The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Rage and disappointment reigned without doubt inside her mind. Echoes of a distant scream could still be heard. It was a simple word that was stuck into her mind, refusing to fade away. No matter if it was a scream or a whisper heard only by her ears, she refused to voice it.
NO! No. No. No…
It echoed again and again until it was barely a whisper and just when she thought it would stop it returned, louder, sharper than the last time. It burned the insides of her head. A pain that was far worse than any physical wound she had suffered. One that she refused to express.
No. It wasn’t happening.
~*~
35 minutes earlier.
Alexandra yawned, boredom visible on her face, while a hand reached for the remote control lazily. She lay on her side, a hand supporting her head, the other extended slightly in the direction of the tv, remote in hand. Without looking for anything in particular, she started to change the channels, frowning slightly every time an image appeared on the screen.
Perhaps if someone hadn’t entered the living room she wouldn’t have stopped from this routine. Alexandra glanced absent-mindedly at the boy as he looked around the room, maybe searching for something or someone then with a disappointed look, turned around and left. Shrugging, the molecule manipulator turned her attention back to the tv, finger already hovering above the button.
It froze there as her eyes narrowed in recognition. The images, taken from a helicopter, she presumed were more than familiar. It was her hometown. Her attention was quickly gained by the movements of little black spots on the screen. It took her a while to realize that those were people. And it took her even longer to realize that it was a fight. Perhaps it wouldn’t have presented such interest if from time to time, white, blue, orange and red flashed upon the screen. Lightning, fire and ice appeared for a moment only to disappear again only to make room for others.
What was happening?
A blue rectangle appeared at the bottom of the screen, white text shining bright against it. << VIOLENCE AND GENETICS: Mutant Registration Act approved only makes the street war worse.>>
WHAT?!
Sound reached her seconds later. And it took even longer before she could put words together so they would make sense.
- Senator Kettler’s mysterious death blamed on mutant fanatics. - Riots take place all around Romania. Streets of Bucharest filled with humans asking for the ‘mutant menace’ to be removed. - A protest against mutants ends up with the death of three X-Gene possessors. Authors remain unknown. - A mutant child is gravely hurt while at school. Parents blame humans. - Mutants strike. A peaceful protest ends up with the death of 8 men and 1 woman. An organization of mutants named The Underground threatens that if the mutant persecution does not stop more deaths will follow. - Romanian Government takes in consideration a second Registration Act. - November 1st. The Second Mutant Registration Act is approved. - Streets turn into a battle field. Mutants refuse to be registered. Numerous citizens are caught in the crossfire.
Her body shot up while she continued to watch the screen with a blank stare. That.was.not.happening.
~*~
As if it wasn’t enough, the phone rang. Distracted she reached for it and answered. Slate. He told her that she’s having a new mission. She needed to go to Romania. The X-Men were invited too and she needed to make them take her too. As if it ever mattered what the X-Men said. That wasn’t the problem. She didn’t want to go. There were buried the secrets of her past, deep under the rubble of her former home. There, the war was her fault. It wasn’t fair. All she did was for preventing another Registration Act. Another war.
~*~
Alexandra lay in her bed, her eyes closed, her face serene. It might have looked like she was sleeping. She wasn’t. Her mind was having its own private war inside. Meditating didn’t help and if she didn’t find anything to do to calm herself, soon. She would break.
Blue eyes snapped open as she pushed herself up. Yoga. It always calmed her. It needed to do just that for her now. Teeth were gritted together as she walked over to her closet, movements were quick and brutal as she changed her clothes with a plain white baggy top and matching shorts.
Alexandra eyed the yoga mat with a look that gave the impression that she was about to shred it to pieces before she walked back to her nightstand and picked up her iPod. After putting the headphones on and clicking a few buttons Evanescence’s music rang loud in her ears, covering any other distracting sound. With her shoulders lowered she walked to the mat and seated herself on it and started to bend her body for the first yoga position in the session.
