Solomon Institute-House visit from Killian

[scorpion]

Xaph has elected to make this RP session public for the entertainment of players.

Physical map of outside surroundings. Solomon Institute is on the top Floor.


https://www.google.com/maps/place/NYS+P ... 73.9444143

40°50'32.9"N 73°56'40.3"W
Game map-unit details.

Enemy Forces Present:
1 Unoccupied Blacked out SUV parked in front on Riverside drive
1 Extremis Soldier Unit
Aldrich Killian

Friendly Forces:
3 Graduate units
9 Trainee Units
2 HYDRA Trainee Units
Taskmaster
Spymaster



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((RP your intentions when you attack, i'll confirm damage and kills. I will provide a floor plan for the level you are on once you confirm this information and if you want this RP to be public.))

Taskmaster, who is working on recovering from his wounds hears gunshots ring out from the direction of the elevators. An 'Oh fuck' thought runs through his head. The only comforting thought he has is that his weapons are in the same room as him.

((Before an RP reply to this session, please let me know if you wish it to be public RP. If its public I will post this in the RP thread and you can reply there.))

[Xaph II]

Things started racing in Taskmaster. His thoughts, certainly. His blood, for sure. And whatever the hell he had just taken by shoving a needle into his thigh.

Whoever or whatever was here had breached the perimeter without being detected, and made it inside without being stopped. The Boys were great at some things, but there were times when they were outclassed, and if he'd learned anything at AIM, it's that piecemeal attacks on intruders were a good way to lose good men to crazy knife wielding maniacs.

Reaching forward and hitting a button, Taskmaster spoke into a microphone to be heard through speakers all around the building.

"Hey! Whoever the hell just got here, come to my office. Boys, if they stop shooting, just let them through. Whoever you are, if you wanna talk, I'm all ears."

After a brief moment, his phone pinged. "I'm sorry, I can not find a result for heywhoeverthehelljustgoth--"

Aw, for crap's sake.

He pushed the actual button this time, and repeated his statement and prepared his weapons. Shotgun on the desk, so it would be between himself and his new guests. Machete behind him - easy to reach or draw at quick notice. Finally, he placed his pistol in his lap, feeling the wound in his leg already beginning to mend.

He added a mental note to up security if he made it through this, and forgot the promise almost as quickly as he made it as a rush of what he assumed to be chemically-added adrenaline of some sort. His office still smelt like blood and guts from getting ready for the last op, and he knew that no matter what happened here, that smell was going to get worse. He just hoped it wouldn't be his guts that added to the interior aesthetic.

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Taskmaster waits to hear more shots ring out. Nothing. He starts sweating uncontrollably, but not because he's nervous about the people who just waltzed into his Institute. He feels a warm feeling in his chest at first, then it goes hot. His eyes dart to the syringe he injected himself with. He notices his hands are emitting a red orange glow that is visible through his skin.

At that moment, his office door opens. In walks a man with slicked back dirty blonde hair who is wearing a white jacket. He has two men behind him who take up post on the outside of the door, facing The Boys who's weapons remain holstered after Taskmaster's order.



The man smirks at Taskmaster as he walks over to his desk. "Taskmaster I presume, or should I call you Tony. My name is Aldrich Killian. You have something that belongs to me, and I want it back."

[Xaph II]

"Huh. I got a lot of things here."

Taskie keeps his hands under his desk. Sweating under his mask, that's hidable. Glow-y red hands, that's a bit more difficult.

"I can have the boys check the files, though. Are you here about Yankees tickets, or Broadway ones? I'm sure that whichever it is, I can get you great tickets for the next week, I've got a drawer full of them here. You're buddies here don't seem too well dressed for a show but if it's a baseball game, I could probably even spare a few Yankees caps...which one will it be?"

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Killian's expression indicated he was not amused by Taskmaster's response.

"Very well, I'll find the Extremis shot myself".

Killian pulls his SIG P226 out from his jacket and takes aim at Taskmaster. He fires 3 rounds into Taskmasters neck. The rounds leave behind small holes, but no blood pours out.

More gunshots can be heard outside of Taskmaster's office as his Boys begin to trade lead with the Extremis soldiers.

Taskmaster does not move. He feels the pain, but also intense heat in his neck.

The holes glow red orange, and appear ashen around the edges as they begin to close.

Before Taskmaster realizes what's happening Killian yells, "Found it!".

[Xaph II]

"Syringe? Well, why didn't you say that?"

Bullet wounds closing. Closing fast. This was new, and based off of the fact that his organs were still on the inside - well it looked like he had a bit more time than Leighton had been given after injection.

