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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

Notice: Human Division employees are still much needed, even if they're depowered mutants. We would also love to see more MHA, Morlock and Purifier affiliated characters.

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EVA V. RENFROE
 Posted: May 9 2016, 08:25 PM
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In a city that had felt so big and limitless, Eva Renfroe couldn't have been more claustrophobic. The tall buildings that had once given her a sense of comfort and familiarity, loomed overhead with their thousand eyed windows and deep shadows to block out the sky she'd grown to enjoy. Here she couldn't see her enemies coming from miles off. For all she knew they could have been within ten yards and closing before she was even remotely aware that she was in danger. Castle hadn't made any promises to keep her safe when he forced her hands and made her return to Illinois. Eva hadn't asked for that security either. Other than her life, she couldn't fathom anything else that could be taken from her at this point. She'd been stripped of pride, vanity, wealth, and a perfectly good arm. It was worse to know that the responsible party was employed by her estranged mother's company. Eva had come to terms with the reality that her old life was gone. All she had left now was building a new one.

On this front, Max had been helpful. He pointed her in the direction of folk that needed assistance. The majority of her time was spent in the underground city known as the court of miracles. It was a safe haven for mutant kind and they didn't need to know her name to accept the medical expertise that she was gladly offering. When she worked there, Eva went by her middle name of Vivian. Granted when it came to the finer work that required surgical precision, Eva was just there to assist the glorified physicians that lacked the schooling but had the hands. All in all, the work was clumsy at times, but it filled her free time with something worth getting out of bed every morning... Something that made her feel normal again. Today was no exception to the new usual. The morning was spent working the few mutant that were in need of her services. The AM shift had yielded a fractured ankle, two cases of acute bronchitis and one lad needing stitches on his brow after coming home blackout drunk the prior evening.

Before heading out for the day, Eva set the ankle and wrapped it in a soft cast. Gifted some antibiotics to the pair of coughing bookends, and assisted from a distance while her assistant stitched up mr. gin and tonic. She didn't have an apartment to call home. Time off was difficult for her, even before the new life. Habits like workaholism were just as much a part of Renfroe's DNA as her new found 'gift' of mutation. She kept the sweater's sleeves rolled down enough to obscure the majority of her prosthetic arm when she stepped out and onto the street to go and walk herself back to the crappy abandoned building where she shared living space with another half dozen displaced. Thankfully, it was still within the loop so she didn't need to deal with the stress of passing through a checkpoint and getting her face to chime Division's recognition software. Fake IDENTs worked great for most people living off the grid. but in her case, she didn't want to press her luck.
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SONNY Z. LEBEAU
 Posted: May 31 2016, 06:44 PM
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Ever since returning from the failed mission the others had been nagging him to go see the lady which was in charge of looking after the family health wise. Sonny didn’t really put the woman in charge of anything. She’d offered her services and Lebeau didn’t ask any questions about herself. It wasn’t any of his business what she did in her personal life or her past. The only thing he was concerned about was that she checked out and wasn’t about to lead a strike team down into his small kingdom. Andrew Blackwell had tried to do that. The kid made himself fit right into the small society. He had numerous friends, even for a kid who didn’t talk all that much.

Daniels’ had been the one that had been most up his rear end about seeing to his wound. Sonny had reluctantly agreed to an impurity house call. The wound in the left side of his gut was seen by the Egan fella. He’d down a decent job of looking after it, before getting Sonny to one of the many entrances to his kingdom. They had a decent supply of stolen goods, some of which were strong pain killers. Most of the time Lebeau just like to medicate with bourbon, but Daniels’ had a point. He wasn’t good to anyone dead or bedridden with an infection.

By the time he’d stumbled into the space which the woman named Vivian usually worked she was already gone. The son of Remy Lebeau didn’t really pay the woman but he was carrying a bottle of decent bourbon, hopefully something that could suffice as a decent tip. ”Hey Sonny, you lookin’ for that lady fella? She took the East tunnel.” Sonny nodded his graduate towards the older looking Morlock. He’d recognized the old timer from days long past. The guy was part of the original gang along with his mother. So few original members were left, but he couldn’t save everyone.

The king of the underground tried his best to catch up with the medically trained woman. His aged cowboy boots slapped against the concrete floor as he strode with a purpose. He didn’t even really notice the damp, smelly confines of the sewers anymore. Even so he withdrew a pack of unfiltered cigarettes from his pocket. Withdrawing one he quickly lit up and exhaled as he made it to the surface. In the distance he could see the woman just start to cross the street towards a rather disappointing looking living space.

