Outcasts Forever: Issue #1 - Red America

[Nuke261]

Captain America

Flint's head whirled around in surprise when he heard Captain American speak to Mr. Immortal. What the hell? "'Jack?' Man, is ANYTHING in this reality the same as mine?"

He turned in response to Sandman's comment and saw that most of the group was looking at him with wide eyes and puzzled expressions. "Oh, you have a different Captain America on your worlds? Is it still Steve or do you all know someone else?"

"Vision and Binary are right, we need to move while we have this small advantage. We can compare notes on our homes, later." He moved through them as he spoke, always making eye contact. It would be easy to spend days listening to stories about what is different in each of their realities. However, the fact of the matter was that if they wanted to get home they would have to do their jobs.

 

[Arani Korden]

Beast

He turned in response to Sandman's comment and saw that most of the group was looking at him with wide eyes and puzzled expressions. "Oh, you have a different Captain America on your worlds? Is it still Steve or do you all know someone else?"

"Vision and Binary are right, we need to move while we have this small advantage. We can compare notes on our homes, later."

Hank shook his head. "You're right. You're all right. On my world, Steve Rogers is a friend of mine, and I take orders from Captain America. That hasn't changed. I'm ready to go."

 

[Keia]

Outside Stark Manor
Manhattan
Early afternoon

The disguised Avengers made their way through the Mansion and opened the door to the door to this alternate reality. The grounds of the mansion . . . or ‘manor’ looked as well tended as always – though it took only a moment to spot the monkey bars and swings on one side of the grounds. The high walls that surrounding the manor seemed higher than normal . . . and barbed wire fencing adorned the top of the wall.

“Unlocking the gate,” Sandra’s voice said over the communicator.

Stepping into the grounds and walking toward the gate, the air seemed cleaner that anyone remembers . . . but it seemed to be pressing down on them at the same time. Looking back at the Manor, it looked much the same as it always did . . . though the bars on the windows were something different from other time lines.

Redwing, on command from Falcon, took to wing and headed toward the disturbance downtown.

The moments passed as everyone drank in the reality that they were in a different timeline. As the group neared the gate and started dividing into groups, the heavy iron bars of the gate began to open.

As the smaller groups exited the manor grounds, all but Craig noticed several individuals, which could only be considered guards, at the outside corners of the manor grounds – almost a hundred yards away on each side. Three at each corner of the turned as if surprised and gathered themselves.

Three other individuals across the street from the gate also appeared to take notice (noticed by Falcon, Beast, Captain America, and Binary). One of them drew a gun of some kind and aimed it toward the team.


Redwing
Downtown Manhattan

‘Too many flying rats in this town,’ Redwing commented telepathically to Falcon. The normal chatter ensued until Redwing gained greater height and proximity to the disturbance.

'Whoa,' Redwing mentally replied with a low whistle. 'It seems like a large melted hole in a few floors of a building a ways ahead . . . Sam . . . I think that’s the Baxter Building . . . .'

 

[Nuke261]

Captain America

Outside Stark Manor
Manhattan
Early afternoon

"Whoaa..." He whispered as he took in the surroundings and the noticeable changes to the grounds. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Redwing take off and then focused ahead to the opening gates.

3 left, 3 center, 3 right, 1 weapon readied at approximately chest level...

He muttered in a stage whisper so that they could all hear him but his voice would not carry over any great distance. "Try not to stare at all the changes. Look down like there is nothing to see anywhere. This is pretty much a police state, if you are looking they are looking at you."

He continued towards the gate at a slow but purposeful pace.

 

[Mimic]

Vision

Noticing the men coming forward, Vision lets himself fall back a pace or two, looking down and trying not to draw attention, confident that Captian America can talk their way out of this.

 

[Kevin Perrine]

Mr. Immortal waivers

Outside Stark Manor
Manhattan
Early afternoon

The moments passed as everyone drank in the reality that they were in a different timeline. As the group neared the gate and started dividing into groups, the heavy iron bars of the gate began to open.

As the smaller groups exited the manor grounds, all but Craig noticed several individuals, which could only be considered guards, at the outside corners of the manor grounds – almost a hundred yards away on each side. Three at each corner of the turned as if surprised and gathered themselves.

Three other individuals across the street from the gate also appeared to take notice (noticed by Falcon, Beast, Captain America, and Binary). One of them drew a gun of some kind and aimed it toward the team.

[OOC: just wondering.... I'm assuming you're making the spot check rolls for us? and Mr. Immortal failed?]

Mr. Immortal now followed quick on Jack... er... Cap's heals. He agreed with the Beast's sentiments as a professional - but farther back in his gut he couldn't help but feel both cheated and worried...

I mean - it's like playing for the Bull's in the finals and it's the last play of the last couple seconds.... OF COURSE 'Jordan' is our guy to take the shot... I mean he's the greatest basketball player ever, but then I find out that it's not Jordan at all - it's Lard Bird?!?!... I mean that's cool, Larry's like one of the all time greats, but he's not Jordan and the seconds are winding down.......
Craig tried to put his thoughts about the "real" Captain America to rest, but it sure was a shock that he coulda told the team about when they first arrived......

Still.... this was the most important mission Craig had ever been on - hopefully he wouldn't let anyone down, even Jack.

 

[Radiant]

Binary

Showing her hands Carol does her best to look unthreatening and goes on calmly.
Come on guys we belong here. Just get out of our way or you might get hurt. I just have too much power to safely fight normal people.
She makes sure to walk beside Vision, hoping to prevent people from looking too closely at him.

 

[Mark Chance]

"If it hits the fan, Cap,," Falcon whispers, "we need to break and move out. If these guys are cops, they may have already radioed in for back up. Redwing is at the Baxter Building. That could be a rendezvous point?"

 

[Radiant]

Binary

"If it hits the fan, Cap,," Falcon whispers, "we need to break and move out. If these guys are cops, they may have already radioed in for back up. Redwing is at the Baxter Building. That could be a rendezvous point?"

"We allready have a plan so let's stick to it. My task wasn't that important, I'll keep them busy and catch up with you later. Run."
With a painfull scream Carol let's herself drop to the ground. Then her hands hit the concretes it immidiatly disentegrates under her touch since the thing that hits the ground is no longer Carol Danvers but the plasma being Binary.
She does her best act to let it appear as if she is as as scared and confused as you should be then you suddenly burst into flame.

ooc: not sure that's a smart move but it's time we do something and this should keep the cops attention so the rest of you can start with the mission.

 

[Arani Korden]

Beast

"Subtlety, thy name is Danvers."

Running away felt wrong, but Hank still ran. Binary was a big girl, and had Phenominal Cosmic Power to boot; there wasn't much he could to to help her in a fight, but if things went wrong, the team would need his technical skills.

ooc: If possible, Hank will look for a crowd to blend into, and then join up with the group again ASAP. If he's stopped by guards, or if it looks like Vision and Sandman won't get away, he'll join the fight, but otherwise, discretion is the better part of valor.