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@Decoy Elite: No I didn't. 
 
Hey, Decoy, do you think Facebook would acknowledge the relationship I have with my hand? 
 
...Wait. Dammit.
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Facebook says I can't be in a relationship with myself. Challenge accepted.

You know we have words for dating your right hand.

Not sure if Facebook would accept you setting that as your "relationship"

WHO ASKED YOU?????
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Facebook says I can't be in a relationship with myself. 
 
Challenge accepted.

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His mask was torn, so he hid what was visible of his face behind his hand, staggering through the panicked streets of London, England. His breath escaped him, his heart racing, blood pouring from his wounds. Fantomes had seen better days, he thought as he slumped in the back alley behind a bar, taking a rest against a dumpster while he bled out. He'd fought Clue and managed to walk away, but no where near top shape, and when he returned to his contractor, they'd tried to have him killed. Some would say that Fantomes luckily escaped with his life, but Fantomes wasn't a man who dealt in luck, he managed to avoid death at the hands of soldiers and assault rifles due to his own skill, but again, his escape didn't come without a price.

He managed to take a bullet or two to the abdomen while escaping with the technology his employer supplied him with. It was mere coincidence that he popped up just as one of the many terrorist attacks that were claiming parts of Europe and the world was going off at parliament. Not a very good coincidence on Fantomes' part. Ripping open his shirt, he bit down, reaching into his own wound with his gloved digits, the noises he made weren't human as he fished the bullet from his side, drool trickling down his shaded features. 

"The thing about using that watch is that it doesn't just displace you in space, but time as well." The sound of clicking heels on the pavement jarred Fantomes from the slumber he was descending into. His employer had found him, the shadowy man approached from behind the dumpster, followed by a number of his foot soldiers. "It's been a couple hours since I last saw you, Fantomes. I thought you would have managed to find a piece of Heaven by now."



Charles watched on in magnificent horror as the young woman took on a sun, his blank eyes turned to the EAGLE agents at his side that were prepping some sort of cannon. It was just as he was going to call out to the EAGLE agents to fire their cannon and wrap up this operation to rid them of the sentient star that was menacing the River Thames when a thunderous boom knocked him and Danger's men from their feet, bright orange neon streaked across the air and from it came a small troop of jet pack wearing soldiers. 

"Zeta beams..." Clue grumbled, his brow furrowed, trying to get the wind back in his sails when an onslaught of beams rained down upon the EAGLE unit. Closure was off doing his own thing, Maya was only moments away from being burnt out by the sun, there was only one course of action for him to take; he lurked through the battlefield which had exploded anew with arriving attackers and slipped behind the cannon. The deafening sounds and blinding lights erupting around him threw him off, but he took the shot, firing the shot, narrowly missing one of the clones and striking the sun directly in it's core. Clue wasn't sure what he'd shot, but he'd come to learn later that it was another micro star, this one artificial and not at all sentient or intelligent, but a sun that expanded but collapsed almost instantaneously under it's own gravitational field for that's what it was designed to do. Clue realized he'd been hiding and stashing all of these things that could potentially be abused, but the weapons that he couldn't tuck away in his extradimensional pocket in space and time were just as frightful.

Weaponized sun guns. Who thought up of this stuff?

Once the artificial sun that Clue'd shot collapsed, it set off the sun it collapsed inside, causing a chain reaction that made the intelligent sun that Maya'd dwindled just enough to cause it to collapse under the gravitational weight of the sun collapsing inside of it. Like a stroke of a hand against a drum, there was a hollow noise that enveloped the scene as the suns collapsed and the space that they occupied clapped in upon itself. 

Once that was done, Clue sighed, he'd been going for what seemed to be days, never really recovering, giving it his all only to have something else completely go to sh*t on him. The sun was gone, but now he had a dozen or so rocket men with ray guns and jetpacks to deal with. Luckily enough, Clue knew exactly what he was dealing with. Zeta beam technology, but more importantly, amateurs. Hurling his bat-shaped projectiles through the air at the attacking men who circled parliament and rained chaos down upon the streets, he managed to strike two of the men in the jetpack, causing the pack to explode with orange energy that blinked the wearer from the scene.

"Aim for their packs, the feedback will sling them back where they came from!" Clue commanded the recouping EAGLE unit, "Closure, make sure the lass is okay!" Yelled Clue before evading one of the men who swooped in low, attempting to get a point blank shot on him. Instead, Clue wound up on his back, steering the rocketman away from parliament and further into the city. 



Doctor Damn and a squad of EAGLE troops stood over the fallen Fantomes, their rifles pointed at him.

"So good to see you again, docteur..." Sighed Fantomes.

