The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
(Continued from FP Finale... when I get it posted.)
( Mad World, Gary Jules – cover of Tears For Fears) --
Everyone he had ever loved, was all together again in oblivion. It doesn't matter that the world is falling to pieces, the sense of togetherness and the sense of love surrounded him. He was content with the afterlife and with sharing memories with his loved ones. The memories were so much more vivid here, each color a thousand times brighter than they had been in life. The love, too, felt a thousand times stronger than ever before, intensified by the presence of everyone he had ever loved and lost.
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Brightness seared his eyes through his eyelids. There was no sunlight in the afterlife, no darkness, and no eyes to see either one for that matter. Warm sunshine on his face meant that it had all been a dream.
Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere.
It wasn't real, and he had lost each of his family members all over again. The pain of their deaths hit him anew. He had been so close to eternity with them and he had lost it, just by waking up. Tears filled his eyes before he had even opened them for the first time that day.
Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression.
Death was the unknown. Life was all too familiar. He had longed for death in the dream, and it had finally come. Death had been so peaceful and it had been so sweet to be surrounded by his loved ones. If death were really like that, there would be nothing to fear from dying. There was no guarantee, though, that there was anything after life. It was possible that his dearly departed family members and friends from across the millenia may no longer exist anywhere other than in his own fading memories and after he followed them into death it would be as if none of them had ever existed in the first place. It wouldn't matter once he was gone, but now when he was so full of the hope of seeing them all again after death, the thought of nonexistence was painful. He pulled his pillow over his face and let it absorb his silent tears.
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
It had been such a strange dream. It had been so realistic that he could have sworn it had been real. Parts of it had been terrifying. He would never wish for any of it to be real, except the ending. He longed to go back to that ending and to never wake up again. Perhaps he could fall asleep again and they would be there again, the dream family that was even more real than his memories of them.
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
He had finally left this world behind, only to be yanked back again whether he wanted to be or not. This world where every small difference from biology to ideology made someone an enemy. This world where everything is a weapon, from a city leveling bomb to a microscopic germ. This world where no one ever, ever seemed to learn from the past. They just kept repeating the same mistakes over and over again.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very Mad world.
Everything was preternaturally quiet and serene. It was a berautiful, sunny day in New York, which brought its own special charm, but today something seemed completely perfect. Garrett scratched at the itchy skin of his newly forming eyebrows, revolting from the breaks in otherwise perfectly smooth skin. The sensation inside him was terribly calming, as if a great event had just passed and his mind was still swimming in its wake. Sounds seemed scarce and sporadic. It was idyllic perfection.
Garrett had chosen to walk rather than have a driver or get a cab. He was in absolutely no rush. His insides were frenetic, nerves and mental impulses vibrating in such a raucous wobble, as if this great wake-maker had them reeling in its force. He looked ahead to meeting with Sebastian. The two of them had talked of living together and opening a clinic out on their own, serving mutants and humans alike. The idea had been revolting to Garrett at first, but Sebastian had a way with words.
So now they were to have a look at the future home of the Iris Clinic, dedicated to their good friend who had all but vanished. There was a spacious apartment on the second floor of the building which could also easily house the pair. He enjoyed Sebastian's tales and together, they were able to heal almost anything. It would be a profitable venture throughout. Garrett's mind began to wander as he neared the property in question. His mind returned to the visions of red death he had experienced the night before. Seeing the proper old man out in front of the building, he gave him a wave and approached the venerable sage.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 8, 2009 14:46:12 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian had arrived at the future site of the clinic before Seizure had gotten there. They were meeting today to figure out what kinds of repairs would need to be made before they signed the final contract. Today he had chosen a mature adult form. He was respectably dressed, as usual, and was sporting a trimmed white goatee and ponytail. Smile lines betrayed his natural good nature at the corners of his eyes, even though he wasn't smiling at the moment. He was leaning against the building and watching passersby. Every few moments his tail twitched thoughtfully.
