X-MEN MAFIA TRANSIT: Beauty and the Beast

/ooc Transit posts are somewhat new. They wont contain any clues, but will serve to move the story along to different locations throughout the city (as you are all fugatives). Feel free to roleplay/interact with any of the characters in these posts, or describe the trip your character took between sites. These are just roleplay opportunities, but even if you dont want to interact, you might wanna read through to get your bearings.


When Quinn burst through the front doors of the church, she was greeted by a series of solemn, weary glances, and then dismissed as each went back to their own thoughts and problems. Panting, the young girl with the snow-white skin stopped and rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. “Geez,” she managed to get out between breaths. “Who died?”

No one answered her.

Following shortly after her was a man who demanded a bit more attention. His name was Victor Creed, but most of those in the room knew him only by his alias: Sabertooth. His massive frame filled the doorway, and the tangled mane of blonde hair that fell about his shoulders was dusted with snow. Immediately their eyes were drawn to the collar he wore around his neck, and most cringed at the sight of it. The sentinels had used those collars to negate mutant powers in the camps, to keep them under control. It had taken fifteen human guards to get that collar onto him. Three of them didn’t survive the ordeal. He kept it on now as a reminder of what he had lost, of what had been taken from him. It would require a lot more then fifteen men to remove it.

Seeing him come in, Quinn rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, hanging on it as a daughter might hang from her father. Sabertooth looked around the room, not giving a second glance to the body that lay sprawled before the altar. As his eyes met the gaze of each of the mutants in turn, few were able to return his glare for more then a brief moment. After he had assessed the situation, it was Quinn who spoke for him.

“Where is Jubilee?” she asked, her voice cold, almost predatory, a far cry from her earlier tone.

Again, no one answered. They were afraid to this time. There had been rumors, after Sabertooth had killed several of the camps gaurds, and even a few of the mutants, that Quinn had been used to calm him down, to tame him. She was a telepath of some sort, though no one knew to what extent. All they knew was that after she had been brought in, there were no more killings. It’s been said that their minds had been forced together, like peices of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit, but were made to. No one really believed it, of course, but then again, no one had been this close to them since it was supposed to have happened. The fact remained that he had been an unstable killer to begin with, who knows what he had become now.

“Where is she!” Quinn snarled. “We don’t have a lot of time. They’ll be coming, and she has something we need.”

There was a hushed panic spread throughout the group. Who’s coming? How did they find us? Where are we supposed to go? Sabertooth looked at the group in disgust, amazed that natural selection hadn't picked them off long ago. Finally, someone stepped forward and gave him an answer.

“She’s in the basement... but she’s not... well, she can’t...”

“You kill her too?” Quinn asked. Sabertooth smiled, and Quinn’s face mirrored the expression, dark and selfish. “Can’t say that I blame you,” she said. “Never liked the bitch myself.”

Sabertooth started for the basement, and then stopped himself, turning back to the crowd as if to say something, but the words, once again, came from Quinn.

“I’m going to be right back,” she said, her brow furrowing menacingly. “The girl is staying here. If any of you even look at her funny, I’ll gut the lot of you like fish.” She paused for a moment, her face shifting back to a more youthful expresion, speaking in her own words. “Yeah! Like fishes!”

With that, Sabertooth disappeared down the stairs that led to Jubilee’s makeshift tomb.

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The map was splattered with blood as Sabertooth pushed the contents of the altar onto the floor and rolled it out for everyone to see. Quinn stood on her toes, her eyes just barely level with the surface. Her white hand snaked slowly up, trying to touch the bloodstains, but Sabertooth knocked it away. She scowled at him, and then returned her eyes to the map.

“Toliver’s Hardware,” she said, in that disturbing, almost alien voice. “We could have stayed here another night if you idiots hadn’t ordered pizza.” Sabertooth drew a line from the church to the hardware store with a long, curved claw. “I don’t care how you get there, but if you aren’t there when it’s time to leave, we’re not waiting.”

He rolled the map back up and handed it to Quinn, who stuffed it into the pocket of her prison-issued jumpsuit.

/Additional note by Jinheim: You can go with Sabertooth as he leads the way to the next safehouse Alternatively, you can choose to go it alone or travel with other players in a smaller group. The choice is entirely up to you. You can also post nothing, as this is purely a role playing opportunity.

As of right now, we are all in transit and no one has arrived at the hardware store yet. We will reach that location tomorrow (OR WILL WE?) and a moderator will introduce the setting. Stay tuned.