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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?

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?

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KATHRYN W. WORTHINGTON
 Posted: May 18 2017, 01:49 AM
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Kathryn sat in the back of the luxury vehicle, absently rubbing the near invisible scars on her wrists as she stared out her window at the rainy city. The voice of her only constant in her life and chauffeuse broke the silence. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” Althea had a point, in all technicality she really didn’t have to go through with her two o’clock appointment. It had taken her weeks to work up to making the appointment, personally doing background checks and carefully selecting which information to share and what to keep to herself. She had used a fairly obvious alias to force herself to keep the appointment. If Jeremiah Guthrie hadn’t figured out that ‘Elizabeth Warren’ was actually her, Kat would likely reconsider hiring him as a private investigator.

“Yes I do.” Kathryn half heartedly smiled at her maternal figure’s attempt to comfort her as she continued to look out the window. She wished she could come up with some sort of sarcastic or witty remark or have Althea turn the car around and go home. It was a little late for that and she really did need the assistance. More importantly, she needed someone else to reach the same conclusions she already had. She needed someone who could potentially understand the gravity of what she may have figured out. She needed to know she wasn’t crazy.

The black sedan came to a stop in front of the less than subtle Magnus Recovery building. There was no sign of paparazzi or other intrusive parties. That didn’t entirely exclude the possibility that they were there, but Kat took it as a good sign. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait here?” The heiress nodded as she unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled sheepishly replied. “I’ll be fine, if anyone tries to get out of hand I’ll poke them with my psi-sword and fly away.” Kathryn opened her door and grabbed her umbrella and the soft leather attache case. Sticking her hand with the floral umbrella in it out of the open door and opened it before stepping out onto the wet concrete.

Kathryn stood there for a moment staring at the building before remembering to close the car door. This was it, the window of opportunity to bail on the situation was closing quickly. Sure she and Jeremiah had been friends as children, but even without taking the events of the war into account twenty years was still twenty years. People could change drastically in even a quarter of that time, if nothing else she was proof enough of that. It took a great deal of strength to take another step towards the building, and then another. Kat was overly aware of the movements of the seconds hand on her watch and the rain beating against the umbrella seemed to be louder than it should have been. She ignored these things and focused on each step she took until there were no more steps to take.

Altering the way she held her overly large umbrella so that she could open the door, Kathryn took a long slow breath and released it before entering. Once she was mostly indoors, she placed her hip against the door to hold it open so she could close the umbrella while it was still outdoors. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the re-purposing of what had once been the Harris Theatre. It seemed an odd place to put a bounty hunting slash private investigation firm, though with everything she had read about Joseph Maximoff the ostentatiousness fit his personal aesthetic. Kathryn only wished that she had worn different shoes, her footsteps seemed to echo on loudly and forever. Though truthfully, it may have mostly been in her head.

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JEREMIAH R. GUTHRIE
 Posted: May 21 2017, 02:07 AM
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An old photo had been pulled off the wall and the telekinetic detective was looking at it. The photo was a color picture from a "family" picnic. Probably the last one since things fell apart, now that he thought about it. The picture had a few memorable faces. Joe doing something horrible with his hair, Kat trying to look older than she was. David Summers taking time out from being a prick clown. Mort looking less angry and actually happy. Guthrie didn't remember his brother ever looking like that. It had been a lifetime ago. He squinted and realized that even Ewan MacTaggert was in the picture. Were any of them ever really this young?

Jeremiah Guthrie set the photo down on his desk and stared at his appointment book. He had a two pm meeting with one "Elizabeth Warren". The name was a fake. He'd done a background check and it didn't exist. Even the number that had called from was a burner cell. He spent time trying to track it down, but the phone was purchased in cash. Luckily, he'd managed to see some surveillance footage. The buyer kept her face hidden, but he got an idea of her build. The name was a rather large clue too. It was enough to give him an inkling of his past. Warren Worthington and Betsy Braddock's daughter. One of Jeremiah's favorite childhood playmates booked an appointment under a false name and went out of her way to hide the fact that it was her. It was a clear test of some sort.

After a little preparation, Guthrie brought a plate of cheese, sausage slices and crackers in and set it on his desk along with a pitcher of pink lemonade and two glasses. He'd tried to make the office a bit more homey. It wasn't every day he entertained an heiress and it was less common for an old friend to look him up after so long. He was fairly sure that this wasn't a social call. People didn't pop in after almost 20 years just to say hi. Especially under an assumed name.

Guthrie poured lemonade in both glasses and then leaned back, waiting. Mack would send her back into the office. That was her job. Jer didn't think Mack even knew who Kat was. As the door opened, Jeremiah smiled and nodded to her.

