers it to him. "Things are /so/ much easier with them around. Please my dear," she nods to the other chair. "Have a seat."

Another glass is given three cube and poured, which she then gestures to Clarice to collect and finally she makes one for herself. "It is that shitstorm I wish to talk to you about, though I'm not quite ready to abandon this reality just yet, we can talk about which emergency dimension we might escape to."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Rather than move from her position at Lydia's desk, a small portal opens near Clarice's hand, and she reaches through to retrieve the glass, before lifting it to her lips for a sip. Mmmm - not bad.
    "Well. I plan on getting a good, solid night's sleep before the evacuations start. I'm pretty sure I'll be exhausted pretty badly by getting that many people moved in that timeframe." But how could she leave anyone behind?
    "I might not be in much of shape to help with fighting the first day it starts. I guess we'll see how things go, and what other resources are brought to bear on the evacuation of the island."

Azazel has posed:
    Taking the glass and sipping from it, he looks over at Mystique and says, "I assume you're looking for my help getting people out of ground zero, yes? To save time, yes, I'll help. But you better believe I'm out of this dimension if the angels are winning. I didn't escape the Brimstone Dimension just to be unmade."

    He shrugs, "I know when it's time to cut my losses, but until that happens, I'm in. Might even get some stabbing in, I haven't crossed path with anything even slightly angelic in quite some time." Taking another sip, he swirls his drink lazily, the cubes ringing slightly against the glass.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Giving her glass a slight swirl, and taking a moment to enjoy the aroma, Mystique takes a small sip before resting the glass on the arm of the chair. She knew Azazel well enough to know he would in fact be gone in the blink of an eye if it looked like the heavenly host were winning. She didn't blame him, nor judge him for it, she just knew he'd do it.

"That is in fact what I was going to ask you," she replies, offering a charming smile his way. "I've arranged to take over port 88 and port 90 for cruise liners, each being able to hold between five and six thousand people, but Genosha has also been offered as an evacuation location, and I'm certain the New York City and federal governments both have plans to get people out. I have yet in my life time to see an evacuation get /everyone/ out, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't give much a damn about all those humans."

She takes another sip of the scotch, watching Azazel's handsome face and beautiful eyes. "This situation however, is different, and frankly, the idea of some angelic fucks thinking they can destroy our universe to save another pisses me off. So I want to ensure that all who can survive, do survive, and I want to hand the heavenly host a gigantic, flashing, torturous 'fuck you' while I'm doing it."

Glancing past Azazel now to the magenta mutant who has made herself at home in Lydia's spot she offers a half smile, half smirk and a raised brow. "You'll be taking two days off to rest and prepare before starting, Clarice. You, Ritz and Gates will all three likely be exhausted long before the evac is complete, but that doesn't mean we can't get the three of you as rested up and ready as possible."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "We'll have some lower-level teleporters helping people get to the cruise ships," Clarice supplies helpfully. "But we could use another teleporter with the range to move people from New York to Genosha. There aren't many of us," she remarks.
    At the news that she's to take //two// days off - she frowns slightly, still watching Mystique from her odd, half upside-down angle. "Two days is a long time when there's still this much planning and coordinating to take care of," she points out.

Azazel has posed:
Azazel nods, "Yeah, I can take people to Genosha, or anywhere else you want. My only restriction is that I can only take seven people at a time with me, but I can go back and forth almost instantly. Oh, which reminds me, you should probably figure out which six people you want to survive the end of the universe with, if it comes to that."

    He chuckles at Mystique's fit of temper, but says "I am always happy to toss the forces of heaven a fuck you or two. It goes with the gig, really." He smirks a little, "One does have a reputation to uphold, after all."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique's yellow eyes remain fixed on Clarice as she says, "And I have that planning and coordinating well in hand Clarice. This isn't a request, it's an order. You take two days to do nothing, eat, sleep, try to relax, spend time with your brothers. Pete just turned eighteen after all, maybe do something for him. If the world does end..." That's where she ends it, then looks back to Azazel with a sly grin on her face.

"Azazel my dear, your reputation will remain intact," she comments with a silvery, honied tone then takes a sip of the scotch. "Whether you agreed to help teleport people or not, I knew you would be out there kicking angelic ass right up until either we were winning, or losing. Remember, I know you."

Resting her head on the back of the chair for a moment, she looks up at the ceiling of room. She should have put glowing stars up there, or something, it was so boring. "Seven people, that all have to be together in the same place at the same time, correct?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "...yeah," Clarice murmurs quietly at Mystique's words. She presses her lips together, and a moment later, her gaze flicks abruptly to Azazel at his offer.
    Her gaze goes to the wall behind Lydia's desk, and she takes a deeper drink of her whiskey before remarking quietly, "I won't go without Theo and Pete." Hopefully it won't even come to that. Who would Mystique choose? Lydia, certainly. Rogue and Kurt. ... that would leave room for three more.

