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[wild_child]

The Blackbird was about fifteen minutes out from Cape Citadel. Supposedly, Topher's boyfriend was going to meet the rest of them there.

Rose, meanwhile, was working up a fight plan in her head. It mostly involved slicing.

"So... we got a nutjub who thinks she's the second comin' of Magneto, somebody encoachin' on Little Miss Hellfire's trademarks, and a bunch of other flamin' nuts. What's the game plan, Summers?"

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[tornadoprincess]

"As you are not the leader of this team, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow orders." N'Yami said, narrowing her eyes at Brooke. "And if you don't like it, I'm sure you're free to sit in the Blackbird and pout while we take care of things. Your choice."

N'Yami wasn't going to tolerate someone not respecting the person in charge. She just wasn't.

[marvel_boy]

"N'Yami, please be nice," Topher said, placing a hand on the Wakandan princess' shoulder. "We're all a little rattled here, what with this new attack. None of us have ever really faced something of this size before." He turned to look at Brooke. "Besides, we're all in costume here. My fingerless gloves aren't the only thing that're a little outdated, right Brooke?" The implication was obvious. Brooke's outfit closely resembled what Emma Frost had worn in her earlier days, when she was mentoring the group once called Generation X.

"Truth be told...I'm trying to figure this out. But if anyone has ideas, I'm listening."

[fourshelled]

D'Artagnan was looking the picture of calm. Mostly because he had focused on bulwarking his mental shields so he was unreadable to any mental powers. "What is the layout of the field of battle? And what foes do we face? Focus on those and the strategy becomes clear."