[X] You think you sort of understand who he's scenting... explain what you know about Dr. McCoy.
[X] Who are you?
[X] Do you have any idea who could've done this?
[X] Who are you?
[X] Do you have any idea who could've done this?
The Young Avengers Initiative
- Thread starter Wightraven
- Start date
005 - Those Who Watch F
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Unanimous Winner: You think you sort of understand who he's scenting... explain what you know about Dr. McCoy.
Number of voters: 9
Winner: Who are you?
Number of voters: 8
Winner: Do you have any idea who could've done this?
Number of voters: 6
"I think I know who you're scenting on us," you begin, "but I'd like to ask you a few questions first."
"Fine. But if you know somethin', make it quick. The trail's cold enough already."
"I've got a question," Gwen pipes up, "who the hell are you?"
He regards her for a moment, then sighs. "Call me Logan."
"Just 'Logan'? No last name?"
"Don't got one." He clams up again, much to Gwen's visible frustration.
"With all due respect, Logan, could you tell us just a little bit more about yourself? We're trying to establish some trust, here," you reason.
He grumbles, but begins talking again. "Did some work for the Canadian government back in the 70's that I can't talk about. Don't remember much before then. Went solo for a while. Joined up with my last outfit in the late 80's. Can't talk about that, either. Now we ain't a thing anymore, so now there's nothin' to talk about."
You sigh, but press on with a question of your own; "fine. Who do you think could be responsible for this assault?"
"Ehh... we made our fair share of enemies over the years, but none o' them are the hit-an'-run type. More the, do-it-in-front-of-ya-an'-brag-about-it type. S'pose if one of 'em decided to get serious, maybe... but it ain't likely. No reason for 'em to change their tactics like that so suddenly. But..." he stops talking, and returns to eating.
You wait a few moments, but you and Gwen are both becoming impatient at this point. "... but?"
"Scent's familiar... but I don't know why. Somethin' from... before? Maybe? Long time ago. Somethin' I forgot since, forgot what it was connected to... but I know it. Like the perfume of an old ex..."
"I'm gonna guess the guy this is connected to isn't quite as friendly and happy as an old ex," quips Gwen.
"You ain't met my ex," Logan insists, finishing his food. He reaches for his wallet and throws a few fifties down on the table. "You got info for me, or not?"
"Yes," you sigh, "but I'd really like to be kept in the loop on what you find. This man hurt people close to us, as well." Logan nods, folding his arms over his chest. You were hoping for more of a response than that, but... well, no sense delaying the information any longer. "The man you're looking for... might be Dr. Henry McCoy. He's a biochemist and a biophysicist working with a group called the Marauders and keeping correspondence with a man going by 'X'." His face reacts to both 'the Marauders' and 'X', though much more to the former than the latter.
"You got any of this correspondence?"
"Unfortunately, no. It was admitted into evidence last year, after the incident in the subway. We could probably get it for you, but it wouldn't be much help; he took most of it with him, and only a few cryptic letters remained."
Logan grumbles as he stands, or... maybe that's a sound of acknowledgement? He growls a lot. "Trail went cold at an airstrip originally. Was hopin' for any other traces... that's how I found the subway, an' how I eventually found you two an' your friend," he seems like he considers saying more, then decides against it, nodding. "Thanks for the tip, kids. Sorry for spookin' ya."
"Well, he was a ball of sunishine," Gwen growls, herself.
"Mhm. Hopefully he'll remember us if he figures out how to find Dr. McCoy."
"Yeah, I somehow doubt that. He didn't ask for our numbers or anything."
"Oh, I'd be surprised if this is the last we see of him," Other Gwen muses.
OOC: I've got to get off to work so I kinda need to cut this a little shorter than intended. I'm really considering going to once-a-day updates, even though it's less efficient and means the story will pace slower. For the time being...
Where To Pick Up Next Update?
