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Axel laughs at the thought of driving a mini. "Never understood the idea of driving one of those. Aren't they just overgrown go-carts? Nah, I drive an old Lincoln. She isn't as gas efficient, but the construction is solid." Axel points at the blue Lincoln as they come into sight.
Axel nods up to Feliks. "You sure you don't want a ride? My car is pretty old, but you should fit inside."
Axel looks at the others. "Alright. Well, I can take you guys part way, assuming you live further out than I do. Otherwise, I can take you all the way." Axel nods toward the others and starts heading out. His car should fit the giant and the others...thank goodness for old cars and bench-style seating.
Hrm...do the PCs live in the same area?
Axel nods, though his CO can't see it. "Alright. I'm by the Alice statue in the park; need to grab my uniform. I should get into the station in an hour." Axel nods to some of others, and hops up onto the edge of the statue, so he has a temporary platform. For a second he almost loses his balance, but his wings flare out and he regains his balance. Huh. These are useful...hope Mom doesn't freak out. Axel winces a bit, but closes up his wings and looks at the others in the crowd. "Everyone, please get home. I just called in; reports of people trying to take advantage of the chaos. Try and go home in groups for now. If any of you have some open space to take in someone for the night who would have to go home alone, please do so. If any of you need an escort, I can take you as far as the Bronx." Axel hops off the edge of the statue, nodding in recognition to the others he recognized from the scene at the Doctor's office.
Ace stands up straight, looking around at those around him even as downy fluff starts falling off his arms and face. Ugh, and I thought shaving was bad. Seeing the situation around, Axel starts going around and trying to keep folks calm. His leather jacket is slung over his shoulder, revealing the under-arm holster for his Beretta and his badge.
That would be awesome. It won't cause a timeskip, will it? Also: Despite being on vacation, would Axel get called in as this situation might cause the NYPD to bring in everyone they can to keep the peace?
As a side note, the wings don't allow flight. They are just thematic till I take the feat.
As Ace starts to wander over to the younger of the two watchers, he collapses to his hands and knees as the very air presses down upon him. For a moment, Ace can't seem to breathe and then the gong sounds in his head. Ace sucks in his breath but then screams. The scream is the cry of an eagle as it falls upon its prey. Glowing blood starts to drip upon the ground as feathery down starts to grow out of his skin over his body. A pressure starts building on his back, a painful pressure, and Ace tears off his leather jacket. Wings, covered in dark blue feathers that glimmers with a forest green opalescence in the sunlight. His hands end in small dark talons and the bits of his formally black hair that can be seen from under his ball cap is now blue.
Axel pauses his train of thought for a second, and tries to recover. He's been told not to think about the kid in a coma; he now can think of nothing but a kid in the coma. "Yeah, that's some gift. Its been good talking to you Neal. Maybe I'll see you around, its a small city right?" Axel chuckles dryly at his joke.
Axel smiles at the kid. "I was wondering who had thought of that. Did you end up seeing him a lot?"
Axel nods at the boy. "Yeah, it really does. Did you know the doctor well?" Axel's tone is somber, but conversational. He's trying to prompt the kid to talk more.
Axel makes a note of the descriptions of the two men and the younger girl before he starts to mingle with the crowd a bit. The young man he wants to talk to first before he talks with the man in his twenties and the younger girl...but he'll let the young man talk to him first.
Keeping an eye on the crowd, Axel looks over the crowd. Such a public gathering has a good chance of bringing out the doctor's killer. He doesn't step up to say anything about the doctor, but keeps an eye out for anything suspicious and...well, more out of place than the folks with oddly colored hair and skin.
Axel comes in with the crowd, wearing his Blue Angel's cap and a comfy, roomy leather jacket. His beretta is holstered under his arm in a shoulder harness. Old habits die hard, he has a magazine in the interior breast pocket. He surveys the crowd, and makes sure his hat is low over his head. Today his hair...maybe it was the sunlight, but it seemed to be more blue today. Regardless, might as well keep the hat on tight. Axel pauses for a moment in front of the t-shirts before getting a black shirt. He balls it up into a pocket, he can always put it on later. He'll take one of the name tags, writing Blue_Angels_Fan on it before attaching it to his jacket.
