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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
”He’d be stupid not to.” He muttered for Celeste’s ears only. And besides, the more he observed Devon and the way the guy was acting, the more he was sure.
That was clearly some kind of shock.
"I'm glad we found Celestina's emergency contact. So convenient to have someone to look out for her and not leave her on her own in this sort of situation."
He was fluent in sarcasm and over-emphasis, but Donnie was a champ. Despite the fact that the other man, Devon, had clearly said the opposite, AJ’s partner caught on right away. It probably helped that they were both medical professionals and that they spent an inordinate amount of time together. Also, that was clearly some kind of shock. Whatever mutant whammy that unconscious chick had cooked up had been a doozy to wreck this many people.
“Right this way Mr. --” He cast about for help, but AJ wasn’t giving any. It was funnier to see him flounder in a non-serious situation. “Mister Emergency Contact. Let me just check your pupillary response at the back of the truck, okay?”
AJ wrenched the gurney up quietly while he watched the other guys. He could roll it on his own, no big deal. The barrier of cars might prove a bit difficult, but maybe by then Donnie would have convinced Devon and he’d be back.
"Don’t worry. We won’t leave you alone.” Not if he’d already been so thoroughly exposed to her radiation. It made the most sense to contain him along with her as far as quarantine went. At least until she could get her sparkles under control, there was no sense in irradiating others.
"Anybody ever tell you that you’d make a decent vampire?” All those sparkles would have made a more convincing Halloween costume.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Nov 6, 2017 21:48:24 GMT -6
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Nobody told him in school that you only end up doing cpr on people who are already dead. He'd had three people code in transit tonight. Three. They didn't even have one emergency per evening on a usual night, though they always had transfers and shuttles even though (or maybe especially because) his was the night shift. Three emergencies meant he'd been ratcheted up. Three codes meant he'd been wound tight. Three losses made it all seem a bit pointless.
AJ slammed the passenger side door of N-2 after he'd gathered his gear and finished his paperwork, made a grumpy excuse to the next shift, and squinted against the rising sun.
The sun coming up was supposed to be hope and all that crap. It didn't help until he realized that the sun cresting the skyscraper horizon meant that coffee shops and doughnuts were in full swing and peddling fresh caffeine. He didn't feel like sleeping. He was too wound up. He felt like slowing down and taking a moment to breathe was a wise course of action. Maybe the healthiest, too.
It was no Tim Horton's, but for today it had to do.
With more sugar than was healthy, AJ took a tentative seat on a bench next to a mum who was nursing her own coffee. Two bags of Timbits doughnut holes was two more than he needed, but he'd had a coupon in his email and apparently he could not resist a deal.
What the **** was he going to do with all this sugar? AJ slumped in his seat and just kept slumping until his occipital bone rested against the back of the bench. Bad posture, he'd have to pay for later. His coffee was his heater and shield. The sky was safe to look at. Couldn't be accused of being a pervert if he kept his eyes on the sky. He just wanted to be able to hear the vital sounds of life: kids playing, cars on the street. Normal stuff.
"You look like you could use some Timbits." AJ motioned absently to one of the bags hoping to pawn some off on the mum. Kids loved 'em, right? Maybe he'd give both bags away.
Alright, alright. They were actually getting some good information here.
"The blonde girl is a jumping kind of mutant. Got it. What about Gawain? He must be the other guy on the ceiling." He was just about the only one left.
> "Tried to stop it..."
"It's okay. You did good, Celestina. Hold on just like you are. You don't have to do anything."
Of course, she didn't listen when she heard her friend's voice. And it was clear they were friends or at least relieved to see each other. He didn't mind the guy now that he was being calm and controlled, but he must not have heard his request for help with finding the purse. Bother. And the wound was deep in Celestina's abdomen. It was weeping now so he could probably step away for a moment, but he didn't trust it not to start gushing again.
He would go fast while they talked.
She said she'd been hit by a car. Or she hit the car. That was good to know.