[ ] Sunday Socializing
[ ] Next Patrol
Number of voters: 9
Winner: Who are you?
Number of voters: 8
Winner: Do you have any idea who could've done this?
Number of voters: 6
"I think I know who you're scenting on us," you begin, "but I'd like to ask you a few questions first."
"Fine. But if you know somethin', make it quick. The trail's cold enough already."
"I've got a question," Gwen pipes up, "who the hell are you?"
He regards her for a moment, then sighs. "Call me Logan."
"Just 'Logan'? No last name?"
"Don't got one." He clams up again, much to Gwen's visible frustration.
"With all due respect, Logan, could you tell us just a little bit more about yourself? We're trying to establish some trust, here," you reason.
He grumbles, but begins talking again. "Did some work for the Canadian government back in the 70's that I can't talk about. Don't remember much before then. Went solo for a while. Joined up with my last outfit in the late 80's. Can't talk about that, either. Now we ain't a thing anymore, so now there's nothin' to talk about."
You sigh, but press on with a question of your own; "fine. Who do you think could be responsible for this assault?"
"Ehh... we made our fair share of enemies over the years, but none o' them are the hit-an'-run type. More the, do-it-in-front-of-ya-an'-brag-about-it type. S'pose if one of 'em decided to get serious, maybe... but it ain't likely. No reason for 'em to change their tactics like that so suddenly. But..." he stops talking, and returns to eating.
You wait a few moments, but you and Gwen are both becoming impatient at this point. "... but?"
"Scent's familiar... but I don't know why. Somethin' from... before? Maybe? Long time ago. Somethin' I forgot since, forgot what it was connected to... but I know it. Like the perfume of an old ex..."
"I'm gonna guess the guy this is connected to isn't quite as friendly and happy as an old ex," quips Gwen.
"You ain't met my ex," Logan insists, finishing his food. He reaches for his wallet and throws a few fifties down on the table. "You got info for me, or not?"
"Yes," you sigh, "but I'd really like to be kept in the loop on what you find. This man hurt people close to us, as well." Logan nods, folding his arms over his chest. You were hoping for more of a response than that, but... well, no sense delaying the information any longer. "The man you're looking for... might be Dr. Henry McCoy. He's a biochemist and a biophysicist working with a group called the Marauders and keeping correspondence with a man going by 'X'." His face reacts to both 'the Marauders' and 'X', though much more to the former than the latter.
"You got any of this correspondence?"
"Unfortunately, no. It was admitted into evidence last year, after the incident in the subway. We could probably get it for you, but it wouldn't be much help; he took most of it with him, and only a few cryptic letters remained."
Logan grumbles as he stands, or... maybe that's a sound of acknowledgement? He growls a lot. "Trail went cold at an airstrip originally. Was hopin' for any other traces... that's how I found the subway, an' how I eventually found you two an' your friend," he seems like he considers saying more, then decides against it, nodding. "Thanks for the tip, kids. Sorry for spookin' ya."
"Well, he was a ball of sunishine," Gwen growls, herself.
"Mhm. Hopefully he'll remember us if he figures out how to find Dr. McCoy."
"Yeah, I somehow doubt that. He didn't ask for our numbers or anything."
"Oh, I'd be surprised if this is the last we see of him," Other Gwen muses.
OOC: I've got to get off to work so I kinda need to cut this a little shorter than intended. I'm really considering going to once-a-day updates, even though it's less efficient and means the story will pace slower. For the time being...
Where To Pick Up Next Update?
[ ] Sunday Socializing
[ ] Next Patrol
- Location
- Everywhere, Anywhere, Nowhere.
[X] Next Patrol
Plot? Plot.
Plot? Plot.
Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Next Patrol
- Location
- California
[X] Next Patrol
[X] Sunday Socializing
We need to check in with Quentin so he doesn't get all emo.
We need to check in with Quentin so he doesn't get all emo.