Half an hour later she was still practicing yoga. Unfortunately, without much success at the calming herself part, she admitted as the muscles of her face tensed up again to form a frown. Images moved fast in front of her closed eyes and all showed only one thing. War. Her war.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 10, 2009 11:50:39 GMT -6
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Thoughts rushed through his mind as he watched the television, all training sessions and missions for the X-Men just got forced out the window to make room for the giant epidemic that broke out across the Atlantic. The words were repeating themselves over and over again as Sam clicked rewind on the television down in the war room and he frowned again. Pencil in hand snapped in two as the chair he was sitting in shook along with the table he was sitting at.
Slate had mentioned, this might happen and ask had asked for assistance from not only himself but the X-men as well. Although he was skeptical of the young leader Sam could hardly refuse the plea for help when it dealt with matters this serious. Agreeing to help Sam sat and waited for Slate’s prediction to come true. As he watched the news report yet again Sam was sure it was time to take action.
Streak, Shin and a team of new and old recruits would take a commercial flight to Romania while he Kaz, and two others would take the X-Jet and find a good location for a temporary base during their stay during this ordeal. If he could help it he was going to make sure the casualties on both sides would be cut down next to nothing.
Twenty minutes, and he told Kaz to meet him at the X-Jet, sent Sara a message and tried to think of his battle plan. Lack of information was something he disliked, even with the dragon speak jems he wasn’t completely confident about the situation, which was why he was approaching Alexandra’s door hesitantly. He didn’t know if she had heard about it or not, rumors at times were too horrible to believe but he hoped that she had watched the news herself.
Sighing as he knocked on the door ready to ask his forth member to accompany him, Kaz, and Sara. She knew the area the best after all that was her home right? She should know it better than anyone right, so wouldn’t she be more helpful that a jem that transcended languages? ”Al?” Sam asked as he walked right in not really fearing the repercussion of barging in his girlfriends room.
Eyeing her with her headphones in and her eyes shut Sam walked into the room and tapped her on the shoulder before he realized that this was the first time he had been in her room… shaking his head and focusing Sam tapped her again and said, ”Alex, it’s an urgent mission and I will be needing your help!”
The frown on the molecule manipulator’s face deepened as she fought the urge to throw the whole yoga session out the window and just go break something. Yes, she had plenty of things that could have easily satisfied her need to see something shattering, something being destroyed. She wanted to yell but she couldn’t. Teeth were gritted together as she fought the images flashing inside her mind over and over again as she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault.
There was a tap on her shoulder. Then another.
Without a second thought, Alexandra pushed herself forward and in the same time rotated her body so she would face her opponent, legs resting underneath her, one hand on the floor for support while the other was extended forward. Blue eyes barely glanced at the vase that rested on top of a small end table. Activating her powers, Alexandra rushed the molecules toward her assailant’s position, flowers falling on top of the wood, water splashing against the surface. She didn’t even bother to see who it was when she stopped her control over the molecules once they were near enough her attacker’s head, letting physical forces to do the job.
Too late did she noticed that her assailant wasn’t an assailant at all.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 10, 2009 16:25:15 GMT -6
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Hand outstretched reaching for Alex who was no longer there. Sam blinked once and then realized that her hand was outstretched, looking at her scared face Sam turned his head to hear something drop. Watching something fly at him Sam turned his head as fast as he could, neck whip lashed and something hard shattering on the side of his head. He was all to surprised by the string of events that just happened, Alex ducking away faster than he had ever seen her move before and the thing flying out at him.
Without much reaction Sam fell to the ground holding the side of his head, letting out a small grunt of pain before he bit his lip holding back a string of curses. Hand slamming down on a piece of pottery Sam felt a sharp pain in his hand as well. Hand now bleeding and a small trickle of blood running down the side of his head Sam tilted his gaze to Alex, who still looked shock from the situation. ”The hell was that for!” he asked as he eyed the blood and sighed as he started biting his lip again as he rolled over onto her floor looking up at the ceiling.
His vision blurry for a second Sam breathed in and then tried focusing his gaze still in shock from the entire situation. ”Was this because I came into your room? I even knocked!” Sam said his voice turning into a plea as he tried to focus some ice on the hand that was bleeding. If he could hold the bleeding for a bit he figured he could stop by Doc’s and then take off right after.
