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Post by Paul Rogers on Nov 9, 2013 18:39:22 GMT -5
Paul Donovan Rogers
Conall MacFeorais
Same person. Time-tossed traveler. Wanted felon.
"How did I get myself into this mess!" Paul grunted as he vaulted over a low wall as he tried to flee the soldiers that were running after him. No. Check that. Mercs. Suddenly he was being chased by a bunch of money hungry jerks with guns.
"Dad, I wish you were here!" Paul said to himself as he kept running, looking for a place to hide. He wasn't a mutant, and he wasn't a mystic, so he fell in that most gray of areas. He was boring old human. But boring old human trained by the greatest soldier any world had ever known. Steve Rogers. Captain America. His adopted father and the only one he had known since he was about six. "Gotta find a place to hide," he muttered as he rounded a corner and suddenly found a hand on his shoulder. The hand yanked him backward straight into the wall. He realized the hand belonged to someone who could phase and relaxed for the time it took to go through the wall. Then Paul was all business again as he spun to see who had saved his bacon. Then his mouth dropped open.
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Post by Britt on Dec 12, 2013 18:59:24 GMT -5
"Oh crap. Babyface, will you just calm down."
"Mom?" Paul asked as the redhead looked at him and shook her fiery mane of hair. "You can't be Mom. You're too tall."
"She a pipsqueak in your world, too, peaches?" the woman asked as she holstered her pistol. She was not going to kill this kid. She didn't give a damn what her father said about it anymore. "Tiny. And a demoness?"
"Demon...what? No way. No freaking way. She was married to Captain America and was a proud member of the X-Men. And who are you anyway?"
"In this world I'd be Auntie Britt, I guess. My father the king wants you dead, but that is not happening," Britt replied as she eyed the young man she had pulled through the wall. "Long story short, he wants all her kids dead. Biological and adopted. I can tell she is not your birth mom. Portable DNA scanner," she said as she passed a meter with a red light over Paul's hand. "Look, I can't give you a friggin history lesson just yet. I need to get you to someplace safe. Lucky me."
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Post by Paul Rogers on Dec 27, 2013 18:29:42 GMT -5
"No, I am not going anywhere with you!" Paul snapped as this world's version of one of his aunts tried to calm him down. "I don't have an Aunt Britt. I have an Aunt Adaryn, and she's married to Uncle Tony. As in Iron Man. They're both Avengers..."
"And we haven't had Avengers or X-Men in about five years," Britt replied as she prayed the mercs didn't have scanners to track little nephew. She did not need a gun or rocket launcher pointed in their direction. "And if I don't get you the hell out of here, we'll be as dead as they are."
The wall behind them started to shake, and Paul started to back in the opposite direction. "OK, I get your point. Let's get out of here."
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Post by Gareth Kilduff on Dec 27, 2013 19:11:55 GMT -5
"Shit. That damned woman will be the death of me!"
Gareth St. Michael Kilduff was not a complicated man. Give him a steak and potatoes, a cigar and a bottle of scotch, and he could pass the evening in fine fashion. He liked fast cars and faster women, and unfortunately for him, he happened to like redheads a bit too much for his own good.
"Britt, stop this now!" Gar yelled from the other side of the wall where the redhead had pulled their mark. "I can't let you get away with this shit. I have to bring you both to the palace. You know that!"
Gar looked at one of his crew and snarled as his scanner went into some sort of meltdown. "Stupid piece of crap. Carlos, get this wall down now!"
The aforementioned Carlos started to send blasts of mystic energy at the wall of the building in front of them, and tiny cracks started to appear in the mortar.
"She is going to be the death of me!" Gar shouted as Carlos kept blasting the wall.
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Post by Paul Rogers on Mar 15, 2014 18:38:43 GMT -5
Paul was cursing under his breath as he and his new-found auntie exited the building before the side wall buckled. "Who are those jerks, and what do they want with me?"
"I told you already, babyface. Any kid related to Kari is as good as toast!" Britt shouted back as she used a TK push to keep the wall from falling on them. "I don't care if you were born in another reality. I don't care if you were adopted. More importantly, they don't care! Now hustle before we end up flatter than a pancake!"
The duo ran out into the street and kept running until they were clear of Britt's former companions. They continued down the street and ducked into an alley, only to find another group already there...
TBC Britt & Paul in Tick Tock - The Tank Awaits thread
TBC Gar & the NPC Carlos here
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