"Don't move, Celestina. I'll be as fast as I can." He popped up to his feet and dashed over to where he thought she was talking about. Not on top, not beside. He ducked and checked beneath. Bingo. He was back in time to see a trickle of sparkle when Celestina try to move to see Devon better.
He gently insisted she not and went back for some pressure on the wound while he dug around. There were some of the normal things, chapstick and a phone, but the laminated paper with information was certainly unique.
> “Celeste, what’s your ability?”
"Says here her power is releasing radiation. And sparkles from her are bad." So he was probably getting everything cancer now. He'd walked right toward the ghostly freckled light without a second thought. And put his hands right back over the wound that had been oozing a few sparklies moments before. It never occurred to him that he was wading into radiation. Ugh. He would have to go get checked.
At least there were no sparkles now. Maybe he was holding them in?
At long last, Donnie showed up with the gurney.
"Other girl is passed out like most everybody else. Slapped a bandaid on her and passed her over to the firefighter EMTs. You ready to go?" Donnie eyed the kneeling man Devon, but decided he wasn't their priority considering he wasn't all that banged up. He lowered the gurney and after a bit of warning, together he and AJ loaded Celestina onto the wheeled bed. Donnie did the strapping and AJ kept his hands in place. He wasn't about to let another sparkle escape.
"Devon, I don't suppose you're listed as an emergency contact?" The guy seemed... lost. AJ figured he'd been here and they could get away with bringing him along since he had the whole story. If he wanted to, that was.
Celestina. Celestina. Celestina. Like a pretty little star ballerina. AJ ran through a rhyme-y mnemonic to help him remember his patient's name. It didn't really mean anything, though the girl was pretty in a tragic puppy-got-kicked kind of way, it was just his favored memorization technique when out on the field.
"Heh. Yeah. The beard's pretty rad too." He just hadn't been able to bring himself to shave it so he went for the next best thing: shaping. It was less of a hazard to walk around New York with good grooming than it was to walk around with a Dastar turban. He left himself little concessions like the beard, but mostly he'd walked away from being a devout sikh when he walked away from home.
AJ leaned in close to hear Celestina, star ballerina, and constantly monitored for change as he did.
> "No... Just release. In t-the garage. Gaw-ain, De-von... Are they o-okay?"
"Don't worry about anyone else, so far everyone we've found has been stable. Unconscious, but stable. Although, there's some people stuck to the roof. Got any ideas?" It was best to keep her engaged and talking if possible, even if it was nonsense. Gawain and Devon were names he filed away in case they needed them later. Gawain, the pain. Devon, second heaven. Because he'd been the second name mentioned after her own. And still, the threat of radiation poisoning and cancer and explosions sat heavy in his mind. Was he holding together a living time bomb? It wouldn't change his care routine. Not unless she told him otherwise.
A shout alerted AJ to a new threat. The police were on high alert and took aim, though no one really wanted to pull the trigger in such close quarters. Taking these mutant calls were always so dicy. Was the conflict over just because the bubble had collapsed? Or did someone still have some fight left in them?
> “Please don’t fire!”
"Tch." AJ had been tempted to put his hands up and show he was no threat in case the mutant took issue with his treatment, but he had to keep the pressure up until they could get Celestina out of here. Mutants were all the same, though. Zoom around and make the winds all crazy and the man expected the officers not to be spooked? Like they hadn't all walked into this bizarro poltergeist scene or endured the same creepy Halloween weather. AJ shivered in his soaked uniform. He really shouldn't have gotten out of the truck.
> “We- we- were attacked by a girl...”
He directed them to a small body they had yet to find, buried behind some fallen bits of scorched ceiling. Donnie edged around the police and ran that way. AJ huffed. If the attacker was higher priority, he would have to see if the fire paramedics could take Celestina, star ballerina.
