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| Real Knowledge Is Acknowledging One’s Ignorance; [as per plot thread, open to latecomers] | |
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| Topic Started: May 13 2013, 10:42 PM (420 Views) | |
| Kate Bishop | May 13 2013, 10:42 PM Post #1 |
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Quite the Shot
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18:40, Wednesday May 1st, 2013 Location: Mutant Town Community Centre Kate Bishop hardly ever ventured into New York’s most notorious district without one-way goggles covering her face and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back. Stood in her regular police uniform, she felt distinctly underdressed, even though the fully equipped duty belt resting on her hips said otherwise. If Marlin, the caretaker who’d let Kate into the meeting hall, was anything to go by though, she had nothing to be worried about. They’d set up a circle of stacking chairs together along with a rickety bench at the back for water jugs, coffee pots and various nibbles. Somewhere along the line, she’d decided that the blue and white fish scales covering Marlin’s skin were actually quite pretty, iridescent when the strip lighting caught the right angle. “I tell ya, most of these guys only showed up for the cookies, not the crime talk.” The mutant whispered as people of literally all shapes and sizes started to filter in. “At least we don’t have donuts on the snack table.” She whispered back with a sly smile. “One less cop stereotype to deal with, right?” “Oh, well, it’s not as if you look like Clancy Wiggum, honey.” The 'community consultation workshop' was Captain Jean DeWolff’s brainchild. But the problems the Illuminati broadcast was causing meant everyone was nigh-on drowning in paperwork already. When no one stepped up to actually run it, she decided to tag the one and only cadet still on probation who really couldn’t afford to say no. Kate literally only had four days left but rather than protest or stall, the young woman had decided to suck it up and learn what she could. It wasn’t just a case of observe and report, this was an opportunity to educate herself. When it seemed like everyone who planned on turning up already had, she cleared her throat and ventured to the centre of the chair circle. “Okay folks! It’s past six-thirty so I guess I’ll get started! First off, for those of you who might be having problems with the chairs, you can have a word with Marlin over there if you want…” She gestured to the caretaker who waved cheerily on queue, “She can always have a look for something more accommodating out in the storeroom but otherwise I’m afraid you’ll have to make do with just moving a chair out and sitting on the floor. Or standing… whichever you prefer…” She went over to the chair she’d reserved for herself (which everyone else had given a wide berth to), picked up her notepad and sat down. “Right… thank you, everyone, for coming. I’m Officer Katherine Bishop…” and good lord I have no idea what I’m doing here. “I work at the Midtown North Precinct Police Station, badge number 42954. Apparently I’m going to be a ‘community point of contact’, it’s sort of a trial thing, if it works out well there’ll be more appointed but for now it’s just me. Basically, if anybody here has a legal concern, something you want to report and you don’t feel comfortable going through the usual channels, you can see me tonight after we wrap up or call in and give my name or badge to any operator and they’ll take a message for me. I promise I will get back to you if you leave a number or email. Just bare in mind I’m not a lawyer.” She added. “Since I’m point of contact, the idea of this workshop tonight is for you to tell me about anything you’d like relayed back to my superiors – What NYPD have been getting right and what we’ve done wrong when it comes to the mutant community. Preferably constructive criticism. I understand there’s a good chance many of you have had bad experiences with law enforcement in the past… Before I joined the force I could actually say the same. Let me just apologise in advance and please, do me a courtesy, try not to shout or swear too much. My shorthand gets worse when I have to keep up with a string of curses.” “No cookies for anyone yellin’ at Kate!” The caretaker added with a stern point of her webbed finger. “Uh, thanks Marlin.” Kate smiled, readying her biro and hoping her face hadn’t gone red. “So, um, yeah. The idea of sitting in a circle is so you can talk to each other as well as me if you want. Does anyone wanna kick things off?” |
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| Overkill | May 14 2013, 02:13 PM Post #2 |
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Kinetic Energy Manipulation
