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[22 Oct 2008|01:31am] |
TO: a.powers@weaponx.gov
FROM: n.essex@weaponx.gov
SUBJECT: Surveillance Mission
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I have received a report that the daughter of known mutant terrorist Erik Lehnsherr has joined the Brotherhood of Mutants. Lorna Dane, codenamed Polaris, is an extremely dangerous mutant. She has been seen repeatedly with Alex Summers, an unstable mutant who left the Mutant Recovery Division after destroying government property and nearly killing a number of staff researchers.
We would like you to track and monitor Dane and Summers. Detailed reports on their activities should be handed in on a weekly basis. I am able to make many resources available to you. Attached is a photograph of the subjects.
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[20 Oct 2008|07:35pm] |
WHO: Alex and OTA
WHAT: Alex goes to a hospital
WHERE: Hospital
WHEN: Backdated to right after the robot incident
Alex had been injured in the fight. A cruiser had rushed towards the brotherhood and when Magneto had thrown it off course, it had crashed into a parked car. Alex had been noble and rushed over to help the police officer out, not wanting to hurt anyone who was just doing their job. The sentinel had been able to fire off an energy burst that was aimed at Magneto. Magneto saw the cannon heat up and easily manipulated the arm to change the path of the blast. The blast was now aimed at the cruiser and the car exploded. Alex fell on the officer and covered him from the blast but a hunk of glass from the window stuck into his shoulder blade.
Now he was stripped of his inhibitor, though he was sure he'd want it on him if he wasn't at a hospital where it would scream mutant. He walked into the ER, blood dripping down his back and spreading across the fabric of his sweatshirt. He felt dizzy.
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[14 Oct 2008|07:37pm] |
Who: St John, OTA the Brotherhood
What: vegging in front of the tv
When: Tuesday evening
Where: the lounge.
St John sighed, flicking through the channels for the tenth time in as many minutes. He'd lost count of the number of channels they had, and he still couldn't find anything worth watching. Grumbling quietly to himself, he got to his feet, wandering over to the dvds piled up next to the tv.
"Shit...shit....seen it...don't wanna see it....shit...shit..."
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| New Directions - Avengers HQ - Open |
[12 Oct 2008|09:57pm] |
Who: Julie Power, OTA
What: Arriving
When: Sunday, Late afternoon
Where: Avengers HQ
( Not quite lost )
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[04 Oct 2008|10:46am] |
Who: Alex and Open
What: Alex does something unorthodox... or, actually, I guess kind of orthodox.
When: Saturday morning
Where: A Catholic Church in NYC. Pick one. I'm sure there are plenty.
( Sins of the father. And son. )
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[29 Sep 2008|05:38pm] |
Who: Elektra and Matt
What: Finding one another again
When: Late afternoon
Where: Music Store
( Organizing takes its toll )
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[27 Sep 2008|02:28pm] |
Who: Suzanne and Steve
What: Suzanne makes “the call” to Steve
When: Mid Afternoon
She takes in a breath and stares at the phone. The paper beside the phone written in nice hand righting said Steve and a number. She stared at the paper. Had too much time passed since they last saw each other at the lounge? Maybe he forgot about her, forgot who she was.
She swallowed hard and reached for the paper. Then for the receiver. She listened to the dial tone in her ear as she pressed the receiver between the phone and her shoulder. She licked her lips and finally dialed the numbers. All except the very last one. It took her a moment but she pressed the last digit and the phone began to ring in her ear. She waited nervously on the other end of the phone for an answer.
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[25 Sep 2008|08:12am] |
Who: Jubilee and Rogue
Where: The Mallll.
When: Earlier in the week.
Why: taking a break from life.
( Read more... )
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[25 Sep 2008|03:57am] |
TO: n.essex@weaponx.gov
FROM: b.trask@mrd.gov
SUBJECT: Not breed in captivity
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Looks like your favorite pools are mixing. Let me know if I can help.
Bolivar
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[20 Sep 2008|07:01pm] |
WHO: NPCs and Big Iron Giants
WHAT: Another test run of the program
WHERE: Yankee Stadium
The sentinels were good at keeping up with mutants who could fly, and now mutants who could leap tall buildings too. The green-skinned man was wanted for the murder of his human parents. He'd been on the run for six years, killed three police officers, and when someone spotted him again they sent the big cops.
He jumped up, seeming to spring like a bouncy ball, and went over the outer wall of Yankee stadium. Baltimore and New York were playing, Baltimore was losing. The mutant landed in the outfield. The robot landed a little harder right behind him, tearing up turf.
People screamed and cheered, now focused on the chase instead of the game. The players abandoned the white leather-wrapped ball and ran for the dug out. The mutant leapt again and was caught in the air by a stun gun. He hit the pitcher's mound hard, something cracked. The robot scooped him up.
"Nothing to see here; the dangerous mutant has been taken care of," a prerecorded man's voice boomed from a speaker in the robot's chest. The Sentinel jetted off, leaving Yankee stadium to the chaos of excitement.
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Who: St John and Remy
What: Who knows, with these two
When: Evening.
Where: New Strain, a mutant-friendly bar.
Rating: TBC, probably high.
John got bored easy. He was avoiding Jubilee - kid was cute, but annoyingly perky, even without caffeine - and so he'd fled the Brotherhood's headquarters for some peace and quiet away from Sparky.
Well, peace away from Sparky. Well, away from Sparky...
He found himself in a bar he honestly hadn't thought would still exist. But hey, apparently there were still some mutant-friendly venues out there. New Strain had been a seedy dive when he'd last visited, but over the years it had flourished, becoming one of those places that could have come off as painfully trendy and pretentious, but had enough good beers on tap to justify its reputation.
John slouched in one of the corner booths, arm resting on worn burgundy leather, sipping slowly at a beer as he watched the crowd. There was a real mix on the floor; mutations obvious and hidden, some 'normals', either with mutant friends, or just sightseeing. The sightseers were quickly made to feel...if not unwelcome, then at least that their custom would be more welcome elsewhere.
And the best part? He could smoke. A fresh pack of cigarettes and his battered zippo lay on the table in front of him, half-full ashtray testament to the fact that he'd been there a while.
[ooc: photos and further description of New Strain under the ( cut )
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[15 Sep 2008|12:24am] |
WHO: Sentinel and NPC Mutant
WHERE: New York City
WHEN: Monday Morning
The mutant had robbed a bank in Niskayuna at 8:43a. Bolivar trask had been given the green light from Senator Kelly and they launched the program. He was pulling off his ski mask and flying away when something caught up to him. A quick glance over his shoulder brought the shock of a lifetime, a giant flying robot.
He burst ahead at full speed, the robot kept up. He flew for miles until exhaustion overtook him and he dropped down into the city. He would surely lose it in the crowd. The robot landed hard in the intersection, cracking the pavement. A taxi cab screeched to a halt to avoid hitting the giant metal foot. A truck rear ended the cab.
The robot reached down and scooped up the mutant. He clenched him in his hand and rocketed off to bring him into captivity.
The first test of the Sentinel program had been a success.
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