Blood Under The Bridge

April 27, 2015:

Cyclops and Armory consult Partisan on information gathered around the rumored 'mutant detection device'.

A hotel under renovation

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Fade In…

She has in fact moved from one building, to another. This time it's a hotel under renovation, which makes things actually fairly convient. She'd left notice with Jerry of course, including the room number thank god. She is fairly at ease at the moment though, a chest of drawers turned over on it's side ends up making a perfectly sized seat to keep an eye out on the street below. On the fresh drywall she's taken care to sketch out the view outside, and then notate the ranges to various landmarks. Her backpack and helmet have been set off to one side, whilst she glasses the street below with a pair of binoculars. This is not however, the same Partisan Lunair met before.
She's still tall, but not quite six foot and built very much more thinly. The sort've lean muscular phsyique you'd expect to find on a dancer or a gymnast, so no not quite buff. She's still blonde, but has her hair tied up in a pretty lazy ponytail at the moment. Her face painted with that stylized tiger's skull, and a shemagh pulled just beneath her eyes carries much the same decoration. That slate grey splintery camo is the same, as are the shoulder flashes of course. It's a different chest rig, and a different handgun but…well Part does have sort've a distinctive style all her own doesn't she?

*

And Partisan has a lot of sway with Loon! Because that's how friends do. But Lunair does care, and does worry. She's bringing some expensive kobe steaks and a pretty hefty meal along. Snacks, for the road. Tea and water, as usual. While she can use Laughing Octopus' armor to camo and sneak along easily enough, her company, Scott, does not. Lunair let Jerry know to let Partisan know that she was bringing the ruby glasses wearing team leadin' dude along. Okay, so that's not exactly how she worded it, but whatever. She asks first.

Bringing along the noms, Lunair leads Scott along towards where she's told Partisan is staying and gently knocks on the door frame. "Friendlies representing." Pause. "Friendlies coming in. Like, actually plural this time. Someone wished to see you." Lunair's deficiencies in socialization give her a quirky means of communicating, at best. "Huh." Parti looks different! But Lunair just kind of rolls with it. That's definitely a Partisan.

*

For this particular occurrence, Cyclops has adopted to wear his most non-descript uniform of all. It is form-fitting as is common amongst the X-Men, but it is all black, with reinforced padding where it counts. He's following along with Lunair, remaining quiet the entire time. Once they're inside? His head moves just a bit, suggesting that behind the mask and visor, he's taking in everything that he can. The man's poker face is pretty damned impressive.

*

Partisan is no fucking slouch in the poker face department, save for faintly raised eyebrows when she gives Cyclops a careful study. Theres a sniper rifle just beneath the window, a shotgun strapped to the side of her pack and a Submachinegun set gently atop it. "Looney toons, how are you girl? Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, you know how it goes."Finally tugging down that balaclava to offer a smile, holy shit even the voice is different. For those taking notes, yep that war paint continues behind that balaclava. She couldn't be more than 18-19, but hey nevermind the guns. "You going to introduce me to your friend there?"Rising from her seat, as she rests a forearm casually atop that holstered sidearm of hers.

*

Lady Gaga would be proud. Lunair mostly looks owlish, as her resting face is blank. Thankfully, it keeps her from having resting bitch face (?). Nevertheless, she looks to Cyclops and then back to Partisan. "Hi Partisan. I am okay enough. No dartings this week." She has low standards for what constitutes a 'good week'. "I'm glad to see you. Today is kobe beef and some sides. I think red meat is important sometimes," Sagenod. Especially for growing weretigers, right!? "How are you?" She asks. She smiles back to Partisan. "You sound - different." Hmm. "This is my friend, he goes by Cyclops sometime. I was told he wanted to talk to you." The noms are going to be passed to Partisan.

*

Not much for pleasantries. Cyclops doesn't offer a hand, he merely keeps his hands rested upon his belt with one gloved thumb stuck through each loophole. "Got word from mutual sources, say you have information that should come my way." Well, if anything, the X-emblem on his belt ought to identify him well enough. Right?

*

"Yeah I change faces sometimes, it's sort've a long story. Thankyou for the chow Lunair, it's very appreciated." Part turns, setting those smokes off to one side before getting to her freshly delivered red meat. Fuck yeah. "Well Cyclops, why don't you have a seat and tell me a little more precisely what it is you want to know. "Thumbing after Lunair finally. "And keep in mind, you're here because my friend here says your cool. I've got half a mind to send your ass packing, x-man. So lets act like adults, hmm?"

