#vanished.start

[maximoffpietrc]

So far, Pietro had been a part of a few missions to find the missing mutants, but every operation had ended how it started: no clues, no leads, no hope. Currently, there was nothing for Pietro to do about it, and he hated waiting. He felt like he knew every conner of NYC by now, going from one place to the other and searching for ways to keep himself busy. He ended up taking a break in a cozy café that had some delicious donuts, sitting down with some cinnamon glazed wonders and trying to think of something to speed things up. “If nothing is working so far, isn’t it time to make some bolder choices? Every time I have an idea, people say it’s too impulsive, too risky or too illegal, but I don’t see why that would make them bad ideas.”

[diamondforged]

as if the disappearance weren’t enough to cause emma to lose sleep, sensing a disturbance along the perimeter was enough to get her out of her study and onto the front steps of the x-mansion. “there’s no point in hiding.” she calls out, frustration lacing her tone. the telepath prepares herself to call on scott or jean in case whoever has been plucking these individuals from their homes were stupid enough to show themselves. she’d need someone levelheaded there, because her next course of action was to paint the stairs of xavier’s with someone’s brains. “you can reveal yourself, or grant me the pleasure of dragging you out here myself.” 

[eddiebrck]

“trust us. the missing mutants are the least of your problems right now.” venom dropped from the fire escape overhead, landing with a loud thud behind the stranger. drooled spilled past venom’s tongue as it flicked from side to side. “eyes, lungs, pancreas... so many snacks, so little time...” the simbiote’s mouth stretched wide open, showing off his impressive rows of jagged teeth. “wait...” venom leaned down a bit to inspect their prey closer. his large opalescent eyes fixated on the stranger. the simbiote quickly retreated back into eddie brock, leaving only the reporter standing in the dark alley. “sorry about that! you’re definitely not who we were expecting.” eddie offered a dismissive shrug. “our bad.” brock stepped closer warily. “what are you doing out here, anyway?”

[clippedwngs]

karen sat at a small table that was crowded with papers, clues, truly anything to figure out the situation at hand . out of habit she clicks her pen a few times shuffling through the stack of papers for some sort of pattern. all of it fit together like a puzzle piece but she was missing too much information to figure anything out --- not that karen was much of a detective to begin with. she liked to solve things, she wanted to help but things were hardly ever that simple. 

“ it doesn’t make sense. " not that there could be some valid understanding for the disappearances. “ this city just seems desperate to destroy itself sometimes. “

[olympianwonder]

ever  since  the  disappearance  of  super  humans  became  known,  cassie  was  doing  whatever  she  could  to  help.  when  she  wasn’t  on  missions  with  her  fellow  teammates  she  was  doing  whatever  diana,  or  other  team  leaders  needed  of  her.  it  was  important  to  stay  in  communication,  never  knowing  who  would  be  next.  that’s  why  she’s  here  in  the  heart  of  gotham,  putting  up  flyers  about  those  who  were  missing.  turns  to  grab  one  of  the  stacks  of  papers  after  she  sets  her  bag  down  and  is  greeted  by  another.  “  oh,  hey,  sorry,  didn’t  see  you  there.  ”  smiles  lightly  towards  them.  “  are  you  here  to  help  hang  flyers?  we  could  really  use  some  help.  ”