Limits
Limits 7
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(A/N: Reviews bring happiness to
Warrentopia. Almost as much as Laziness.
beseeches your reviews. He’ll make you Viceroy. This week’s Viceroy of
Warrentopia is Sadie Hyde.
let’s her partake of the Royal Warrentopian Cheetos)
“We
should ‘port in.” Jean suggested, “We’d look silly driving up in Dani’s bright
red pick-up truck...”
“...sporting
our X-Men colors?” Kurt finished, pulling on his ankle length black leather
trench coat that was part of his uniform. The large hood draped his shoulders
like a cowl. The hilts of his twin swords jutted above his shoulders. His
uniform was black on black leather body armor. His coat bore a slit up the
back, to the waist, allowing his tail free movement. He wore no footwear, of
course. Boots over his cat-like feet would hamper his ability to cling to
surfaces. Jean had her hair plaited into a single long braid. Her uniform
consisted of black leather pants, a black and pewter body armor top, and a
leather trench coat that was fitted in the bodice but flared down from the
waist. She wore black combat books with exciting metal bits.
“I
hope they don’t treat us like kids.” Jean adjusted her comlink and started the
calibration function of her portable Cerebra unit. Kurt did the same. He also
loaded his tranq gun and slid it into his holster. “They’re probably much
cooler then we are, being funded by the government. The guy’s name is
Vindicator.”
“Vindicator,
Sasquatch, Northstar, Wolverine...Sounds hard core to me.” Kurt agreed. He
tucked Tootsie Roll Pops into various pockets in his trench and uniform.
“Should I take my earrings out? Do they look too unprofessional?” He touched
the small silver hoops he wore in each ear.
“No,
I don’t think so, I’m sure they’re fine.” Jean tucked her comlink earpiece into
her ear, “I just hope they don’t have attitude and will cooperate. Other then
the Avengers, I’ve never met another so called “superhero” team. This should be
interesting.”
“
comlink earpieces. Kurt’s was dangling down his chest; Jean motioned for him to
put it on. Kurt slipped the earpiece over his ped eed ear while simultaneously
unwrapping a lollipop. “OK, it’s actually
nighttime, but you get the idea. How
are we this fine, fine May evening?”
adjusted the volume on her tiny comlink receiver.
“
ear, he winced and followed suit, dragging the volume way down.
“Five
by five.” Kurt quipped.
“
“
radio code for “Everything’s fine”. My dad used to say it all the time. He also
used the term “fivers”. It refers to radio signal strength and clarity, rating
from one to five. So Five by Five meant “Loud and Clear” to a radio operator.”
evening, Cyclops.” Kurt grinned, slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder. His
cheek bulged with his grape Tootsie Pop.
“
voice had a shadow of his old personality. “I’m
an endless supply of useless military trivia.”
“Hi,
Honey.” Jean said quietly, smiling as she packed up her equipment bag. She
tossed Kurt his med kit.
“
trouble? Anybody in a diabetic coma?”
“Us?
Please, Nightcrawler and I can handle our sucrose.” Jean laughed, “And we
“
softly.
“Me,
too.” Jean echoed.
“
Kurt slurped noisily on his lollipop, moaning slightly. “Oh, yeah, baby...work it. You know what Daddy likes.”
trace of Team Leader warning.
yanked Kurt’s Tootsie Pop out of his mouth. He pouted and snatched it back,
licking it demurely. “Be good.”
“
Scott lapsed into Cyclops mode, “Brief
me.”
glanced at his watch, “At 20:35. It’s currently 21:25. We made contact with
Alpha Flight by phone at 21:00.”
“They’re
in the book.” Jean added.
“
“We
have a meeting with Alpha Flight leader, Vindicator, at 22:30.” Kurt continued,
“MG and I will teleport to the meeting.”
“
23. Princeton Road, Toronto.” Kurt picked up the credit card receipt, reading
off the address.
“
sang, “Comlink signals located.
Nightcrawler: confirmed. Marvel Girl: Confirmed.”
where he wants the Cerebra transmitter relay. You should have time to drop the
relay prior to your meeting. Affirmative?”
“
radio contact. Cyclops out.”
“I’m
opening my laptop now.” Kurt said into his comlink.
