NationStates Jolt Archive

When the plane had landed and the door had opened, James stepped out of the plane, looked at the 3 guards that had been sent, and said:"I want to know one thing: WHERE THE HELL IS MY SWORD?!!!"

Enigma's eyes narrowed as she entered the Office, taking the seat as directed by O'Hara. She was well known for her criticism of the new Director, thinking him completely unfit to run the Agency after the deaths of Nick Fury and Tony Stark. They did not get on and doubtless, things would get better after this stunt. He seemed so totally unbothered with their successes and focusing on their failures. He had no charisma, no presence and no immediate warming characteristics. Too cold.

"I was accidentally absorbed into Nadas' shadow," She explained, refusing to address him as a Superior, "What happened is a haze but I have been able to report this information to help assist in the capture of this dangerous man." She did not refer to him as a Meta. He may not like it, but O'Hara was running an Agency full of them. She kept her voice, clear and toneless while avoiding eye contact.

OOC: I need to wait for Tiger to post before I can continue. ;.;

O'Hara sank back in his chair, listening. Frost kept his composure, hardly moving an inch. After Enigma finished, O'Hara cleared his throat and leaned forward.

"Why did this meta choose Agent Dawson here? And why did he also want Scarlet?" O'Hara inquired, turning to Frost.

Frost had only assumptions and didn't like to go half-cocked into something or make statements without all the facts. Everything was a big unknown at this moment, "I couldn't say, sir. We don't know why he cjose her, target of opportunity, maybe he had acrush on her, I don't know. As for Scarlet, she is a black list meta and a member of HYDRA. Perhaps he wanted her for some purpose"

O'Hara listened, "It's meta's like them that make our job far more difficult" he commented.

"This is what we do, sir. This meta is indeed dangerous and must be dealt with quickly" Frost said.

Enigma did not respond again but sat quietly. She, of course, had her own theories on why she had been chosen as opposed to someone else, but she wasn't going to bull over Frost to give her own half-cocked statements. She sat easily in the chair, easily pushing a stray strand of her red hair out of her face. O'Hara, while a good Agent, was a bad leader. She was determined not to show up Frost here but she felt O'Hara's feelings towards meta-humans were less than stellar. She didn't mind Frost's idea on him having a crush on her. He wouldn't be the first but then, not many people she had met had the ability to absorb her body. She was content to wait for a question from either Frost or O'Hara. However, as she sat in silence, a thought came to her head,
"Perhaps...It was because of my ability to change my body into a liquid, it was easier to absorb into this realm he took me." She left that suggestion in the air.

O'Hara almost laughed, his face cracked for a split second but he witheld anymore from escaping, "Because you can turn into liquid?"

Frost disagreed, but for different reasons but remained silent.

"That is a proposterous idea. I know none of us here know why but even that sounds impossible" O'Hara went on, "What is for certain is now we have a top priority. You need to capture this meta as quickly as possible" his attention now turned to Frost.

"My team needs to rest, Sir" Frost replied. He remained respectful, at least he projected himself to be such, "One is injured, we don;t fully know what happened to Engima qite yet. They are tired. Give my people a day or two then we can regroup and think of our next move. Its obvious that this threat is very real and very pissed off for some reason"

Enigma scowled at the response from O'Hara, almost daring him to laugh. He may have had a cocky attitude, but she was much, much more and, to that end, she would not have hesitated once in her life. Where it not for her training and the ideals imparted on her by the other Agents of SHIELD, she would have indeed. Had she not already developed a dislike of O'Hara and possessing a thick skin, she would have taken offense at his reponse. At this time, all events and reasons were possible. Not to be dismissed so quickly. She agreed completely with Frost's analysis, one could not throw a team so quickly back into action after such an important operation.

"He is incredibly dangerous," She added to Frost's analysis, "I have seen him from a more personal level and it confirms, if nothing else, his power and his unpredictability. He is insane."

OOC: Asterix would've let Lycan out and ripped off his arms... But then, that's why he needs a handler. lol

"Agreed" O'Hara slammed his hand on the table, "Alright Frost, your team has 48hrs rest then I want you all back and gear up for dealing with this threat. I'll have intel guys comb over the stuff you picked up from Colimbia as well as Iron Soldier's data on this meta. Get some rest"

Frost stood up and exited without a word. He stepped into the hallway and et out a sigh, loosening his tie, "Well, that went as well as I expected" he commented.

James, having knocked the 3 guards out when they said that they didn't know where his sword was, found himself coming to inside SHIELD HQ. In handcuffs, naturally.
"Well, that wasn't completely unexpected,"said James, sighing and waiting for ANYONE to noticed him.

OOC: Haha, I get it. You're a clever one.

Fox mingled through the hallways. She wasn't a big sleeper and found herself, whenever at SHIELD HQ for an extended period of time, always wandering the hallways. Her security clearance allowed her pretty much anywhere. As she rounded the corner, to her suprise was the crazy guy who rambled all the way from Colombia about a sword. Her eyes looked down to see the cuffs behind his back, she smiled.

"Looks like someone wasn't too good at playing Cops and Robbers" Fox commented, edging casually closer, "Now why aren't you in a padded cell right now?"

