A Mother's Love

January 20, 2016:

An unfortunate encounter in Mutant Town involves Ripclaw, Ravager and X-Man.

District X "Mutant Town"

Characters

NPCs: Mother-May-I, "Wannabe" gang the Barricudas

Mentions: Purifiers, Cyberdata, Demon Scum, Charles Xavier, Rachel Summers, X-Men

Mood Music: [*\# None.]


Fade In…

Mutant Town is chilly right now but the snowfall has lifted and the streets are back to looking as dirty as can be expected.

"I figure I don't have to be bashful in front of you, Ravager." Robert the man who goes by Ripclaw grins at Rose. He has been getting used to the company of the young mercenary turned hero-mutant sympathizer, ever since he moved in to the abandoned and overgrown dojo near Westchester he's had a couple visitors from that particular crowd. Nice people, right minded but he doesn't feel they would stand for what he feels is necessary.
"Up ahead." Ripclaw remarks in their stride down the sidewalk. It's frigid out, he doesn't exactly feel it like most people but he is dressed to the part, leather jacket with hoodie underneath, woolen finger-less gloves, cowboy hat, worn cowboy boots (one of them is duct taped around the arch).

"So what did you do for the holidays?" Some small talk. It'll make him appear to be less obvious. Or at least help him get to know the woman a bit more. Win win on both fronts no doubt.

A sidelong glance has Rose casting that mismatched gaze towards Ripclaw, pace matching his but whereas one of his boots bears duct tape one of hers is torn down a side and the eyelets ripped clean out, half the lace is tattered and frayed. The remnants of the other night and she had yet to replace the boots, she had an attachment. It's a chick thing - that and it is hard to replace steel toes with the switch blades in the base, but she had to pull the one out of the sole of her boot because it was flopping loosely. Not safe. So even the sole /talked/ when she walked. Not yet back to Xavier's she has not replaced much of anything as being lost in her own head has taken precedence.

"Bashful? Is that a yogurt topping or a real thing? Sounds like it'd be delicious with granola and a /cherry/." The smirk that curls lips is hidden behind the waves of platinum hair that are pitched over one shoulder as the other side is braided up tight to the scalp to form the half mohawk.

The long leather trenchcoat conceals quite a bit, and unless you have a trained eye for weaponry holsters and how it makes fabric -bunch- in places then she looked like just another vagabond wandering the streets. One in thought as she was asked about the holidays. "I drank. A lot. Nothing new." A pause and she looks ahead to where he mentioned and then back to him in glances although she was more keeping senses out on their surroundings as Mutant Town has been under quite a bit of fire lately.

"And you? How is the dojo of yours?"

"I don't like yogurt." Ripclaw retorts. "It was quiet. Peaceful… the way I like it. It is turning out to be a real bachelor pad." Nothing has changed there other than he has made it more suitable for living by connecting up a small generator he can run from time to time. As much as he would like to consider himself an outdoors-man some creature comforts are nice to enjoy occasionally. Like watching the Christmas Story on on the Eve. Those little human reminding things.
"Drinking does it for you? Can't say I'm a big fan of that either. For myself… to each their own. Some people can handle it. It's too much of a cancer."

"I got enough out of Demon Scum in round two to find out where a pretty big CD officer is farming." Ripclaw stops at the corner of the building and tips his head around it. "Wannabes. Most of them but there is two real mutants in there… at least I think they're mutants. I could be off but the gills on that yellow kid are too real. I haven't seen cosmetic surgery that looks that good yet plus I seen him electrocute someone a couple days ago. Maybe I should have shared that first."

Peering around the corner will give full view of about a dozen teenagers to young adults standing around with skateboards, cigarettes and bagged bottles. This is M-Town and the cops of District X's Precinct 13 have bigger worries than a bunch of hoods and minors practicing the ways of 'Thug Life'.

"Two options. We follow them, which might end up being a few more days before he gets snatched up… if they even think he worth it or we go take him out and que…." A pause and Ripclaw's mouth opens and closes his red eyes unfocused as he looks like hes about to start just drooling.

"I have yet to find anything that 'does it' for me. If I did I wouldn't keep pushing it." Maybe. Even Rose does not know if she is lying there. Her creature comforts are vices that go into depraved levels of dangerous. Pausing at that corner where Ripclaw peered around at the group Rose watched him, a small smirk curling a corner of lips as she leaned in and uttered. "It had other meanings."