“
guess what?”
pulled his laptop from his bag. He flipped it open while Jean set up the small
wireless satellite receiver near the window. He sucked thoughtfully on his
sucker as he pressed his thumb to the fingerprint scanpad. He typed in his
password after the print scan confirmed his ID.
hacking, coding, computer goddess. I finally have some help around here.”
more free time.” Kurt pulled up the Toronto satellite map. “And tell Miss
Mietze no more Raves. I take it that she’s out of
Indoc?”
Kurt’s shoulder at the map. “Where do you want the relay, Bobby?”
get me the best signal strength...here.” A grid on the map highlighted, and
then magnified. “It’s a reservoir. Should
give me at least a few hundred miles radius of sweet, hot Cerebra lovin’.
Locking in on the Fur-Footed Burrower’s Mutant-y goodness should be fairly
easy.”
closed down his laptop, returning it to its leather bag.
kiddies. Holler at me when you’re set. Iceman oooooout.”
northern area of the city. There was a chill to the evening air as the pair
observed the man-made watery expanse. Kurt looked up at the night sky, his eyes
glowing with their golden luminescence. Jean pressed her night vision enhanced
binoculars to her eyes and gazed around the reservoir. A wind picked up,
bringing the scent of the forest as it ruffled their hair. Kurt sipped from a
small bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. He had felt his caffeine system had too much
blood in it and had to remedy the situation. Jean, a fellow caffeine addict,
pulled it from his hand and took a swallow before handing it back.
that we, the unrepentant sugar junkies, drink diet soda.” Jean commented, snatching his soda for another drink.
took his bottle back. “And makes my teeth feel all icky.”
covert paramilitaristic mission for a suspected Mutant terrorist organization
make me very happy.” Jean patted him on the head.
manliness.”
about that structure over there?” Jean gestured towards a cement tower. Kurt
nodded and lifted a small case.
Mountain Dew. He eyed it sadly, knowing it would be gone when next he met it.
“This shouldn’t take more then ten minutes, and then we can get to our meeting
with Captain Canada.”
comlink.
came Bobby’s drawling reply.
peered through her binoculars, watching Kurt’s dark form scale up the side of
tower.
kinky...let me know when he’s ready.”
tightly around the relay case. He had a song stuck in his head, “Break the
glasses, chip the plates, that’s what Mr. Baggins hates…” He sang to himself.
This happened every single time he watched the animated version of the Hobbit.
He would have the songs stuck in his head for days. It was better then when he
had the score to Grease 2 trapped in his mind. That was just wrong. He
suspected Jean on that one; he did kind
of, sort of eat her pint of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food. It wouldn’t have been
the first time Jean put a song in someone’s head in a streak of righteous
vengeance. He found a nice little cranny near the top of the building to attach
the relay to. It only took him a few minutes to open the case, attach the
relay, and activate it. It’s little disc shaped antenna fanned itself out.
brushing his bangs from his eyes and popping a new sucker into his mouth.
One confirmed.” Bobby yawned. The relay’s LED displayed synched. “
unit. He drew his finger down the display and held it towards where he had left
Jean at the fence line. “One Alpha level Mutant detected.” He snapped the unit
shut.
and groovy.”
go my lad, yo ho my laaaaaad.” Kurt sang. The only effective way of removing a
song from one’s head was to infect someone else.
Goblins quaff, the Goblins beat, The Goblins laugh, the Goblins bleat…” Bobby
sang back automatically, “Kurt, you
Bavarian bastard.”
thoughts disrupted his moment of evil.
Kurt to reappear.
**
next to Jean, ready to take of to meet Alpha Flight to try and locate
Wolverine. He found himself kneeling on one knee, his trench coat spread out
behind him like a cloak. He smelled incense and brimstone. His head was bowed,
which gave him a marvelous view of the floor upon which his knelt. He gaped and
almost lost his Tootsie Pop.
inside a magical circle. He knelt in centcenter of a large protective pentagram;
hundreds of tiny runic symbols were scrawled inside it and around it.
knew a verdammnt magical circle when he saw one. Someone summoned him.
They must have been trying to summon something from Hell and he happened to get
caught in the crossfire when he teleported. He tried to ‘port. Nothing happened.
He was bound to the circle. He tried not to panic. He didn’t panic. He was very
proud and promised himself cookies if he managed to stay calm. He ordered his
tail to stay calm as well; it was whishing side to side, as if it was trying to
scamper off with or without him.