"Don't ask me. And i am not crazy,"said James, slightly pissed off at the comment.

"Well, that went as well as I expected"

"Pffft," Enigma hissed in dismissal, "Arrogant, tactless Git. However the hell gave him the job deserves to be strung up. He doesn't even like Meta-Humans." She gave a humourless laugh, "How can one try to talk when he sees you in the same vein as the enemy." Her scowl was deep, a look very unbecoming of her attractive features.
"He even wanted to throw us back into the action now! As in immediately, right off the plane. It's a joke." She sighed, knowing that her rants against the Director did no good in the longrun, but she couldn't just sit and watch all the work done at the Agency vanish because of one person's lack of competance. Perhaps she was being unfair, but he had not exactly done much to alleviate her worries now.
"Where are we being deployed to?" She suppressed a yawn, forty eight hours was no where near enough time to recover from such an operation. Another mistake.

"His personal opinions of who I am or what I am are of no concern to me" Frost cooly replied, "People like him are best left behind desks. Besides, would you rather he had led the mission while I sat, rotting behind some desk?"

They walked dwont he cooridor, it was late in the evening now, "I don't even know where to start. There's too many unknowns and risk factors here. This meta is unlike anything I've ever seen. He's more of a force than a man. When we return, then we will think of what to do. For now, I could use some rest" He tried to manage a laugh.

Meanwhile Fox wrapped up her iPod and looked James up and down. She was tired but always up for some fun, and this was perfect, "So, are you going to come along quietly?" she smiled coyfully.

"Maybe,"said James, looking Fox up and down, then returning her smile.

Fox frowned, "I thought you were going to burst those handcuffs and do something cool. Oh well, I guess we can't always get what we want"

Fox suddenly darted down the cooridor, moving at a fast rate towards James She ran in a diagonal and kicked her feet off the wall, summersaulting over James, gracefully like a dancer, landing behind him. She wrenched onto the handcuffs and twisted them into his wrists, "Make a wrong move and I'll break your wrists" She said nonchalantly

"Hmm!,"grunted James, who then quickly jumped forward, kicked off the way, and pushs both of them into the wall behind them. Then, as Fox was recovering, he yanked his handcuffs out of her hands, cutting open his wrists in the process, and snapped them open.
Rubbing his bleeding wrists, James said:"Cool enough for you?"

'How could you do that to a woman?!" Fox feined a pleading tone then her face turned back to normal, "It was alright. But now that leaves us with a problem. You're supposed to be under heavy guard. My powers of observation tell me that they are not here and are not concious either. So you've escaped when you're supposed to be in a cell. Now, come along" Fox said,

"oh no no no no,"said James, rubbing his rapidly healing wrists."I hate small spaces...fucking hell...Fine..." He then followed Fox along the corridors of the HQ.

"I could use some rest"

"Sure," Enigma managed a tired smile of her own, "You've earned it. I guess I could use some rest as well. Good night." She was unable to hold back her next yawn and watched as Frost headed off down one of the other Corridors. She sighed and headed off herself, towards one of her own Quarters, thinking of all that had been said and done. There was a lot of things unanswered, even more because her memory of what had happened when inside Nadas. She remembered something...personal...something she couldn't place her finger on. It was something important. However, for the moment, she knew that Nadas was intensely dangerous and she would have to be ready to help defeat him. She had made a mistake today, but she would redeem herself. She would show O'Hara what Meta-Humans could do.

Just as Lady Marvel was about to leave New York she recieved a call for help on the Avengers hotline. Because of this she immediately headed off towards Shield Headquarters just a few blocks away, down the Hudson from the UN complex. Just before arriving she used one of her Binary Powers to turn invisible through the manipulation of the light around her. Upon arrival she noticed an agent leaving and slipped through the open door unnoticed. " Good timing is everything," she thought as she quietly started to investigate moving forward while floating just above the floor.

( It could be a two way portal but I was just bored and its not a plotline. Anyway I wish we had more people joining. kul people are waiting to be approved.)

(We're having trouble enough getting people to post already, like Tiger.)

As James walked along the corridors with Fox, he said:"You know, if you just stopped throwing me in handcuffs and small, dark spaces and just asked me nicely, i would do whatever you wanted. But noooo, you have to knock me out and slap handcuffs on me. At least make the handcuffs stronger."

Titan walked through the dark hallways and rooms of the building, which he had identified as a museum due to the objects put on display everywhere, he was looking for Natas. Then he realized the futility of trying to find a shadow in a dark museum, and started searching for valuables instead.

He stopped when he heard the sound of sirens coming from outside, and when he walked over to a window to look out he saw a large number of police officers down on the street in front of the museum, on their cars was written NYPD.

New York's finest, he thought mockingly, About as useful as a bunch of retarded babies. He chuckled lightly at his own joke and then kept watching them running around. They didn't seem to be preparing to storm the building, rather like they wanted to prevent those inside from leaving. They've probably called for backup, and maybe Iron Soldier will show up. I think I'll let them live, for now.

(kul i am so very very bored can we please do something.)

