13618/Your home is gross

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Your home is gross
Date of Scene: 13 July 2021
Location: Brooklyn Sewers
Synopsis: There is something wrong in the Morlock Tunnels...
Cast of Characters: Wolverine, Marrow




Wolverine has posed:
    The sewers are deceptive to the senses. For most people it's just one steady stream of nastiness that they're aware of when they're down there without a respirator. Most sewer workers wear respirators when they're in the tunnels to at least be able to function, even though eventually the odour still does penetrate. But for someone like Logan, a man whose sense of scent rivals that of even a bloodhound... it is not an enjoyable thing. And it's deceptive.
    A crosswind, a shift in air pressure, a change in the locks and ports deep in those tunnels can cause one part of the sewers to lose its scent entirely while another dominates from another angle. It makes tracking difficult. Not impossible. Just difficult. And horrible in any case.
    So it is a testament to the man as he's down in the depths following a trail that seems to peter out at the end of one closed off tunnel. A mish mash of mired debris bars the way forward, yet the scent, the footprints, they seemed to lead up to this supposed dead end. It was enough to summon a scowl to the man's grim features as he turns...
    And makes ready to double back.

Marrow has posed:
Some areas of the sewers are actually downright pleasant. Thanks to a bit of engineering by those who live there. For there are beings who live in the tunnels beneath the city. Sometimes they are sewers, somethings abandoned subway tracks that are deemed unsafe for travel now. A little work and ingenuity, some use of abilities that were granted, and those areas can become a haven for the misplaced from the world above.

Such is the story of the Morlocks. And some other creatures who find themselves perhaps too different visually to blend in with those above. The Upworlders. Down here though, the ones who had been here longest, were the Morlocks. Named after a species in literature, somewhat tongue-in-cheek. They had lived here for a long time.

And many had died here. In fact, some thought the Morlocks gone. They would be wrong.

"Too easy," comes a voice from the shadows, a figure emerging from a darkened side tunnel into the meager light. The figure isn't one that is normal. Humanoid. Female. Yet there are bones growing out of her skin. Several are visible over her shoulders. Smaller bones, almost like barnacles in appearance at the moment, are growing out of her forehead, her red hair cut short and a bit haphazardly. "Did your nose lead you wrong? Funny how that works down here."

She has a pair of 'swords' in her hands, for they can't really be described as anything else. Though they appear to be made out of bone.

Wolverine has posed:
    A grunt is given back as the Canadian mutant rounds, his eyebrow rising. His gaze sweeps over her, she's seen it before, the glance. The look. Then from him it's either acceptance or dismissal as he looks away. Hard to tell with this one and then all he adds after another moment is a second grunt.
    One rough hand runs along the grooves of some driftwood that may have been fashioned into place to make the barricade more solid. His features twist into a scowl before he turns away and finally addresses the haggard-looking mutant with the bones in hand.
    "This is somethin'." He says, as if in way of explanation but not giving anything. Then he moves away, footsteps quiet even in that dank tunnel. "Dunno what yet."
    Then he meets her eyes. "You have any news?" Apparently not the first time the two have met.

Marrow has posed:
She moves toward him, those menacing weapons still in hand. Then steps past, reaching up to a niche hidden above the faux wall to place one of the swords she's carrying. Then the second is tucked in there, out of sight. Always good to have things in case they are needed and these had been ready to be extracted from her form.

Once that was done, she turned to glance back at him with a frown. "Not much new. I have my group doing recon. They have been testing the defenses to see if we'll be able to get in without falling under the influence."

Wolverine has posed:
    "We can get in." Logan says as he starts to walk back down the tunnel, heading away from the structure that blocked him and back to the cross-pipe room that served as a central hub where much of the sewers in this area branched off from. For now he was walking on a side path that was above and next to the throughway where all the refuse flowed by.
    "It's just gettin' in without bein' eyeballed too obviously. By whoever is watchin'." Since neither of them knew exactly how the psychic protections had functioned.
    "Worse comes to worst we can bust in and do this loud. But it'll be messy, and no idea how it'll fall out." Which has him shake his head before he looks at the tall mutant woman.
    "Any word on the kids? The cops don't seem to be makin' any headway." Which means it might well be this angle they should be working.

Marrow has posed:
"They're alive and being cared for well," Marrow responds as she falls in step with him. At some spots it narrows and she allows him to go first. Then she'd move back up next to him.

"The good news is they have no actual telepaths. Stone is their long range spy and I can get him distracted. Gene Nation is ready to go in as a foray, draw their eyes to another area of the tunnels. He is limited on how many places he can track at a time so we can overwhelm that."

She glanced over at him. "Give you and yours time to go in quiet and hopefully end this before it gets worse."

Wolverine has posed:
    There's a moment as he takes the lead that he looks over his shoulder while she's talking. They get clear and into the pump room with its thirty high ceiling and the iron walk ways all curved along the walls, where the pipes lead hither and yon like some tangled screen saver from the 90s. Very little light, save for a bit that creeps in from high above.
    "That sounds like a plan. Me and some of the others know the layout somewhat since we were here last. You get them to focus on the Southern entrance and we'll make our move from the North or the Northwest tunnels. Me and a few others will come in quiet and if needs be have some others on standby for rapid deployment if needs be."
    A pause as he pushes the sleeve of his flannel shirt up his rough forearm, revealing the black watch on his arm as he checks the time, frowning as he stands beside an old ladder that looks staggeringly rickety as it reaches upwards.
    "Give me two days."

Marrow has posed:
"We'll be ready," is the immediate response of Marrow as she pauses near the ladder, knowing he'll be ascending and returning to the world above. She isn't going to say thank you. Because that isn't her way. She wouldn't be talking to him at all but Callisto had insisted they needed help this time. To deal with the problem in the tunnels.

She turns then and makes her way the opposite from where they had started, heading for a juncture. She pauses there, glancing back at the ladder and up. A moment of reflection, a second of perhaps jealousy, as she watches him start to climb.

To a world of light and acceptance. For those who are pretty enough at least.