”I came here because there is an emergency mission that requires your attention…” sighing again and breathing in deeply Sam counted to ten as he focused on the ceiling hoping he didn’t have a concussion from the blow the worst part was it only added to the headaches that he had been having ever since the Pharmaceuticals lab. ”One hell of a greeting for your boyfriend…” he asked his tone a quite one as he silently counted.
Distorted images started to become clearer and cleared with each second that passed. Lines that moments before were just an undecipherable blur became sharper and sharper till the point the molecule manipulator could perceive the image in front of her eyes. Eyes still widened from the shock, Alexandra let her mouth to open slightly as recognition kicked in. That was Sam. Sam. And she had just broken a vase in his hand. A hand reached to pull the headphones away but…
Words made no sense in her head. She could see his mouth moving but her ears only heard a buzz, one she could not understand. Alexandra blinked slowly. Then she shut her eyes tightly for a couple of seconds, until sounds started to make sense to her. With a small gasp she opened her eyes and looked at Sam, worried. The hand she had been holding up was lowered slowly.
Her movements were slow this time and a bit uncertain. Alexandra moved to Sam’s side, not even feeling the pain when shards of broken pottery were embedded into her hand. She just moved her hand away, her head appearing in front of his face. “Sam?...” She paused as she scanned the damage she had done to his head. Teeth were gritted together, her hand twitching slightly as she wanted to touch him but changed her mind. “I’m sorry. I’m… I don’t…” Alexandra closed her eyes again. How was she supposed to explain this? She wasn’t herself. Why? Oh, you know Sam, I just started a war back home. Think that’s enough? She gulped down, opening her eyes, worry written all over her face. “I’m sorry.” she repeated, sighing again.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 11, 2009 22:45:28 GMT -6
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It made sense she was apologizing, surprise attacks made a good reason for an apology. Sighing heavily again he looked up into Alex’s face her expression showed that she was truly apologetic. She hovered over him her hands over his chest as he looked down to the pottery that covered the ground where he had fell and where she was now kneeling. ”You should move… I don’t want you getting scratched up…” Sam said as he planted his hand on the ground and crunched his abs as he tried to sit up.
One hand bloody and his head now trickling a steady stream itself Sam let out a small wince and a gasp as he looked around her room. Focusing on the walls and the decor some things stood out other things blended in with the surrounding as his eyes trailed from her bathroom to her bed and then back to Alex. ”Did you really need to hit me for coming in here?” Sam asked as he had a feeling that this wasn’t the reason she attacked him.
The look on her face was one he wouldn’t soon forget, dozens emotions covered his face and he thought about the most logical answer for the canvas of emotions that covered her face. It seems that much to his displeasure she had discovered the Romania Registration act. Her home was being turned into a prison and a place of fear like New York had become not to long ago. He knew she would be upset about this, the question was could she control her emotions long enough to do what she had to do to make things right?
Sighing as he tried to stand up slowly Sam breathed and lost his balance feeling a head rush that caused the room to momentarily spin. ”Are you alright?” he asked her as he reached out his good hand hoping she would help him catch his balance then help him to his feet, ”I take it I’m not the reason your upset?” he asked his tone turning into a sincere one as his pained expression tried to turn into a sad look of sympathy.
”You should move… I don’t want you getting scratched up…”
Her injured hand unconsciously moved out from his sight, the only give away being a stain of blood upon the creamy carpet. Blue eyes watched concerned the stream of crimson red liquid that trailed down his face as he tried to get up.
”Did you really need to hit me for coming in here?”
Alexandra remained silent, only her eyes loosing their focus for a few moments. Of course she didn’t hit him because he came into her room. If not for the turmoil of emotions taking place inside her head, she would have been happy, very happy to see him. Instead, she looked at him silently and distant. Her mind was already miles away, anyway. With mechanical moves she jumped up to her feet and extended her harm-free hand to him to help him get up, blatantly ignoring his question if she was alright. She wasn’t.
”I take it I’m not the reason your upset?”
