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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 23:09:57 GMT
It had been some time since the Brotherhood's last defeat at the hands of the X-Men. Cain Marko had been utterly humiliated. For a man of his power and ego, that was understandable. It should also have not been a surprised that he was still pissed. He had been imprisoned, and then had lost contact with the Brotherhood after his escape. He was now a loner walking about New York, stooping to low-rate crime to ensure "financial security". He was also bullying the normal just for the fun of it.
Today he decided he was in the mood for a drink and made his way to the worse part of Hell's Kitchen to have it. Not a soul bothered him as he walked about. When he entered a nasty excuse for a bar, he growled at those who gawked at them. A hefty, drunken man at the bar didn't seem afraid of him due to some liquid courage.
"And just who the hell are you?" asked the man.
"Don't you know who I am?" shouted Marko as he lifted the big man up like he was a doll. "I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, B***H!!!" He then looked at the name on the drunk guy's coveralls. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Steve!" He then looked at some of the other patrons. "I'm gonna kick your asses with Steve!" And sure enough, he used Steve's body as a weapon to beat up others.
Moments later, half the patrons that were in the bar were unconscious. The other half, including the bartender, had fled. Marko grabbed a full bottle of Wild Turkey from behind the bar and began drinking out of it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 16:12:29 GMT
John had his hands full since the merging of the two worlds. He had already killed over 2 dozen vampire nests, killed a Chupacabra, 3 werewolves, and a gang of road raccoons from hell, and John thought that the hell from the world he came from was strange. The raccoons really changed that. At least they were easy to kill. Anything that would kill a normal raccoon, and he did that just today. And know he just wanted something to drink, and win. He just finished killing one of the vampire gangs in Newyork, and heard them talk about a bar in a place called Hell's kitchen. He exited the abandoned apartment building, but before he left he dropped his cigarette which lit a trail of kerosine which he strategically placed that the room with the vampires would burn, but the rest of the building survived.
He drove away in his taxi, and parked it outside the bar. He took out a cigarette, and lit it as he walked in the bar. Of course he did two things. 1. join a poker game. 2. Get some whiskey. Both done in a matter of minutes. He had a seat in a dim lighted corned, but still could see the cards fine. He had already won more than a 4 thousand dollars, and already made two people leave the table. He ignored when the big man walked in. In a place like this you would know that a lot of big burly people would walk in like they owned the place. This guy certainly did.
As the fighting started the whole poker game came to a stop as they looked at the man seemingly calling himself the Juggernaut, and following the words with B***h made John already hate his guts. He did have to say he was impressed when he used Steve as a club. Not because it was a cool idea, but because it scared the rest of the poker players, as they rushed out of the bar leaving all the money behind. Seeing as John was the only person left on the table, the money was now his. He gather it up silently as the Behemoth started raiding the bar. He put it all inside one of his inside pockets, and took out a pair of brass knuckles.
He whistled loudly at the man drinking from a bottle. "Oi, mate! You've had to much to drink. Why don't you just go hime before things get ugly." He said with a new lit cigarette in his mouth, and to make the statement pronounced made a smoke ring which in the center was the giants big head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 17:06:33 GMT
Regan was bored. Since she joined the Brotherhood, they hadn't make a lot of things and during all day they have been inside their secret lair, without doing too much. Regan needed emotion, fun, free air for once. Have a good drink or two would be fine too. Then she heard of news that one of the lost members of the Brotherhood, Juggernaut was out and in New York. Regan smiled thinking this was perfect.
She hadn't talk with the giant too much, but it was fun to be around the big brute, despite he was only a human. She wondered when he escaped. He always made a big show that Regan enjoyed to see, and she was sure that today, he wouldn't make an exception. After a while she was able to locate him in Hells Kitchen, a place, where police was too scared to go in. Perfect again.