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
[X] Sunday Socializing
005 - Those Who Watch G
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Winner: Sunday Socializing
Number of voters: 5
Your encounter with Logan didn't really put a damper on your day. Sure, you walked away with more questions than answers, but they're new questions that might be very helpful to explore the answers to in the future. Even if it had brought you down, Other Gwen is in rare form on the ride home, and you've all but forgotten about the serious dip in a wonderfully relaxing Saturday. It's late enough that bedtime is prudent, though you stay up a little bit texting with Peter and Felix before actually going to sleep. The next morning feels like an entirely new, free day ahead of you... because it is! It's been so long since you've had an actual free weekend... or at least it feels that way. When you emerge from your bedchamber, you're greeted by Elvin and his VR headset, almost exactly where you left him when you breezed through last night. Quentin is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching with mild interest.
"Already at it again, huh?" you ask, pouring yourself a cup of coffee from his special reserve.
"More like still," Quentin corrects, helping you get the cocoa and measure an appropriate portion.
"He does plan on going to sleep eventually right? He's not skipping classes or anything, is he?"
"Your high score decays when you don't play!" Elvin shouts, startling you. You didn't know he could still hear in that getup! "I'm tryna get platinum rank by the end of the month before the pre-season ends, 'cuz I'll get a boost when the first season starts! An' I get to pick a golden weapon!"
"Elvin, buddy," Quentin gently coos, "wouldn't it maybe be a better idea to get some sleep so your reflexes are fresh to preserve that high score?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too, but then I hit my second wind. I'm gonna ride this thing 'til the wheels fall off!"
He swings one of the controllers at the air in front of him with wild abandon, and you're suddenly glad your dorm isn't full of priceless Ming vases or fragile old women. You chuckle at his enthusiasm and take a sip of cocoa and coffee before turning your attentions to Quentin.
"How are you holding up? We haven't really had a chance to talk since..."
"I'm fine," he insists in a way that suggests he is not, in fact, fine. But he's trying to be. "I spent most of yesterday hanging out with Maggott. It was roughly one-sixteenth like old times."
You bump your shoulder into him. "You know I'm here for you if you wanna hang out."
"You're very much not, Ms. Super-Genius," he bumps his shoulder back, "but I appreciate the sentiment."
"I'm free today," you offer, "maybe we could... go get some lunch later."
"As much as I'd like to, I am also still up from last night. Fell into a hole on r/mutantconspiracy and didn't realize it was morning until I wandered out here and saw the fake window," he gestures to the gently glowing 'sun' with his cup.
"And yet... you're drinking coffee?"
"Would you believe me if I told you it was decaf?" You would not, and he knows it. "Whatever, it's good."
Speaking of mutant conspiracies, however... you catch eyes with Quentin and tape your temple. In a moment you feel that familiar buzz. "So... I'm not sure how to tell you this but we had a stalker."
"We had a stalker? The whole squad?"
"No, just you and me. And Gwen. Stacy."
"Well, I do have a certain roguish charm, but I wouldn't quite put myself in league with the two of you lovely ladies."
"That's not why he was stalking us. In fact, I didn't even know he was stalking all three of us until we tracked him down yesterday. He said he was tracking a scent that was on us... a scent that was present when the leader of his black ops-sounding group was killed. We think it may have been the scent of Dr. McCoy."
"Oh, shit." His eyebrows arch in the physical world, even though the comment was only made in the psychic one. "Wait, how could Dr. McCoy's scent persist on us over two months?"
"I don't know, I didn't get a chance to ask. He was... intimidating, but seemed willing to talk. He also reacted when I said the names 'The Marauders' and 'X'."
"Hm. Interesting. Y'know, it probably won't surprise you at all to find out I have heard stories about mutant-related secret operatives. I can look into that for you, when I'm a little less zonked. Maybe find some truth among all the fiction. Did you get a name?"