”Hey, wait up.” He shouted after the woman before she entered the building. Looking both ways Sonny strode across the street and towards the short haired woman. ”Ya got a sec. I miss ya back home.” The act of getting up with the leggy woman was enough to make him almost want to keel over, his breath was a little ragged. The jacket and black shirt at least covered the bandage that had been placed over the gunshot wound entrance and exit.
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EVA V. RENFROE
 Posted: Jul 18 2016, 10:11 AM
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The hovel that Eva called home now, wasn't luring her with a burning need to return. It smelled like unwashed transient life and kerosene trash can fires. The "bed" was an old discarded futon mattress that she'd managed to spray down with disinfectant and deodoriser, but it did little for the stains. God how she missed Egyptian cotton and a decent box frame. Sleeping on the thing had started to make her hip and lower back twist themselves out of whack come morning, and given her condition, a masseuse was off the market. Eyes stayed on the sidewalk, shoulders stayed straight and tall. There was no correcting that particular facet. Eva Renfroe had lived in an environment of strict expectations and slouching had been among one of the first things trained out of her. She had Lucinda to thank for that gift. She, among a whole slew of nannies had helped fill in when her parents were otherwise occupied with their personal lives. It got better when mother was away in England and it was her and Dad. Eva's father didn't run through caregivers, maids and drivers like they were Kleenex. So at least for a time when she was living in South Africa, Eva had a sense of what it felt like to bond with the carbon copies.

Here, she made it an effort not to bond with anyone. Renfroe was sure she wasn't the only mutant to want to keep to herself. There were plenty of displaced people just wanting to be left alone. And if they knew what she was before, she doubted very highly that her squatter's homestead would be sanctuary. Steam from grating in the street billowed out and around her as she walked without breaking stride across the road toward the building. Further down, she could see a van marked St. Jude's that was passing out blankets and meals but she ignored the desire to get something to eat. Maybe later she'd do something about the grumble in her stomach, but for the now, she just wanted a few hours off the clock where she didn't have to smile and pretend that everything was going to be alright.

Slumping the shoulder bag higher up, Eva turned to start ascending the cement stairs in from of her building when she heard the scuffle of shoes and caught the aroma of burning cancer. The doctor knew who he was by sight. Though she'd never spoken to Sonny LeBeau in person, Division had extensive files on him and his late family. She idly wondered if they still had an APB out on him or if he'd managed to get himself out the hot seat. Doubtful, especially if he was sporting those old wounds care of a strike a solid tip, as was the rumour. Teeth dragged over her lower lip at the approach. Great, he wanted something. Eva nailed on her best face for one in one social engineering and gave him a small upturn of her lips. "Something I can help you with Mr. LeBeau?" He really did have the worst timing. The blonde would have given all of her eyes teeth to avoid this conversation, but if he was up on the street and away from his doting masses, she was sure he was like a dog with a bone until he got what he wanted so it was just easier to stand and deliver.
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SONNY Z. LEBEAU
 Posted: Oct 3 2016, 11:56 PM
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He was grateful to have caught up with the woman. She hadn’t quite made it into the place that she called home. It wasn’t a great neighborhood, but who was he to judge. Sonny’s home was underneath the streets. Not that he was going to judge the woman for her choice of where she hung her hat. In the distance he could hear police sirens. There was no doubt that they were probably on the look out for him and his kin, but it was doubtful that he’d been seen. Plus they sounded like they were going in the opposite direction. Eyes focused back on the doctor once he determined that.

”Ya left before I could holla at you.” The older man took a drag off his stick and then released the build up in his lungs. The smoke lifted into the air and disappeared. Sonny wasn’t beyond manners. He took the lit, rolled up tobacco out of his lips and offered the doctor a drag. ”Just wanted to thank ya for lookin’ after my kin. It’s a tall request for someone to do so. Not to mention we haven’t actually had a chat.” Saying with a sly smile. He of course found the woman attractive. Lebeau had seen his fair share of deformities. As a child he’d spent time with the original Morlock gang, not to mention his own mother had a unique gift. Sonny wasn’t quite sure if she was a mutant, or if she just lost the limb in an accident. Either way it didn’t bother him in the slightest to think she was attractive.