Rocking back Ravager undoes the trenchcoat and reaches inside to grab a pack of cigarettes and pluck one loose to place between lips. "They're boys, allow me…" Though Ripclaws look and sudden shift has Rose tucking the cigarette behind her ear to snap in front of Ripclaws face.

"Okay, come on Chief, now is not the time to go all catatonic and special on me."
"Huh?" Ripclaw's mouth closes, "I'm fine. She is near… or at least near enough I can hear here." A clawtip reaches up and taps his skull. "Took a sec to remind me she isn't my Mother. You don't hear it right?" He studies Rose a moment. "Probably not. She's never had contact with your mind and isn't focused on you." The man talks like he is talking to himself, possibly reassuring or simply being informative. Maybe both. "An' don't call me, Chief. Suyapi." A light smile but his features make it hard to tell if he is joking or serious.
"I don't get it with the yogurt by the way."

"You make me sound like a soup and not a dessert. Given the climate I don't know if I should be offended." Rose states in retort to /suyapi/, shoving her hands in her pockets and rocking back from Ripclaw, a brow arching heavenward as the cig is pulled from behind her ear and placed back to the corner of lips.

"Was my retort to being bashful. I lost that cherry a long time ago." And when the coat flares open with a gesture of her pushed hands in the pocket what lies beneath is enough to gain eyes and prove the point. Black leather pants lace up the front of legs, exposing diamond gaps of flesh beneath the criss-crossed patters that cling to keep the leather on her form, hanging low on hips to leave toned abdomen riddled in scars exposed as well as the vest that laces up the front but hands in strips to cover her in part.

"I haven't had a mother since I was 10. So no." Rose speaks dismissively, veiling any real feelings just as his smile did before she turns to head down the alley towards the 'Thugs', exposing her placement after she clears attention from being directed to Ripclaw.

" 'Eya boys. Got a light?"

The alley is a brief passage in to a parking lot full of broken down or shit cars that sit across from a small convenient store. A regular hang out for this particular group of wannabes. It's not every day someone like Rose strides right up to them, the catcalls and whistling is obvious to be expected.
"Damn girl… " A kid in the front leer dances towards her waving his hands two and fro. Whiskers. He has whiskers. Closer inspection shows they're implants and bad ones. He doubtful can afford anything more expensive.
"This is Barracuda turf. You not a flatscan are you?"

Ripclaw can't help but snort from where he is. A sound that goes unnoticed.

"Cause if you ain't there is a fee. Right, Cod?"
"Hey, Cod?"
"Huh? Yes. Whatever… the Mother is calling again. I have to go soon."
"Why doesn't the Mother ever call the rest of us?"
A punch is thrown and some cursing but it's only a heartbeats worth of distraction before each and all of them are intent upon the newcomer Rose.
"I got a light." A chunky member wearing face paint pipes in. Face paint that makes him look like a blow fish.

Rose does not respond to them, in fact when she leans forward to accept the light and suck in the toxins with a near-felinistic pleased expression upon her face, eyes closed and a deep breath in…

Leaning back she pulls the smoke from her lips and smiles, when eyes open and she takes them in again her head slowly shakes. "Flatscan?" The single word uttered brining her milky eye to flare to life and cast an iridescent blue glow from it as she bounces her gaze from one to the next trying to run a database search on them. "I believe I have a pulse."

A single hand rises and presses fingers to her neck to check for a pulse, head tilting ever so slightly. But when her hand lowers she points cigarette laden fingers at this 'Cod'.

"You ask me if I am human, while he has a curfew?" A small huffing laugh and she puts the cigarette back between her lips, the smile darkening ever so slightly as this Mother was now uttered by another, confirming the target to her and verifying.

The chunky assistant to brandished her a lighter is grabbed by the shoulder and in one motion shoved behind Rose while her other hand reaches behind the flare of trenchcoat, drawing a large throwing knife and aiming it end over end to attempt and land it hilt first against 'Cods' temple. A warning blow. But the lighter wielding kid can hear one word as he is shoved behind Rose.

"Run."

"Huh?" Seems to be the phrase of the day as the Blowfish goes stumbling past her skidding across cement. Not the most graceful guy. The others are just as surprised when Cod takes a blade handle to the forehead and topples backwards, electricity suddenly zapping off of him in all directions. One of the nearest teens lets out a shriek as the bolt covers him and then gravity takes over. Three down that quick. Run? They are. Almost every single one of them is sprinting off in opposite directions except for Cod who is crawling over to the zapped kid, "Groper! Oh man, Groper, are you okay?" He has a pulse just like Rose. She can tell by the rise and fall of his chest - Cod is just panicking or putting on a show.