Oh, uh, I posted mine in the RP thread. Hope that's ok.
Axel spends the rest of his week off relaxing. He goes to Central Park and sees a couple movies. All in all, he has a nice time off of work.
Pretty sure, yeah.
For The Doc: Blue_Angels_Fan: Sounds good. See you all there.
For the Doc: Blue_Angels_Fan: Sure. Meet up at Noon? Park Attacks: Blue_Angels_Fan: Ah, my bad. I keep forgetting tone does not travel through the internet well.
Park Attacks Blue_Angels_Fan: Chill there Batman, don't want vigilante justice in New York. Police have enough to tangle with. Any Pulsed a track/experienced with wild animals? The police do hire consultants. You know, like on Psyche, or Monk. For the Doc:
Dragonborn3: Was Alistair able to get a sample, assuming he signed an NDA?
Axel thinks about it for a bit. Well...so long as you signed an NDA you should be fine. Don't want to have a copy-cat start working the scene. Axel heads over to the person in charge of the scene, and starts to get things moving in the right direction.
Axel looks at the area with the crime scene. The tape is in place, but its going to be a bit before the ambulance can get on the scene. "Are you a forensic chemist? I mean, the department does use third parties to help with cases on occasion. The backlog is pretty tremendous."
I sense we will need the internet in campaign to help us solve this case...I think.
Axel stays back out and out of the way, even providing a statement when asked, since he is on vacation, he is basically a civilian. "Since I went on Vacation and I heard the reports on the news, this new group popped up on the web. When I heard of a local doctor who might be able to help, I thought I would take a closer look, make sure people weren't being scammed. I came to talk to him this morning after talking to Mr. Duncan." Axel nods at Alistair. "I was going to give him my card so he had a way to contact the police personally, if he thought he met someone who might be dangerous to themselves or others."
Axel takes in the scene for a few moments before firmly closing the door to the office. He looks to the others, including the (even shorter) man he met yesterday. "I'm going to need you all to stay here so the police can get statements from us." Axel pulls out his work phone, an older model cell phone that flips open, and hits '1' on the speed dial to call in to his precinct. "Hey Gary, I need a full crew down at the office of a Dr. Rassmussen. I have the scene sealed, and we need some statements taken."
Axel let's the door swing open, carefully looking inside the room before entering. One hand is behind his back, carefully just above his concealed Beretta.
Considering this is New York, early-mid September isn't too bad of a placement. You can get away with wearing a jacket, but it still looks odd. Now to find out what happened to our good doctor.
Axel's eyes narrow as he looks back at the door. "That's... unusual." He gestures for Burne to stand back, and reaches down to try the door handle.
Axel looks at the person before him. "I came up to talk to him about some of that have been happening. What's going on?"
Axel knocks on the door to the office. "Doctor Rasmussen?"
Ace wakes up early, eating some cereal before heading downtown to Doctor Rasmussen's office. It takes a bit to walk to the office, and he arrives at around 9:30.
"Doctor Rassmussen said that a lot of people have been changed by what he calls a 'pulse' of some sort. It seems that I can tell, somehow, who's been affected. We glow. Yours is golden, kinda, and bright. I've seen others that were reddish, green or brown." Alistair took a gulp of his latte. "I figured since you were sitting here such a long time, maybe you were following me. Just nervous, I guess. Never mind, sorry to bother you." He stands up, getting read to leave. Axel drains the last of his hot chocolate before standing up as well. He swipes a napkin off the table, and scrawls his cell number on it. "Here. If you have any questions or need some help, let me know. The city can be pretty unforgiving, and I can't imagine it being anymore so with whatever is going on now." He hands Alistair the napkin before leaving a five on the table, and heading toward the Doctor's office.
Axel chuckled. "Now I've heard of pregnant women glowing, but I'm not sure what you mean." Axel takes a sip of his hot chocolate. Axel lowers his voice. "Why did you see the doctor, out of curiousity? He helping your eyesight?"
Huzzah! The game has returned!