"Took you long enough, Katy. Though if you've come back to return the books I lent you, you're a bit late with them."
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KATHRYN W. WORTHINGTON
 Posted: Oct 8 2017, 07:29 AM
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Kathryn doubted the receptionist knew who she actually was, she had a hard times believing anyone that bubbly was capable of keeping any form of secret. It was her first real interaction with Quicksilver's youngest, she hadn't known want to expect and had found herself pleasantly surprised by it. Setting her eyes on present day Jeremiah in person for the first time in twenty years, was simply surprising. Were it not for the almost impish twinkle in his eye, she wouldn't have recognised him as the boy from all those years ago.

"Katy" The heiress couldn't remember the last time anyone had called her that. She couldn't decide if she disliked it more or less than being called 'Kate'. At least he'd figured out 'Elizabeth Warren' was her before she had arrived. Kathryn laughed, she had forgotten about the books completely. There was a lot of disorder in the childhood memories wing of her mind palace.

"I'm afraid your books were a little too flammable for war time New York." She set her umbrella down by the door, leaning it against the wall. Upon looking back up she spotted the pink lemonade and other snack offerings. "Pink lemonade." Kat opted not to hide her amusement. Of all the things he could have remembered... Though she supposed there were worse if not stranger details he could have used to establish his skills right off the bat.

Kathryn closed the door behind herself and took a few more steps into the room, keeping her attache case I hand. She slid back into business mode where she had grown to be more socially comfortable. "Thank you for agreeing to make time to see me. With the company's reputation, I'm sure you're usually quite busy."
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JEREMIAH R. GUTHRIE
 Posted: Oct 21 2017, 03:11 AM
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His childhood friend was all grown up. That was his first impression upon seeing her walk into the office. The way she laughed brought a smile to his face. There hadn't been much laughter around these days. The smile turned to a full grin when she told him about the books. "Ah figured as much. As long as you got to enjoy them before hand. Pop always said never to lend books. Always give them. Ah don't think he was talking about nuclear fire, but ah see his point." The detective let some of the accent he'd taken care to hide from most slip back into his voice. It was the accent of a younger, more carefree Jeremiah Guthrie.

Katy's amusement at the pink lemonade brought another smile to her face. "Burner phone, Katy. You were smart paying cash for it, but you let yourself get caught on camera by the clerk. Ah managed to slip him a c-note and he let me look at the footage."

Guthrie could tell she looked different than he remembered. It wasn't just the fact that they were both 20 years older. Katy Worthington looked like she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders these days. Her body language was guarded, hard to read. That in and of itself told him things. He knew that she'd disappeared for a period of time. 4 months to exact. The news had come while he was sitting in his cell in a military prison, awaiting court marshal. It had taken everything Jeremiah had not to blast his way out and go looking for her. His father, Sam had counseled against it and that was the only thing keeping there at the time.

"Ah always have time for you. You're one of my oldest friends. Ah mean granted, you'd don't call or write, but ah know you've been busy for the last few years. But, judging by your demeanor and the case that does not seem to have any comic books in it, you didn't just make an appointment to come catch up on old times." He leaned forward and crossed his hands on top of the desk. "What can old Jer Bear do for you?"

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KATHRYN W. WORTHINGTON
 Posted: Dec 4 2017, 01:20 AM
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It was almost strange to hear that Kentucky again after all these years. For a moment she could almost feel the world rewind to a simpler time. Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear the ambient noises of the Institute or the Guthrie's farm. On some level Kat was half expecting the door to abruptly fling open as Joe and Morty tripped over each other, looking for someplace to hide from whatever shenanigans they'd just been a part of. Nostalgia made for hazardous terrain and she had to remind herself.

These brief half thoughts also served to remind her what happened these days when she was startled. While she wasn't overly thrilled with having her back to the door, Kathryn took a few more steps into the room. She smiled and gave an amused little nod at the mention of the bearded man's father. "That certainly does sound like a Guthrie-ism." She cleared her throat a little and somewhat awkwardly asked "How, uh, how is Sam, these days."Too an extent she already knew the answer, but actually asking was a polite social norm. Kat did her best to hide her hesitance as she sat down on the chair across from Jer.

"I think I'm more surprised that their security cameras were actually functioning than anything else." She set the case down on her lap and casually placed her palms down on the soft leather. Allowing her hands to even casually ball was potentially dangerous, as getting startled or angry could lead to accidentally revealing one of her powers. There had been a time, embarrassingly not all that long ago, even so much as having a hiccuping fit would cause her to activate her sword. She had worked too hard to keep the nature of her powers a secret from the public to accidentally reveal them while discussing something as sensitive and stressful as what she'd come to hire Jeremiah to do.