"Just his; Logan. And I think that might've been a fake or something. But... don't go asking questions. Try not to leave too much of a trail. I'm not sure he's a threat, but if us looking into him somehow caused trouble for him... I'm pretty sure he'd know who to blame, and he doesn't seem like the kind of guy I want on my bad side."
"Duly noted." Quentin finishes his coffee and deposits the mug in the sink, giving you a salute and disconnecting from your head.
You finish your cocoa and coffee, watching Rage slay invisible... wait, what is he slaying? Monsters? Other players? Robots? Well, whatever. He's swinging his fists around in different directions and looking around like a madman. You hope he's winning. The day is stretched out before you, and while you need to get to bed at a decent hour tonight to have enough time to work out with Gwen and take care of school stuff tomorrow you can definitely spend time with some friends, or even pursue other activities. Peter is busy; he said as much last night. Investigating something or another. He's never too specific about what it is he's doing, probably because he doesn't want to lead someone else into danger. You could always see if Felix wanted to do something, or check up on one of your other acquaintances. Maybe meet some new people? Are there popular hangout spots around here?
How to Spend a Sunday?
[ ] Check in on Felix.
[ ] Try to find Roxy.
- You generally have no idea where she is.
[ ] Hang out with Kitty and Robbie.
- You will be a third wheel.
[ ] Write-In
Number of voters: 5
Your encounter with Logan didn't really put a damper on your day. Sure, you walked away with more questions than answers, but they're new questions that might be very helpful to explore the answers to in the future. Even if it had brought you down, Other Gwen is in rare form on the ride home, and you've all but forgotten about the serious dip in a wonderfully relaxing Saturday. It's late enough that bedtime is prudent, though you stay up a little bit texting with Peter and Felix before actually going to sleep. The next morning feels like an entirely new, free day ahead of you... because it is! It's been so long since you've had an actual free weekend... or at least it feels that way. When you emerge from your bedchamber, you're greeted by Elvin and his VR headset, almost exactly where you left him when you breezed through last night. Quentin is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching with mild interest.
"Already at it again, huh?" you ask, pouring yourself a cup of coffee from his special reserve.
"More like still," Quentin corrects, helping you get the cocoa and measure an appropriate portion.
"He does plan on going to sleep eventually right? He's not skipping classes or anything, is he?"
"Your high score decays when you don't play!" Elvin shouts, startling you. You didn't know he could still hear in that getup! "I'm tryna get platinum rank by the end of the month before the pre-season ends, 'cuz I'll get a boost when the first season starts! An' I get to pick a golden weapon!"
"Elvin, buddy," Quentin gently coos, "wouldn't it maybe be a better idea to get some sleep so your reflexes are fresh to preserve that high score?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too, but then I hit my second wind. I'm gonna ride this thing 'til the wheels fall off!"
He swings one of the controllers at the air in front of him with wild abandon, and you're suddenly glad your dorm isn't full of priceless Ming vases or fragile old women. You chuckle at his enthusiasm and take a sip of cocoa and coffee before turning your attentions to Quentin.
"How are you holding up? We haven't really had a chance to talk since..."
"I'm fine," he insists in a way that suggests he is not, in fact, fine. But he's trying to be. "I spent most of yesterday hanging out with Maggott. It was roughly one-sixteenth like old times."
You bump your shoulder into him. "You know I'm here for you if you wanna hang out."
"You're very much not, Ms. Super-Genius," he bumps his shoulder back, "but I appreciate the sentiment."
"I'm free today," you offer, "maybe we could... go get some lunch later."
"As much as I'd like to, I am also still up from last night. Fell into a hole on r/mutantconspiracy and didn't realize it was morning until I wandered out here and saw the fake window," he gestures to the gently glowing 'sun' with his cup.
"And yet... you're drinking coffee?"
"Would you believe me if I told you it was decaf?" You would not, and he knows it. "Whatever, it's good."