She was able to move through the number of people that ran away scared of the bar where Marko was in. She entered dressed with a purple shirt and a long black skirt, as she removed her purple shades to see that Marko was already having fun. Then she saw how a man, who was British judging for his accent stood up and defied Juggernaut. He even blew a thick smoke ring in Marko's face, she had to admit that the British had guts. He didn't look great thing, but maybe he had a trick or two under his sleeve.
Regan sat in a stool and looked for something decent to drink. Of all the bars Marko could have broke in, he chose the one with crappy drinks, thought with a frown. She could help Juggernaut deal with the British, but she knew that the brute wouldn't like help in a personal fight, so unless he asked for the help, she would drink from a bottle of whiskey and enjoy the spectacle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 17:38:52 GMT
Marko already had most of the bottle down when John Constantine came in. He swallowed the rest before replying. Any normal human who drank a bottle of Wild Turkey that fast would be dead, but Juggernaut's body could handle it. He rose, a bit buzzed, and glared at the newcomer, cracking his knuckles.
"And what are you gonna do, ya ugly bum?" he asked. "I could beat up most of the people in this craphole! You think one little outta shape punk like you is gonna have any success havin' a go at me? You must be as stupid as you are ugly. But since you got some brass, I'll give ya one chance to pop on outta here and let me finish my drink." Marko then turned and smiled at the next person entered the bar. He smiled because not only was the woman a member of the Brotherhood as well, but she was an old friend of Marko's, one of his few friends, and a woman Marko fancied a good bit.
"Well dip my head in honey and shove it in a beehive, if it ain't Regan Wyngarde?" he said. "How the bloody hell ave you been? Looks like you caught me at a bad time. Then again, when don't I get caught at a bad time?" He looked back at John. "If this scuzzy roach would wise up and haul tail outta here, you and I can catch up, Regan? If not... maybe we could both... wise him up!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 18:50:07 GMT
He wasn't scared when she the behemoth turned to face him. Obviously he was just someone over powered drunk who was probably one of those mutants that have been popping up here and there. Then of course he had no idea who John is. The biggest mistake he is ever going to make. Of course he knew the type this behemoth was. The ones that thought that he was the strongest man in the world, and that he could get away with anything. Which was not true. There were always people to prove them wrong. Normally John wouldn't get involved, but people like these deserve to get beat up, and John is more than happy to deliver it.
He didn't like to be called ugly. In fact John thought of himself as quite handsome, and having an alluring accent, but then again this was coming from a man who thought just because he was big, and tough meant he was a catch. Not really. "Look calling me ugly is calling you handsome. Something that was never said by a lot of people. Maybe your Momma did. Sometimes." He just shrugged when he said that he was out of shape, and ugly again. At least this guy was smart enough to know what brass knuckles were. "Wow. It seems surprising that you know some many words, and I would enjoy that free punch."
As the Behemoth stopped paying attention to him he looked at the person he was talking to. Why the hell would she hangout with someone like him, but than again this was a really bad bar. So she could possibly be a villain. "Oi! Buddy! Am I going to get that free punch or what. Or would rather that I punch in the nuts right know, and conclude this fight, and embarrass you in front of your girlfriend." He said getting in a boxing position in case the behemoth would throw the first punch after all that taunting.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 19:04:45 GMT
Regan chuckled a little when Cain greeted her. She was glad to see that he was happy to see her. She had to admit that there was something dangerous in Cain Marko that attracted Regan. "It's good to see you again Cain"said with a smirk as she took a sip of her bottle. Well, dip his head in honey and shove him into a beehive? Oh, Regan had other ideas to do with him thought with a smirk, and he would probably love them. "I have been terribly bored darling, yes you are right, although you are always able to have fun too"said Regan with a chuckle.
He then proposed to help him deal with the British, but she had to admit she would prefer to watch and enjoy. It seems that the blond man has a big mouth as Cain has. "Maybe later, I don't wanna spoil your fun Cain, and yes it will be a pleasure to talk and enjoy a good time after this"said with a grin as she took another sip of her bottle.
