M'gann M'orzzNom de Guerre:
Remnants of the Justice LeagueTime:
Saturday the 3rd of October 2015, 00:31Location:
The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central GothamTagging:
Arthur Curry/King Orin
M'gann had found similar patterns of kidnappings on one of her patrols, and she had found it curious, to say the least. There had been a street urchin that lived outside her apartment building, a young man that was a nice enough fellow, but he had no prospects, no support beyond the occassional charity that people felt kind enough to toss his way, herself included although the martian had given more than money. She had gone out of her way to give him soup and other simple things of the same. She understood what it felt like to be without any hope, and while the circumstances were different, the similarities were enough for her heart to go out to him. So when he inexplicably went missing, M'gann had went out to search for him, and had stumbled across the same thing someone else had, another friend long missed. For the moment though, the martian was camouflaged, hoping to track down the young man that made a habit of sleeping between her apartment building and the next building over. With the recent string of missing persons rising inexplicably, M'gann had a bad feeling something more was at work here than your average runaways getting tired of living on the streets. And with clues pointing to people being smuggled out of Gotham against their will, her fears were becoming more and more present. The cops wouldn't care, even if they had enough people to investigate the case, so that left people like her and her close friends.
With her telepathic range extended as far as it could go as she continued her flight over the city, M'gann cocked her head to the side when she picked up a familiar, but unexpected, presence on a nearby rooftop as she flew towards the docks. What was it with bad guys and old boats the martian would never understand, but she pushed that thought to the side and lightly landed behind the presence she had picked up, her defenses up in the off chance the signature she had felt wasn't who she hoped it was. But a quick scan with her eyes said that it was indeed another Atlantean, one of Orin's few close friends, Garth, mage and warrior Tempest of the Atlantean army. She visibly relaxed as she compressed her telepathic field immediately and let her camouflage drop away, revealing herself to the man on the roof. She kept her voice low though, aware of the fact he was likely here for the same reason she was. "Garth! It's been too long!"
She called out softly, and held out her hand to the mage before her, her amber eyes alight in the darkness of Gotham's rooftops. Nodding to the nearby docks and the people milling about, regardless if Garth took her offered hand or not, she'd walk up next to her old friend as she let her gaze settle on the area before them. "You're here for the same thing I am, people disappearing? The few leads I had led me here, so it's not surprising to find you here, although why are you here? Shouldn't you be in Atlantis?"
Switching to purely telepathic communication, unless someone came along that could sense her use of her powers, M'gann looked to her side, wanting to see Garth's face when he responded. On the other hand, Orin was in Gotham, but that didn't mean Garth had to be. Even so, she was happy he was, the joy radiating through the psychic link she had immediately established upon recognizing the mage said as much, but she was curious as to why Garth had also left the underwater kingdom. Something was definitely going on if both the King of Atlantis and one of his trusted allies was in town, but they had an immediate concern to worry about.