Natas began to open fire on the police as bodies were ripped apart from his shadow machine gun. A car exploded setting off a gas pipe that erupted with a belching of flames into the air. It showered the area with thousands of pieces of metal. Natas let out a laugh that seemed to make even the fire shiver in fright. The explosion and the racket would attract hundreds of fire department officers and the slaughter would begin again. Natas could only smile as he began to drop several more valuables into his shadow portal.

Amantia had fallen into a reverie with the words, thinking again to the visual records of... well, that time was passed. And the thing that killed nearly a hundred trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents was sitting in front of him, restrained only by the willpower of a rather frail man. What a pleasant thought. The Iron Soldier was startled out of his thoughts as a blinking indicator snapped on in his HUD, and he looked at his SAI. Oh, good, now the fun really begins, he thought to himself, as he realized Shadow was the one who had joined them on this most secure of levels.

"Well, Asterix, now comes the moment of judgment," he said to the shape-changer carefully. "Franklin Roosevelt once said of the dictatorial Anastasio Somoza García that, 'he may be a son of a bitch, but he's our son of a bitch now.' I think that such will be the case with yourself. Your handler, I believe, has arrived," he said, gesturing at the door -- and the retracted walkway beyond -- with his chin.

Titan heard an explosion coming from the other side of the building, and assumed that fighting was going on there. He didn't know of anyone but Natas and himself who were here, so he assumed that Natas was attacking some of the police officers surrounding the building. Well, I'm not gonna let him have all the fun, he though, and leaped through the window.

He landed on his feet on the pavement two stories below, and it cracked from the impact. Immediately several dozen guns were pointed at him, along with orders that he give up and get down on the ground, or else they would open fire. He simply laughed at this, and started approaching them, unbothered by the hail of bullets that was hitting him. In the back of the blockade he could see an armored SWAT truck, and decided to make that his target.

He set off at a sprint, easily pushing aside the other cars, as well as the officers hiding behind them, and soon he reached the truck. He punched through the side and ripped it open, and was dissappointed to find that it was empty. So he picked it up and threw it at a nearby building, and then turned around to take out his anger on the cops, only to find that they had run away.

He angrily kicked a nearby police car, causing it to roll several times before landing on its roof, then he headed back into the museum.

Leeroy blinked at Shadow, "Whuh? Yer not kiddin' are yeh? Lil' guy like you with crutches gunna try an' keep Lycan at bay? You sure about dis?" But Leeroy shrugged and turned to Mike, who was looking over the papers...

"Hey, he got the papers right Leeroy. He may be tryin' for suicide or to get out of this place via insanity. But the papers are right. We gotta let Asterix out to meet his new Handler." Stated Mike as he turned to open the doors and connect the platform.

Asterix raised a brow. No, he did more than that. He actually choked when he heard the news. Even the voice deep in his subconscious shut up at that remark. Taken aback Asterix looked down the walkway and through the doors. Despite himself he got up and walked past Iron Soldier without much of a second glance.

He smelled, blood... A wound? The stench of new ink, and wood? Yes definitely wood and some type of foul smelling padding...

Asterix stepped out the walkway for the first time in five years and looked at Shadow leaning on his crutches and blinked. Oh sure, it looked amusing now, a rather frail looking thin man staring at a crippled looking fellow. But he coughed, "Your my new Handler? You?"

Looking him up and down, Asterix could help but crack a smile at Lycan's cackling laugher deep in his subconscious. But Asterix looked the man up and down before taking a deep breath, "You better have some damn good ability to pacify animals then, mate. 'Cause your gunna need it."

Asterix wasn't going to bitch, even if this did result in Lycan killing another agent, atleast Lycan would be let out... Atleast both of them could finally shift and run and stretch... No, he wasn't going to cause trouble, Lycan most definitely was... But Asterix was not.

Lady Marvel continued cautously moving through the ground floor hallways of Shield Headquarters passing a number of Agents unnoticed until she came to the stairs. She didn't want to use the elevator, so she could maintain her stealth. She figured that the holding cells area was a good place to start. To the right of the elevator the stairway circled downward, but she didn't use the stairs. Instead she floated up and over the handrail and started decending in the open center space of the stairway. Then after reaching the bottom floor, she entered the hallways nearer the cell block where she heard two voices, one male, one female. The female was obviously a Shield Agent and the man had been attempting escape. She followed them silently as they moved back towards the cell block.

"It seems these superheroes are a class act. Can't even be bothered to get off their rump and fight. Oh well, I guess its time to head back to base. Just gotta see my checklist. Kill guards check, steal gems check, steal priceless historical objects check, break said historical objects check, steal meteorites check, steal antiques and anything of value check, kill police check. Oh yeah forgot steal lucy skeleton remains. Check. Now it is time to go," he said disappearing into the shadows.

Back at base one of the guards told him that titan was at the other end. Natas cursed and turned back around to go and get him.

Ignoring the remarks from the cell guards, who had identified themselves as Leroy and Mike or Mark (or something forgettable like that), Marcus darted his eyes up and down Asterix for a second, sizing him up. Well, SHIELD certainly treated him like a prisoner. He was rather gaunt-looking, and seemed pretty weak, and Marcus couldn't decide whether it was the less than edible prison food they've no doubt been giving him or all the nothing he's been doing in that little cell of his. Well, that was just the man, the beast was definitely something else entirely.