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So mutant town had a "community centre". Who knew? Blake certainly didn't, well at least not until all this MMA business started. The Brit had been utterly psyched when he he had first seen a flier, thinking that it was something to do with mixed martial arts. Alas it was not to be, instead it was something to do with mutant outreach or something. Blake had to admit he had paid distinctly less attention than he should have after the dissapointing realisation that it was wasn't about fighting. It truth however he found it to be a nice thought that people were banding together and attempting to make Mutant Town a safer place. Interestingly, it wasn't born of one of the main community figures. There was no connection to XFI, not to X-Factor or the now defunct X-Corp. That meant it was just some average civilians trying to do what they could to better the world. It was a nice thought indeed. Blake hadn't know where or when the meetings but Alix said that as important community figures, XFI should at least show at the meeting, and dragged him along. They cruised towards the venue in the Ferrari, the Englishman giving the occassional suspicious glance to his fellow investigator. "I'm serious ya know." There was a pause. "If there aren't snacks I'm leavin', prominent communi'y figures or not." The car sat in silence briefly again. "You know I don't joke when it comes to snacks Alix. I'm sure you remember that time we were on that stake out and you brought back cereal from 7-Eleven..." Luckily Blake managed to snag himself a pile of cookies once they got to the event and he set down the stack on his lap when he took the seat next to Alix. The turn out was decent, which was a start. Then again the investigator figured that was pretty much to be expected given most of these people probably feared for their lives and that of their families. Unfortunately he worried that there wasn't much this could do if Spiral wasn't reeled in soon. If they didn't take her down, no amount of community meetings would be able to stop the chaos. The kinetic manipulator tried to push those ideas from his mind with cookies, indicating them to his fellow investigator. "Totally worff it." Suddenly a vaguely familiar young lady convened the meeting, starting by pointing out the fact that they were short on seats. Blake looked around and noted the problem too, standing up to offer his to an aging fellow behind him. The officer went on to introduce herself and Blake frowned, trying to place the name she had given. She explained what she was there for, what service the PD thought she could provide and how to get a hold of her. It was all pretty standard so far. Except the cookies. They were somewhat of a revelation. Hearing the young woman speak however had jogged Blake's memory and he managed to place where he had met Kate before. It had been a charity event for mutant town back after the purifier attacks. He recalled getting along well with her and wondered why he hadn't stayed in touch. By then the meeting was into it. Suggestions for the force, or was it service these days? Someone from off to the right asked just what the NYPD thought they could do to protect mutants from the widespread lunacy that Spiral had brought on. Blake meanwhile decided to divide his attention and pulled out his iPhone to play some Fruit Ninja. Shortly later the game finished and the Brit turned to Alix, speaking in hushed tones. "I'll buy you McDonalds on the way 'ome if you 'elp everyone decide that today's meeting should run short..." |
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| Sunder | May 17 2013, 10:23 AM Post #3 |
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Breaks People.
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Many meetings had been taking place in Mutant Town recently. Besides the usual Substance Abuse Anonymous, Anger Management, Group Therapy and so on and so forth came a new group with a new agenda, Mutants for Mutant Association. Sunder had inadvertently heard about the group one day when one of their flyer distributors mistook him for a monster. It wasn't the best of meetings but with it came a curiosity that beckoned for the giant Morlock to learn more. This organization claimed to be a human formed one and usually, as Sunder had learned from personal experience, humans weren't so keen on going out of their way to associate themselves with "freaks". So his curiosity grew into suspicion and soon Sunder found himself sitting it out, publicly attending meetings though trying foolishly to hide his mutant status through layers of clothing and hoodies. At first, people slowly scooted as far away from the behemoth as possible without appearing uncivil. They accepted his presence though remained unsure of his intentions. When you were as big and hideous as Sunder was it was easy to mistake him for one of those monstrous types. The over seven-footer had come to expect these types of reactions. What he hadn't come to expect was that over time, people scooted away less and less. Eventually, Sunder attending these meetings had become as normal as breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not only had he forgotten his earlier suspicions about the group but he'd also come to embrace their beliefs. There was nothing wrong with a little sprucing up of the mutant/human relations problem. Sunder had even come to know some of his fellow MMA'ers by first name basis. Now Sunder was in no way an utter devotee. He would never be seen passing out flyers or inviting others to the meetings. He would never preach their gospel or give in fully to their message. But he had found a place where he felt he belonged. Marlin was one he was familiar with. Her name a representation of her physical mutation. She was one of the organizers but not the head. Whoever was in charge was yet to be seen and Sunder hoped to see him when he or she finally showed. The person he didn't know was the cute police officer fidgeting with her clipboard. The stink of