Ripclaw steps from where he was surveying and strides forward to join the pale haired woman's side. "I didn't expect this."

*Slap-skith. Slap-thunk.* The steps do not sound that threatening, but when the others scatter, clearing a path around Rose like a tide of chickens fleeing the coup she stands behind Cod and one boot flashes a metal blade that switches out, aiming to kick him on one side of his head and bring him down to lay beside his friend, but when the follow through comes it lands the bladed side of her boot to press at the side of his lips and threaten to cut his smile just a bit wider.

"I think you should be worried about yourself right now, Cod. You're going to be late for /dinner/." Rose's eyes flick towards Ripclaw in his approach and a huff exhales past her lips with a small smile.

"Did not expect -which part-?"

"They folded like dominoes. No spine on kids these days… not even some sass." Ripclaw shrugs and watches her bully poor Cod. "Nice throw and he's alive kid. Just answer our questions."

"I… I have to go Mother is calling." The white's of Cod's eyes are visible as he half stares at the blade while looking at Groper who appears to have wet himself. Cod appears to be afraid of his own powers or at least holding conscience enough to worry about a friend. Both possibly.

"If I don't go she will be upset with me and the others will get mad."

Ripclaw steps forward and leans down grabbing Cod's wrist and holding it up. "Scum was right, you're in contact with Cyberdata."

"Who? No. Just Mother and her friends, they're helping make me stronger so the Purifiers don't get me." A curl of his nose and Ripclaw stands up releasing the kids hand.

"Where is Mother?"

"I can't tell you. She says you're not one of their kids anymore. You're bad. Please, just let me go. We weren't hurting anyone we just like to be mutants together… "

"The one that extended kinship without harassing me did not clue you in on that?" Rose inquired towards Ripclaw, but in her words, tone, or upon lips there was no smile, just the zeroed focus upon this Cod and his Groper. That thought got a derisive snort from Rose as she turned her head and spat the cigarette to the ground.

The hand that came up to her face to wipe lips is sudden armed with a pistol as the pivoting system beneath is triggered to release the gun to her. The hand lowers as Cod speaks with Ripclaw and leaves the barrel of the weapon leveled on his unconscious friend, her thumb clicking the safety off.

"Your Mother is fucking with a delicate balance. Enlighten us or I fuck with yours by narrowing down your little 'school' of mutants." Though as Rose speaks she rocks forward, drawing that blade from her boot tighter against the corner of his lips.

"I can direct you to a place for that. That welcomes you and yours. Will protect you and give you a real family of mutants to be around, and they're /good/. But you need to pick a side. Hint: The one you're on now, is not the right one." Pause as Rose looks to a non existent watch and then Ripclaw.

"Ten seconds sound good?" Press.

"Mother is… Mother… " Cod says with panic rising in his voice.

"He is being controlled. The Mother works this way. Her job is recruitment." Ripclaw informs Rose while looking around them. The heavyset kid is up on his feet and running away. Groper is still down and unconscious but doesn't appear like he'll die anytime soon… unless the Ravager puts a slug through him.

"No, no, please don't. This is just what we do… some of them aren't even real mutants, we just like to be together as ourselves, different. Don't kill him. He's a flatscan too… I… I mean a normal person. He doesn't even have any mods… the Mother doesn't talk to them just me. They're innocent."

"The last time some one around here was promised a place to be where they can live among other muties a shipment of slaves headed for Genosha was stopped by the DEO." Ripclaw comments with a grunt, "Isn't this your gig? You're one of the X-Men. Thought your people were all about making other mutants and humans all unified and ready for coexistence." Something the man applauds but once again it has no room for what he intends for Cyberdata.

As the kid stammers over his words Rose gives and exasperated gesture that waves her gun through the air in a fanning motion, following the roll of her eyes. The gun comes back down but as it does so it is expertly fired to put a hole in the concrete beside Gropers head, spattering cement on his unconscious face as the projectile ricochets off into a nearby dumpster with a *THUNK*.

"Oops. Missed." Pause. "I asked about this Mother. He needs her location. You can be on your merry way and carrying on in …. 5 seconds. Or not." A light tilt of Rose's head and she looks to Ripclaw with his prodding of her status, apparently something that had been eating at her anyway and caused her to blink rapidly and settle the hell of that bladed boot to the ground, in turn forcing Cod to turn his head lest his smile grows /wider/.

