X-Men X-Emble!

[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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[ngm_sisterhood]

"Really now," she snarled, "I don't think either of you has any chance of making me."

She reached out and wove an illusion, flames springing up all around them.

[fourshelled]

D'Artagnan stopped moving forward when flames burst into life around him. He had to tamp down his turtle-y instincts to run away. He wasn't going to turn into a crispy critter.

He wasn't about to lose his best white tabi to licking flames...

He clapped his hands together to focus his ki to get his mental defenses up. He may also have hummed slightly.

[hellfire_empath]

"Oh please," Brooke said drily. "As though my mother hasn't tried the same stunt on me a time or seven already, when I was acting up at Bergdorf's?" Her eyes narrowed at the decidedly less awesome Lady Mastermind. "Try harder, lady."

One of the fun things about being a tele-empath, at least for Brooke, was the fact that it gave her the ability to channel those powers being used directly on her and deviate them back towards her opponent.

Which she tried to do with Lady Mastermind. If it worked, than the other woman - her aunt, presumably - would see the same illusionary flames spring up around her.

[ngm_sisterhood]

Well, fuck.

She gasps but once, having enough presence of mind to cut the illusion short. She quickly shifted to battering the two of them with fast-paced illusions. Cold. Wind. Lightning. Darkness. Flames again. Crashing waves.

[fourshelled]

D'Artagnan got his mental defenses up, but he had to maintain some concentration to work through the fast-paced illusions. He sucked in a breath and started forward. He focused on a wall of energy around his mind.

He was aware of every illusion, but he pushed himself forward step by step. His three-fingered hand tightened on his top sword as he kept his eyes on where he thought Lady Mastermind was.

[hellfire_empath]

Brooke sighed. "My mother is Regan Wyngarde," Brooke intoned as she swatted aside each of the illusions, sending them back to their maker. "The original Lady Mastermind. Not the designer imposter knock-off you're trying so hard to be." She reached out with her own powers of empathy then. "Don't you feel a little guilty over trying to steal someone else's trademark?"

[ngm_sisterhood]

The turtle could wait. She was going to put this girl down, now.

"I've just as much claim as she did," she growled. "And I won't let her whelp beat me."

She concentrated, putting all her power into an illusion of a storm of knives.

[fourshelled]

The sudden lack of illusions made D'Artagnan's steps falter. Like a sudden pressure being relieved. He licked his leathery lips and then charged the illusionist focused on his battle companion.

Both his swords came out with twin schings. "Fooor Xaaaaaaaaaviiiiiers!"

[hellfire_empath]

For a moment, Brooke felt a level of terror that she had never felt before. Fear. Real, honest fear for her life.

The illusions worked.

Until they didn't.

Her eyes flashing with anger, Brooke tore into Lady Mastermind. On the one hand, she sent back the illusion of the knives.

On the other, she channeled all of that fear she'd felt towards Lady Mastermind.

A double whammy, for her estranged aunt.

[ngm_sisterhood]

Lady Mastermind has never tangled with anyone who could resist her illusions before. She's woefully unprepared for the resistance or the feedback, setting her up to fall from the turtle's attack.

She hit the ground hard.

[fourshelled]

Since the X-Men were against disemboweling, D'Artagnan hit with the flats of his blades. And once she was down, he spanked her once. "Impudent strumpet! Think of a better nomenclature to use!"

Then he sheathed one sword and kept the other at the ready for any tricks.

[hellfire_empath]

Brooke advanced until she stood above Lady Mastermind. Still channeling that fear, she pushed all of the emotion onto Lady Mastermind, hammering her with it.

She had to admit...it felt good.