*

Smile. Lunair nods. "I see. You're welcome. I'm glad then. And that's okay." Lunair accepts the face changing thing sometime. She looks to Cyclops. Then to Partisan. She is quietly concerned. She will quietly sit cross-legged on the floor, to listen. She apparently mostly came in to check in on Parti and because Cyclops wanted to talk to her about something.

*

Well, Scott isn't here to pick a fight. But, he knows of this figure's history with his people. It isn't pretty. He could have gone straight to Aspect, but he elected to come here. If there's one thing Scott has gotten (reproachfully) used to lately, it's extending the olive branch.

Moving closer, he drops into a seat and adopts a less prickly stance, actually going so far as to lean his arms upon lanky legs and shift forward a bit. That kind of gesture speaks of trust. Trust that no one is going to pull one of however many pieces and put a few bullet holes in your finely chiseled torso.

"Metahuman… detecting… machine." Cyclops doesn't at all intend for it to come out so harshly, but the thought of it has him feeling, quite honestly, sick to his stomach. "What can you tell me about it? Source says the Brotherhood attacked a press conference where it was revealed."

*

"Supposedly, brotherhood. Consider for a moment, the timing. Actually lets rewind a second, and set the scene. It's a large device, not going to be man portable. There was no manufacturers logos on it, and the producer was never specified. Consider that bit for a minute. Your a defense contractor, you invent this meta-human detector. First of it's kind in all the world, and you let nobody know who built it?"Part tucks in to her food. "It wasnt built, it wasn't designed. It was given, it was provided to them by an anonymous donor but they'll never admit that. The moment this shit gets unveiled, the brotherhood suddenly shows up? Out of the blue, poof oh look it's the exact people we invented this machine to detect. Isn't that a little too convient for you already? If those fucks I shot, were -actual- members of the brotherhood then a fucking pro is running this little op because they manipulated a third party to provide them with their justification."Part munches quietly for a moment, offering Lunair a little smile. "This is fucking asymetric warfare 101, oldest trick in the book. I'd know, I wrote most of them."

*

Lunair is listening more than speaking. She likes Partisan, and that is what she knows. And she might just learn something. She blinks, hearing the words metahuman detecting machine. That can't end well. And then she looks to Partisan. "That does sound really weird, yeah," She agrees. She smiles back to Partisan as Parti munches a moment. "Does it detect all kinds of people?"

*

Wow.

Scott hasn't heard that level of vulgarity in a while. It's almost enough to distract the school teacher slash X-Man from what's really being said. In fact, it does, a bit. Fortunately, he has this visor that covers his face, so… the expression remains safely hidden, and the frown could easily be construed as likeminded feelings.

"You're right," Cyclops can't help but admit, following a curious pause. Yes, folks, he was deciphering the real message through all of that vulgarity. A worried look is given toward Lunair, before the X-Man turns his attention back to Partisan. Whatever questions he may have, they can wait; Lunair just asked a pretty damned important one.

*

"Two options Lunair, there are two ways this goes and thats it. Option one, the machine doesn't work. It's an empty box and this is all a very intentional ruse to draw mutants to act so they can be captured or killed. This is a pretty legit possibility considering the way it was revealed, I mean they could've done that shit on TV right? Why would they trot the actual unit out and show everyone what it looked like, then basically entice every mutant in ear shot to attack it? If you had a secret mutant detector, would you tell anyone or would that be your closest held secret?"Partisan pauses, because she's got food and cigarettes and tea to manage here.
"Option two,"Pausing to swollow a bite've that delicious beef. "This is a legit detector and it actually works, and they want nothing more than to give congress every excuse to mandate a million of these things on every street corner. So that every smartphone has a "is that a mutant" app, so they your people are exposed and in the open. Either way, going after the unit directly is a bad fucking move. They're putting bait on a hook and dangling it infront of you. My initial gut check, leads me to suspect that this is indeed a fake."Part pauses to get her next cigarette lit up, before offering scott one. "You should reach out some feelers to the brotherhood, and ask them to chill on this until it's verified the thing isn't just smoke and mirrors."

*

Lunair looks quietly amused, for a moment. She doesn't seem bothered by cursing in the slightest. For her part, that's just how some people do. She is sitting just fine, and listening good. "To be fair, a lot of police departments love showing off their new kit. But I think you're right," She considers. "None of the possibilities seem to bode well." Nosewrinkle. Lunair doesn't like it. She lets Scott and Parti do most of the talking, since she is unfamiliar with this.