"I am all for Peace Love Understanding and Hippies. I will back it, I will enforce it. But I have different methods for peace. Eye for an eye, kind of methods." Rose states as she deadpans at Ripclaw, the evidence being that of mismatched gaze to get the point across.

"Let Cod know the truth. He's listening. Aren't you, Cod?" Nudge.

Nate has been contacting X-Men after an odd random meeting with someone he doesn't quite know. One of those parallel earth immigrant things that happen to him sometimes. Which is the reason he is breaking his usual policy of leaving Rose alone while she is doing her mercenary gigs. Surprise for him, the white-haired girl is barely a few blocks from his position. «Rose. How is? You are not going to believe who I have just met. Also, I know where Hank is now. Just told Bets.»

"OH NO OH NO!" Cod exclaims in stark terror at the gunshot. Upon seeing Groper is fine he waves his hands frantically, "I can take you there. You can stop…. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. We just don't want to be victims… "
"Kind of stupid way to go about it." Ripclaw mumbles under his breath, "Up Cod, up and start walking."

"No." Cod straightens up and stares at Ripclaw and Ravager. His eyes having that blank glaze to them again. "I will not let you hurt Mother." A telepathic spike. A suggestion and a voice can be heard, maybe Nate isn't meant to hear it but he does and he can feel the powerful calm and intelligent being behind it. "Cod, they're not like us. The woman isn't a mutant and the other one is bad. They want to hurt me, they want to hurt your Mother. Who would love you if I am gone?"

Tears begin to stream down Cod's cheeks a static charge fills the air and flicks of electricity start to spike off of the mutate.

"Yes, use the gifts we have given you to stop them. Give them a warning so others like them don't come here. Please, your Mother needs you to protect her." The telepathic send is also part suggestion and the mind behind it is experienced, potent and strong also surprisingly soothing, full of adoration and tenderness.

«One moment.» Nate's conversation mentally with Rose is cut off just before she fires the bullet at Groper's unconscious body. When Rose opens back up Nate can hear his yells of protest and her own thoughts of disdain. «Good. We can get him soon, but first..» And then the mental transmission is interrupted by this Mother and Rose is backpedaling a bit, leaving Cod the room to rise as Ripclaw had asked as Rose utterly shuts down her mental links and walls herself back up.

Heels of hands had gone to her temples as feedback bleeds out, the loud white noise that she uses to silence everything and cut it off. The pistol in her hand is suddenly snapping down and aiming for Cod, centering from his head down to his wrist that Ripclaw had inspected and fires. A wound that could be mortal if untreated, but Rose does not like people in her head and the reaction is survival, knee jerk, and brutal - Even if Mother was not targeting her, she interrupted her conversation with Nate.

A spike of that electricity connects to the barrel of her risen gun, bleeding down the metal holsters and rigging that runs down her arms and holds another pistol as well as her swords along her forearms. In turn Rose's hands begin to spasm and the pistol falls from grip.

Nate is not expecting trouble… well, not much. Two years dating Rose, he knows better to expect peace and quiet. But the telepathic presence nearby draws his attention, and he concentrates in listening. It is not a message for him, but he is close enough. «Is there another telepath with you? Something… fuck! Thatguyisundermindcontrol. Duck!» He flies towards the alleyway at top speed while sending a psychic 'shove' to the other telepath, trying to disrupt her control.

Cod isn't bullet proof nor is he fast enough to dodge a projectile at this close a range. A cry of pain escapes him as the shot tears through his forearm causing him to spin with it.

With that outcry his left arm rises up and a bolt of electricity arcs off of his hand in to Rose and chain lightnings in to Ripclaw only to bounce around and also fry the kid on the ground. Each of them is introduced to several tens of thousands of volts.

"I must protect Mother." Cod hisses.

The telepathic connection between the Mother and Cod is strong enough Nate's push does little more than remove her from transmitting to himself and Ravager. Given closer proximity or more time he would be able to completely sever their connection but he doesn't have that convenience right now.

"The Mother… loves us! And I love her!" Cod now snarls with new motivation and starts to looks a lot like Emperor Palpatine as even the wounded limb comes forward and his fingers curl in, charged lines of electric pain being orchestrated upon the mercenary and the Ghost Warrior.

A growl erupts from Ripclaw while glossy metallic fingers elongate in to deadly blades. The pain urging him towards violence as the electric shower has his hair standing on end. The stench of burnt Groper punk filling his nostrils. "The kid's lost it… we will have to put him down… " It pains him but he's not seeing reason and it's likely he just killed his own companion.