Thinking fast, the empty syringe was a weapon, and was in his hand and flying towards Killian's face. A stray thought crossed Taskie's mind - whatever was in that syringe was probably in at least Killian's bodyguard, if not himself. Hopefully a needle-to-the eye could serve as at least a distraction, because small-caliber bullets were out of the question.

His Mossberg, though, packed more of a punch. The door was a bottleneck, and if Killian's party tried to enter, they'd be facing shots of lead. When it came to Killian, though, this was personal. If they were gonna tangle, he wanted to get his machete wet.

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The syringe flying at Killian's face forced his next shots to miss Taskmaster's head. At least he dodged it, he thought.

In a rage, Killian grabbed Taskmaster's desk with his left hand while he tossed the SIG to the side with his right. He pulled up on the desk flinging it to the side of the room, along with Taskmaster's Mossberg which was sitting on it.

As he closed the gap between him and Taskmaster. Killian's eyes, neck, and hands glowed red orange.

Killian pulled his glowing right hand back and kept his left by his face. Taskmaster could see the right straight punch coming.

[Xaph II]

This was cute. Killian might have an advantage on how to use whatever the hell was currently going through both of their bodies - but he had just started a fight. Taskmaster knew. how. to. fight. The desk flew to one side, and under the desk was the rest of Taskie's modest arsenal. Small-caliber bullets seemed to be pretty useless. Neither one of them would use a pistol, but Taskie didn't have to stay unarmed - his machete was right there.

A straight punch was easy to sidestep, and a sidestep was easy to turn into a spin. A spin could bring his machete up, up, and swing wide toward Killian's head. The swing was long, and easy to duck, but it would put him on surer footing while Kilian was forced to move. From that point on, it was gonna be a case of watching carefully and picking shots. Taskmaster was confident in his ability to win a fair fight, and was keeping an eye out for whatever Killian was gonna try to do to make it an unfair one. In the meantime, he figrued the best way to test out the effects this syringe would have on different injuries by causing as many to Killian as he could. Decaptiation would be nice, but there was no reason he had to wait for the kill shot - he wanted to see if Killian's magic-juice could heal an amputation as quick as it did bullet wounds.

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Taskmaster side stepped Killian's straight right by going to Killian's left. Taskmaster spun around, seeing Killian's back left exposed as he brought his machete down towards Killian's head, but it ended up on Killian's left upper arm as Killian blocked the strike.

Expecting Killian's arm to be lopped off, Taskmaster was surprised to see his machete sink into Killian's arm only a couple inches before melting on his super-heated tissue, and finally falling apart into two pieces, rendering it useless.

Killian's jacket and shirt also burned away, revealing his glowing orange torso which was covered with dragon tattoos.

It was at that moment Taskmaster realized he was falling. Killian's block had turned into a leg sweep, followed by a push.

On the ground, Taskmaster could see a super heated left fist coming for his face. His Beretta and Mossberg just out of reach to his right.

The shooting outside the office began to make it's way down the hallway away from the fight with Killian. That would suggest the Boys were being killed off by Killian's extremis soldiers.

((2 graduate units(8 men) killed by Extremis soldiers))

[Xaph II]

Sometimes you had to ignore casualties. Sometimes you had to wait until after a fight to count the dead. "There'll be time enough when the deal is done."

And other times they pissed you off.

Up until this point, he'd been underestimating his intruder. But when you were flat on your back, on the ground, you reassessed.

Gritting his teeth behind his mask, Taskie pushed hard to side, away from Killian in a move that would bring him to one knee. He rolled...and concentrated.

He had seen Killian fight now. He was better than Taskmaster expected. But every move Killian made was registered in Taskmaster's memory with a clarity he knew, in that moment, was more than he had had even in the past. Even now, Taskmasters reflexes were accommodating, reading his opponent in his subconscious while he allowed his conscious mind to plan.

He'd watched Killian fight. But he'd also watched Killian glow. Glow with a power he recognized in himself, and if Killian could do it, and would do it in front of him, he could do the same. He just needed one, good, solid connection, with his muscles moving to dodge Killian's guard, and his body fluctuating that energy in much the same way. He just needed time, watching Killian fight for a few more moves. Then, when Killian's style had sunk in, Taskmaster could hit him, as hard as was (super)humanly possible. Right in the face. Whatever Killian did to flex this super-heat, Taskmaster was watching him do from behind his mask. What he saw, he could replicate, if not understand. He had training in enough systems of CQB that eventually, surely, he could find an opening in Killian's guard. Whatever this new energy was, he was going to try to kick someone's f'in head off.