Surfing the net always has the possibility to lead one astray, whether it be with cat gifs or looking at the latest updates to Moonstuck. As a result, Axel almost didn't see Bearded until he sat down. "Hi, you following me?" His voice is rough, and that coffee he has smells very strong. Axel raises an eyebrow for a moment, then simply smiles. "Can't say I know what you mean. This shop has the best Mexican Hot Chocolate in the city." Axel gestures at the half-empty glass of cooling Hot Chocolate, and hits a button his iPhone, darkening the screen. "You new in town? Names Axel." Axel reaches across with his left hand, an opportunity to shake hands.
Axel finishes the Mexican Hot Chocolate, and pulls up the news, to see what has happened around the world. Bearded is certainly taking his time.
Axel finishes his Mexican Hot Chocolate, ordering another. He reviews his notes, two people moved to the top of his list. Tall, thin teenager. Knit Cap, odd color hair (dye?), trenchcoat. Asthma? Bearded man, stocky, short. Wild eyes. Looked directly at me, seemed surprised, not worried. If they are doing something illegal, don't seem worried about it. Axel quickly checks Safari, notices a new topic for a meet up in a cemetery near Columbia University. He signs up to meet with the unknown individual for tonight, the first of the possible meetings. I think its time I paid the good Doctor a visit once Bearded has left.
I am back now. Unsure how to jump back into things, however.
I might not be very responsive over the next couple days. My wife just went into labor.
Ace, from a small coffee shop inside the first floor of Rasmussen's building, watches the goings-on. He takes note of the people coming and going on his Iphone, the odd ones that don't look they are here for a business meeting or have a wheeze or a cough. He leaves his work phone in his pocket, silenced and with vibrate on. He sips the Mexican Hot Chocolate even as he thinks back to his patrol through Central Park last week. Its always been really dark in Central Park at night. Sure, some of the paths are lit with very feeble light and the areas near the road are lit up nearly as bright as day. However, some of the jogging paths and the areas near the lake are always dark as pitch. With the light pollution from the city, you don't get any starlight. On a night with a New Moon, well, you can't see your hand in front of your face. Except for tonight. There isn't a moon, and the sky is clear, but I can see everything around me like it was nothing. Everything is in black and white, and I can see the man in the Trench coat stalking the business woman through the bushes, sticking to the shadows. Most women know better than to walk through Central Park at night, but some still do anyway. Those are the ones who become the victims, and its to prevent that the Precincts rotate on patrol duty through Central Park. I follow, slowly closing the gap between Trenchcoat and myself. It doesn't take long for me to get in range to capture him. I just have to wait for him to do something illegal. The stalking charge would be weak, too weak to stick. Unfortunately, he decides to up the ante as he leaps from the bushes, pushing her across the path. I follow, quickly, pulling out my gun. He tries to force himself on her, and I shout. He doesn't care and continues, so I kick him in the ribs, and I hear one snap. He rolls off and I cuff him. She is in tears, and I call for back-up. The report is odd, but I do what I can to explain away how I found him. I use some half-truths, mentioning that I saw him leave the path and decided he was acting suspiciously. He admits to it fully while in the hospital, the case is pretty open and shut without much issue. They decided to give me the week off, starting today. I wouldn't of thought twice about the oddity of being able to see perfectly in the dark had my hair not changed color the next morning, and my blood not started glowing. It took about a day, but I found #UnknownPower. I have been monitoring the Meet-Ups forum ever since, making sure these 'synchronicities' aren't being used to take advantage of others. Pulling open a new window on Safari, Ace double-checks the site for new hits. A couple, but nothing new under the Meet-Ups section. He takes another sip of his Mexican Hot Chocolate as he puts his earbuds in and listens to Pandora. The song is Harappa, by E.S. Posthumus.
Well, if White Wolf is prevalent, why not a varient on the Changeling books? Make it look like a play by post board? It could be a variant of pbphud.com, nicknamed Power from within or something similar?
I can post an intro for it, but I am unsure where we would be all meeting up. We do have a varied background, now that I look at it.
Alright, what do you think? |