Cod's mind is alive with the whispering of the Mother as she encourages him to destroy their enemies, to protect her. He doesn't have to fear anyone anymore, no more night and day terror that the Purifiers will come in and get him or his friends. He is strong enough now to deal with them. Strong enough to deal with anyone. He begins to smile as he lights the two assailants up.

"Die for Mother."

Oh, Rose is down, kneeling in front of her gun as electricity archs through her, making her body going into a rippling spasm. From all fours to upon knees her spine archs and she screams as smoke begins to rise from her skin.

That shit hurts, not like being set on fire because that is on the outside. This… Is on the inside and it felt like her insides were being fricassee'd. A deep breath in and she doubles over, still for a moment as the archs jump between her and Ripclaw, eminating the air with the aroma of fried flesh, hair, and sparked metal. The coat Rose is wearing goes up in flames, making her bowed and buckled body suddenly fight it.

Legs tuck beneath her, planting heavy rubber soles to the ground as the jerky otions are not only the conductive properties but that of her shedding the leather trench and then the rigging that races along arms and shoulders, making her seem almost mechanical braced beneath.

Slowly, painfully slow, step. By. Step. Rose is dropping bits and approaching Cod while electricity dances beneath her skin, making her hair stand on end and her body twitch, a single sword is drug along the ground, plucked from the clatter of bracers.

Yes, she heard Ripclaw, though she had closed off before Nate's warning and in a sweeping motion if Ripclaw or Nate does not stop it or get there before her she is seeking to drag that sword in an arch upward while her body resembles something of a narcoleptic figure skater, spinning to drag the sword through Cod's body and sever it in twixt. Or a part of him. Whatever she can get to.

At this point though in her pivoting twitchy spin Rose is with her back to Cod, using the point of the blade like a cane to remain standing while she gathers for round two…

It seems Nate is too far to be able to drive 'Mother' away, but he is closing quickly. Too late. He sees the flickering light of the lightning just a couple seconds he turns to enter the alleyway. Too late to shield Ravager or Ripclaw. Once he sees the trio closer, he attempts to raise a telekinetic wall between the lightning mutant and the other two.

In the telepathic field, he can't press his attack, as he is directing giving most of his energy to telekinesis, but at least he attempts to get a good glance to 'Mother' psychic signature. So maybe Xavier or Rachel will be able to track it down later.

The telekinetic bubble Nate tosses up is a plus and a disadvantage the wall deflects the barrage assaulting Rose and Ripclaw possibly saving them from death but also casts it further out in a crackling radius around them. Rose can feel the muscles responding as they should once again now that voltage isn't coursing through her body and Ripclaw likewise finds himself capable of peeling himself from the cement.

"No… Mother I won't fail you." The electrical bolts ripping from Cod increase their torrent of pulses and he battles Nate's will with his Cyberdata boosted Godtech. It is clear his body is failing him as blackened pits begin to appear along his arms and veins under the skin start to darken and go black.

"Cod!" A voice near them screams. It is the heavyset kid, "Cod what are you doing! You're killing Groper… "

"He is already dead. They made me kill him! I will make them suffer for Groper and Mother… for Mother… " A fizzle pop sound escapes Cod's arms as what appears to be metallic spurs start to protrude from his skin, each of them charring then melting to blackened slag.

"He wasn't fully finished in his conversion… he is oversurging the implants. Killing himself to kill us…. " For Mother. Ripclaw could hear the echo in his mind. He remembered some of the conditioning. Mother was not his recruiter but he did encounter her.

Rose's lethargic looking spin catches Cod with a huff sound and then the sickening slide of blade in to flesh. "No… " A raspy noise and he grips down on the blade still surging with renewed force but like any vital wound once opened a person bleeds out and his power is fast fading. Trick is surviving that final climax of lethal energy.

"NO!" A shrill telepathic scream that doesn't belong to Cod is released. It would appear the Mother might have genuinely carried for this lost child or she simply disliked losing.

Rose is precariously balancing, the metal of the sword laden in blood shows the constitution it is taking to remain on feet even as everything becomes free of additional charge and motions become more voluntary. One step forward and she slides down to one knee, but keeps her feet planted, the rubber… That is all her mind focuses on. Staying grounded…

Looking up, Nate's arrival garners some relief, the narrowed set of eyes moving to apologetic just before she picks up her fallen pistol and spins upon that one bent knee to aim her bullet to end Cod's misery and that suddenly audible telepathic voice omitting through him.