"Hey! Are you Gawain or Devon?" Or was he a threat? Normally AJ wouldn't have draw attention his way or engaged, that was what the police were for, but he had names from Celestina that the police didn't. It might just speed things along.
> “Celeste!”
The man glazed right over AJ and recognized his patient. The guy was probably okay then.
"Friend! Friend. He's a friend, guys." Still jumpy, the police mostly put their weapons away.
> "Purse... has all the instructions..."
Huh? Oh. Right.
"Hey. She says she's got a purse with medical info somewhere." But AJ didn't see it from where he was and also Celestina didn't seem to be done talking. He leaned in close, again. He was asking their new tall, dark friend for help. He looked spooked down on his knees and needed something else to focus on for a bit.
> "If there are sparkles..."
Sparkles. Hadn't they seen something like a poof of white glitter earlier?
"I saw your sparkles earlier, Celestina. My partner Donnie said it was a ghost. It's how we found you so fast. They're all gone right now. I guess you're empty, then, huh?" That sounded like a good thing. AJ dared to let up the pressure and see how that stab injury was treating her. If he could handle it here, maybe she could get a ride as a lower priority.
And, now that he was looking none of the newcomers seemed to be affected by what he would have guessed was a large leak of rads.
"Oh. Rads. I've been trying to sound all cool, talking the hip lingo saying rad like a moron." He grumbled to himself as he worked.
Good. It was a short seizure and the girl's breathing evened out before she opened her eyes again. He didn't have enough spare gloves to be sticking his hands in her mouth to be checking her airway. She looked a bit glassy, but that was to be expected considering the blood and the stabbing and the seizure. He pulled the cap off his pen with his teeth and noted the time again.
"Do you know who you are?" He talked around the pen cap and caught sight of his partner grabbing a fireman to help lift the gurney over the barrier of crumpled cars. Not too long now and they could get her bundled up and carted away.
> "I-I-m a m-m-mutant. Rad... Rads."
"Totally rad. That's good." He got his pen back in place on his shoulder, and abandoned checking her head in favor of keeping pressure on the wound. "We know there were mutants fighting here. Can you tell me your name? Anyone else injured we have to look out for?"
> "Reel-l-leased radi-radi-tion."
Oh.
AJ's stomach sank. Radiation was no joke. He'd been here how long? How bad was it? He was almost certain the meat wagon didn't come equipped with a geiger counter.
"Hey. Wait. Don't you pass out on me. I-I need some answers, here. Your power is... nuclear fission? Are you going to explode?" He could feel the sweat beading beneath his beard already. Maybe they shouldn't take her to the hospital? He cast about for Donnie and tried to signal that he should wait.
"We're planning to move you to a gurney and drive you to the closest hospital. With children and old people and sick people. I need to know, are you a danger to others?"
It was pretty bad, but they'd seen worse. Police called Donnie away to go look at the people on the ceiling and see if they were safe to move while AJ continued triage.
"Hey, sorry we had to meet like this." He isolated the bleeding down to the lower abdominal area. Glass was all around. Maybe something broke on her. He'd have to remember to warn the hospital of possible detritus. "It's going to be okay. I'm AJ and I'm your ride out of here. Okay?" He hadn't actually expected a response. On first check she was unresponsive, but stable, assuming she didn't lose too much blood. He was applying pressure and talking her unresponsive self through, but that all changed when she opened her mouth and a dry rasp came out.
She... wanted to ration the air? Blood loss was a crazy trip, as it turned out.
"What's your name? Can you, whoah—" Nope. She could not. She started seizing. AJ checked his watch and grabbed a pen from his shoulder without letting up on the pressure. He scribbled the time as best as he could on the trunk of his glove.
"Donnie! Grab the gurney! Priority 2." He left one hand on the bleeder to check along her scalp as best as he could and to try to keep her from bouncing into any glass. Her own blood transferring from his gloves to her hair, a fact made most obvious by the pallor of the strands. Head trauma? They'd get her fully stabilized in the truck, no doubt.