Azazel has posed:
    "Well, I can hop around to collect them, but for the dimensional jump you all need to be in physical contact. So you and six others hold hands, tails, whatever works and then we find somewhere new." He takes another sip from his glass and then continues, "Fortunately, teleporting doesn't really tire me out, so I can collect a bunch of people for you and still have the energy to do a little of the old stabby-stabby. I'll get my blades into a few angels between pickups, there should be enough of the self-righteous bastards around when this all goes down."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Well that verified two things at once for Mystique, which changed the angle of her thinking. She would have sacrificed her spot for someone else in a heartbeat, but it was Azazel, he wouldn't likely even consider it if she didn't go along. Love does that, and that was why Lydia, Clarice, Theo and Pete were right up there on the list, leaving just one slot.

Shaking her head she looks from the ceiling back to the red devil she loved. "It won't come to that," is stated. "Those whom I would pick will stay fighting until there was no hope at all Azazel, and by then it may be too late. I'll think of the six, but it has to be settled on that we don't go until there's no hope for winning and we're just going through the motions of attempting to fight to our last breath. Agreed?"

She glances over to Clarice as she says that, because she knows full well that Clarice would be one of those who would wait until the last possible minute to go. "You and your brothers are on the list," she says after a moment, then takes another sip of the scotch before yellow eyes shift back to Azazel.

A playful smile dances over her lips, one brow lifting as she says coyly, "You know me too well Azazel, you know I'd stay so that another could go... but I won't. Lydia, Clarice, Theo and Pete are four of the six. The other two... I don't know yet."

Rogue and Kurt came to her mind instantly, but Kurt still wasn't speaking to her. Would he even be willing to go? Would Rogue? And what about Erik? The man who had saved her from herself, from wandering aimless and destroying not only everything she came in contact with, but gave her a purpose, could she truly forgive herself if she left him?

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    Clarice lets out a quiet breath of air as Mystique names her first four names. Her family would stay in tact - mostly. She'd lose Mister Creed, though. She didn't think for a moment he'd make Mystique's list - but she could live with that grief. "Thank you," she says quietly.
    Tilting her head back once more she offers with a smile, "It won't ocme to that, though. We're going to show these angels that we mean business."

Azazel has posed:
    With nod, he raises his glass in a small salute, "Indeed we will do our best to kick some angelic ass. We might even win. But I didn't get this old by not having a contingency plan for everything possible. If you have your plans all set, you can have some fun kicking ass without worrying about the 'what ifs'."

    "So, let me know if you find out what it is we're supposed to do beyond kicking ass. There's a lot of places I can get into if needed." He looks to Clarice, saying "You know what I mean, I don't doubt for a moment you have used your portals to get into somewhere you don't belong."

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Mystique actually snorts, sitting up more in her chair as she rests the glass on the arm of the chair again.

"I won't get to know that," she replies with bitterness in her voice. "That's up to the Justice League Dark. Lydia wouldn't have told me about this if it wasn't all universe ending." Her eyes narrow slightly before she sets the drink on the little table and stands up to walk over to the window.

"No, we simple, boring, mundane, non-magical types don't get to know what's happening, or what they're doing. You'd have a better chance of finding out than I would Azazel, perhaps you could speak to Jonathan Sims, or one of the other members of the JLD."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
    "Sure I have," Clarice agrees. "Gotten in and killed the occupants." More than once. She finishes off her drink now, and pushes herself to her feet, finally leaving Lydia's chair and desk in piece. "Speaking of my brothers," she remarks, "we have some mischief planned. We promise not to burn anything down." She gives Mystique a brief, one-armed hug, and offers Azazel a nod, before she heads for the door.

Azazel has posed:
Raising an eyebrow he says, "Now now, one of us here is actually quite magical. Perhaps I should pay them a visit and find out if they have more info then they've shared so far. After all, a lot of my magic tends to be on the darker side of the spectrum, so fucking up some angels with it should be a snap." He stands, moves over to Mystique and kisses her for a moment before saying, "I'm going to go poke my nose into a few places and see what I can find out. I'll see you soon, love."

    And with another *BAMF* he's gone.

Raven Darkholme has posed:
Clarice is offered a wave as Mystique says, "We have fire suppression, feel free to burn your quarters. Remember Clarice, two days... have fun with your brothers."

She is just turning as Azazel approaches, and the kiss is returned. For one brief moment, before he disappears, she gives him a hug that is almost clingy, then steps back as he speaks.

"Let me know what you find out, love," she says, then offers him a warm smile just as the bamf goes off and he's gone.