”If there’s anything I can do for ya, please let me know. I’m a man who knows how to get things and get things done. So if there’s anything ya need girl, I’m here.” It was an offer he didn’t make to a lot of people. Sure he spit the line out a few times to get someone in between the sheets, but it was about fifty fifty. ”Ya can call me Sonny. Most people do. I prefer it. No need to stand on such manners. We’re friends here.” He leaned against the railing that lead up to her building. His eyes studied her, wondering what made her tick. Sonny hadn’t heard a peep of what she’d desired for working on his family, other than the usual things. Medical services weren’t cheap, but sometimes people desired more than money.

Sonny himself didn’t desire much in life, just the safety of him and his, and the occupational woman. Perhaps drinking was in there as well. It didn’t hurt to have a drink now and then. Woman ranked pretty high up there though. Even higher than having money. He didn’t grow up with a ton of cash, so he didn’t really need to have it. Remy saw to it that they had at least something coming their way. It wasn’t much, but it helped out a bit. ”Ya hungry. How about we grab some grub and perhaps make an evenin’ of it.” He crossed his leather clad arms as he raised the cigarette back to his lips to take a drag.

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EVA V. RENFROE
 Posted: Nov 1 2016, 10:20 PM
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Lips spread into a strained smile at the kind words from the Morlock leader. He was trying. She commended him for making an effort. Surely he housed a huge contingency of the city's unwanted. Intel from Division had hinted at this community for some time. But as any good leader worth his weight, Sonny LeBeau had managed to keep his people off the radar. Nevertheless, scenarios like this one tickled her unconscious wonder at how this exchange would have played out before her transformation.

She kept up the mute act, nodding at the words about wanting to thank her for the contribution of working the medical needs of his people. He didn't have to offer the words. The work was one of the few slices of normality that kept her from going frayed at the edges. Theoretically, this exchange of thanks should have been going in reverse. Had he and his kin judged her on her handicaps, Eva would be at a complete loss for how to fill her time. Granted the work she was providing now didn't hold the glamour of being a specialist, anyone with a first aid kit and half a brain in their head could do the work, but it was something.

"Vivian, if you're keen on dropping formality." Eva didn't want to drop the formality. She wanted to keep the divide of clinical relationships with the group, but again she suspected that Sonny Lebeau would press the matter until it became an issue so on this point, she gave him some leverage. And really, what was that old saying 'tell a lie enough times and even you will start to believe it'? "I'm hardly a friend. I barely know you. But I'm not ungrateful of the space and people you've provided so that I keep doing the only thing I know how to do."

Internally Eva was berating herself spewing out the half truth. What she loved were puzzles. None of these cases were puzzles. broken bones, stitches, it was first year medical all over again. It was the shit work that was better left to the fresh graduates still drowning in student loans. This wasn't at all what she was destined to do with her extensive genius and education. Breath sighed out at the offer to buy her a meal. Food was on her plans for the future, and something other than a can of mystery meat heated over an oilcan fire would be preferred, but spending time with the unwashed Morlock leader was a strain.

"I don't honestly want to make a night of it. I'm knackered. But I'd not pass up a bite to eat."
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SONNY Z. LEBEAU
 Posted: May 7 2017, 01:12 PM
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The woman was playing an odd game. She wanted to help people but didn't want anything for herself, other than to be left alone. Sonny hadn't run into many people who didn't desire anything physical or wealth based. In his extensive years of experience, people simply weren't wired that way. He could rationalize that she wasn't working for free. Time and effort had been spent setting up a place for the doctor to live. When she first fell into their keeping, care of Max Castle, she had made it clear that she didn't want to live beneath the streets in his underground network of housing. This was not a big shock. It wasn't a lifestyle choice. Living amid waste and under the drip of a major metropolitan city was something born of necessity, Vivian was eye-catching, and the esthetic of her shaven head and makeshift arm did little to mask the bone structure she'd been granted at birth. The contrast was hard for Sonny to ignore. Not many of his kin were lookers. "You help my people, that makes us so." The scruffy, long haired king shrugged and put both hands in his jean pockets.

His brow wrinkled for a second at her vernacular. Sonny had no clue what knackered meant, but from the context his best guess was that it meant she was tired. The king from the underground couldn't understand being knackered after her light task work. Cuts and burns weren't something greatly time consuming, he'd done his part with patching up the injured, these were simple things. but what did he really know aside from the basics. By his guess it wasn't the work that had drained Viv's energy, it was the interactions with people. He knew introverted people well. Most of the Morlocks were introverts because of a physical deformity or a criminal record. This one though, she had her reasons and they weren't as black and white.