bacon could cause Sunder to wrench but for the sake of all those involved he held his distaste at bay. Sunder opted to stand in the back of the room, against the corner with the dimmest light. His massive arms crossed across his chest in a defensive manner. The people that filled room welcomed this Kate Bishop without so much as a protest. Sunder silently hoped for everyone to unite and shoo her away from this place. She seemed nice but Sunder's relationship with police officers was never a great one. In fact, Sunder had never enjoyed a single interaction with cops or SHIELD agents. They were always trying to place handcuffs on him and he was always trying to break them. So as she spoke about what she spoke, he sort of tuned her out, only listening when something caught his attention. She was there to offer up her services as a point of contact. It was only a matter of time before the NYPD stuck their noses into civilian business. Especially when MMA saw their numbers grow exponentially since forming. Sunder kept his objections to himself, allowing her to state her claim for the moment and others to join her in paltry conversation. Other Morlocks were there that night and they stood where Sunder stood watching closely. The other normals sat around the officer and with them Alix and Blake, both people he knew but both people he'd kept away from since the Mad Bomb threat was deterred. Sunder wanted to say hi to Alix but for some reason he kept his distance, allowing her to talk with her associate. Sunder was perfectly happy letting Kate speak her bullshit until he heard her say the following words and could keep silent no longer: "Does anyone wanna kick things off?" Sunder stepped out of the shadows and into the light. "Police always say they help but Sunder never see this. Sunder only watch as they do what they want and force others to follow. Cops never friends with Sunder. They never friends with mutants. They always look to blame and punish. Kate Bishop may have pretty face but Sunder hear ugly lies when she speaks." The crowd got silent immediately after as some nodded their heads along while others looked shocked and embarrassed. Sunder spoke for himself though there probably a few there that knew what he was talking about. |
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| Kate Bishop | May 22 2013, 08:54 PM Post #4 |
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“Police always say they help but Sunder never see this. Sunder only watch as they do what they want and force others to follow. Cops never friends with Sunder. They never friends with mutants. They always look to blame and punish.” “Well, to be fair, we’re not here to-” “Kate Bishop may have pretty face but Sunder hear ugly lies when she speaks.” The crowd got silent immediately after as some nodded their heads along while others looked shocked and embarrassed. “Okay…” Kate laid the notepad flat on her lap, one hand still gripping the top. She left a pause to make sure the behemoth was finished before she ventured an answer. “First of all, um… Sunder, is it? Kudos for the best back-handed compliment I think I’ve ever gotten. But if I wanted to a lie for a living, I’d have gone into politics.” Her stomach was starting to tie itself in a knot but her expression remained as good natured as she could manage, addressing Sunder directly. “Second of all, I’m not saying for one second that we’ve gotten things right in the past. Some things we’ve done were very, very wrong. That’s the whole point of why I’m here tonight asking you guys how you think we can improve things.” Her gaze started to move around, occasionally meeting the eyes of others sat or stood in the room. “The Police Force isn’t a hive of robots or a force of nature. It’s an organisation made up of individual people, each with their own set of experiences and beliefs, fears and passions, all shaping their actions. We’re no different to any of you in that sense. I fully believe diversity is crucial for the well-being of any society and that includes its law enforcement. But because of that I’m afraid we’re also fallible. I’m asking you not to judge all police officers based on the actions of a few, just as I’m sure none of you would want to be judged based on the minority of mutants who are out there killing humans…” Kate’s grip on her notepad tightened. The image of Spiral wearing Daredevil’s tattered mask, laughing into a camera lens, had to be chased from her mind’s eye. This meeting was the absolute worst time to let herself get angry about anything. “If any of you think you’ve been a victim of police brutality in the past, I welcome you to give me as much detail as you can remember. If the officers involved can be identified, then they’ll be investigated and I’ll report back to you as much as I can.” She noticed one man was stood hunched over his phone, sending a text or playing a game by the look of it – the absolute picture of disinterest. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, but also because something about him seemed vaguely familiar. Dismissing him, she zeroed back in on Sunder. “Things will never be perfect. That’s not what I’m proposing. But wouldn’t you agree that it’s better to at least try and do right by as many people as possible, including the mutant population? I’d rather try than do nothing.” |
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| William Atwood | May 22 2013, 10:58 PM Post #5 |