Not yet knowing the exact nature of the emergency, dispatch had called in a police, fire, and medical unit to each of the three anomalous event locations on this eery, raining Halloween night.
For the Upper East Side, N-2 idled just outside the bubble of darkness and they heckled the police unit from inside the safety of their truck. Mostly they teased for the police not having the guts to go inside, but if they were being honest, it was probably smart to wait for the mutants to finish duking it out before any of the measly humans to dare venture in. Thunder cracked, almost like the nexus of the storm was right above them. Everyone was on edge, but waiting. It was hard to stay alert and relaxed.
Absolutely no one was surprised when mutantkind went whacky on holidays, full moons, Friday the 13ths, or a Tuesday. Not. A. One.
"Maybe you should go out and pop the bubble."
"I can't pop the bubble, Donnie." AJ threw a caramel corn at Donnie who caught it in his mouth so perfectly that it went in the back of his throat and made him start coughing.
"I know you tested negative on the X gene, but I'm telling you. Magic fingers or whatever."
Something loud thudded above. The paramedics both strained for a better view of the vast void of nat a damn thing that they could see. It still looked like a bubble. The wind howled past their truck rocking them on their wheels.
"The waiting is driving me up the wall." AJ grabbed his bag and slipped out of the cab and into the pelting rain. The sound of a ghostly, wind-distorted million screams made him jog full tilt to the edge of the bubble. Whatever was happening, people were suffering. He had to try.
AJ raised his hand, fingers just barely outside the film of shadow.
Magic touch. He thought. Now would be a good time to work.
He stuck his hand in when the screams reached a crescendo, his clothes and hair, plastered to his skin from the relentless rain. He didn't have time to parse what happened and in what order. His hand went in the darkness and it was like the darkness didn't want anything to do with him. And just as suddenly the bubble was gone. AJ turned back to survey the waiting crew. They saw it?
Headlights, spotlights, and car engines all turned on.
Oh yeah. They saw it.
AJ ran toward the entrance and Donnie turned in front of him with the side door flapping open.
"Magic tooooouch!"
AJ slid inside, like a hand in its perfectly sized medical glove and they tore around the curves of the parking unit right on the tails of the police car. They had to slam on the brakes when they got to the right place. There was no question that a mutant showdown had happened.
"It's ghosts. I'm telling you ghosts are real. It's Halloween and ghosts totally are on the loose. Look!" Donnie was flapping his yap while he grabbed his own kit, but AJ did stop to try to see what his partner had while they waited for the police to call the scene clear enough for them.
Something white and... sparkling?
As soon as they got the OK, they ran that way, but the closer they got, the less the sparkles showed. One of the cops slipped in a pool of puke and fell on his butt.
"There's people on the ceiling!"
Well. That was new.
The firemen would have to handle that one.
"We got a bleeder! Female, late teens, there's blood everywhere." Had her ghost really been trying to escape? He and Donnie pulled on gloves and got to work.
Character's full name: Ajeet Reynard Kapoor Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: AJ Gender: Male Age: 34 Date of Birth: September 23, 1983 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Montreal, Quebec, Canada Nationality: Canadian-American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Punjabi, Indian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black hair with a wave to it, kept long enough on top to pull into a short ponytail or manbun though usually he doesn't bother. He just combs it straight back and calls it done. Close buzzed sides. AJ’s main concession to his heritage is the full beard he keeps very perfectly groomed. His beard hair is darker than his head hair and follows the angle of his chin and is cut with geometric precision. Skin Tone: Warm sand Eye Color: Medium brown Height: 5’7” Build: AJ works out. AJ works hard. AJ don’t play. His upper body is the best defined, but from his trapezius to his biceps femoris, AJ maintains more than a healthy physique. He’s damn near obsessed with bodyweight fitness and flexibility. Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: “ਕਦੇ ਵੀ ਲੜਨਾ ਬੰਦ ਨਾ ਕਰੋ” is tattooed across his shoulders. It reads Kadē vī laṛanā bada nā karō which means Never stop fighting. Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Tee shirts, flannel button up, jeans, high top tennis shoes. Uniform: Navy blue EMS pants and shirt. Very full of many pockets, mostly notably the pen attachments at the sleeve and shoulders, cargo pockets on the pants, and black leather shoes with the squishiest of soles. Sleepwear: Boxer briefs Miscellaneous clothing: Loose singlet and comfy shorts, neon yellow shoes for working out. AJ wears a steel bracelet whenever he feasibly can, even when sleeping.