*

Cyclops listens carefully, nodding his head along in a few key places. This Partisan character has a good head on her shoulders. He can deal with all of the cursing. "I agree," he says, though the cigarette is considered. There was a time when he was younger, but… he holds up a hand to dismiss. "Thanks."

Now Cyclops leans back, sitting a bit more upright. "The Brotherhood doesn't always listen to us," he says, referencing his fellow X-Men. "We kind of have a different method to pretty much everything we do. However." He glances toward Lunair. "I may have an inroad there." He's thinking of Magneto. While the Master of Magnetism may not be actively leading the Brotherhood, he knows who is in involved, and may be able to get word to her. "Meanwhile, I can put together a team to investigate this mess. Quietly. You know, the kind of ops that won't end in explosions and news headlines. Sometimes, the best road is the quick and quiet one."

*

"Thats a fucking stupid move, dont put together a fucking team to investigate shit. What you do is find some nutcase with a patent on a mutant detector, and you buy from him his patent. Then you take the city to court, claiming copyright infringement. Meanwhile you hire some constitutional lawyers and have them go after the thing on the fourth amendment, no you wont win. Winning isnt the goal, the goal is to cost the city an enormous amount of money and tie this up in as much red tape as possible. Ping the EPA and cite concerns over radiated energy the thing produces. Then you hire a Human spy or two, and have them earn their pay. You need schematics, proof the thing actually works."Part snubs out a cigarette and gets going on her next one.
"Then if it works, you ignore the unit itself. You kill the men who designed it, the men who built it and the men who financed this little adventure. This is act one of a fucking genocide, if you let them get away with this it'll keep going. Destroy the unit, fantastic great job. They are going to build more, and men will man them. You attack the men who man these machines, you raise the cost of participating beyond what any fucking cop is willing to pay. You make it super fucking clear that this shit brings with it a death penalty, you issue statements to this effect."Part shrugs a tad. "You'll want to do this, because if I have to do it? I've walked amongst mass graves more times than I care to recall, I will not allow -another- genocide when I am in a position to halt it on it's opening movements. If you don't stop this, I will. Then again it's not the first time I've had to do your work for you, now is it X-man?"

*

Well, that escalated quickly. Lunair's eyes widen a bit. Magneto is a friend! Then she looks between the two. Her eyes stay wide, and she just sort of - freezes. Well, this is pretty intense. She stays quiet. This is above her head. And she's not going to give away her stance.

*

It's pretty apparent that Cyclops isn't accustomed to dealing with people of, shall we say, such magnitude. Behind the visor, he's blinking, and listening, though a sharp inhalation is clear sign that he's getting offended. Fighting off his ego, yes, but still, offended.

The thing is - and he can't help but internally admit this - Partisan has some points. She understands how the government, how the economy, and the politics behind it all, works.

Cyclops leans forward again, a hand coming out so that a finger can stab at the table before him, twice. "Two things. My people don't arbitrarily kill. That's not a thing I can change overnight, even if I had to. I've got a group to run, I'm not interested in going solo, nor am I interested in alienating the lot of them. There's a reason why we exist, and there ain't a soul in hell that'll change that.

He leans back then, arms folding. "You're right. The problem needs to be stopped at the source. Risky business, 'cause if it comes out that a bunch of mutants, or one mutant for that matter, was behind all of this? You're only adding fuel to the fire. Some other genius will come up with something, only this time, it'll be more compact. Like you said, there'll be an app for it."

Believe it or not, Scott is reconsidering that cigarette. Too bad his ego is too big to ask.

"I can handle part one," he admits. "Part two? Not exactly in our job description." He draws in a deep breath, glancing toward Lunair for a moment before looking back to Partisan and shrugging conspiratorially. "I could look the other way."

*

"Who said shit abour arbitrary? This is a war dude, they didn't build this fucker to get more accurate tax info. This is a prelude to genocide, because what? Do you think they can't find some jackass to say that Mutants aren't -exactly- human, and thus the law doesn't actually apply to them? So I mean what legal barriers prevent being rounded up, carted around in cattle cars. Let me give you a little historical fact for a minute here, nobody went to war with Nazi Germany over the jews. Nobody fucking cared, they went to war for strictly financial and political reasons. So let me spell this out for you, just to make sure we're on the same level here. Once this starts, there is nobody who is going to save you. Nobody, will come free mutants from camps and prisons."Part gets another one lit up, before setting the pack back down in Scott's reach. "I know how old I look like, but listen to me here. I was around before the first world war, I watched the Nazis come to power. There is nobody but your own people who are going to help you, sure a cape or two might come over to your side but think about this shit hard here. A cape exists to protect society, if mutants become the enemies of society who are they going to be fighting? No, you stop this shit early and you stop it -hard- or you don't and there are no second chances."