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William, or Manticore as he regularly went by, sat in one of the chairs, watching quietly as things unfolded. He had scooted a little back, giving some distance between the other people in the group, covered in his usual hooded coat despite the heat, the bandages the covered his arms and kept his spines from protruding outwards visible at the cuffs of his sleeves. Anyone watching him without knowing may have thought he wasn't comfortable, though the real reason was simply a precaution against accidentally poisoning someone. Despite his silence, he did want to be at the meeting, if nothing more then the simple company it provided. He learned of the group through Sunder, admittedly inadvertently through one of the flyers he had brought back into the tunnels. Manti had a lot that he worked on during the days in keeping an eye on the medical needs of the Morlocks, but even he had time after his shifts to use as he pleased. So he had decided to take a look. He had never participated in a support group before, as a Doctor he had an more then an occasional drink and kept himself healthy, but he knew he had a lot of emotional baggage linked to his mutation. Maybe hearing how others dealt with it could help him. Of course he hadn't counted on it being hosted by police. Honestly that made him more then a little nervious. Not due to any hard feelings against the police, but he had his own dark little secrets that he would rather not have the authorities know about. For one there was the fact that his medical license had expired some time ago. It wasn't as if he could just walk in to renew it due to his condition, his activities among the Morlocks was all unlicensed. There was no doubt in the community that he knew what he was doing, but from a legal standpoint it would probably be viewed in a different manner. Then of course there was... well, he was a murderer, wasn't he. At least that was how he viewed it. It was true it had been an accident right after his powers had manifested, but still, the guilt he felt over it still tore at him. So there were plenty of reasons he didn't open up when he came in to these meetings. He was content to just listen and observe, listening to how other cooped with the hardships they experienced and trying to draw strength from that. He made no expression when Sunder spoke out against the police. While he tried to be optimistic about the system, he knew that even those who are supposed to protect were people and fully capable of abusing the trust people put in them. In a way Sunder was right, though a bit extreme, but Manti also knew that there were as many good people out there as bad, so he could not completely agree with him either. Instead he just listened as Kate responded. It was a neutral response, neither condemning nor agreeing with Sunders statement. He was familiar with this type of response in his line of work, not ever story is a happy one, and afterwards those who get hurt often turned to you with accusations, anger, sorrow, and despair. Sometimes you just had to let people vent, then tell them the truth of the situation and hoped for the best. Kate's willingness to at least try to improve the state of affairs felt admirable to Manti, and he watched to see what Sunder's response would be. The Morlocks as a whole had a rough patch when it came to life, and more then enough tragedies, so it was understandable that trust was harder earned among them from outsider, and old wounds tended to fester before they healed. |
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| Alix | Jun 6 2013, 07:25 PM Post #6 |
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She'd called it needing to be there to be authority figures. To support the community. But as she had learned with Sunder months ago, there was something off about the MMA, and there was also something good about it-- she needed to find out where they came from and, on a personal level, she needed to have the sort of comfort that could come from talking about problems. Not that she would talk, really, but she could listen, right? That'd always be enough. Besides-- if she went into problems with the general civilians of mutant town, they'd probably be alot less willing to trust them all. Who wanted to hear the problems of the telepath that-- as far as she was concerned-- protected their minds everyday? No one. And so she kept silent, even as Blake went on about snacks and stakeouts and all the other things. If she was honest, she'd have explained how all these little things just didn't register for her right now. That the community the problems and everything else was everything that she could even think about anymore. But she didn't, and so she just gave a quiet smile, even as they entered. Her eyes fell to Sunder briefly-- to whom she gave a genuine smile-- before, silently, she took a seat. Blake was soon after with a plate of cookies and while the meeting started off, Alix glanced about silently, listening as she always did in times like this. Blake's words were met with a firm glance that would immediately shut down any notions and, by the time Sunder spoke up again, Alix had sighed. For now, she'd remain quiet and let everyone speak. |
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| Sunder | Jun 14 2013, 02:50 AM Post #7 |
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Breaks People.