Infernal One.” A smoky German female voice crooned. Kurt really didn’t want to
look up. He really didn’t. Kurt had a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He slowly rose and looked up.
sighed.
church. A very beautiful nude woman lay bound and gagged on the floor in front
of the magic circle. She had some sort of silvery collar on and her body was
painted with more tiny little symbols. Her long black hair laid spread
underneath her like a blanket. She had some sort of black facial tattoos over
each eye. Several robed figures stood around the circle and the bound woman.
Jean’s worried thoughts interrupted buddbudding conniption fit.
Can you find me with Cerebra?>
him, pulling down her cowl. A very blonde, very German looking woman with a
rather severe bun and deep red lipstick shrugged of hof her robe. She wore a
black overcoat underneath her robe. A silver charm glittered on chain around
her neck. Kurt’s eyes widened and he almost giggled, a little hysterically. A
Swastika. Another figure unrobed, Kurt was very unhappy to see a strange lithe
man, dressed in a uniform, with a mask over his face. The other figures
disrobed as well. They seemed to be mostly Asian, some women, some men…all were
swathed in black. Nazis and Ninjas. Fucking
FNaziNazis and Ninjas. Holy fuck,x-Nax-Nazis AND Ninjas. Bobby would be so
happy.
on!>
isn’t he?” The German woman smiled at her masked partner.
A bald man with an impressive beard, walked out of the shadows.
mouth clamp shut. Ilsa chuckled. The man drew a symbol on the air with his
fingers. He pulled a small jewel from within his robe, it glimmered slightly in
the dim light. The jewel began to glow. The man knelt next to the bound woman
and whispered something almost inaudible. The drone of his voice made Kurt
shudder suddenly. The man touched the jewel to the nude woman’s face. Her eyes
snapped open. Kurt resisted the urge to cross himself. He watched in helpless fascination
as the sorcerer, or whatever he was, continued with his muttering. The jewel
turned to dust in his hand, and he carefully clenched his fist around it, not
spilling a mote. Demon-summoning, magic-using Nazis. It just kept getting
better and better. He noticed a few of the “ninjas” frowning. One woman, though
she wore the garb of what he assumed was The Hand, had perfectly done make-up
and was wearing very expensive looking diamond earrings. She stared at him, her
expression hard and slightly confused. He realized the problem. He’d been in
last month’s French Vogue. His Calvin Klein shoot. The woman probably didn’t
expect to recognize the summoned Incubus frhe Phe Pit of Hell from a rather
slutty print ad in fashion magazine. He didn’t want to let them onto to their
error until he had thought of something to do. They would probably be most displeased
to discover they had summoned some mutant male model and not their intended Incubus.
They could hurt the girl. Ok, Wagner,
let’s see how good of an actor you are.
ninja. He couldn’t speak but he could move. He held open his trench coat and
did a little twirl, letting it fall to the floor around his feet. He crouched
slowly, letting his hands slide down his thighs before he dropped into his
customary squat. And the Oscar goes
to…huh? He glanced down and ho quo quickly cover his surprise. His foot had
crossed the circle barrier. He could feel it tingle, but it had crossed it. He
could leave if he just jumped free and teleported. But the girl, he couldn’t
leave the girl. The sorcerer had started chanting again, in a language Kurt had
never heard. He lets his eyes flash towards her. He started to feel strange. Hungry.
The girl was looking at him almost impassively, her eyes betraying no emotion
whatsoever; despite whatever atrocity they had planned for her.
his horror, he found himself getting hard just by looking at her, lying there,
bound and beautiful. Sick much, Kurt, you
Verdammnt fucking pervert? He’d
never been so aroused. He wanted
and get the girl. He suddenly
pictured the girl writhing beneath him, her hands in his hair, her legs around
his hips, riding him, fearing him, feeding
was fucking with him. He had to make his move. Had to find an opening.