Whatever the motivations, she was keeping it to herself. Sonny wasn't about to press her for answers, but he did want to grab a bite. "I got some green on me. We can grab somethin' that ain't in a can. If yer up for it, a decent drink?" The leader offered, shifting his weight from one leg to another. The money in his pocket wasn't a great sum, enough for him and maybe two or three other people to get fed. As they walked further toward the busier food traffic and a variety of street vendors he felt the first twinges of hunger. The thought of a meal had his stomach gurgling with anticipation for something more than his usual fare of 'aluminum flavored' basic nourishment.

"Ya got a partiality for what ya like?" Sonny asked with casual ease as he took a step closer to the beauty before him. Even from the distance she smelled different. It wasn't a bad perfume, helluva lot better than what he was accustomed to. It wasn't like he was a stranger to women. Sonny had a number of partners. Sex was a pretty casual affair in the underground community. Sonny took it in with the same laissez-faire perspective as his counterparts. "Alright darlin' I promise to keep my hands to myself." The commentary bubbled out of him with a light chuckle and an upturn of his hands in a defensive posture at her flinching withdrawal. Sonny had no intention of forcing himself on Vivian, but that wasn't going to stop him from flirting with her, that form of communication was his primary means of talking. It was a tried and true practice to wear down and put at ease the gun shy. Maybe, he mused, by the end of the night he could get her to smile so that it didn't look like she was hurting her face with the effort. After all that's what dear old dad did with his peppery girlfriend from the x-men right? -Worked at it until she was tighter with him than Belladonna ever had been.

"I ain't exactly sure what's around these parts, it changes daily as far as street carts go, but we can check it out." Right hand raised out of a pocket and ushered her to continue following him down the street. It was true that Lebeau didn't know any places to grab a good bite around this block, he was worldly... but to a point. When it came to putting sustenance into his gullet, that was something that came as an afterthought. Meals filtered in from the luxury spots like a falafel stand, went with priority to the young kids in their protection. Sonny was the benevolent leader who made due with home cooking or eating at the breakfast table of a topside friend. Nevertheless, he was determined to get on her good graces via food. He was no fool either, eating in a restaurant, even a commonplace burger joint wouldn't fly, not with his general presentation of person. The King of the Morlocks didn't care about looks, he surrounded himself with figures that society deemed not acceptable to fit in, but from anyone else's vantage point, he looked like a bum; so street vendors was the best of options. "So what's a pretty little thang like you doin' practicing medicine in the sums? Why not some fancy upscale hospital?"
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EVA V. RENFROE
 Posted: Sep 26 2017, 05:14 PM
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'Nope, you're stuck with the drippy guy for a few more minutes. It wants to make small talk.' Practiced at the art of lying, Eva was able to maintain the neutral expression. "Food is food. Preferentially, I'd choose something with nutrition, but I've given up hope on finding organic anything in these parts of the city." Conversationally, she was harder to read than a professional poker player. That is, until his motion to step a bit too close had her flinching and leaning away. His glib, brush off made something inside prickle up. It was old instincts. The part of her personality that she had to forcibly repress, now that she was a freak. What Eva wanted to do and say was terrible. Again, her features remained placid and even tempered. The instinct to roll her eyes, and tell him she cringed because he smelled like armpits, dirty hair and cigarette smoke went back into the drawer.

Renfroe let him lead the conversation. It wasn't difficult. Sonny loved to hear himself talk. She observed this flavour of narcissism in her professional life too. The setting wasn't part of the equation, it was the chain of command and more often than not, the age old glass ceiling. Eva had come to expect the paw of dirty hands, and the smile of crooked teeth. It was no different here than in the outback. It didn't matter how straight she kept her spine, how clearly she spoke, how thick she lacquered the veneer of being fine... they all wanted to try and be the big damn hero. Everyone maybe except Castle. Maybe that was why she preferred his company. The Punisher didn't talk much, he didn't try to smooth things over with necessities and he never patronized her intelligence.

'He's stopped talking. He's asked you a question. Manners dictate that you should respond.'

Prying her eyes away from the wet street and the way the neon lights flickered and bent over anything with a reflective surface, she gave the unwashed Florida native a brief morsel of her attention. This wasn't a question that warranted an answer. It was evidenced by the stump at her side even without the severance package of reverse pungency. "Conflict of interest." Boy she really was digging her heels in at giving the guy nothing. Dr. Renfroe wasn't famous for her bedside manners. She'd been as guarded and reclusive even before the incident, except then she had a penthouse, a room full of designer labels, and her own rooftop indoor swimming pool. She was going to have to try and little harder now that she had nothing to lean on aside from her copiously watered down medical skills.
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NICHOLAS HALDEN
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The Underground. Nick wasn't a fan of going down to the place, but it was usually the best place for him to come across certain tech components that weren't strictly legal. He always paid cash for everything. That was usually the currency of the Underground. It wasn't like you just showed up to a black market with a debit card and a winning smile. That would get you sent to a nice cozy cell somewhere, real quick.