Alexandra glanced at Sam’s expression, sighing slightly. He was trying to understand her and she appreciated that but unfortunately he couldn’t. No one could, anyway. “No, you are not.” And with that, she made her retreat inside her protective shell, distancing herself from Sam. She didn’t want to go further into details on why she was upset. Facts were already whirling inside her head, sharp and heavy and speaking them out loud was far away from helping. Blue eyes trailed to the bed for a moment, then, back to Sam. “Sit.” Her voice, once again cold and distant as she gestured toward the bed.
Pivoting on her feet, she headed to a closet and after a few seconds of rummaging trough a drawer she pulled out a small white towel. Like a little good infirmary assistant, she didn’t have a first aid kid inside her room. So Sam would need to be fixed with whatever it was at hand before taking him to pay a visit to the doc. “What’s the mission?” she asked absently as some of his previous words came back into her mind. As she spoke she glanced for a moment at Sam before walking to the bathroom. She reached the sink in a few seconds … instead of turning on the water she placed her hands on the sides of it, head hanging down as she let out a hiss, hidden from Sam’s eyes.
Alexandra gritted her teeth again in an attempt to keep her emotions in check. Biting her lip she straightened herself, watching her reflection in the mirror for a moment. A hand reached out to turn on the water.
Ice cold water hit her body, making her gasp as she took a step back, then another and another until her back hit the wall. With widened eyes, she watched the water sprinkle from the sink like a fountain. Did she do that?
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 12, 2009 8:55:32 GMT -6
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On his feet and walking to the bed where he was commanded to sit like a dog, he followed her orders without any resistance. Sitting on her bed and let out a sigh looking at the hand covered in ice while his free hand was placed upon his head in an attempt to stall the bleeding. It was clear there was no way he would be able to bypass the trip to see Doc before the flight. Last thing he needed was to crash the X-Jet in the Atlantic due to some trivial as fainting due to blood loss.
Looking over to Alex as she left the room to go to the bathroom Sam heard some water running, ”I think you know what the mission is….” he paused as he heard some footsteps and a spraying sound, worried from how she reacted to him walking into her room and tapping her Sam got to his feet and fell back on the bed, ”Is everything alright?”
Sam knew the answer to that rhetorical question she wasn’t all right and it was clear that she was distressed how distressed was she? Sam wasn’t sure but he hoped that she was still willing and able to accompany him on the mission, if not he would have to go without her. If she could keep control of herself then she wouldn’t be much help, more of a worry for Sam than anything else.
Getting to his feet slowly and making his way towards the bathroom Sam puttered along with small baby steps his chest rising and falling as he made it to the door way. ”We have to go to Romania….” he trailed off as he walked into the bathroom his eyes focusing on Alex, who was back against the wall and the faucet sitting water down then up into a water fountain. ”Alex?” he asked as he took a step close to Alex his hand outstretched trying to grab hold of her so he could help her keep focused.
Drops of water continued to fall upon her skin joining the previous ones as she was starring blankly at her newly found fountain. Blue eyes moved slowly to where the water faucet used to be and that now was just a metal mess on the sink’s white surface. First she attacked Sam with a piece of pottery. A successful headshot, she thought as she remembered the bleeding Sam in her room. Now, she had just created herself a fountain in the bathroom. Why the hell wasn’t she keeping her emotions in check? This lack of control over her powers hadn’t happened in such a long time. Why now? Why when she needed to be composed and able to complete what she had in mind?
”Alex?”
The molecule manipulator blinked. Eyes remained on the water for a few more seconds before turning her head to the side to see a concerned Sam. She breathed in silently, before extending her own hand to him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Fingers rubbed his hand for a moment before letting it go and turning her attention back to the sink. Sighing softly, she walked toward it. Once she made the first step, she activated her mutation, consciously this time, and focused on the running water. Most of the water that was in the air froze for a moment there, only a few drops reaching her or the floor. Once she had reached the sink, the water began to move around her, heading back to where it came from. When all of it was inside, the metal started to move as well, step by step reforming the water faucet.