"You better have some damn good ability to pacify animals then, mate. 'Cause your gunna need it."

Marcus smirked. "Oh, I hate animals." He perked his nose. "Allergies."

Without another word to anybody, not even Iron, he turned himself around, and started back down the hall with a clop, clop of his crutches. After moving a few paces, he stopped.

"You two coming?" He called back to Amantia and (to his excitement) his new buddy.

Asterix shook his head lightly as he followed along, litterally walking along in somewhat ripped sleep clothes. He smirked to Leeroy and Mike, "I finally got out. I knew it would happen someday. Goodluck guys, hell, wish me luck. I might just be coming back to see you soon." He chuckled dully as he waved to the two guards as he followed Marcus down the hallway.

Allergies? Oh well, Lycan... who was still too stunned to speak... was usually too covered in blood to make people sneeze. So, that shouldn't be a problem. The real problem? The fact he may try to rip off your arms while making you sneeze.

Asterix shook the thought off as he followed the crutch-borne man to the lift. He was still in this hellhole, but at least he was headed in the right direction to freedom. Maybe he -would- get some action soon.

OOC:
Sorreh, I needs me some-more action. I say we go battle it up with Natas and Titan. lol

Not even waiting for Asterix to catch up with him, he continued his clopping down the shiny floor of the prison block. Once the two were side-by-side, he started talking again. He turned his head, looking Asterix up and down.

"You look like hell. Leeroy Jenkins and his pal for life have some fun with you?

Asterix raised a brow before shaking his head, "Leeroy he maried. MIke on the other hand...." He paused, "No... Onto your question, No. It's Lycan. The first two years of Imprisonment were easy. We both had hope. After those two years, he began getting worse and worse.... He started messing with me to make me stress out and slowly eat away at myself from the inside... 'naturally', I guess. You see, I return to my 'prime' every time I shift into whatever form that is. The weaker I get, the easier it is for the other form to take over and force a shift. Lycan's trying to weaken me so I slip up and shift... So he can loose his frustrations on the world, and of course it's inhabitants."

Asterix said it all as if it was off hand, not important... "I don't heal super fast, like some werewolves in literature. Healing automatically comes with a shift, it doesn't happen at all times. You can dump Lycan off an aircraft... If you break every bone in his body, and he's alive when he's laying there on the ground... If he manages to shift back to me, I'll be able to get up and run for it. It might be a defense mechanism, I'm not sure."

Asterix shrugged, his ribs were visible and he was not the person he was when he came here and was forced not to shift again. He looked, like Mahatma Gandhi... If Gandhi could turn into a gigantic werewolf.

"Woah. Hold it." Marcus said. "When I said fun, I didn't mean that kind of fun. As for the plane thing..." He reached the mag-lift, and pressed the call button. Well, not really pressed, more like lean in and almost fall over, but managing to keep his balance and call said elevator at the same time.

"...we should try that sometime."

Asterix stood beside Marcus quietly and promptly pulled out a strip of beef jerky from one of his pockets in his nightclothes.... This guy kept -jerky- in his nightclothes? freak. But he happily munched on it.

Asterix however smirked, "You know, of course... That slamming into the ground would be rather painful, right? I doubt neither I nor Lycan would appreciate being shoved out of an airplane. So, what will we be doing now that I have my freedom... under the ever watchful eye of SHIELD?"

Marcus folded his arms, or would have folded his arms if there wasn't a pair of crutches in his way.

"Oh, the usual. Stopping evil supervillains with overly-extravagant plans for world domination, which usually have very ominous and cliche-sounding names such as 'Operation: Genesis.'"

(DAMMIT HOW THE HELL DID YOU GUYS FIGURE OUT MY SECRET PROJECTS CODE NAME!.

Anyway at least the thread won't die now. Perhaps someone should recognize my attack on the museum. It holds hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth and I just practically killed every police officer there.)

OOC: Well Angenteria? wanna go out on a limb and go let Lycan loose and go all Anti-Hero let's kill everything in the Museum while noone knows we've actually left SHIELD HQ and somehow in the end do something good?

(OOC:Lycan Vs. Titan! The fight of the century! Only on ESPN 8, 'The Ocho'! :p)

Titan walked through the museum for a bit, tearing down some exhibits just for the hell of it. He hadn't found Natas, but he didn't intend to leave yet anyways, not until he got a chance to destroy Iron Soldier, and maybe a few of his friends too, for good measure. Iron Soldier? He'll be called Scrap Metal when I'm done with him, he though as he tore down a few dinosaur skeletons.

Lycan was halfway up the elevator when he hear it. Yes, heard it... Police sirens through the walls when they reached the ground floor... He immediately zeroed in on the direction the policecars passing the building went.

Having been trapped in the cell for years he'd spent all his time memorizing maps and the books he had. one was of New York... He noted they were heading for central Park and started thinking about what would need all these police cars. Central Park? No, but what was at... The Museum of Natural History? Must be it! -Has- to be it. This was his chance, a chance to help! To Prove himself.

Asterix looked at Marcus and pulled softly at his sleeve. "C'mon. Something's up." With that, Asterix started walking for the door, expecting Marcus to follow.