Nick had been introduced to the Morlocks by a friend of a friend a few years back. He'd done a few minor jobs here and there, for them and in return, when they got things that he might be interested in they let him know. Inevitably, that meant that Nick would show up to their little city with coin and buy more new and exciting semi legal tech. Thanks to calls like this, he'd managed to get his hands on a few jammers and some other nice toys that made it harder for the government and his rivals to track him. In return, he gave the Morlocks intel and occasionally made sure that sums of money from ATM hacks and other methods flowed into help with their economy. They had a good partnership going.

He pulled up his leather jacket and wandered deeper into the Court of Miracles. The backback he was wearing had his lucrative haul tucked inside it. A jammer, a military grade encryption module, and an older satellite uplink. The uplink was the exciting part. If he could use it to start up a few abandoned satellites, then Nick could set up his own private network, which would be very useful for the coming days. Part of the deal, was that he never asked where his stuff came from. He just looked at the inventory, and if he liked it, then deals were made and coin changed hands.

The college student didn't have any complaints or questions, but he still wanted to thank Sonny for the haul. Between this stuff and the OP that he and Rich pulled a few weeks prior, he could keep the Morlocks a step ahead of Division for a bit too. He'd make sure to mention it to Sonny. It seemed like the least he could do for the sweet gear. Glitch, as he made sure he was known here, was directed by several other folks towards street level where Sonny had last been seen.

He whistled, trying to catch LeBeau's attention and then promptly froze for a moment. Admittedly, he had not been expecting to see Vivian turn to see him. There was a moment where his mind became a blue screen of death. He could feel the reboot kicking in now. Glitch blinked it off and then looked at Sonny. "Wanted to thank you for the heads up on this stuff. Really going to help. Might actually be able to expand on some security here." His mind was going about 300 miles an hour and his mouth was struggling to keep up.

The hacker looked at Vivian and gave a wry grin, not minding LeBeau's presence. He could still be amusing without crossing Sonny. He didn't want to bite the hand that supplied good tech after all. "Don't suppose I might be able to get a check up while I'm here? I think I might be coming down with something."

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EVA V. RENFROE
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Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Eva had been so bent on trying to find a reason to keep the meal with LeBeau short and lacking personal details that she wasn't at all prepared for the arrival of Mr. Halden. The slip of showing something true was brief but Nick saw it. How could he have missed it, really? Her mouth had fallen agape. It was enough of an etiquette faux pas to evoke a rigid memory from her youth of tutelage under an inflexible governess. Recollections of the hard unforgiving clack of teeth snapping together at the slap of that woman's hand under her chin was enough to tighten the laces on her cleverly constructed person suit. Her stance changed. Back straightened, arms swung around to her back, hands holding each other.

'No this is too formal, relax. - He's not here for an inspection. This was a surprise for the young man also. Breathe. Find a happy middle between slack jawed moron and adamantium resplendence.' The monologue of advice her mind was feeding her felt calm and as always, blunt. It was wise to listen to it. It was usually the thing keeping her alive. "Oh I'm not so sure about that." Eva knew at this point she should be smiling, so she put a convincing one on for display. "You seem the very picture of health." Arms loosened from around her back with a natural looking gesture. Dr. Renfroe was very used to the delicate dance of body language and refining the role. Right now, she was playing a consummate professional,

Sonny did not need to know of her social life.
Nicholas did not need to know the exact nature of her arrangement here with the Morlocks.

"Mr. LeBeau if you will excuse me I'll take a raincheque on the sandwich. - Mr. Halden, may I have a word with you before I am off?" Her prosthetic hand was already clenched tightly on his bicep and she was escorting him down the side walk like a schoolteacher dragging a student to the principal's office. "Are you following me? - Did my mother send you?" She knew he looked familiar, but was her memory tracing him back to Division? Was he one of the plainsight agents meant to blend in with society and glean intel for the strike team? She knew it was only a matter of time before the word of her return tot he city found the right channels. Getting drunk with him, revealing things. That had been a mistake. Now she needed to know if he was friend or foe. This was too much coincidence, running into each other like this in a city this widespread.
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