Speaking of mutant conspiracies, however... you catch eyes with Quentin and tape your temple. In a moment you feel that familiar buzz. "So... I'm not sure how to tell you this but we had a stalker."
"We had a stalker? The whole squad?"
"No, just you and me. And Gwen. Stacy."
"Well, I do have a certain roguish charm, but I wouldn't quite put myself in league with the two of you lovely ladies."
"That's not why he was stalking us. In fact, I didn't even know he was stalking all three of us until we tracked him down yesterday. He said he was tracking a scent that was on us... a scent that was present when the leader of his black ops-sounding group was killed. We think it may have been the scent of Dr. McCoy."
"Oh, shit." His eyebrows arch in the physical world, even though the comment was only made in the psychic one. "Wait, how could Dr. McCoy's scent persist on us over two months?"
"I don't know, I didn't get a chance to ask. He was... intimidating, but seemed willing to talk. He also reacted when I said the names 'The Marauders' and 'X'."
"Hm. Interesting. Y'know, it probably won't surprise you at all to find out I have heard stories about mutant-related secret operatives. I can look into that for you, when I'm a little less zonked. Maybe find some truth among all the fiction. Did you get a name?"
"Just his; Logan. And I think that might've been a fake or something. But... don't go asking questions. Try not to leave too much of a trail. I'm not sure he's a threat, but if us looking into him somehow caused trouble for him... I'm pretty sure he'd know who to blame, and he doesn't seem like the kind of guy I want on my bad side."
"Duly noted." Quentin finishes his coffee and deposits the mug in the sink, giving you a salute and disconnecting from your head.
You finish your cocoa and coffee, watching Rage slay invisible... wait, what is he slaying? Monsters? Other players? Robots? Well, whatever. He's swinging his fists around in different directions and looking around like a madman. You hope he's winning. The day is stretched out before you, and while you need to get to bed at a decent hour tonight to have enough time to work out with Gwen and take care of school stuff tomorrow you can definitely spend time with some friends, or even pursue other activities. Peter is busy; he said as much last night. Investigating something or another. He's never too specific about what it is he's doing, probably because he doesn't want to lead someone else into danger. You could always see if Felix wanted to do something, or check up on one of your other acquaintances. Maybe meet some new people? Are there popular hangout spots around here?
How to Spend a Sunday?
[ ] Check in on Felix.
[ ] Try to find Roxy.
- You generally have no idea where she is.
[ ] Hang out with Kitty and Robbie.
- You will be a third wheel.
[ ] Write-In
- Location
- The internet
So... question for the thread:
At what point should we do something about Rage and Murderworld? We don't really have solid IC reasoning as of yet, but when could we bring it up without sounding distinctly like an after school special?
also
Edit:
[X] Check in on Herman.
[] Check in on Felix.
At what point should we do something about Rage and Murderworld? We don't really have solid IC reasoning as of yet, but when could we bring it up without sounding distinctly like an after school special?
also
Edit:
[X] Check in on Herman.
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- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Check in on Felix.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Check in on Herman
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
[X] Check in on Felix.
As someone clueless about what that is, but a gamer irl, we have excuse to bother him about it if he doesn't stop by tonight. Best way to do so is with food that smells great since that's harder to ignore.
Edit: We can also invite him somewhere to keep him offline, and get an excuse to notice problems IC.
As someone clueless about what that is, but a gamer irl, we have excuse to bother him about it if he doesn't stop by tonight. Best way to do so is with food that smells great since that's harder to ignore.
Edit: We can also invite him somewhere to keep him offline, and get an excuse to notice problems IC.
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- Location
- Maybe?
Remember, kids: Murder is bad!
Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Check in on Herman.
[X] Check in on Felix.
Herman is tempting, but I generally trust Stark to take care of things there, and Quentin is apparently about to crash, so I suppose he'll have to wait.
Herman is tempting, but I generally trust Stark to take care of things there, and Quentin is apparently about to crash, so I suppose he'll have to wait.
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