OOC: Sorry if it seems godmoding to 'suddenly' know all this and hear all of this. But I needed a reason for Lycan to know and why Shield wouldn't be deploying it's whole force and wouldn't really -notice- just yet. If it was on the News, well... they'd know.

Ooc: Dance my puppets dance! More posts

OOC: I refuse to dance :P. That and i'm waiting for the OP to reply to my last post!

Amantia had fallen into a reverie with the words, thinking again to the visual records of... well, that time was passed. And the thing that killed nearly a hundred trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents was sitting in front of him, restrained only by the willpower of a rather frail man. What a pleasant thought. The Iron Soldier was startled out of his thoughts as a blinking indicator snapped on in his HUD, and he looked at his SAI. Oh, good, now the fun really begins, he thought to himself, as he realized Shadow was the one who had joined them on this most secure of levels.

"Well, Asterix, now comes the moment of judgment," he said to the shape-changer carefully. "Franklin Roosevelt once said of the dictatorial Anastasio Somoza García that, 'he may be a son of a bitch, but he's our son of a bitch now.' I think that such will be the case with yourself. Your handler, I believe, has arrived," he said, gesturing at the door -- and the retracted walkway beyond -- with his chin.


Leaving the female agents location Lady Marvel quickly moved to the cellblock were she found a man in armor similiar to Ironman, one named Asterix, and some others that she didn't recognize. Since she knew of the death of Tony Stark she also knew that this was someone else. She realized that tha man in Armor looked like he needed some help.

(Well I'm pretty sure kul has lost all interest in this thread. He is to preoccupied in verona vice)

So? xD

Tiem to go... ANTIHERO FOR HIRE! >=D

Lycan was halfway up the elevator when he hear it. Yes, heard it... Police sirens through the walls when they reached the ground floor... He immediately zeroed in on the direction the policecars passing the building went.

Having been trapped in the cell for years he'd spent all his time memorizing maps and the books he had. one was of New York... He noted they were heading for central Park and started thinking about what would need all these police cars. Central Park? No, but what was at... The Museum of Natural History? Must be it! -Has- to be it. This was his chance, a chance to help! To Prove himself.

Asterix looked at Marcus and pulled softly at his sleeve. "C'mon. Something's up." With that, Asterix started walking for the door, expecting Marcus to follow.

OOC: Sorry if it seems godmoding to 'suddenly' know all this and hear all of this. But I needed a reason for Lycan to know and why Shield wouldn't be deploying it's whole force and wouldn't really -notice- just yet. If it was on the News, well... they'd know.

Marcus blinked as Asterix seemingly started. Hearing absolutely nothing through the pretty thick walls of the SHIELD compound.

"Whaddya mean 'something's up'? You can't just go ahead and say cool things like that, you know..."

Asterix looked at Marcus and gave a... wolfish grin... "Twelve Cop Cars just went roaring down the road past the building. I don't know about you... But back when I was out and about, purse snatchers didn't require twelve cop cars. Do they now?" Asterix's voice seemed to be getting slightly gravellier. "Now c'mon." He looked at Marcus, "How well can you walk without them Crutchers?"

However Asterix didn't wait for a reply as he opened the door for Marcus and motioned for him to follow. If Marcus followed... Asterix would lead him around a corner to an out of the way area, unpopulated area. God knows how he found such a place at SHIELD HQ...

Sighing, Marcus drooped his head for a second. This was, most likely, going to end up getting him killed. A crippled dude and a transforming werewolf taking on something that could potentially end very painfully for him. With a clack of his crutches, he armed the built-in grenade launcher and cannon enhancements. And, furthermore, how did he know he wasn't just trying to get outside for fresh air?

"Well..." He began, following his new 'friend.' "Maybe they're a special kind of purse snatcher..."

Through a window Titan saw more cops arrive, twelve cars, with at least two in each one. Don't they ever learn?, he thought, and then he smashed his way through the wall. The cops told him to get down on the ground, or they would open fire. "Don't you know who I am?" he screamed at them before attacking, tossing cars aside like cardboard boxes, crushing full-grown men like ripe tomatoes, laughing at their pathetic attempts to harm him. After a few minutes most of them lay dead. He grabbed the last surviving cop and held him aloft, "I am Titan" he said, and it sounded like a threat more than a statement, then he threw the man to the ground and raised his foot to crush him, but he got a better idea.

"Call for help" he ordered the man.
"What?"
"On the radio! Call for more cops! But don't say anything about metahumans."
"Okay, just don't hurt me..." The man did sometehing with the radio, and then spoke into it, "Dispatch, this is officer Anderson, I need backup at the Museum of Natural History, we have a code 1337!"
A reply came after a few seconds, "Acknowledged officer, we'll have someone at the scene ASAP. Any information on the perps?"
Officer Anderson anxiously looked at Titan, "No".
Titan pulled him out of the car and said "Good work, Mr. Anderson. Now I'm going to let you live for a little while longer", then he ripped the hood off a nearby car and wrapped it around the man, making sure he couldn't move. Then he carried him back into the museum and unceremoniously dumped him on the floor. "Don't try anything, or I'll rethink my decision to let you live."