"Took me a while to find you...you wouldn't believe how the information just fell into my lap, though." Damn smirked, thinking back to when he lent his aid to Clue and his team, only to have Clue reveal that Fantomes had been spotted in the city, the man he'd hired to infiltrate the Fiction Den in his stead. Damn was the engineer behind it all, Fantomes stealing the items from the Fiction Den, the distribution of the items on the black market to terrorists. To what end, though? Simple. He made a mess that no one would suspect he purposely made and even if he had, no one could prove it, then he went ahead and helped clean up this mess in front of millions of people worldwide alongside EAGLE, making him not only the brilliant doctor that sprouted from nowhere and restored New York, but the man who was saving the world from super terrorism. 

Of course that wasn't all, that was what Fantomes managed to deduce. Damn's ace was still hidden up his sleeve. 

"You can not kill me...if you do...your plan goes to hell." Fantomes coughed, "I...set it up so if I'm not in a certain place at a certain time...the world will know that it was you who was behind all of this."

"You're bluffing."

"I do not bluff." Laughed Fantomes, "Lying is something I do well, but bluffing is haphazard. It is done out of desperation." Then his eyes intensified behind his damaged mask. "I do not do desperation. I will never bluff. I will always have the upper hand."  
 
"You propose that I allow you to walk away with your life and in exchange I trust you to not leak the information? Do you play me for a fool?"  
 
"I never ask of a man something I wouldn't do myself. So, no, I do not ask you to have faith that I will not leak said information, but I do give you my word." Fantomes stood to his feet, approaching Doctor Damn. "Look at your choices, kill me and it's certain that the information gets out or we part ways, you never see me again and the world believes you a hero." 
  
"As long as you live." 
 
"As long as I draw breath upon this earth, the information is safe." 
 
"And if you die at the hands of another man?" 
 
"You ask much too many questions, docteur." 

Doctor Damn stared the mere mortal in the eye, seething. He knew dealing with the more intelligent humans would pose as a problem, but he was far from outwitted. Motioning to the loyalists that he had in EAGLE, they lowered their weapons and activated a corridor of light that reached out of nowhere, retreating into the tube and disappearing toward the center. Doctor Damn smiled upon Fantomes, gave the man he was aiming to kill not so long ago a pat on the shoulder and said; "It was a pleasure doing business with you." With that, he turned away and walked toward the spiraling portal of light that stood in the middle of the narrow alleyway, only to have his stride broken by a serendipitous crash at the other end of the alley. Turning back, Doctor Damn noticed one of the rocketmen, downed, with a spectre of a man rising from his back and onto his feet. 
 
"Monsieur Clue." Greeted the Frenchman with a chuckle, he found it funny how fate always threw them together, he found it even funnier that Clue would witness Doctor Damn walking away from a wanted fugitive along with a number of EAGLE troops. It was instantaneous, it all clicked in Clue's mind in a matter of moments. Snatching the Zeta beam powered rifle from the rocketman he'd hitched a ride on, he pointed it and called out for Damn to freeze. Damn stood there for a while, with the tube of light at his back, silhouetting his entire frame, then he cracked a smile, turned away, and walked toward the center of the light. 
 
A bright neon blast cut through the air-- 
 
It narrowly missed Fantomes-- 
 
The beam neared the closing tunnel of light-- 
 
But before it could strike Damn, it was gone, the beam passed through the twinkle that was left behind, striking the dumpster at the other end of the alley and knocking it into the barren streets of London. Charles swore under his breath, but before he could get too upset, he aimed down the sights of the rifle and pointed it at Fantomes, baring his teeth as he spoke with a harsh whisper. "You're going to talk. You're going to tell me everything." 
 
"It would be my pleasure, Monsieur Clue." Said Fantomes, a sly grin tugged at the edge of his lips, "But if we're going to be unlikely allies in this fight, and believe me, there will be a fight, do you mind if I change first? It hurts to wear something so expensive in such shape, more so than my bullet wound."
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@The Dark Huntress said:

@Clue_ said:

@The Dark Huntress said:

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Because he's a red skeleton thing and no one wants to see Laura with him because he's not as pretty as Hellion, maybe.

That's not the reasoning behind it at all (I'm not even overly fond of the Hellion/X-23 ship anymore).

Oh, so it's because he's Samoan? Racist.

A. I didn't even know he was Samoan, so no.

B, You're reaching and it's not a good look on you.

OH SO WHY ARE YOU SO AGAINST IT???? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW METTLE
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@Clue_ said:

Because he's a red skeleton thing and no one wants to see Laura with him because he's not as pretty as Hellion, maybe.