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There was this thing Scattebrain use to talk to Sunder about. A concept that went way over his head until this moment when Officer Kate Bishop replied to him the way she did. Aura. Whatever it was she had it and Sunder could see it. This aura relayed more information than her words ever could. Everything she spoke about, at least the words Sunder understood, came off as sincere and for a second Sunder had forgotten the brutality at the hands of those that hid behind the badge. For a second he believed that they existed to protect and serve. For a second, all those nights spent in claustrophobia locked away in a tiny cell simply because he looked like a monster seemed to wash away. But that second was soon up immediately after she finished speaking. Sunder didn't hate this particular cop. She seemed polite and genuine. If anything Sunder had learned to read people quickly strictly from their reactions to his disfigurement. This one, however, didn't shy away or back down. She faced the 7 foot behemoth with her words as though she stood on equal ground with him. Unfortunately, they would never be on equal ground. "What does Kate Bishop know of what Sunder talk about? She live in world of rainbows and sunshine. This Mutant Town. Dark place for honest people. No rainbows, no sunshine. Only rain and pain. Sunder seen people die on streets, city get attacked every other day and does Kate Bishop know who there to pick broken people up? We are. Mutants take care of mutants. Mutants take care of Mutant Town. X-Factor, XFI, even Morlocks, we make sure people safe around here. Police run for cover and hide until smoke settled. You want to help? You want us to trust you?" He stared right back into her eyes as she stared into his, taking a few steps further into the room as if on a direct path to confrontation that ended right at Kate's feet. "Give us reason to." In a way, Sunder was testing her resolve. Most anybody else would not put up with half the shit Sunder was tossing at her. If they were to have a representative here Sunder wanted it to be a tough one, a proper one. The issue went from being about unlawful treatment to mutants at the hands of crooked cops to how much Kate Bishop was willing to take before giving up. "Or get the fuck out." |
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| Kate Bishop | Jun 15 2013, 03:58 PM Post #8 |
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Rainbows and sunshine. Kate could almost laugh at that if it weren’t for the pain behind Sunder’s bass-pitch voice. Fair enough, she didn’t know what hitting rock bottom felt like, to be forced into living every day like some underground refugee in her own country the way Sunder was. She’d never have to worry about where the next rent cheque or the next meal was coming from. If she wanted to stop getting attacked by strangers, she only had to hang up the badge… or the bow. But Kate had gotten low enough to oh-so-briefly glimpse what the bottom looked like, that one night spent on the bathroom floor seriously weighing up whether to call an ambulance or just drink a bottle of drain cleaner… Her eyes narrowed, like she was taking aim. “If mutants are taking care of mutants, then why is Mutant Town still a dark place for honest people? Hmm?” She tried to keep her voice calm and even, but there was a fire in her belly and the light of a challenge in her eyes. It was the same look she got every time Captain DeWolff called her into the office for yet another ‘frank word of advice’. “I’m sorry if being a seven foot Goliath who could probably crush my skull with one hand has made your life a living hell; but do you honestly think mutants have the market cornered on pain? Well I’m sorry, but they don’t!” She had to clench her jaw briefly, push back against that suffocating feeling she sometimes got… without pushing far enough to loose her temper. It was a tricky thing to manage. But like hitting a target in a strong wind, it wasn’t impossible. “When Alex Summers ‘dropped the bomb’ here, don’t forget the ones left standing practically carved a hole into Manhattan. My mother was a perfectly decent human being who died in that mutant-fuelled mess; we had to identify her from dental records and bury a box full of scraps. There are thousands of humans in this city who could tell you similar stories or worse; and I work with quite a few of them. Police, firemen, paramedics, there are plenty of us still willing to help humans and mutants alike - More than I think you give credit for. And despite the fact that you’re keen to write us off as bigots or cowards. So try to understand why trust is a pretty precious commodity on both sides.” She stood then, note