Asterix grit his teeth shuddering as he turned to Marcus grabbing him by the collars. "The Codeword is Leonidas. Remember it, It's a word I've hammered into Lycan's mind... It causes him to stop and allow me to influence him and imprint ideas into his mind. Remember... Leonidas."

Eeven as he said this soft pops could be hear as bone began breaking and rearranging, after he finished saying it, his ears were visibly warping and changing as he winced before pushing Marcus backward slightly and backing up. He began mumbling to himself... No, to Lycan... "Fresh air boy, open area.... It is time, time once more to run. I am in danger, we are in danger. I need your help, your free." With sickening pops he sucked in a pained breath as cords of muscle could be seen building underh is skin twisting and growing. Asterix marvled at his fingers despite the pain as they visibly broke and crackled. Bones in his hands lengthened as reformed as his fingernails darkened, thickened, and grew.

Fur began spreading across his body as his clothes began getting tighter from the increase of muscle mass. Before Marcus's very eyes the thin, frail, person began growing massively. Quickly topping eight feet in height as his legs crackled, his shoes which he'd slipped on were getting tighter as his feet began changing and morphing to standing on his toes... Suddenly with a surprising pop claw points broke from the end og the shoes followed quickly by the squealing leather popping the laces and nearly exploding open as massive digitgrade feet flexed their claws. His leg muscles grew and reformed as the legs bent and turned into the size of tree trunks. His backbone was easily visible as it seemed to outgrow his body, causing his back to bend as Asterix/Lycan shouted in pure pain... However less than a second later his torso caught up as muscles began firming up and growing as his stomach turned into a chiseled six pack and rock hard pectoral muscles as he seemed to straightened out and catch up to the growth of his backbone. with a sickening rip and shred of clothes his massive clawed hands grabbed the nearly-painted-on shirt and toe it off easily... Displaying the thick, but short, coat of fur covering his body. His nearly shredded pants came next as his spine pushed down from his pelvis and ripped through the back of his pants and grew into a thick tail that moved from side to side to make sure it was loose.

With sickening cracks and breaking sounds it was easy to see Asterix's once perfectly human face change. His nose and jaw began pushing outward as his face morphed into a massive wolf muzzle. As this happened his ears moved towards the top of his head as his whole head began growing to fit his massive body. Fur quickly covered his whole head as his hair changed color and morphed into fur. His whole body shuddered with one last bout of muscle growth and crackling pops.

And then, spreading his arms out wide he gave a chilling and horrible snarl followed by the coldest and purest howl to the sky. The Howl was one of sick anger, mixed with peace and freedom, but held undertones of vengeance and fury. It's sound was unnatural and striking and could be heard across the whole city of new york with the same clarity as if you were standing directly beside him. The Howl seemed to be Omnipresent and omnipotent coming from everywhere at once but at the same time... Nowhere in particular.

The massive wolf finished his howl and with a deadly snarl, it's head whipped around and it's ears went back. It's cold golden eyes were looking for blood as it zeroed in on Marcus. It's fingers flexed dangerously as it got up from it's haunches and began stalking towards him, a deep insidious growl rising up from the depths of it's chest and seemingly the depth of hell itself.

Marcus' face made a sort of twisting surprise look as Asterix made what he could describe as an utterly gruesome transformation into what was probably what the file described as 'Metahuman T7-6309 "Lycan".' Well, that name couldn't describe what he had seen. In spite of that, Marcus didn't move an inch. That, or more like his crutches wouldn't let him. He stood his ground, watching silently as the man once known as Asterix became something even more powerful then Marcus could have imagined. Or maybe he could. His line of work had put him in contact with some pretty strange characters.

As the transformation finished, Marcus observed Lycan. Well, it fit the 'badass werewolf' description well enough. That's something, he thought to himself, flinching a little as an ear-splitting howl echoed across the area. As it finished, Marcus couldn't help but notice the thing's nasty snarl. It's head snapped toward him, and Marcus perked an eyebrow when he began hearing growling noises.

What's this, he wondered. A video game tutorial? 'Ok, Marcus the code word is this! Oh no! I'm being transformed, say the code word to save me!'

Sighing, Marcus spoke up.

"Have you even seen 300?" He began. "You know, the movie where all the Spartans, Leonidas especially, wear ridiculously revealing costumes and slaughter hundreds of Persians?"

Lycan fell to all fours as he continued growling deeply, baring his teeth as he got closer and closer. His Orangish-red eyes locked on Marcus' face, sharp claws flexed and dug furrows into the concrete at each step the massive canid made. Muscles rippled with every movement, tensing and changing, showing the stored power within the beast's massive frame. Lycan's tail lashed behind him as he came closer and closer. His eyes never moving from Marcus, seeming to drill directly into his soul... They almost, almost, seemed Hypnotic and looked as if the orange and red morphed and changed in his eyes as if they were on fire or liquid swirling.

Then, all at once... The Beast lunged towards Marcus, massive clawed hands reaching out with unnatural speed as the great beast seemed to launch itself faster than a being that size should ever be able to go. Lycan's massive hands attempted to curl around Marcus's waist and lift his directly off the ground. if successful, the massive canine would open his jaws, showing off the massive teeth and cavernous mouth... But then it would stop. It's mouth would close and the massive canine would sniff Marcus briefly. Before, simply.... Setting him down and marveling at him for a few seconds.