She looked again at the British, he was in some ways like Cain ready to jump in combat, but there was something more behind the thin figure. Maybe Cain would need her help after all, he probably wouldn't see coming one of her illusions.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 22:35:20 GMT
So this moron wanted to give Marko a free punch? That was the dumbest thing anyone could do, or so Marko thought. Usually one punch from the Juggernaut was all it took. Lights out. La-La Land. Free trip to the hospital... or maybe the morgue. Marko raised his fists and grinned.
"You want it, scumbag, you got it," he said. "Hope you got medical insurance. Hell... who am I kidding? I don't care if you do or not." He then looked at Regan. Damn, she was looking beautiful. Marko wasn't one for romance, but he always found Regan to be a wickedly lovely princess.
"Hope you're not expecting a long show, love," he said to her. "One free shot and this fella's goin' through the bloody wall." Marko wanted to get this over with quickly. He was already forming plans with Regan. A brisk walk around town, finding a pretty shop or two to demolish, bullying the masses because the two of them could, and ending the day sitting on a heap of their own destruction and enjoying a bottle of Crown Royal and some thick, juicy steaks. Just like old times. But first, he had to get rid of the goofball in front of him.
"Alright, cupcake, time to meet ya maker," he said. And if he was going to get one free shot, he was going to make it a good one. Stepping back, he let out a yell and charged at the man, his fist raised and ready to coming down on the potential victim.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 10:57:43 GMT
John would have never have given the man a free punch unless he had an idea. There was one thing he learned in Liverpool. Theres no such thing as a free punch. He had to learn that the hard way, but hey if he was going to use his powers, so would John. He normally wouldn't use his powers for something as menial as this, but hey why the hell not. He made the poker game end quickly, and made John only get a fraction of the money he was supposed to get. John raised the sleeves on both his arms showing two of his tattoos on his arms.
"I could ask you the same thing, but then again this might just be our ego's talking." John could clearly see that he has a big of ego as John has. It is both a weakness, and an advantage depending on how you use it. He got shivers when he went all lovey-dovey on the girl. "Please can you keep quite until you knock me out. You make me want to throw up with all this lovey-dovey crap."
As he saw that the Behemoth zoned out for a while which was the perfect timing. He created an illusion of himself with the brass knuckles, and teleported himself into the shadows. He could only do short distance teleports so this was good. As he took his brass knuckles off, and switched it with a piece of cloth he found on a table. It was so fast that hopefully no one saw it. He took out his lighter ready to jump out, and punch him straight in the jaw. Of course with a touch of magic to make the punch actually hurt this guy.
He was now thinking of something clever to say when he jumped out of the shadows, but it was pretty easy to know what to say. As Behemoth launched his punch, he lit the cloth as John ran out as the fires covered his whole fist. "I'M JOHN CONSTANTINE, B***H!!!" He said as the fist made contact with the jaw creating a miniature explosion sending John back a bit, but was able to recover, and land on top of a table. "And I thought you would know there is no such thing as a free punch." He said with a grin on his face
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 11:27:00 GMT
Regan kept listening the two of them exchange insults with a bored face. She just hoped that Cain finished it quickly and they could do something interesting. Cain probably had a couple of plans on his owns, but Regan had her own too. She rolled a little her eyes by the words of the British: he was like Cain, very arrogant. "Don't worry Cain , darling enjoy your fun"said Regan as she took another sip of her bottle.
Then she realized something was wrong. This was too much easy for the giant man, but before she could warn Cain she saw how the blond man appeared from nothing and punched Juggernaut in his face with great strength and with an explosion. He used an illusion, he was a really good trickster as it took a lot of effort for Regan to realize it. He used an illusion to move of place and while Cain charged towards him he teleported and punched him. He could be a magician. That wasn't good news for Cain: for what she heard his powers came from a mystic god.