Now that mismatched gaze turns towards the kid she had told to run earlier, her bionic eye surging still with resonant waves of electricity like a plasma ball, droplets of blood falling from her nose. "Go home, kid."

Nate's telekinetic forcefields can take a good deal of punishment, but Cod's suicidal discharge makes him grunt with pain and his arrival to the alley's floor is little better than a crash-landing. Just in time to see the young man implants break through his skin and burn most horrifyingly. "You bitch…" he grumbles, directing his anger to Mother.

His mind is flaring with pain, and it is not the psychic feedback, the technovirus is acting up, maybe in response to the godtech meltdown on Cod's body. "Pull back, he is going to explode," he adds in a straining voice.

"Explode?" Ripclaw manages before reaching out and snagging Rose by the scruff as though she were some feral wildcat. His general level of hardiness and metamorphic healing allows him a higher degree of resilence. His hestation in all of this has been on a mental level, Mother-May-I's subtle exertion has had him in a fog even despite his own personal discipline and training as a shaman.

With a fling towards X-Man the Ravager is sent sailing Nate's direction.

What transpires next can only be described as gorey. The level of gore Mortal Kombat games revel in and pride themselves over. What remains of Cod is nothing more than several burnt pieces of implants and one high top sneaker.

The heavyset gangbanger can hear Rose but his eyes are glued, no tears, just raw open dismay. "He… killed himself… he killed Groper… Fuck you mutants. Fuck you." The chunky kid lifts his shirt up and wipes his face off, smearing all the paint off of it. "They were right. Fuck all of you. I hope the Purifiers kill all of your people. Every one of you needs to burn… " Swallowing heavily the kid turns and flees.

This was all of your doing. You race traitors who see yourselves equal to sheep. Next we meet you would do wise to embrace my love for love is the most powerful force of all and should you reject it you will be crushed. Remember this day X-Men and Robert Bearclaw for this day you killed two innocents and created more enemies.
The connection severs and they are left without the Mother's voice.

Oh, Rose is down, kneeling in front of her gun as electricity arcs through her, making her body going into a rippling spasm. From all fours to upon knees her spine arches and she screams as smoke begins to rise from her skin.

That shit hurts, not like being set on fire because that is on the outside. This… Is on the inside and it felt like her insides were being fricasseed. A deep breath in and she doubles over, still for a moment as the arc jumps between her and Ripclaw, emanating the air with the aroma of fried flesh, hair, and sparked metal. The coat Rose is wearing goes up in flames, making her bowed and buckled body suddenly fight it.

Legs tuck beneath her, planting heavy rubber soles to the ground as the jerky motions are not only the conductive properties but that of her shedding the leather trench and then the rigging that races along arms and shoulders, making her seem almost mechanical braced beneath.

Slowly, painfully slow, step. By. Step. Rose is dropping bits and approaching Cod while electricity dances beneath her skin, making her hair stand on end and her body twitch, a single sword is drug along the ground, plucked from the clatter of bracers.

Yes, she heard Ripclaw, though she had closed off before Nate's warning and in a sweeping motion if Ripclaw or Nate does not stop it or get there before her she is seeking to drag that sword in an arch upward while her body resembles something of a narcoleptic figure skater, spinning to drag the sword through Cod's body and sever it in twixt. Or a part of him. Whatever she can get to.

At this point though in her pivoting twitchy spin Rose is with her back to Cod, using the point of the blade like a cane to remain standing while she gathers for round two…

It seems Nate is too far to be able to drive 'Mother' away, but he is closing quickly. Too late. He sees the flickering light of the lightning just a couple seconds he turns to enter the alleyway. Too late to shield Ravager or Ripclaw. Once he sees the trio closer, he attempts to raise a telekinetic wall between the lightning mutant and the other two.

In the telepathic field, he can't press his attack, as he is directing giving most of his energy to telekinesis, but at least he attempts to get a good glance to 'Mother' psychic signature. So maybe Xavier or Rachel will be able to track it down later.

The telekinetic bubble Nate tosses up is a plus and a disadvantage the wall deflects the barrage assaulting Rose and Ripclaw possibly saving them from death but also casts it further out in a crackling radius around them. Rose can feel the muscles responding as they should once again now that voltage isn't coursing through her body and Ripclaw likewise finds himself capable of peeling himself from the cement.