It seemed to consider him briefly and look him up and down, the deep red and orange eyes suddenly seemed to soften. While retaining the ferocious killing machine visage, the beast promptly stopped looking like he read ready to rip Marcus's arms off and devour his whole body in a spray of blood, gore, and bone amid the tortured and pain screams of a simple mortal being in pure agony of dismemberment as the splashing sounds of blood sounded among the tear of cloth and the inhuman sound of rending flesh and teeth....

No, Lycan stared at Marcus for a few seconds before sniffing once more and suddenly speaking! In a deep, but musically rough baritone the massive Werewolf stated... "Marr-cuss?" As if questioning himself, before blinking... Looking back at the pitiful human before him, he suddenly reached out to 'lightly' batt at Marcus, which would feel like a rather heavy 'thump' to Marcus.

"Ugh!" Marcus let out, trying desperately to stop himself from falling backwards. The werewolf-Asterix thing had hit him harder than he had thought it would. Well, that was only relative, since only a second ago it looked like it wanted to dismember him in all sorts of bloody and gory ways that would no doubt leave quite a mess. Honestly, he was almost frightened when the things picked him up and looked at him for a few seconds, as if it was trying to decide whether or not to eat him or something.

"Good choice." Marcus said, finally regaining his balance. "I wouldn't be much of a challenge for you, at any rate."

Lycan's ears flicked, it seemed like the massive werewolf might almost smile when it's head promptly Jerked up. It's ears swiveled forward as it suddenly looked over it's shoulder. A deep Baritone growl eminated from deep in it's hest before it suddenly looked back to Marcus and promptly picked him up again, lifting Marcus over his shoulders he simply stated... "Grab Awn tite." It was presumed the Crutches would come along for the ride somehow. (I dunno how they do it, but Jycan's gunna need all four limbs and Marcus is gunna needa hold on tight. xD)

When Marcus seemed ready the Werewolf would drop to all fours and begin moving at a reasonably slow pace, so Marcus would get used to holding onto his back and/or shoulders. When it was presumed Marcus was good with -that-... Lycan seemed to take off. The Werewolf was on all fours and just lunged forward in a fast lope that quickly put him in league with the speeding cars that would swerve away and/or promptly crash in an interesting accident.

Lycan didn't care, Infact he leaped onto the back of one semi and ran up the back of it's trailer, his massive claws tearing massive holes in the top of the square box trailer before the wolf landed on the Cab's hood and crushed the hood and broke the glass before leaping off the front as the Semi began hitting it's breaks.

The Werewolf Deftly moved like a motorcycle thorugh traffic, and well... over traffic... as he headed towards the city, following his senses and going the rough direction the Police cars were going. Reaching multi-storied buildings with flat roofs he slowed down briefly to make sure Marcus was still back there before leaping up, yes... Up, the side of one building and digging his claws into the front of the brick building as he scaled up the side deftly and carefully.

Reaching the top of the building his skidded to a stop to make sure Marcus was, yet again, still back there. If Marcus was on, Lycan would take a running leap off the edge of the building and begin running and jumping form building to building, leaping over alleyways and side-streets.

He seemed to be heading in the rough direction of Central Park. (That's towards the museum. =D)

Titan stopped and listened, he could swear he heard a wolf howl, and it sounded like a really big one. The cop seemed to have heard it too, judging from the expression of fear on his face. "Scared of one little wolf are you? You cops really are pathetic." He walked over to the cop, picked him up with one hand and said "Maybe it is a man-eating wolf, let's go find out, shall we?", then he walked out onto the street in front of the museum.

He could hear the sound of sirens in the distance, "Seems like your friends are on their way. Now where is that wolf?", he laughed as the cop tried to get loose, "You really thought I would feed you to a wolf, didn't you?", he laughed some more at the cop, then he said "That would mean too much work, I'll just wait for your friends, kill them, then you."

I wonder where Natas has gone, he must've had some reason for coming here, he thought while looking around, He must be doing some really important stuff for his little organization. Probably trying to build a death ray, or a super-virus, or some other crazy supervillain crap.

Marcus comically held onto the back of the rushing werewolf, unable to come up with a snide comment about the situation. Of course, his time in SHIELD had shown him that such things such as ghosts and werewolves did indeed exist, in a way, there were some things that he didn't wish to have to experience. Things like riding on the back of a werewolf while it jumped crazily through the streets of New York City. In plain view. With crutches. In the middle of traffic. He had no idea where it was going, but was sure it was taking him straight into trouble.

Lycan snorted, noticing that Marcus was there. Titan was easily sensed, he had a horrific scent and the irony stench of blood stung his nostrils. He could hear his talking easily, a deep baritone booming voice. The Werewolf paused on a rooftop just out of Titan's view as he thought of his tiny human charge. Suddenly and inexplicably he turned and ran along the rooftops, taking running leaps over four to six lane roads. At once point he almost didn't make it as he landed half on and off the rooftop.