It was time that Regan intervened. Luckily this Constantine wasn't paying attention to her as he kept insulting Cain. She slightly concentrated as she pulled her gun and use her illusions to make the gun invisible and he wouldn't listen to the noise once she shoot. She aimed at his shoulder and shoot at it. After she shoot she used another illusion to make him believe his feet were trapped in tar, and he believed he couldn't escape. "I think you should have left when you had the chance. You have messed with the wrong people"said Regan as she walked towards Cain. "You alright Cain?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 12:31:39 GMT
Well Marko certainly didn't see that coming. Then again, who would? But Marko should have been clever enough to indeed know that anyone who allowed him a free punch was up to something. But then again, when was the last time anyone accused the Juggernaut of being clever. When the fist contacted and the explosive occurred, Marko howled in pain, backing away and holding his fist.
"BLOODY HELL!" he screamed. "That bloody, you flamin' sack of sh...... BLOODY HELL!" Marko was not one to feel pain often. He was one who could take a beating just as well as he could dish out one. But in this case, there was magic at work. In a rage, he raised his good fist and brought it down, smashing a table into kindling. He then looked over at Regan when she spoke. He realized that not only had this guy humiliated him, but had done so in front of the woman he fancied. Still, he couldn't help but form a wicked smile when the lady took up for him. There were three people who Marko was willing to consider himself a team player with: Magneto, Mystique, and the lady who was present in the bar, the one code named Lady Mastermind.
"You heard the good lady, magic man!" said Marko. "I gave you the chance to haul your ugly butt cheeks outta here and you turned me down. Now it's two-on-one and we ain't gonna fall for your crap again!" Marko stood alongside Regan and smiled at her. "Ready to smash it up like the old times, darlin'?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 17:52:03 GMT
He started laughing seeing the big guy in so much pain. He met people like this they talk big, but when one guy punches you in the face, with a little help from magic. "Not so tough know are you?" He said as he wanted to approach the Behemoth, but couldn't move his legs. He looked down and saw tar. That didn't make much sense unless the lady did something. He knew something bad was going to happen when he figured it out. A piercing pain came from his shoulder as a bullet tore through it. He knew some how this lady was somehow manipulating his mind. He never had to deal with telepaths before, but just because his feet were trapped, it didn't mean he couldn't do any magic.
"Right fair enough this is all on me. Now it means I have to hurt her to." He said as he raised his hand as his hand to an eerie shade of green as he chanted "Svgram Lignite Goylem." The wood on the floor started to creak, and the table, and chairs also of wood started flying towards each other, and began forming into humanoid forms as big as Behemoth himself. Next he took the necklace with the cross on from under his shirt, and held it up, and took his lighter to warm up the gold. "Heilig Schild!" A gold aura in a form of semi sphere covering himself. It was strong enough to block the illusions from the lady herself.
"Well seeing as golems are as dumb as you... Behemoth was it? Seeing as they are as dumb as the big guy, maybe even a bit dumber maybe a bit smarter. The point is that they're immune to your powers missy. To effect them you have to effect me, and I'm pretty cosy in my holy bubble. only the pure hearted can get in, and both of you aren't close to being pure hearted. Have fun with my Golems." He said as there was a bottle of Jack Daniels on the table. He powered it over the wound, and even drunk a bit of it. He took off his tie, and tied it around his wound. As he watched the two fight his golems.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 18:14:33 GMT
She saw that Cain was well and he got up. Now he was totally pissed. But the good thing is that soon the thin man would be finished and wouldn't survive all of this. He was already trapped in her illusions and she was able to pierce his shoulder with a real bullet. "Of course Cain, let's finish this and we'll catch up later darling"replied Regan with a wicked smile.
Then she saw how he said strange words and the chairs and tables turned into some kind of wooden golems. She frowned a little as she couldn't detect no kind of mind, but she had her guns, and Cain would deal with them. So then he was a magician after all. Then she stopped feeling his mind as he protected himself with some kind of aura. And then he babbled a lot and a lot and started to drink. That man was such a bastard.