He was looking forward to opening the clinic for business. Working for the Sanctuary had been alright, but it had been a rare circumstance when anyone had actually needed his services. There had been perhaps three emergency instances in the last year and the rest of the time he had been twiddling his thumbs. He would of course let all the Sanctuary residents know that his services were still available if they were needed. His clinic would be open to anyone, and he would keep the pager just in case.
Though he knew that he should be thinking about the clinic and all the arrangements that still needed to made before it could be opened for business, the healer couldn't keep from dwelling on his strange dream. The most striking part of the dream, at least right away when he had woken up, had been the ending. He couldn't shake the glum feeling it had given him, that reminder that the next world was still a mystery and would always remain so until he was able to travel there himself, assuming that there was any travel involved and a soul didn't perish with its body.
Aside from that most tangible aspect, there were other parts of the dream that were rather perturbing as well. It was as if the dream was not really a dream, but rather something quite a bit more momentous than that. It almost seemed like a warning, but about what the unicorn shifter was unsure.
It had been a dream about the future, which was in itself strange for a man who nearly always dreamed about the past. In the dream the world had drastically changed from the way it was currently. Some small event had changed it, but Sebastian couldn't pick out where in all the events of the dream the turning point had been. Already the dream was fading and the events in it were getting hazy.
Caught up in his own thoughts, Sebastian was frowning when Garrett arrived. For a brief instant, he didn't recognize. Then the formerly bald man waved and the unicorn shifter realized why he hadn't recognized him instantly.
“Good morning,” he smiled. “You are growing your hair out I see.”
Garrett couldn't help but grin widely at the immediate recognition of the change. Sebastian was prompt, but it was alright. Nothing to sweat over being a little late. " A good morning, yes. It's quite amazing actually. I had an amazing dream last night, one full of portent. It's hard to remember much about it. Anyway, I wake up and my hair is growing. My own nervous system has acted like permanent electrolysis for years now, so I am very thankful to have hair again. Nose hair and eyelashes alone should make dry days a bit more tolerable." Keeping eye drops and wipes handy for years had become such a normal thing that he had them on his person even as he spoke.
Looking up at the building in question, it seemed to be a bit weathered, but it wasn't like either of them could afford new construction. He imagined that between the two of them and the funds that they could summon all would work out in the end. The realtor hadn't shown up yet, and frankly, Garrett had no desire to listen to a chummy guy tell them the square footage. He and Sebastian were reasonable adults, after all. " Keep an eye out, will ya?"
Seizure went through the small alley between their prospective building and the one next door. No windows open on the neighboring building, which was good. He pushed a dumpster up under the fire escape, crawled up on top of the greasy container, and pulled the ladder down enough to get up. Next came the unlocked window he knew he would find. He slipped through and tried not to linger in the living space too long, though he did have the advance knwoledge to claim the right bedroom. Auspicious.
A few moments later, he was in the clinic space and then at the front door. A flip of the deadbolt and he opened the door from within, motioning to Sebastian to enter." Let's get in here before the realtor shows and we can have our own look around." Grey eyes scanned the sidewalk, his former questionable past coming to life.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2009 0:01:15 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Nose hair and eyelashes. Sebastian appreciated his, now that Garrett mentioned it. They were rather useful things that so many people took for granted.
“It must have been a good night for portents. I had a strange dream as well.”
Sebastian knew that the many of the individuals who lived at the Sanctuary had somewhat shady pasts. And presents and futures for that matter. In a world that was not very friendly toward mutants, many of them had found ways to help themselves survive that were perhaps not quite legal. It still surprised him somewhat that Garrett was one of the ones that could easily figure out how to break into the upper floors of an apartment building. It didn't bother him, just surprised him a little. Though, the Sanctuary did house the organization that had released a virus they intended to kill humans. Nothing about the Sanctuary residents should be able to surprise him. Except, that had been in the dream. It hadn't been real. Sebastian shook his head at himself, he had to get that silly dream out of his head; it hadn't been real.