"No… Mother I won't fail you." The electrical bolts ripping from Cod increase their torrent of pulses and he battles Nate's will with his Cyberdata boosted Godtech. It is clear his body is failing him as blackened pits begin to appear along his arms and veins under the skin start to darken and go black.

"Cod!" A voice near them screams. It is the heavyset kid, "Cod what are you doing! You're killing Groper… "

"He is already dead. They made me kill him! I will make them suffer for Groper and Mother… for Mother… " A fizzle pop sound escapes Cod's arms as what appears to be metallic spurs start to protrude from his skin, each of them charring then melting to blackened slag.

"He wasn't fully finished in his conversion… he is over-surging the implants. Killing himself to kill us…. " For Mother. Ripclaw could hear the echo in his mind. He remembered some of the conditioning. Mother was not his recruiter but he did encounter her.

Rose's lethargic looking spin catches Cod with a huff sound and then the sickening slide of blade in to flesh. "No… " A raspy noise and he grips down on the blade still surging with renewed force but like any vital wound once opened a person bleeds out and his power is fast fading. Trick is surviving that final climax of lethal energy.

"NO!" A shrill telepathic scream that doesn't belong to Cod is released. It would appear the Mother might have genuinely carried for this lost child or she simply disliked losing.

Rose is precariously balancing, the metal of the sword laden in blood shows the constitution it is taking to remain on feet even as everything becomes free of additional charge and motions become more voluntary. One step forward and she slides down to one knee, but keeps her feet planted, the rubber… That is all her mind focuses on. Staying grounded…

Looking up, Nate's arrival garners some relief, the narrowed set of eyes moving to apologetic just before she picks up her fallen pistol and spins upon that one bent knee to aim her bullet to end Cod's misery and that suddenly audible telepathic voice omitting through him.

Now that mismatched gaze turns towards the kid she had told to run earlier, her bionic eye surging still with resonant waves of electricity like a plasma ball, droplets of blood falling from her nose. "Go home, kid."

Nate's telekinetic force-fields can take a good deal of punishment, but Cod's suicidal discharge makes him grunt with pain and his arrival to the alley's floor is little better than a crash-landing. Just in time to see the young man implants break through his skin and burn most horrifyingly. "You bitch…" he grumbles, directing his anger to Mother.

His mind is flaring with pain, and it is not the psychic feedback, the TechnoVirus is acting up, maybe in response to the Godtech meltdown on Cod's body. "Pull back, he is going to explode," he adds in a straining voice.

"Explode?" Ripclaw manages before reaching out and snagging Rose by the scruff as though she were some feral wildcat. His general level of hardiness and metamorphic healing allows him a higher degree of resilience. His hesitation in all of this has been on a mental level, Mother-May-I's subtle exertion has had him in a fog even despite his own personal discipline and training as a shaman.
With a fling towards X-Man the Ravager is sent sailing the man's direction.

What transpires next can only be described as gory. The level of gore Mortal Kombat games revel in and pride themselves over. What remains of Cod is nothing more than several burnt pieces of implants and one high top sneaker.

The heavyset gangbanger can hear Rose but his eyes are glued, no tears, just raw open dismay. "He… killed himself… he killed Groper… Fuck you mutants. Fuck you." The chunky kid lifts his shirt up and wipes his face off, smearing all the paint off of it. "They were right. Fuck all of you. I hope the Purifiers kill all of your people. Every one of you needs to burn… " Swallowing heavily the kid turns and flees.

This was all of your doing. You race traitors who see yourselves equal to sheep. Next we meet you would do wise to embrace my love for love is the most powerful force of all and should you reject it you will be crushed. Remember this day X-Men and Robert Bearclaw for this day you killed two innocents and created more enemies. The connection severs and they are left without the Mother's voice.

When Ripclaw grabs her up like he did she was pretty much like a feral wildcat. The description was spot on but add in a bit of Tasmanian Devil because after that whole show she is extremely on edge and defensive.

If Nate does not catch her she lands on him and rolls to her feet. Either way she is on her feet and wiping the blood from her nose with the back of her hand. "Okay," Her tremor stricken hand lowers and from a glance to the departing kid to that of Ripclaw and Nate. "I am not the only one with explaining to do today."

A brow perks and she is staring at Ripclaw. Waiting.

Nate offs, he was barely standing up when Rose lands on him, armor and all. There is a string of cursing, but not too loud because his head is throbbing. "Great," he finally manages, standing up slowly. "So Magneto got a new fan, uh? Who is that murderous witch? I am going to kill her for what she did to that kid."