pad still in hand. The size difference between Kate and Sunder was like a Chihuahua facing down a Great Dane. “I deal with people all over this city, and I can tell you there’s more than enough suffering to go around. I mean, have you been to Hell’s Kitchen lately? It’s just as much of a mess as Mutant Town. But they don’t get to lock the police out and govern themselves, so neither do you guys. The only difference is that here the people can juggle Buicks or read minds or shrug off gunfire. When humans like me have to wade into that with nothing but a bullet proof vest and a stern tone of voice, it’s scary. For everyone. Scared people don’t make the best decisions. I’m here to see what could make it less scary; and maybe even cut down on all those broken people you’ve been picking up. If you’re only here to bark ultimatums at me because you want to see a ‘flatscan with a badge’ jump through hoops, then maybe you’re the one who ought to get the fuck out…” If anyone back at the station found out she was dropping f-bombs while representing the force, Kate was going to be in a world of trouble. But it seemed like best way to demonstrate her point about everybody being fallible in the end. “Unless that’s what everyone came here for…? Because I don’t think I’ve got the stamina or enough cookies for that.” |
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| Overkill | Jun 15 2013, 04:55 PM Post #9 |
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Kinetic Energy Manipulation
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Well the phone was down for one. Things had gone from 'this is boring why did Alix drag me here', to Martin Lawrence quote time in a very short window. Blake wasn't an enemy of the police at all. He personally didn't feel like they had ever wronged him really. Sure it may have been different for others, but the rough treatment he had received from the boys in blue previously had always felt like he deserved it. This big guy on the other hand, obviously felt differently. It took Blake a moment to place Sunder, but he got him eventually, recalling him from the time they had worked together to stop the Mad-Bomb in mutant town. It seemed the big fellow felt pretty strongly about Kate's 'ugly lies'. The cop availed herself pretty well though. She made it seem like she cared about the past and about working toward the future. Whether it was 100% from the heart or partially sale's pitch Blake didn't know, but he thought it would do the job. It didn't. Things started to ramp up a bit and the Brit looked to Alix, wondering if she was going to intervene. She was pretty quiet, taking a bit of a back role on this one apparently, though he didn't know why just yet. Then again it was her prerogative wasn't it? With everything that was going on, and the burden Alix shouldered for the team, he figured she had the right to just sit quietly from time to time. Blank on the other hand was starting to feel less and less enthralled by fruit ninja. Sunder spoke again, saying how bad Mutant Town was, a sentiment Blake wasn't sure he agreed with. Sure life could be tough in the suburb, but there was real honest good there too. To be frank he wasn't sure he liked Sunder bagging on the area he had come to proudly call his home. Before the investigator had time to reflect on the fact that he had settled down so much in MT the 'conversation' pressed on. The big fellow claimed that mutants looked out for themselves, and while Blake had to agree on some level, he wondered if it wouldn't be better to keep the police on their side. Then it turned nasty when Sunder offered the officer the door, so to speak. Blake was about to step forward in protest, his hand pushing back against the wall he was lent against. She was just like many others in Mutant Town, someone wanting to help, to make it a better place. Wasn't she? And wasn't that a good thing? Kate snapped back, not as hard as Sunder had, but still things weren't headed in a good direction. It became a bit personal, and she made comment on their failures to protect each other so far. Blake could have done without being reminded of the deaths and the pain they had failed to stop. None the less he couldn't let himself be dragged into the angry trend things were stuck on. Someone had to be objective and calm things down, and the kinetic mutant had decided it was Alix's day off. The police-woman's speech finished and Blake intervened, stepping forwards and letting out a shrill wolf whistle before Sunder could reply even more heatedly. "Alright alright! Let's all calm down a little shall we." He said, protecting his voice to the whole room. "Getting angrier and angrier at each other ain't gonna 'elp us at all. This is supposed to