Marcus could easily feel form his position on the werewolf's back the muscles ripple and tense as the werewolf drug himself up on the roof of the building before taking off again. A few simple jumps and suddenly the wolf with his charge landed gingerly on the roof of the Museum. Lycan tenderly lifted Marcus off his back and pointed towards one of the rooftop entries into the Museum, "Find, badguy. Lie-kan go fight beeg guy." With that Lycan turned and ripped the roof's door down to allow Marcus entry into the Museum.

Once Marcus was on his way, Lycan was free of a charge. Slinking across the rooftop he looked down at Titan, silent as can be he gazed down from the rooftop. The eyes whirled with some type of primal intelligence as he gazed back and fourth to find a way to engage the massive being. Part of him briefly wanted to save the cop, actually Asterix whispered into Lycan's mind... save the cop. But then, a malicious warping suddenly determined that there was no way to save the cop and engage Titan. The wolf's mind raced as he suddenly decided that the cop would have to die to save other cops.

In a sudden movement the wolf launched himself from the rooftop, twisting with almost catlike grace the wolf swept through the air and... The Police officer in his metal cage was ripped from Titan's grasp as a spray of blood, gore, bone, and metal seemed to explode onto Titan's body and face as the massive werewolf landed -on- the Police officer, claws, weight, and muscles turned the cop into a bloody pulp that didn't have a chance to scream when the black form came from the darkness.

Without waiting the Werewolf snarled and lunged, taking advantage of any shock of this surprise attack that really didn't effect Titan in any real way... The Surprise and hopefully and bloody in the eyes of Titan would stun the giant human long enough for the In-Human beast to lunge for Titan. musclebound arms tipped with razor sharp claws would swipe at Titan's arms to get them out of the way as the infuriated Lycanthrope attempted to sink his jaws into Titan's neck or shoulder.

(OOC: I was actually going to throw the cop at you to make you eat him :p)

Titan was caught completely by surprise by Lycan's attack, and he was hit in the eyes by a spray of blood from the cop, he was not previously aware of the existence of werewolves so he was also surprised by the fact that one was attacking him as well, he did register the humor in the fact that the cop was actually eaten by a 'wolf' though. Then the werewolf leapt at him, clawing at his arms and biting him in the neck, the force of the impact sent them both flying into a cop car, crushing its roof. He felt very clearly the teeth of the werewolf scraping against his skin, trying to get through, and now he had gotten through the shock of being attacked by a werewolf, and now he was also getting angry.

He pulled his right arm free of the beast's grasp and pushed its mouth away from his neck. After a few seconds of struggling he managed to free he left hand as well and now he was able to throw it off, sending it flying a small distance. He got up and wiped the blood from his eyes, and also noticed that he had a couple of small scratches on his neck and arms, and this further elevated his anger. With surprising speed he grabbed the car and swung it towards the monster.

Titan would find it would be a hell of a fight to muscle the werewolf off, but he indeed did manage to throw the werewolf off him. Lycan twisted in mid-air and skidded to a stop in a shower of pebbles scratched up from his claws digging into the concrete. However, Lycan didn't bet on the car coming at him and a sharp yelp could be heard as the car slammed onto him throwing him backwards into a wall with a deep *boom*. Causing the wall to crack in a few places.

However, Lycan was just getting started. Before Titan's very eyes Lycan's claws ripped through the car's undercarriage and ripped a massive hole in it. Through said hole, Lycan lunged out with a deep growling howl before taking a running leap, claws brandished as he attempted to go at Titan from above.

Titan saw the werewolf leap at him but couldn't react in time, and it started clawing him as they tumbled backwards. After a few seconds he managed to kick it off, and then he got back up on his feet, bleeding lightly from a few new scratches. He started running towards the werewolf, his feet shaking the ground slightly as he ran. When he got close to the werewolf he prepared to tackle it through a nearby wall.

Lycan snarled, digging claw and toothi nto Titan's body as he attempted to get purchase, any purchase, to wound the great being. However, his attempt was for naught as he did nothing more than scratches and minor wounds. He was kicked off with a whine before coming back to his feet. Seeing the massive being that was called 'Titan' come charging towards him, Lycan reacted quickly Going low and trying to dodge to one side.

However, as before, the attempt was only minorly successful. As he went low, Titan managed to catch Lycan's back in a way that sent the wolf spinny and tumbling outo f the way. It mightb e considered he got off 'easy' until the massive werewolf slammed into a Parked Semi's Cab. The whole entire vehicle seemed to collapse inward from the impact as even the engine block was badly damaged. However, not to be held back, Lycan snarled furiously... Pulling himself free from the crumpled truck the werewolf snarled, Getting more and more pissed off at the prey which wouldn't let him win.

Titan connected with an elbow to the werewolf's back, and it was sent flying. But he couldn't stop quickly enough to avoid smashing through the wall, and he once again found himself inside the museum. Then he turned around and ran towards the wall again, making a second hole in it as he smashed through it. He stopped for a second to survey his surroundings and saw that the beast had smashed into a truck, mostly destroying it in the process, and it seemed even angrier now.

This didn't scare him though, and he charged at it again, causing the concrete to crack under his feet as he ran towards his foe.