Post by forge on Sept 20, 2006 9:45:52 GMT -5
(ooc: Okay, in an attempt to slightly advance time a bit, I’m pushing a few things forward. This last hour in the mansion has now taken three days!)
When Josh had stepped out of the elevator, Forge had greeted him warmly. The kid had taken a knack for being the resident healer, and he seemed to do so with good humor – though Forge could tell his adaptation to mutant life was less than comfortable. Still, he had respect for the guy, and admired his conviction to self improvement.
So it pained him to immediately turn Josh towards another task, treating him more like a tool than a person – but he did so in the best way he could, hoping the young man understood what an urgent day it had been.
He sent Josh immediately upstairs to Kurt’s room, where he could only imagine the teleporter had gone. The blue German had seemed slightly injured, and Forge had seen a certain emotional strain on his face, so he decided not to press him into revealing exactly why. Still, he needed attention, and so Josh was sent up.
About ten minutes later, he got a contact on his communicator from Logan – who apparently had just discovered a body in the woods, and the likely killer: the new student, Maggott. A quick re-scan of his email showed that the prints Forge had dusted for did indeed belong to Maggott – just as he recalled. This put the poor new guy in an even worse state of affairs… for now, he was both a murderer and a thief. Forge advised Logan to bring him in with caution, and got a snide comment in return.
Now Forge was in the sub-basement, in a small room designed for holding prisoners. It had a massive sheet of clear armored plexi-glass, and the X-Men could sit safely on one side, while the prisoner would be on the other.
Discussing it briefly, the X-Men decided not to call the police just yet, not until someone could either prove or disprove the kid’s guilt with mutant powers. There was inevitably someone at the school who could do just that. If it wasn’t possible in the next few hours, they’d call the police then. They just didn’t need the police back at the school one more time.
If this guy wasn’t the killer… then they’d need to find the killer, for he was at the school somewhere.
“Okay Maggott. Right now it looks like all the evidence is pointing towards you. How about you tell me your side of things? Did you kill that woman out there in the woods?”
When Josh had stepped out of the elevator, Forge had greeted him warmly. The kid had taken a knack for being the resident healer, and he seemed to do so with good humor – though Forge could tell his adaptation to mutant life was less than comfortable. Still, he had respect for the guy, and admired his conviction to self improvement.
So it pained him to immediately turn Josh towards another task, treating him more like a tool than a person – but he did so in the best way he could, hoping the young man understood what an urgent day it had been.
He sent Josh immediately upstairs to Kurt’s room, where he could only imagine the teleporter had gone. The blue German had seemed slightly injured, and Forge had seen a certain emotional strain on his face, so he decided not to press him into revealing exactly why. Still, he needed attention, and so Josh was sent up.
About ten minutes later, he got a contact on his communicator from Logan – who apparently had just discovered a body in the woods, and the likely killer: the new student, Maggott. A quick re-scan of his email showed that the prints Forge had dusted for did indeed belong to Maggott – just as he recalled. This put the poor new guy in an even worse state of affairs… for now, he was both a murderer and a thief. Forge advised Logan to bring him in with caution, and got a snide comment in return.
Now Forge was in the sub-basement, in a small room designed for holding prisoners. It had a massive sheet of clear armored plexi-glass, and the X-Men could sit safely on one side, while the prisoner would be on the other.
Discussing it briefly, the X-Men decided not to call the police just yet, not until someone could either prove or disprove the kid’s guilt with mutant powers. There was inevitably someone at the school who could do just that. If it wasn’t possible in the next few hours, they’d call the police then. They just didn’t need the police back at the school one more time.
If this guy wasn’t the killer… then they’d need to find the killer, for he was at the school somewhere.
“Okay Maggott. Right now it looks like all the evidence is pointing towards you. How about you tell me your side of things? Did you kill that woman out there in the woods?”