Character
Personality: AJ has more than his share of cynicism. Dealing with people at their worst has taught him to trust sparingly and to believe his gut. He enjoys dark humor and believes that anything worth having is worth working for. He is a focused individual driven by his unwavering will. Once he makes up his mind, he can rarely be swayed. He’s not shy and is far too used to speaking authoritatively to others, especially where topics of his expertise are concerned.
As a Sikh, AJ believes in equality of all humans and strongly rejects caste systems, mutant supremacists, and human supremacists alike. After all, in the back of an ambulance, everyone is the same. He is not devout, though he does maintain a beard. He does not abide by the 5 k’s or meditate as strictly as he knows his parents would want him to, but he believes in one god and uses the notions from his faith as a reminder to stand up for what is right.
Hobbies/ Interests: Bodyweight fitness and the human body, piano music (though he doesn't play), singing, cooking, people watching, binge watching TV. Job or part time job and description: AJ works the evening/swing shift on an ambulance. His schedule is officially a rotating 5 days on, 5 days off, though he often moonlights elsewhere to supplement his income. He is trained as a paramedic (EMS or EMT) and is trained to drive the meat wagon. He is also a part time student, studying to move out of the thankless job of EMS and into the thankless job of nursing.
AJ is trained in:
Advanced cardiac life support - Cardiac Monitors, Defibrillators, and cardiac medications.
Bleeding Control
Spinal injury management, including immobilization and safe transport
Fracture management, including assessment, splinting, and use of traction splints where appropriate
Obstetrics
Advanced airway management techniques including tracheal intubation and surgical airways
Triage of patients in a mass casualty incident
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: AJ is most worried that his sister will do something irrecoverably stupid. Not scraping together enough money to make ends meet. That there is no afterlife. AJ feels lost in life: he’s both afraid of missing out and afraid of putting himself out there. It’s much easier to just keep doing what he’s already doing. Special talents: Speaks Punbaji, Quebec French, English. Can do L sits, planche, and human flag.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He is good in most aspects (would return a wallet, will bend over backwards to save a life even if that means running toward danger, is hospitable, and incredibly charitable), but neutral in others areas of his life (believes stupidity is rewarded through injury, disrespects the elderly, prefers to focus on his own goals). He believes that no matter one’s circumstances, you should be able to scrape together a way to live and he will do whatever he can to help that happen for as many people as possible.
Mutations
Mutation description: Adapted, 2ft
Strengths: Can nullify powers Weaknesses and Limitations: Limit of 2 feet. Must be all up in a mutant’s bidness to nullify.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: AJ is worst at endurance exercise like long distance running. He is good for bursts of speed and lifting (strength) as well as flexibility because of his fitness hobby. His reflexes (outside of the back of an ambulance) are terrible. Fighting Style: AJ is not trained to fight. He might get mad enough to throw a punch, but he’s more likely to spar verbally than physically. As an EMT, he’s far more used to showing up after the danger has passed. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pro: He won’t get hurt if he doesn’t enter a fight. Knowing you can’t or don’t want to fight, means AJ will actively try to avoid one. Con: Sometimes you don’t get to decide if you are in the fight or not. Against a trained opponent or a persistent one, he will be pummeled.