Her eyes were focused on his chest and not to admire how ripped he was. He
didn’t have to look. He had a big ‘ol crucifix dangling from his neck.
wearing a crucifix.” She looked over at the Hand members. Gregori just smiled
and held his finger against Ilsa’s lips.
handful of something into Kurt’s face. The dust from the jewel. Kurt sneezed
and froze. He brushed the dust from his face, spitting out the small amount
that had gotten in his mouth. It drifted around like glitter, each mote
suddenly winked out of existence with a tiny little twinkle. It was rather
pretty. Kurt stood perfectly still and waited. Nothing happened. He didn’t feel
any different. He wasn’t melting, writhing in agony, morphing into something
unpleasant...he felt fine. The strange faceless Nazi pulled odd-looking swords
from hip scabbards and strode towards the girl who still lay staring at Kurt.
No time for waiting anymore. Kurt pulled his swords free and somersaulted over
the small crowd towards the girl. The masked man spun with equal speed and met
him.
happen.” He started mumbling an arcane tongue but didn’t seem terribly
concerned. Ninjas scattered, giving the “demon” a wide berth.
Nazi’s strange swords and ‘ported, landing behind him. He executed a series of
swift multiports, slashing blow after blow at the Nazi. Sand poured from the
man, but he didn’t react at all to the damage. What the hell? Kurt parried several attacks from the man, who moved
with an inhuman speed and agility that almost matched Kurt’s own. He used his
tail to scoop up the bound woman, who started to thrash. He grabbed her against
him and ‘ported back towards the circle. The masked Nazi gave chase. Kurt
tucked his struggling cargo against his chest and used his tail to grab his
coat. He really liked that coat. He dodged the masked monster and ‘ported to
the ceiling, pressing the woman between him and the painted mural of Christ’s
Agony. He yanked the ball gag from her mouth. She didn’t scream, just raised an
eyebrow at him. He was going to have to risk a blind ‘port. Three miles,
straight up. Little chance of ending up inside a tree or building that way. The
masked fiend was crawling up the wall, just like Kurt could.
but do not harm him. You have no holy weapon.” Gregori called, finished with
his Incantation. “That’s no ordinary Incubus. It’s-“
hard to breathe. They were three miles up in the atmosphere. Kurt looked down
and started a quick succession of ‘ports down at an angle to keep from building
momentum. Shit! He realized he could
possibly be killing his passenger. He let them fall for a second as he regarded
her, her hair whipping violently around him. She stared at him with wide blue
eyes, but wasn’t retching. She had her legs wrapped around his hips, hanging on
for dear life. He took a chance and continued ‘porting. They were still over
he realized as he got closer to the ground, ‘porting fast. He landed in the
woods near the reservoir, a little hard; he had built up a tad of velocity when
he had held the fall for that split second.
They tumbled to the ground, his swords went flying.
ground, her arms still tied behind her. She grunted slightly from the sudden
force of his weight atop her. She looked up at him reproachfully. He slowly got
to his feet, helping her to hers by gently pulling her up with his tail that he
discovered was still firmly lashed around her waist. He let his tail unwind.
on Cerebra now.>
He was a little breathless, even in his mind. He retrieved his swords from the
leaves, happy they didn’t go far.
get here>
sorry about the rough landing.” He slid his swords back into their sheaths, and
rested his coat around her shivering shoulders.
from his belt. “I am unharmed.”
started to slice through the bonds of her wrists. “My name is-“
Alpha class Mutant. Enhanced speed and agility. Age: 24, Born November 11th,
1982 in Munich, Germany. Height: five feet, nine inches. Weight: 165 lbs.
Member of Mutant organization known as the X-Men.” She tucked the coat around
her when her arms were free. She undid the clasp from her hair. She gathered
the waist length locks and piled it on her head in a loose French twist,
securing it with the clasp. Tendrils of raven colored hair framed her face. She
touched the collar at her throat with distaste. “I will require your assistance
with the removal of this power inhibitor, Nightcrawler. It’s mystical in origin
and I believe your adopted mother, Margali Szardos, is a sorceress of some
renown. Then I will need to speak with Charles Xavier.” She stepped up to him,
pressing herself to him, reaching around him and relieving him of the gun he
had tucked into his holster at his back. She stepped back, opened the clip and
eyed the tranq bullets with a small frown. She slapped the clip back in and
slid the gun into the pocket of Kurt’s coat.
aroused. “Err...How?” The girl reached into the pocket of his coat and handed
him a Tootsie Pop.
from his hand, pulled off the wrapper, and handed it back. He shoved it in his
mouth. She was right, it did help. “You have me at a disadvantage.” He cocked
his head to the side, “Who are-“