And she wanted so bad to finish him now, but for that they should pass first through the wooden golems. "Ready to do a little of exercise Cain?"asked Regan with a wicked grin as she shoot to one's of the golem's head, blowing it up. This will be really fun, thought with a smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 2:27:25 GMT
The magic man was really getting on Marko's nerves now. The time for toying around him was over. He wanted to rip the man in half and then get out of there with Regan to find some amusement destroying things elsewhere. But not only did he toss up a bunch of ugly creatures for Juggernout to toss around, but he was messing with Marko's best girl. That wasn't going to stand.
"So you ain't got the brass to fight me yourself, puke," said Juggernaut. "So you put up these here dolls to fight for ya. I'll smash'em and then grab you. Then I'll choke every last little bit of fairy dust outta ya, sorcerer!" Marko then growled and went after the golems. They weren't as easy as he thought they would be. They were tough, and took it to Marko as he took it to them. So that was it, eh? The golems were going to wear him down so the man in charge of them could finish him off. Marko didn't have time for this. Still pounding away at them, he eyed the man.
"One thing I can't bloody stand is when it ain't a fair fight... ain't fair to me anyway," he said. "I ain't got nothin' to prove to scum like you or your dollies. So let my girl and I outta here and I'll forget I ever looked at your ugly mug." Yeah, he would look like a coward, but it was a smart move. Juggernaut wasn't too keen on handling magic, and he had better things to do in town than dealing with Constantine.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2013 21:53:31 GMT
He laughed to himself as Behemoths girlfriend was being more of a man then he was. He saw that a bullet was more vulnerable then he had hoped, but then again the golems were made of wood, and wood could be easily shot apart with bullets. Sad that there wasn't a stronger substance he could think of at that moment, but at least the big guy was having trouble fighting off the golems. Apparently magic wasn't his strong suit to fight against. As John knew about this guy the first time he saw him. All talk, no brawn, and brain, and a huge ego. "You really don't know how magic works do you. We are not all filled with fairy dust. Maybe someone in the magical worlds is filled with fairy dust, but I still have to find him. Me myself I think I'm filled with blood, guts, and infected lungs." He said mockingly to the big Behemont. "And Dollface you could do a lot better than this bozo. I'm not saying me. Just someone that is in your league. Lets just say he's little league, and you're the major league." He didn't like using the american terms for sports. Why would they call American football, football. It looks more like a handegg. They don't use a ball, or a foot. "Ok I'm taking up your offer. Mainly because I feel like I'm bleeding out, but remember shields still up, and golems will still be around till I'm at least 5 miles away, but trusty I make a very fast escape. Also you could do better, and Behemoth you're on lucky guy." He slowly started walking towards a bathroom. Before he opened the door, he started thinking of the front door of the house of mystery. He opened the door, and stepped through, and know was in Vermont. Mainly the house of mystery. (Have fun with date  , -Leave John-)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 8:16:44 GMT
Despite the bullets seemed effective against the golems, but soon she would run out of bullets. The golems were too much and it seemed that Cain has troubles against them. She frowned a little. Without her illusions she felt a little powerless, but she wouldn't reveal it. She looked at Constantine with anger as the British was having a lot of fun with this.
Then she looked at Cain surprised when he talked. Cain never run away from battle, even if he didn't have the upper hand, Regan wondered why he decided to take the logical option of leave this in a draw. But she was glad. Regan preferred to do other things that dealing now with the British and his pets. She ignored Constantine words he said about her and about the leagues.
But she was glad that Constantine took Cain's offer. She saw him getting up and entered in the bathroom. A few seconds later, the golems stopped moving and they fell in the floor. Regan breathed relieved, Constantine probably vanished in another place. She had for sure that next time she saw him, she would probably finish him. She looked at Cain. "Well this wasn't what I had planned for our reunion darling, but it had been a little of fun"said with a smirk the blond mutant. She walked towards him and placed a hand in his shoulder. "I think that I need a drink, but in a better place and with better quality. I have a small flat in the city, you wanna go?"asked Regan with a wicked smile.
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, -Leave John-)