[Xaph II]

Sometimes you had to ignore casualties. Sometimes you had to wait until after a fight to count the dead. "There'll be time enough when the deal is done."

And other times they pissed you off.

Up until this point, he'd been underestimating his intruder. But when you were flat on your back, on the ground, you reassessed.

Gritting his teeth behind his mask, Taskie pushed hard to side, away from Killian in a move that would bring him to one knee. He rolled...and concentrated.

He had seen Killian fight now. He was better than Taskmaster expected. But every move Killian made was registered in Taskmaster's memory with a clarity he knew, in that moment, was more than he had had even in the past. Even now, Taskmasters reflexes were accommodating, reading his opponent in his subconscious while he allowed his conscious mind to plan.

He'd watched Killian fight. But he'd also watched Killian glow. Glow with a power he recognized in himself, and if Killian could do it, and would do it in front of him, he could do the same. He just needed one, good, solid connection, with his muscles moving to dodge Killian's guard, and his body fluctuating that energy in much the same way. He just needed time, watching Killian fight for a few more moves. Then, when Killian's style had sunk in, Taskmaster could hit him, as hard as was (super)humanly possible. Right in the face. Whatever Killian did to flex this super-heat, Taskmaster was watching him do from behind his mask. What he saw, he could replicate, if not understand. He had training in enough systems of CQB that eventually, surely, he could find an opening in Killian's guard. Whatever this new energy was, he was going to try to kick someone's f'in head off.

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With his left fist through the floor, and Taskmaster out of his reach on a knee, Killian could see Taskmaster was going to be able to get back on his feet. Once he was, Killian pulled his left hand from the floor, and prepared to dive at Taskmaster's mid-section when he was met with a snap kick to the bottom of his chin.

The kick sent a jolt through Killian's head, sending him backward towards the desk he turned over. He was on his ass.

Killian could see Taskmaster's arms begin to glow a deeper red orange. He was heating up.

Killian reached to his left,picked up the Mossberg laying next to him, and took aim at Taskmaster.

[Xaph II]

"Hey, you wanted a fair fight."

Taskmaster's glowing arm reaches out, and he continues gaining his read on Killian. The Mossberg, like the machete, had metal, and Taskmaster was starting to get a hang of what he could now feel coursing through his arm. He didn't need to turn the gun into liquid, but enough heat applied to warp the barrel would make the gun into more a threat to the person pulling the trigger than to anyone it might be pointed at. Taskmaster moved slowly and certainly, reading the situation as he advanced on Killian and prepared to sabotage the shotgun. He wasn't underestimating Killian anymore, and he got the impression that Killian was making much the same assessement on his end. They were gonna finish this, hand-to-hand.

[scorpion]

Taskmaster grabbed the barrel of the Mossberg immediately causing the barrel to melt on contact with his super-heated hands.

Killian stood up as it happened.

"Fair enough" Killian quipped.

Killian dropped the Mossberg and grabbed Taskmaster's hand as he was still holding onto the shotgun. Killian pulled Taskamaster close, using his free hand to grab onto the collar of Taskmaster's Kevlar vest. Killian completed a Tomoe nage throw, using his extra strength to send Taskmaster through the office window, and out onto the rooftop.

It was about a 6 foot fall from the office window. As he returned to his feet, Taskmaster realized his left wrist definitely sustained a compound fracture. He could see bone poking through his skin. However, it to was healing noticeably fast, emitting a bright orange glow.

He heard Killian land behind him.

The two men now stood facing each other on the roof top, ready to continue the fight.

((location on the rooftop))

[Xaph II]

"This...this is good shit. But it wasn't worth you blowing up one of my Boys."

What Taskmaster knows about setting bones could fill a book, if he remembered any of it. In the absence of a medical professional, the best he could do is hold it as straight as possible and wait for the Extremey juice to do it's work. In that respect, he had to buy time, even a short amount.

"You know, this wasn't personal. Really, I swear, it was business...up to a point."

Taskmaster has the luxury of a mask hiding his eyes, which he casts around the rooftop. In the meantime, he'll slowly circle with his guard up. Every little movement that he can force Killian to do - anything he can force him to dodge or avoid - would get Taskmaster that much closer to incapacitating him. And if he couldn't do that...well, he was pretty sure that Killian could survive a fall off of a rooftop with this stuff. But...that was a testable hypothesis.

"Leighton, Limbo...a bunch of other guys, I've taken on that debt. Unlucky for you that Tony Stark is dead, cos that means that you're next on the list for repayment, and I intend to cash it in today."