Deactivating her mutation, Alexandra reached out to turn on the water, hopefully in the old fashion way too. An inaudible sigh of relief left her lips as the water poured out of the faucet. After placing the towel underneath the running water for a couple of seconds, she turned it off then rotated her body so she would face Sam. Placing a small smile on her lips she walked toward him with a ‘nothing happened here’ look on her face and reached out to the side of his head, towel in hand. “So, we’re going to Romania? How much time do I have to get myself ready?” she asked as she wiped the blood off his face as gently as possible.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 14, 2009 11:56:25 GMT -6
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Eyes staring curiously at Alex as she focused on reversing the mistake she made with the faucet Sam remained silent for a moment wondering if it was the best idea to bring her along. It was her home after all so wouldn’t she want to go? Sighing slightly as he felt the wet towel on his head Sam’s eyes locked with Al’s eyes, although she was focusing on his gash Sam tried to read her thoughts hoping her eyes could paint a picture of her emotions.
Her dabbing was gentle and he would have to thank her for that. Eyes following a drop of water down her face down to her chin, only to drop off onto her chest. Eyes widened as he realized what she was wearing. Wet…white….t-shirt!?!? he would have to thank her for that as well but now was not the time or place to linger on such sights. His eyes not moving from her chest Sam spoke softly, ”We were supposed to be leaving within the hour… but…” Sam sighed as he shook his head and wincing forgetting that Alex was cleaning a wound.
”I think I will have to post pone the flight till Doc heals me…but there is something else…” Sam said his voice getting softer and softer, ”I know you want to come but I don’t know if your ready yet…” Sam said his voice turning into a stern one. He wanted her to be there with him, for more reasons than for the sake of the mission but still, if she wasn’t ready he didn’t want to bring her for his own selfish reasons.
His eyes fixed on Alex’s eyes, ”Can you help me to Doc’s?”
Alexandra focused her attention on cleaning up the wound while listening to Sam. That is, until he mentioned the fact that she might have not been ready to go. Then, her eyes snapped at Sam, giving him a sharp look. She was truthful with herself. She was far from ready to go back to Romania but that didn’t mean that she’d stay in New York while she let her mess to be handled by someone else. And she made sure that Sam got that. “I.am.fine.” she spoke, her voice imposing and demanding.
Blue eyes trailed back to the wound and although she knew it would hurt him, she pressed the wet towel on his wound. The molecule manipulator hoped that Sam got the fact that she was doing this to stop the bleeding and not to prove her point.
”Can you help me to Doc’s?”
“Hmmm?” Shifting her eyes at Sam, Alexandra blinked slightly, his question only now being registered. “Oh, of course.” she said, lips curling up to form a smile as her eyes softened. “After all, I did this.” the molecule manipulator added as she took the towel from Sam’s injury. “Let me go get changed and I’ll take you.” Her leg moved but quickly stopped as she extended her hand toward Sam, unclasping her fingers from the formerly white fabric. “Hold this pressed on the wound.”
After handing the towel to Sam, her figure slipped past him and back into the bedroom, heading for the closet. Opening the doors, she glanced at the multitude of colors and fabrics for a few moments before picking up a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. Hidden behind the opened door of the closet, Alexandra undressed herself, carelessly throwing the wet items behind her. After spending another half of minute to get herself dressed again, she pushed the doors closed and turned her body around, ready to get back into the bathroom and attend Sam.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 14, 2009 23:06:40 GMT -6
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Though she seemed convinced that it was best that she joined Sam and the team on the X-Jet Sam wasn’t so sure it was the wisest of choices. She made it clear that her powers were effected by her mental state and if she was mentally unstable because of her home turning into a camp for mutants, he wasn’t sure that she could manage to hold her complete control of her powers. As she pressed the towel in his head and told him to hold it he was too afraid protest the idea, at least for now once he was healed he would be more than willing to protest.
Waiting till she poked her head back in the bathroom where she had left him Sam approached her and rested an arm around her as they headed to Doc’s office Sam’s eyes trailing every now and then on his watch that was on the arm that was wrapped around Alex. He now had forty minutes to get everything ready for Sara and Kaz who he had instructed to wait for him at the jet.