A few moments after Garrett had disappeared around the side of the building, Sebastian heard him unbolt the lock from the opposite side. It was sometimes useful to have friends who knew their way around fire escapes and dumpsters. For one thing, it would help them avoid a realtor judging them by their looks. Sebastian wouldn't put it past people to refuse to sell to someone because they had a tail. It had happened in the past.
“Ah, thank you.”
Sebastian stepped inside and made sure the door was closed and locked behind him. If the realtor ever decided to show up for their appointment, he or she would most likely think that they had stood him up. If they decided to buy the place, they could always call and apologize; money changing hands would likely sooth any injured pride as well.
“What was your dream about, that it could cause your hair to grow again?” The healer hadn't heard of that particular phenomenon before, and it made him curious. As he listened, he looked around from room to room sizing up each one.
At first glance the place seemed a little beat up. It was spacious though, and with a few modifications it would suit their needs quite nicely. This could be a waiting room, that an examination room, and a surgery room down the hall. The front desk could go there. In his mind he could see it all cleaned up and covered in fresh paint. He liked what he saw.
“I think this will work, once we do a few small repairs and get it cleaned up. Let's check upstairs as well.”
Sebastian found the stairway tucked into a small hallway in the back that also had an access to the alleyway behind the building. It was set up so that residents who lived there could go in the back door and up the stairs even if the clinic was all locked up for the night. If they rented some of the extra rooms, that would be a very handy feature.
The deadbolt turned and clicked as Sebastian made his way inside. The two of them began looking the place over. It had great potential, but would definitely need a little TLC to become what they wanted it to be. Sebastian had mentioned dreams as well, and now that Garrett wasn't so worried about the breaking and entering, he could see the stern look of serious thought on the man's face, where normally serenity remained.
“What was your dream about, that it could cause your hair to grow again?” It seemed like an obvious question with an obvious answer. Only...the memory of it all seemed very vague for the most part." It's very strange. It seemed like it was very important earlier, but now it seems to be intermixed with my own memories. I can remember some things, like my residency at the hospital and being overseas somewhere, working in an isolated region. It was very cold there." Logic came swinging down on him like a pendulum.
" Wait, how could I have gone to med school and done my internship and eventual resideency at Cedars..and gone overseas? I still feel nineteen. Strange..very strange. I do remember something important though. Haywire must never see the light of day. Its toll was ominous and ran deep in the dream. I can't remember why, though." Garrett rubbed his temples, a high pitched ringing coming into his ears from nowhere. He took a seat on one of the windowsills, checking his pulse against his watch.
“I think this will work, once we do a few small repairs and get it cleaned up. Let's check upstairs as well.” It sounded either like Sebastian had a mouthful of cotton or Garrett was in another room. He was suffering from some sort of anxiety, but was the origin physical, mental, or psychosomatic? His eyes closed and his hands clasped together, his index fingers pointing toward the ceiling. He focused the nerves in his body and then relaxed them, much like one would tense a muscle. It seemed to help as the scenery seemed to clear up a good bit.
" Yes, upstairs. I think it will all work out nicely. I'm sorry for my seeming distraction. I don't understand how it is that I am a doctor. This is all very bizarre, my friend." He stood and braced himself against the wall, regaining his composure before they ascended the stairway.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 11, 2009 23:20:52 GMT -6
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Sebastian listened carefully as Garrett explained what he remembered of his dream. Like his own dreams, like most dreams actually, Garrett's had faded quickly from his memory leaving mostly vague impressions. One thing had stood out: Haywire.
Why did that name seem so familiar to him when he'd never heard of it before now?
“My own dream was similar. It seemed to last such a long time that some of the memories from the dream seem more like memories from waking life, except they never happened. I dreamed of a terrible virus that caused terrible destruction across the entire world and eventually brought on war. For some reason in the dream I thought that the Sanctuary had released the disease.”
Sebastian paused before ascending the stair case, Garrett seemed as though he had suddenly gotten a headache or had gotten dizzy. “Are you alright? Perhaps we should wait before exploring the upstairs. Do you need to sit down or anything?”