He was being too generous with his mention of 'the last few years', it had been a great deal more than a few. Kathryn hadn't particularly kept in touch with anyone, at least not on a personal level. Sure, there was Victor and Kitty, but the last Worthington wasn't sure that that counted. She didn't even have any kind of relationship with any of the Braddocks. Pulling away from the world hadn't happened overnight, and most of the time she didn't even think about how much she had isolated herself. Then again, perhaps the latter was because there were so few people around who could or even would point it out to her. Kat looked down at her hands and nodded in acknowledgement and adjusted the bracelets she wore to cover the near invisible restraint scars.

She cleared her throat and looked back up at her old friend. "I am sorry about that. I..." Kathryn didn't know how to end that sentence. She certainly wasn't going to attempt to excuse her disappearing act and she wasn't one to lie. What was there to say anyway? 'I'm sorry, I just got lost somewhere along the way'? On top of his generosity he was also merciful in getting to the question of why she was there fairly quick. She had practiced this part repeatedly ever since she had decided to enlist help, but sitting there in front of her old friend it was suddenly feeling so much more difficult. Her reasons for picking 'Jer Bear' out of all the private investigators out there were good, but their history made everything feel more personal than she was comfortable with.

That little truth hungry voice in her head reminded her that in this equation her comfort did not matter. She cleared her throat and took a slow breath, pressing forward as quickly as she could force the words out. "As you may be already know, I am a mutant now. It was not a matter of sudden latent power manifestation, and I am of the it utmost certainty that I am not the only person this has happened to. I uh.." Kathryn raised her hands up of the case again and placed them back down on it, drawing attention to the case, but not trusting herself with her hands.

"I've compiled a great deal of information on events that have lead me to this conclusion. I really just need your help to find some of the other, uh, ex-humans. I already have a few possible leads." She moved her hands to unlatch the bag so she could retrieve some of the files within. Kathryn hadn't brought all of her information, she felt it wise to hold back. For some reason, her fingers just were not cooperating and she had to pause her actions.
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JEREMIAH R. GUTHRIE
 Posted: Jan 11 2018, 02:02 PM
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"Oh, he's good as can be under the circumstances. Runnin' the farm and trying to wrangle the rest of the circus that is Clan Guthrie."

Visions of the two of them playing at the Institute swam through his head. Not for the first time today, he thought of the picture and his old friends. He looked up and saw the shadow of himself, Gideon, looming over Katy's shoulder. The psychic construct wore a Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat and even had a coconut drink with a little umbrella in it. This was the last thing Jeremiah needed or wanted.

The construct looked Katy Worthington up and down and nodded approval, making the universal sign for "Okay" with his hands. And then he was gone. That was odd. Usually, there was some kind of commentary. Instead, today, he just decided to be creepy and leave. Jeremiah took a sip of his lemonade and nodded to Katy. "Ah was astonished too. They might be the only ones in the city with working cameras. But ain't no complaints here."

To say the Worthington heiress was tense was an understatement. Something had her all wound up. Or maybe this was simply how she was now. Jeremiah didn't really know anymore and that thought made him sad that he was unsure about how his old friend was these days. His eyes focused briefly on the case in her hands. It probably contained whatever she wanted to talk to him about, but the way she was holding it, made him think that it was desperately important to her.

Her apology caught him off guard The detective had just been joking, but he hadn't expected a genuine apology. Guthrie held up a hand. He kept his voice even, as if trying to rein his own emotions in. The careful way he changed his speech patterns settled back into place for a moment. "Don't. I'm not mad at you. I know you've been dealing with things. I haven't exactly been the best friend either. I was away when you were going through all that stuff and I wasn't exactly in the best of shape when I came home from the Corps. It's a two way street. I'm sorry, Katy."

Guthrie nodded at her explanation. He'd heard all of this through one source or another when checking up on her. He'd always assumed it was more than a latent manifestation, but could never prove it. When she paused opening the bag, he could see there was a lot going through her mind. Guthrie didn't need any kind of evidence. He'd take the case even if she had no evidence. That was what you did for friends. He spoke up.

"Okay. Ah'll take the case. Ah'll find whoever is out there for you. Ah'd do it even if you had no leads or any evidence." He offered her a smile. "But before you show me this stuff... Do ya need a hug? Because ya look like it, but I don't want to invade your personal space without permission."
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