*

A look towards Scott. Lunair tilts her head. Parti's story makes her look even more uncertain. For her part, she is an audience here.

*

Beneath the visor, Cyclops is eyeing that pack of smokes. Well, Jean would certainly have his head. He refrains yet again, and a long silence lingers between them. "History does repeat itself," he agrees. "But you're wrong. People will come to save mutants, if they don't prove themselves to be vicious murderers first. You back us into a corner, we will fight, just like anyone else. This isn't an easy situation, Partisan. Nobody with half a brain would say that it is. But I'm not ready to go in guns blazing. Not yet. But here's the thing."

He gestures toward the young girl again, clearly the embodiment of something far older. "I am not sitting here, trying to disrespect you, your experience, your intellect. I'm sitting here with a great level of respect for what it is you're trying to do. You're looking out for my ass, you're looking out for my kind." He lifts his chin a bit, a sign of respect.

"I'll take it to my team. I'll meet you half way. There are people within the X-Men who would agree with you, and there are those who won't. But, I'm not burning this bridge. You read me?"

*

Partisan smirks "I like mutants, you're a good lot. You've been delt a shit hand, and you deal with it. You fuckers just the same, dropped the ball and then tried to play games with a girl who thought of me as her mother. Lunair though, is buddies with you x-men and I like Lunair an awful lot. She's a very clever girl, and when she thinks I should talk to somone I listen. She's not a mutant, she's my friend. You're not a mutant to me either, your a dude who's affiliated with some chucklefucks that did some severely uncool shit to me and some innocent people. So lets cut the bullshit for a moment, and I'm going to give it to you raw because Lunair thinks you're worth my time."Part pauses to drag on that cigarette. "My name is the Partisan because thats what I am, I fight for the people. The commonry, the prolitariat. I've killed just shy of two thousand Hydra in the last six months, and I'm doing this shit half assed. I don't care if you love me or hate me, X-man. I'm not doing this for you or anyone elses approval, nor do I need it. You do your work well, or at the very least stay out of my way? We'll keep going exactly like it has. I don't burn bridges, I bury bodies. If I wanted to fuck with you lot, you'd know it by now."

*

Lunair tilts her head. She listens, her eyes widening and an eyebrow lifting. The mutants did what? She looks between the two. She looks a bit worried for a moment, but she lets the two talk. This is a pretty intense discussion and she's doing her level best to keep an appropriate expression and keep up with it.

*

Scott nods his head a few times. He wasn't too well versed on what, exactly happened, but he knew enough to know who to go to. He sucks on his teeth for a moment, then smirks. "Well, I should be glad you aren't fucking with us," he answers. "I'll bring your ideas to my peers." And by that, he means the senior leadership. "They're solid. I'll give you that. And, for what it's worth? I don't condone anyone playing games with people. That situation will be addressed." Which means he's going straight to Nancy, and then to the people who were involved. He may not like the second half of Partisan's plan, but enough respect's been earned here today to warrant that much.

*

Partisan lifts both hands in a classic display of "nothing up my sleeve", before with a roll of the wrist and a -snap- she produces a business card which she slides across to Scott. "Talk to me if you need me, let me know whats going on so we don't stumble into one another alright?" Peering after Lunair to offer a wink and a grin. "It's something that happened with my last protoge, lets hope it's old news now. No worries."

*

Lunair is quiet for a moment, smiling a bit at the trick. Neat. "I'll be sure to -" Pause. "Do you want pasta or sushi next time?" She asks Partisan. Apparently, Lunair is thoughtful enough to bring the woman food regularly when she's working or something. For her part, she's sad to hear something happened to Nancy, but glad to hear it's being looked at. "They are both kind," She offers to Scott.

*

Reaching out, Cyclops accepts the card and tucks it safely away into one of the pouches on his utility belt. "You got it," he answers. Enough has been said here today; the man has work to do. Rising, he looks toward Lunair and nods his head, a sign that she's free to stay. "Watch yourself out there," he offers to both, before turning and heading out.

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