As he spoke, his mind continued to turn over the similarities between their two strange dreams. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. The disease from his own dream. Haywire from Garrett's dream. The pandemic that had brought such destruction to the world. They all seemed to be the same thing, but he couldn't be sure. He couldn't remember which things he knew about the mysterious Haywire were facts and which were dream fragments. The dream faded quickly from his memory, and the memories it left were difficult to distinguish from reality.
So, it seemed that Sebastian had experienced a similar dream. So similar that it seemed very important all of a sudden to the young Taoist. Coincidence was the fairy tale in his world. Every time he had randomly met someone or a set of events had unfolded around him, it was for the best. Even when it seemed it was the worst.....a terrible virus that caused terrible destruction across the entire world and eventually brought on war.......That indeed seemed to make quite a bit of sense to Garrett, though he couldn't put a positive finger on why. It seemed important and urgent enough to remember.
He waved a friendly but dismissive hand toward his concerned companion. " No, no. I will be fine, let's push on." The two of them ascended the stairway and found themselves at a door which had already been opened from the inside by Garrett's earlier invasion. The neural manipulator found himself only scanning the area around him, his mind working away at the strange holes in his memory. Sebastian's question was direct and to the point.
"Let me really think on this a moment." He paced back and forth, his eyes closed and his mind lulling into the stream of Tao."Yes, it did have something to do with the Sanctuary." His memory was clear on this point. The Order had moved on from Project Vulcan to a new and more insidious operation. Sebastian didn't need to know about that tidbit though. No time for spinning like the present, thought the spin doctor of the Order.
" I believe , at this point, the strains of what would become the virus would be at King Pharmaceuticals. I can make some phone calls once we are finished and see if we can't get down there and dismantle the project." His focus returned to the ample living space before the two of them. " This should all work very nicely. I know you are a man of means, but if you need any help with the sale or with funding for the clinic, I am sure I can arrange it."
Garrett stepped to the window and looked out at what might very well end up being his view every morning. He liked it. He liked being close enough to work at the Sanctuary without actually having to be there all the time. A twinge of curiosity furrowed the slowly forming eyebrows of the man before Sebastian." What about you? What do you remember? Maybe something might jog my memory."
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 17, 2009 21:05:54 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Upstairs was a little hallway with four doors in it, leading to four apartments. The largest had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen and would be perfect for two bachelors to share. The three other apartments were smaller, but they could rent them out to help earn a little extra money to help run the clinic. It shouldn't be too hard to find tenants, Sebastian figured, because many apartment buildings refused to rent to mutants and made it difficult for people with obvious mutations to find housing.
Sebastian answered Garrett's question about money quickly and easily, “There is no need to worry about finances. I have quite a large collection of antiques and old paintings gathering dust overseas. Without much trouble I can arrange for a few of them to be sold and it will cover the entire start up cost for the clinic.”
As for the other question, it took a little more time to try and delve through his memories of the dream that was so rapidly fading to find any more details on the subject.
“They made it contagious. It didn't start that way, but pretty soon it became that way. It spread like a cold, through coughing and sneezing, but the symptoms were much more severe than a cold. Among mutants it caused abilities to become amplified and uncontrollable. At times it seemed to even affect the brain, so that the mutants who caught it seemed to have no idea what kind of damage they were causing or who they hurt with their extra powerful abilities. There was also a very high mortality rate among humans. It was like the plague.”
Sebastian trailed off as the memory of the dream reminded him of another plague he had lived through. The memories of the two were horrifyingly similar. Mass quarantines, people fleeing cities and bringing the plague with them to their country refuges, clinics that had to turn people away because their beds were all full, famines and food shortages, and bodies lying in the streets were only a few of the horrors of a plague. The unicorn shifter shuddered.
“Are you so sure that they will allow us to just walk in and destroy their project? Perhaps it would be best if we could destroy it without alerting the sponsors of the project to our activities.”