The walk down to the infirmary was a quite one for the most part, Sam tried to refrain talking just because he didn’t want to upset Alex more than she was of now. As they entered the infirmary Doc Prof was sitting at his desk looking at some paper work. That’s when Sam decided that he needed to tell Alex to stay put.
”I know you want to come but… I don’t think it’s the best idea…” his tone adopted a stern tone as he turned his head to Doc and gave him a small nod as he removed the towel that covered the gash on his head, ”Always knock!” he said as he tried to make light of the situation knowing that it wouldn’t be that easy.
It was for the best that no words were told during their walk to the Infirmary. The last thing she needed was someone arguing with her while her emotions were out of reach. But… it didn’t last anyway, for Sam felt the need to tell her again that it was the best not to come. Her head turned away, her jaw line sharpening as she gritted her teeth together. Letting out a hissed breath to vent out the anger she turned her attention to the doc.
“Hi Doc.” Alexandra greeted the doc but her usual good attitude was visibly missing. The doctor arched an eyebrow at her and Sam as he placed both the paper and the pen he was holding down. “So… what happened? You caught him with someone else and smashed a vase into his head?” The older man chuckled slightly only to meet a sharp glare in return. Coughing slightly, he got up from the chair and walked over to them, avoiding looking at a pissed off Alexandra.
Seeing that the doc was closing in, Alexandra waited for a few more moments before slipping away from Sam. The molecule manipulator bit her lip as she walked away, back turned to the two men and stopped by one of the tables. Picking up the first random thing that she laid her eyes on, she started to play with it, blue eyes watching the movements of the shiny metal absently. “You should hurry doc. We have a mission in less than an hour.”
Could you tell that Alexandra Kettler was stubborn? That she was blatantly ignoring her superior’s order. Her muscles tensed as she waited for Sam’s answer… and just to prove that she was fine, every piece of metal that was within two feet from her started to slightly change shape.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 15, 2009 13:37:41 GMT -6
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Sam found it somewhat odd whenever he had made a joke Doc would show little to no Sense of humor but when the timing was awful he had managed to come up with a joke of his own. Trying hard not to laugh but only managed to let out a snort Sam eyed Alex and shook his head into a serious look. ”Not the time for jokes Doc.” Sam then proceeded to give a wink to the old healer hidden from Alex less she would see fit to launch something else at his head.
The cold tingling sensation that Sam had associated with the healing from Doc tickled his wounds the skin re-growing quickly as they had begun to close. ”Right…” said Sam as he looked to Alex, who was clearly ignoring his orders. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because she assumed it was a request from a boyfriend or an order from a superior. Watching the metal change shape around him he looked back to Alex and sighed again, ”You’re doing it again…” he said calmly as Doc continued on the healing.
Doc looked around shook his head and then continued on his work at healing the wounds as Sam cleared his throat, ”You know what Alex, go get your things packed and meet me at the hanger, then we can get going, I doubt Sara and Kaz are there yet anyways.”
Hoping that she would be egger to get everything ready Sam hoped that she forgot that both Kaz and Sara could beat him to the X-jet from where they were, after all both could top speeds faster than 300mph.
The tool she has been toying around in her fingers was dropped back on the table as she looked at Sam over the shoulder. “Doing what again?” she snapped back at him then turned her head back to glance around the table. Of course, nothing was wrong when she looked. Sighing, she walked to the sink and turned on the water and placed her injured hand under it. Seconds later, she was turning the water off, watching as the last remains of water and blood disappeared from the sink. Grabbing a bottle of wound disinfectant she poured a generous amount of it on her hand, biting her lip as her whole hand ached.
”You know what Alex, go get your things packed and meet me at the hanger, then we can get going, I doubt Sara and Kaz are there yet anyways.”
Alexandra frowned as she placed the bottle back on the cabinet and turned around watching Sam with suspicious eyes. Did he give up so easily? “Fine.” Suspicion still in her mind, Alexandra moved from her position and started to walk toward the door. “I’ll be there in half an hour.” The molecule manipulator stopped by the door, eyes locked on the doc. “See you, doc. ” With that being said, Alexandra exited the infirmary, throwing one last suspicious glance at Sam. He’d better not plan something or else…