"Onward young spirits and towards the sacred path of evening light." Ripclaw whispers and flicks two fingers towards the air before turning to face Rose and Nate. "You wished to go on this little field trip away from the dojo so I took you. This is a little more violence than I had anticipated but I am never surprised when the corruption of Cyberdata is involved."

A pause and a slow stare at the tragic set behind him and he speaks on, "This is but a small taste of the killing that will follow. I will be honest I had invited you, Ravager, because I could see some part of you is prepared for this, born of such a thing. Maybe even bred for it. Peace is out of the question where Cyberdata and it's subjects are involved. This can be only war."
Nate's question about the Mother and who she is is ignored. This knowledge isn't something he plans on sharing so people can get in his way with their attempts at harmonizing. A blight needs purged so something new can grow in it's place and fill the void. "If you are serious about killing her then I will tell you. If you only speak in anger right now… continue to wonder."
Ripclaw cants his chin upwards and stares at them both from beyond his proud cheekbones with those glimmering red eyes. It would appear he is quite serious.

Rose looks like she has tourettes in random intervals. Her steps to collect her things are prideful and not trying to show how in some places her muscles are cramping and her insides feel like they are cooling on a kabob stick as they begin to mend. But when she bends to pick up a sword it looks almost robotic with the random jerking of muscle spasms.

"J-jesus f-th-fuck." Another bit of blood trickles from her nose and she wipes it away with another exasperated gesture. Pause, breathe and she is going over her arm rigging, slowly putting it back on. The coat is bits of fabric and ash.

When Ripclaw makes his statement Rose is deadpanning at him, one slow blink and she is snapping her pistols back into place in the fixture just before they pivot back and rest barrel down, above her elbows along her triceps.

"I'm in." Two words said with a tone that leaves no room for doubt.

Nate goes to help Rose stand, but he ends up leaning on her too. Pain is making him dizzy, so he pats his pockets for the drugs he uses to deal with it. "Yes… well. Maybe. Maybe a long stay in jail will fix her problems, whatever they are. X-Men are not supposed to kill even the assholes that really deserve it." He glances to Rose, and smirks faintly. Some exceptions are allowed. Even if Xavier might disagree.

"Good." Ripclaw says to Rose before drifting his focus back on Nate,"There is no maybe in this, friend. It is an all in yes or a no. If it is a no I suggest you return to wherever your people are upstate and tell them to steer clear of this. The lines will blur when the blood comes to the wire. If you catch me?"
"These people are beyond redemption."

Rose looks between Nate and Ripclaw as she snaps her swords back up along her forearm, walking to retrieve her blade and inhaling as her hand trembles in retrieval and Nate leans on her. She takes the weight and listens. "He's right, Nate. Jail just gives them time to harbor further resentment, and there are some people that don't deserve even that time with three hots and a cot." The words reminding her of last night in Chicago.

"You heard her, felt her, saw what she is capable of. It needs to stop before it starts and more people hate us…"A tilt of chin towards where the one kid stood witness and denounced his claim to fame in cosplaying a mutie.

Nate nods, "alright… if you really believe that is necessary, I am in." He has no major objections to killing, just not something he does nowadays when there are less final alternatives. But it takes little effort convincing him Cyberdata goons deserve no mercy at all. "And… I think we can get some more mutants to help if you want a stronger group."

"I believe it is necessary." Ripclaw confirms, "But that is all I wanted to hear. Conviction. I do not plan on wholesale slaughter or even unnecessary bloodshed but if there is no other action or recourse… there will be death. Some of these people, I know them, I know what they're capable of and there will be no salvation. Some of them… " The Native American trails off. "A stronger group? I see no reason for many of us. These will be surgical strikes and shadow fights… and I'd prefer to vet them. We'll see. But we should get going, we've lingered too long."

lower and she takes a moment to inspect her one torn apart boot. But he lived, the others lived and if they stayed… It may have ended like Groper.

When Ripclaw states what he does Rose nods and nudges Nate with her hip, apparently still disquieted by other thoughts as well that rund right back to this moment.

"I need new boots….and a coat." Let's not even get into the fact that she owes a BMW to Scott and Jean now either. "I mean, first things first, let's not mention the haircut required as her hair is rather crispyfried.

Pausing she looks back to Ripclaw. "Let me know when and where."

"We'll be in touch." Ripclaw responds as he heads opposite the other two.

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