The space seemed to be fitting. It would be a good thing to have so many of his kind around him while fostering the image of the good doctor. Everything was coming together well and Garrett felt good about the process. It was definitely a welcome distraction to the anxiety and strain that this dream had caused him. As he had suspected, Sebastian had the necessary means to get the clinic started up. This served two purposes. It freed Garrett up to get funding from KP and it also made the sale of the building legitimate, with little to no ties to the Sanctuary or the Order.
He listened as the older man explained the symptoms. Visions of charts with these symptoms danced through Garrett's head. It all seemed so familiar and real. Plague. Millions dead, millions more dying from the eventual wars. Regardless of the ratio that Haywire could fix between mutants and humans, the eventual total loss was much more burden to bear than the initial success could ever be. Anyone with half a brain could see that this stuff was too powerful for the minds of men, regardless of their genetic status. Not to mention the potential backlash, if humans had been having these dreams as well. Perhaps it was only the two men there. That was a nice fantasy.
“Are you so sure that they will allow us to just walk in and destroy their project? Perhaps it would be best if we could destroy it without alerting the sponsors of the project to our activities.” It was becoming apparent to Garrett that Sebastian had no idea about the doctor's new position at the Sanctuary nor the changes that had been made. Nonetheless, this could serve a great purpose. It would make their partnerships, both professional and personal, much easier to navigate. " I can't imagine it being all that difficult. I have clearance to the labs and just a slight rank pull and security could be easily rerouted. Let's head over there. I can call them to let them know we are coming and you can call the Realtor. This is definitely home for us."
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 19, 2009 23:12:14 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
>>>" I can't imagine it being all that difficult. I have clearance to the labs and just a slight rank pull and security could be easily rerouted. Let's head over there. I can call them to let them know we are coming and you can call the Realtor. This is definitely home for us."
Sebastian knew Garrett was on staff at the Sanctuary. He did not know exactly what his job entailed. The information hadn't been offered up, and Sebastian hadn't asked. Apparently, whatever it was, it gave him clearance to access the laboratories at the pharmaceutical company. Sebastian was the Sanctuary's healer and didn't even have that access. Not that he had ever really needed it or even known it existed before now.
Garrett seemed so confident that they could just walk right in without trouble. Sebastian was a little more worried about walking out again. If there were really people at the Sanctuary who thought it was a good idea to release a deadly virus upon the world, in all likelihood they wouldn't be shy about punishing a couple of their employees who decided independently that it wasn't such a good idea.
At least they agreed that the premises for the clinic and apartment were perfect.
“I'll have to use the telephone booth down the block. I don't have one of the portable ones.” Or whatever those little tiny flip open things were called. They seemed really popular. “I'll go do that and be back in five minutes.”
Just in case the realtor had decided to appear at the front door, Sebastian decided to follow Garrett's example and use the side exit also known as the fire escape. Sebastian noticed that there was a man in a brown coat standing in front of the door. He hadn't ever met the realtor, but this scrawny, moustached, official looking man looked suspiciously like he was waiting for someone.
Sebastian didn't acknowledge the man as he walked past him, he simply slid into the phone booth across the street and put a quarter in the slot. And then another two quarters. Prices on these things had gotten rather outrageous. At least they still worked in much the same way he remembered, though the length of the string of numbers was rather long. He dialed first the realtor's phone number, which he had written on a scrap of paper in his pocket.
Across the street, the man in the brown coat jerked in surprise and reached for something in his pocket, one of the little portable telephones apparently. Sebastian told him that the meeting that was unnecessary and they had decided to buy the place even without an official tour. He was very sorry to have wasted the man's time. Garrett would be stopping into the office to sign the official paperwork on such and such a date. Down payments and full payments were promised on two other days. Etcetera etcetera. The phone call took only two minutes and the moustached man was on his way again with a little bounce in his step.