That's not the reasoning behind it at all (I'm not even overly fond of the Hellion/X-23 ship anymore).

Oh, so it's because he's Samoan? Racist.
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Because he's a red skeleton thing and no one wants to see Laura with him because he's not as pretty as Hellion, maybe.

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Haven't read comics in over two weeks...

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Kk. Posted. It's pretty rushed but w/e. I'll get my Fantomes post up later/tomorrow. 

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To say the scene was a warzone was an understatement.

There was a sentient micro star attacking the Westminster Palace, jets of light streaking from it's eyes, tearing through the palace as they arrived. Charles remembered when he came across it during a case in Japan, long story short there was an evil professor trying to cause mass destruction by opening a gateway to the Microverse. The sentient micro star was being kept in a dense gravity well, a tube that could fit in the palm of Charles' hand, the gravity well kept the star compressed and kept it from further expansion, the micro star itself was the size of a particle, but Charles knew it could be abused, used against the world. So he kept it on a shelf in the Fiction Den after keeping it.

Now, here he was, staring it in the face as it tore parliament apart, ever expanding. The River Thames was evaporating, a steamy fog rising as it descended lower into the river. Maya jumped right into it, trying to fend it off from causing any further destruction by bombarding it with light blasts of her own. The monstrous sun monster growled and groaned before expanding further, the heat that was coming off of it burnt up the oxygen, the air was thin, and the civilians that were escaping the palace were passing out on the stairs. Clue bit down, his brow furrowed, he wouldn't allow them to become casualties, getting them all out of the building and to safety was probably out of the question, too.

"Clue!" A voice exclaimed into his earpiece. "Blackman--he's been taken--"

"Sh*t..." Clue muttered as a scene of defeat unfolded before him. He had enough to deal with, but someone else was making their move in the madness against Blackman.

"I need to know what we are doing. Care to share? I don't plan on being an officious fool by running in perplexed."

"Get as many people as you can clear of the building." Clue commanded, pointing to the sluggish civilians sprawled out across the field. "Try not to die, either." He shouted, running into the expanding heat and steam that engulfed the area. "Oy! Don't hit it with energy! That thing is fixing to blow and take out half of London with it or summat!" He yelled to Maya, "You can absorb energy, right? Try that! Absorb as much as much as you can!" Filling a leadership role was something he wasn't familiar with being a loner, but it was something that he seemingly did naturally, probably because he himself was helpless to do anything but direct this team in this situation. 

It came suddenly, a thunderous boom followed by a tube of light that kicked up a wind, a number of men dressed in peculiar armor stepped from the tube of light, the EAGLE symbol on their breastplates. 

"Phew!" A man who emerged from the boom tube last with an eye patch over his left eye wiped the sweat from his brow, he was a tall man, visible scarring extending from underneath the patch. Unlike the men who hurried from the tube before him, he was dressed in a leather coat and black turtleneck, which he now regretted with the expanding sun that hung over the Thames. His slacks and shoes matched his coat and sweater, he was a distinguishable man, and one that Clue almost immediately recognized as Director Danger. 

"Took you bloody cowboys long enough!"

"Me and my units just gained authorization to enter Europe thirty seconds ago." Danger said, looking Clue over once with a suspicious expression.

"Bullocks! I just met up with one of your units and Doctor Damn not far from here--"

"Damn does what he wants." Danger interjected, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks as the EAGLE agents went to work. Their armor were resilient enough to keep the heat out. "Instead of chastising me and my men to coming to your tea-sippin' ass's rescue, you should tell me what we're dealing with here."

"Sentient sun from the microverse." Clue replied, he didn't like to admit it, but Danger was right, there was no time to argue semantics when lives were at risk, but the situation was looking a whole lot better now that an EAGLE unit was present. It was the happiest he'd ever been to see Americans in his entire life. While the military was fine, they weren't equipped to deal with these sort of threats and MI:13 could only deal with so much going on in the United Kingdom before they were worn thin. "It's currently expanding. Worst case scenario is that it expands and takes most of our little isle with it then compresses into a singularity and swallows the entire planet."

"We're not going to be able to contain it--it's way too big."

"I have someone working on that as we speak, gentlemen." Clue said, pointing up at Maya.

"Think she has what it takes to absorb a small star and make it small enough for my men to contain?" Danger asked, his eye winced at the bright light show.

"I have faith she'll do what it takes." A hopeful Clue said, he really needed this to get wrapped up. Fantomes was in the area, Blackman had been abducted, by whom, he wasn't completely sure yet, and who knew what other stolen Fiction Den weapons were in use or still in the wrong hands. No rest for the wicked. No days off.