be about gettin' on the same page 'ere not makin' new enemies." He paused to take a deep breath and sigh it back out. "Not like we 'aven't got enough of them as it is." He muttered as he mad his way through the crowd to stand more or less between the two of them. He turned to Kate. "First. Mutants do protect mutants. Don't make light of what we do for each other because faced with what we're faced with we do a hell of a job. Secondly, trust is 'ard to win back. And some of these people 'ere don't 'ave any left for the police. So proving yourself, givin' them a reason to trust you again, that's something that you're just gonna 'ave to bloody well get used to." He paused to refill his lungs. "That said: You're right. We need to move towards a solution rather than dwell on our mistrust or emotions from the past. And you're really right about there bein' enough crap for everyone everywhere." Then the Brit spun on his heels, pointing to Sunder. "As for you... One, pull your 'ead out of your ass. She is 'ere trying to make things better, trying to be the solution to every problem you've 'ad in the past. Treating 'er like the enemy is a great way for things to get worse. Yes we look after the mutants of Mutant Town, but why would you turn away more 'elp? If you turn 'er away and someone dies that a cop could 'ave saved then you're barely any better than the people comin' after us all. Mutant's take care of mutants? Why don't mutants take care of baselines? And baselines take care of mutants?" There was a pause of silence. "So 'ow about this? Everyone pulls their god damn heads in, and-" "Don't you take the lord's name in vain young man!" Blake turned and glared at the woman standing in the crowd with her hands on her hips defiantly. She sat back down in quite a hurry. "So we all pull our 'eads in, and work together. This woman has never wronged any of us, so we are going to calm down and tell 'er what we think the cops can to do make Mutant Town more safe. Is that clear?" Blake took another sigh, though this was one of accomplishment. "Oh, and she will stop playing naughts and crosses against 'erself on that notepad. It's really rather sad." |
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| William Atwood | Jun 20 2013, 11:29 PM Post #10 |
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The meeting seemed to be turning into a sort of shouting match between cop and Morlock. Manticore wondered for a moment if they were going to leap on each other the way they were going at it. He knew Callisto wouldn't want Sunder getting into trouble and was about to step in and suggest everyone cooling their tempers when someone else stepped in before him, essentially telling off Kate and sunder while putting in a rougher version of some of his thoughts. Still, Manti felt an urge to put in his point of view, though he was careful not to mention anything about what he did below ground. "There are a lot of deep scars that run through the community," he said from his seat, his harmonic and musical voice a sharp contrast to his red furred appearance. "I can see why many people have issues of trust when a blind eye has been turned towards their plight, but I also know that there are people who are trying to make a difference. I personally would not sit by and let people suffer, human or mutant, so I try to give people the benefit of the doubt that I would like to see afforded to myself." He felt a little on the spot for drawing attention to himself, but it was what he thought was the right thing to say. Of course, he was a doctor, so he felt obligated to help another regardless of wither they were human or not. He even had treated those who had attacked him for poisoning they suffered. True, the poison was his but that was besides the point. He tried to do the right thing and not let hatred or pride cloud his judgement so that he could do what was best for others regardless of their origin. He didn't know how well this would be taken. Sunder was part of his family, but he didn't think his charges against Kate were entirely fair. He hoped he didn't hold it against him for speaking as such. "I don't think we should be fighting each other if we want to make things better, and I don't think stereotyping, or passing premature judgement on each other will help us much either." It felt that a lot of that was being passed around, Sunder with Kate, Kate with sunder, Blake with both. Maybe he was out of line for saying so, but it felt like just a big circle of hurt feelings being passed around and compounding on one another, which just seemed counterproductive to what was being proposed. Of course maybe he was wrong, they could just be venting. |
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