Seventy-five cents and another two minutes later Sebastian emerged from the glass and metal enclosure. Slate now knew the plan and Sebastian had a safety net in place, just in case things got ugly at the pharmacy. Speaking of safety nets, he managed to use Garrett's method of entering the building without needing one. They were going to have to remember to move the garbage bin back where it belonged before they left.
The stream of destiny flowed strong, its tide rising. A quick cab ride over to King Pharmaceuticals ensued and the two entered into its pristine lobby. Fortunately, all of these legal changes that Garrett had presented weeks earlier in the War Room among the Council had been finalized.There wouldn't be so much of an ID check for him. Sebastian would have this elite status as well. Garrett saw to that as he signed in at the front desk. No reason for guns, violence, even a slight shove. The yes men were paid to assent for a reason and now would be the ultimate display of it. Silly humans.
The elevator ride was charming as 'The Girl from Ipanema' played quietly in its Muzak altered state. As they entered the lab complex, they waited as the guard signed them in and fetched the relevant daily key cards for the area where the DNA was kept. Then he decided to demote himself. Typical of humans and their complexes. "Sir, may I ask why you are entering the Vulcan labs?" Seizure blinked and chewed on his lower lip. Had he really uttered those words? " No, you may not. Carry on." The older man made a face of disgruntled face, maybe a sneer?
" Excuse me, but I believe I have a right to ask, Mr. Wills. I am security, after all." What an impressive display of courage. Seizure reached for the phone on the man's desk and turned it, dialing security. " It's Dr. Wills. And you were security. I suspect you are a family man, so you can work in the garage now." Another guard came and took the previous guard's ID and paraphernalia, relieving him at his post. Garrett looked at the new man. " Any questions?" A shake of the head proved that the replacement was of the 'silence is golden' school. He would last.
After a few card swipes, the two found themselves in the lab in question. Garrett was already putting cold gloves on in order to retrieve the frozen sample. A few keystrokes and the sample would be theirs. The locker hissed open as the subzero air met that of the room. Garrett looked into the empty space with a bit of confusion. " Hmm, seems we have hit a small snag. The sample has appeared to have been moved. I'll have to have a chat with security."
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 22, 2009 11:58:31 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Their entrance into the laboratories of King Pharmaceuticals went just as smoothly as Garrett had predicted it would. Ninety five percent of the time if you acted like you were supposed to be there, no one asked you any questions. The other five percent of the time, at least in Garrett's case, you could demote the person asking the questions. Sebastian had clearly underestimated how much influence Garrett had in the Sanctuary and their affiliated pharmacy.
Since Garrett seemed to know his way around and seemed to be able to enter whatever restricted areas he liked without so much as an explanation, Sebastian just followed along quietly. He could see why the samples that would become the Haywire Virus were not located at the Sanctuary. The golden doored homeless shelter had very little in the way of security, aside from the intimidation factor of housing many powerful mutants who wouldn't appreciate their belongings being stolen. This building, however, had security staff, visitor badges, key carded locks, and who knew what else protecting their secrets.
Garrett's intimate knowledge of the facility lead them all the way to the freezer where the samples were kept, but when the door opened even he seemed surprised to find what was inside. Nothing was in the freezer at all. Either it had been recently moved or...
“You don't suppose that someone is working on it right now?” If it was a current project, chances were that they had at least one and perhaps a team of scientists working to develop the sample into the contagious virus it had become in the dream.
“Where would they take it if they were currently developing it?”
Sebastian frowned as he looked around the room for any clues as to where the samples could have been moved. Hopefully they weren't too late. If the samples had already been developed into something that could pass from person to person, they could very well be preparing to release it into the population. The dream hadn't been specific as to exactly when the virus had started being spread, or if it had, he certainly couldn't remember those specifics.
The empty cold storage drawer had really thrown Garrett for a loop. He had genuinely expected to find the samples lying in wait for him, like some pirate's stowed treasure cache. While it was fanciful to entertain the idea that somehow only he and Sebastian had shared this dream of dark portent, it was highly unlikely. If Syn or the others had the dream, they would have seen some kind of force against the company coming. " This doesn't bode well. If the two of us have had the dream, others may have as well."