History Of Your Character AJ grew up in a Sikh community in Montreal so densely populated with other Punjabi that he didn’t have need for English until he went to school. For a long time he and his siblings were the model children. They wore their dastaar and head coverings, they studied, they excelled. As the second eldest out of three, he felt compelled to compete with his older brother on everything, especially grades, but it wasn’t until AJ found his love for fitness and the incredible balancing act that is the human body that he decided he would become a doctor.
His brother, always one step ahead on keeping his parent’s favor, worked his way to the top of his year in law school by the time AJ was part of the way through college. Meanwhile, AJ’s younger sister fell behind. She never had the grades to keep up with her brothers and that eventually translated into not trying at all. She fell in with people who were meaner, harder, and stupider.
After her expulsion from college for unsatisfactory attendance, grades, and substance abuse, Ujala moved to America at AJ’s urging in order to leave the bad influence of her friends behind. She became a live-in nanny for a couple in Manhattan and eventually got too close to the man of the house and fell pregnant. Once she was discovered, she lost her job.
AJ couldn’t stand the idea of his sister in a foreign land alone. She was too short-sighted. With no support system, no consistent job, and now with a baby? AJ quit school, much to his parents dismay, before he finished his residency and moved down to New York to help Ujala. He got his EMT certification after long nights of studying and when working in the back of an ambulance didn’t quite bring in enough, he worked to get his driver’s certification as well. He has registered with multiple ambulance companies in order to get around certain labor stipulations, and moonlights often, sometimes as a driver, sometimes as a technician.
For the past 2 years, through Ujala’s pregnancy and the birth of his niece Amber, AJ has continued to work to help support his sister. As of 2017, Amber is approaching 2 years old and the routine of hard work without end has driven AJ to take the leap of a single college course to test the waters and see if he might like to move into the hospital world as an RN with a more normal schedule. Ujala, for her part, works days while AJ works nights.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Sen Where did you learn about this site?: Google Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Ghost = [X] Raine (AV!Lori) = [X] , Lori Faust = [X] Noel = [X], Nolan (AV!Noel) = [X] Jude = [X], June (AV!Jude) = [X] Kalos = [X] AJ Kapoor = [X]
Sample RP: The radio squawked loudly enough to jerk Ajeet out of his doze. Most of his evenings were slow, despite what television made his job out to be. The company’s official policy was no dozing, but he and his partner often took their lunch to nap on the job which meant he had a hair trigger wake response.
/Uh. Look./ AJ rubbed his eyes, assuming that he was somehow still asleep. Dispatch was usually abrupt and to the point. That was kind of their job. /We got a call from unit N-11 and they said there’s a guy who’s s***in’ kittens? He’s asking for—/
”Crap.” AJ fumbled the receiver and cut in. He already knew this was for him. ”Dispatch this is AJ unit N-2 and I think I know who you mean. Location? Our unit is equipped with catnip narcan. We’ll be headed that way shortly.” He gave his driver a good whack to make sure that Donnie was totally awake.
A little back and forth and they were zooming through traffic. Though AJ wasn’t driving tonight, he could appreciate the moves. Donnie knew not to jerk the wheel even though there was no one in the back.
“So this is that homeless guy, right? The opioid junkie?”
”I don’t know what it is, but it makes his power go cuckoo, you know? Were you here last time? The fur was flying left and right. Not. Normal.”
“Oozing kittens isn’t normal in the first place.”
”Neither is making them disappear.” Which had happened when AJ’d gone in to pet one.
“They’re probably illusions or maybe you just have the magic touch.” Speculating on mutant powers was one of Donnie’s favorites. He ran with the AX-men crowd.
The ambulance rolled to a stop and AJ didn’t even bother to grab the narc bag when he jumped out since the other ambulance had its back doors open. No fewer than 7 kittens jumped or fumbled down and out of the back of the New York 12th unit. AJ went to nudge one with his boot and it -poof- disappeared before he ever made contact.
Soooo Yeah. It was time to take over sitting with the mutant who was sh***in’ kittens.