There was nothing but clarity in Garrett's mind. Normally he would be a mess, wrought with indecision and guilt. The millions of mutants that could die in a backlash was hardly worth any human casualties. Haywire was just too volatile a solution to the human problem.“You don't suppose that someone is working on it right now? Where would they take it if they were currently developing it?” Garrett thought on this for a moment before answering. " This is where they would be working on it normally, which is why I believe we may have some problems. I suspect that my security clearance may expire before long, so let's see what we can do."
First things first. His computer clearance would be the first thing to go. He accessed the Vulcan program. All of the data was intact for the most part. He had to believe there were no copies or he would have to burn the server room. That wouldn't go very well, more than likely. He began the process of deletion, beginning with the freshest data first. This would put the research back far enough to have time for its dismantling. It wouldn't do much good if the virus was already viable, but it was best to remain positive.
Looking over his shoulder as he worked, he tossed his key card over to Sebastian. Try looking in the next few rooms. If possible, you may want to find trash cans and other obstacles to prop the doors open. Once I am done deleting the program data, I doubt that card will work anymore. If anyone tries to stop you, send them to me. This room is called Vulcan Labs, just so you know where we are at the moment. I hate to send you blind, but I fear the clock may be ticking and not in our favor."
The scarey fact of the matter was that many had had what seemed to be a very realistic dream about the future. Haywire had been unleashed and just as Syn had hoped it leveled the playing field, and gave mutants a chance to surpass the weak humans. Though her own version of the dream might not have been as drawn out or as elaborate as many others it still gave her a look at how things could turn out.
Now back to the reality of things Syn knew full well that there was a hightened risk of someone wanting to get rid of the Haywire virus. So, in a premeptive move the Red Queen had already placed herself in KP and had removed the pure strain DNA. It was now safely on her person, and who would dare to search the Commander of the Order? As for the virus itself; a truck with Waste Management markings had already departed. With KP being her new place of business Syn oversaw everything and had full overide authority. Even over her own family.
A notification on Syn's computer screen announced the arrival of Seizure. Her initial thought was that he might be here to protect Haywire as well. It wasn't too long ago that the male had sat down and discussed potential projects with Syn leading to the beginning of the Vulcan Project. However, thought it best to wait to see what her underling might be doing.
Her patience was rewarded as Seizure flexed his authority over one of the security gaurds by having him replaced. Syn followed along using the cameras placed throught the building. To her surprise he wasn't alone. Sebastian was accompanying Seizure but by his actions Syn coudl tell he was more or less following instructions from Seizure. Things got more interesting as the Red Bishop moved in a rather impatient pace, and ended up in the Vulcan labs where he accessed the deep freeze where the original Haywire DNA was supposed to be. Frantically he dispatched Sebastian to the near by offices and rooms. This was when Syn locked out Seizure's clearances throught KP. "Time to see these busy little bees."
Just before Syn could leave her attention was nabbed by one of KP's security cameras placed outside the building. A large gathering was forming. Seeing Isabel and Aura present reassured Syn that they would do their best to defend the buidling, but a little extra help couldn't hurt. Now was when Syn did something no one would ever expect from the wicked girl. She contacted the Mayor directly and informed him of the situation and how she wanted it handled. Remembering the last vist the Mayor had from three of the Order ladies his best option was to comply.
Next Syn ordered the KP security forces to do a number of tasks. First, call the police and inform them that there are mutants trespassing on private property and they are being threatening. Second, they would place themselves between the Order members, and those standing with them, and try to talk to opposing mutants to leave. Thirdly, they were not to use any form of deadly force as any attacks on them would only serve to come back on the assailants later on. With all that done Syn moved to confront Seizure and Sebastian.
Knowing how to get to places sure helps when you want to get somewhere specific quickly. Syn wasted little time in getting down to the Vulcan Labs. The first person she saw was Sebastian. "Looking for something?"
