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.
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((OOC: For an explanation on how Isabella's powers work, click here ))
Isabella Slump sniffled as she stood outside the City Mall, shaking her head and attempting to dry her red, tear stained cheeks. She wore a sleek, red dress that looked to be pretty much in tatters and wrinkled from head to toe. Her sweater was half off her shoulders and her lipstick was smeared and faded beyond repair. Only one eye lid still has the fake eyelash extenders still on straight, while the other was half falling off. The woman looked like a clubbing mess, a woman who had been out too late and woken up just too damn early and into an emotional mess of where-am-I’s and how’d-I-get-heres.
Well, that’s how she looked anyways. That is not necessary what happened.
Yesterday was a whole different story for her. Isabella was your standard frumpy dressing, wallflower. Throughout high school she went unnoticed, average in everything (sports, math skills, literature, social status, etc), and the same story still occurs in college. Or at least it did until yesterday. See Isabella was never one to believe in Valentine’s Day, having never experienced a relationship that did not last longer than a shower. So whenever the day rolled around, it was a particularly ignored.
This year, it was different. Feeling very lonely, the woman decided to go out to a club and try to best to achieve some kind of human connection! She would accomplish this…or she would never try again. So, breaking into her savings for a skin tight, red dress, a makeover and enough money to drink her way under the table, she set out. But, in this particular club, she found that they were selling more than just Seabreezes.
It seemed as if she had been picked out of the crowd from the start. A handsome man ushered her to the side, whispered that she could achieve her greatest heart’s desire…all she had to do was buy a sample of M…the latest thing that could turn anyone into a god. At first she was going to say no, that she was not into that type of thing. She hated mutants anyways! But…then she began wonder. Should she? After all...whenever she saw mutants on TV, they got to have all the fun. It just was not fair. And that thought alone was all it took to convince her. She practically paid her life-savings for the ambrosia of the god’s…and it delivered.
Before she knew it, the second she swallowed that small capsule that held the power of the cosmos something amazing happened. She found herself touching people all night and they, in turn, said that she began to smell like peaches and butterscotch…at least that when the many men and women around her said as they pressed in close to her on the dance floor. They said she smelled sensational, like the first time a lover sees their soul mate, or the breeze of a gentle Spring day! Either way, she felt absolutely great and on top of the world to have all this attention! And that feeling followed her all the way home…along with a posse of men and women.
The night had been a blur, a haze of embarrassment, lust and passions. In the morning though, it all became too much! She was exhausted but nobody wanted to stop. They pawed and clawed at her, begged her to return to bed before the turned to each other to continue with their wild escapades.
Disgusted, Isabella fled her apartment without bothering to change her clothes. She was exhausted…but…the passion was still there. Someone respectable had to fall for her new founds abilities right? Right?! There had to be some worthy beau out there who could fall under her spell and treat her right. There had to be.
That is how she found herself outside the mall, staring as young loving patrons wandered in and out. They looked as if they were all buying gifts for their significant others or other loved ones. The thought made her immediately long to be a loved one of somebody! She had that last night, but was starving to have something deeper this time. Someone had to be affected by her powers that did not want the fun times only driven by lust. Somebody had to be affected that would love her. Actually and factually LOVE her.
She sniffled again, running her sweater sleeve under her nose and wiping away the dripping snot and tear mixture. With that she stormed into the mall and looked about. The fancy red decorations of Valentine’s Day hung everywhere and gleamed mockingly at her. She could not stand it so instead of just taking it, she turned, intent on her mission. Immediately she reached out and grabbed the nearest person.
A balding, middle-aged man of a stocky frame, dropped his bag of gifts as he turned and threw himself on his knees in front of her.
“Ooooh please! I…I don’t know who you are…but…you are so alluring…” he said as he pawed at her legs. “So…mesmerizing…so beautiful! Have me! Please!”
Disappointed, Isabella shunned him and stormed further into the mall. This only led the man to crawl after her. Her powers were strong as they coursed through him, causing him to release his own attention getting pheromones. As he crawled after her, another pair of women caught his scent and immediately jumped on him, clawing for his attention. They in turned released their own pheromones which attracted others and so on and so forth until a mob already began to break out behind her ever step. Isabella paid them no heed though.
Her true love was out there…and she would find him.
((OOC: Have at it MRO! And remember, I know we’re dealing with passions here so PLEASE keep it clean!))
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Feb 14, 2011 21:54:04 GMT -6
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It had been a pretty bad idea to come to the mall on Valentine's Day, which Gina came to realize quite gradually. For one, there was a frenzied crowd, not nearly as bad as Black Friday, but it was still pretty frantic. People who'd forget their loved ones until the last moment running amok in a scramble to get their lover a gift. Gina sighed heavily, sketchbook open in her arms and mechanical pencil in hand. Despite the crowd, they still seemed alert enough to give her a wide girth.
Gina loved Valentine's Day, there was not getting confused over that, it was just that she disapproved of the "buying your love's affections" with meaningless trinkets. Why limit to showing how much you love someone to one day a year? It should have been an everyday sort of thing. Gina gave a wistful glance in the direction of a panicked man darting into a JC Penney's. What did she know about love, anyways? She was only fourteen. And, truth be told, Gina hadn't really given a romantic relationship a thought, anyways-- it'd take a really nice guy to fall for a girl that looked as demonic as she. Or a blind one.
Gina gave an annoyed sigh at the depressive thought, brushing it away as quickly as it had come. Gina did, however, know of one thing that she loved-- shopping, though she did it differently than most. Her wings wouldn't allow her to try in most unmodified clothes, and so she went around, sketchbook in hand, sketching rough drawings of dresses or shirts that caught her interest. Then, she'd return home, and sew up an almost identical replica of the outfit, except with holes in the shoulders to accommodate her wings. So, she was really shopping for inspiration more than she was shopping for clothes. But, it was still shopping, and she enjoyed it.
The clamor in the mall was immense but, with the aid of echos, she heard a shout downstairs that really snagged her attention. She paused in her doodling to peer over the railing, off the edge of the balcony towards the commotion. A girl who looked positively torn apart was being pursued by a man who seem crazed with adoration.
"-So mesmerizing! So beautiful! Have me! Please!"
Gina laughed, half-confused as to whether or not he was just being a goofball, or if he was really drooling over the girl so obsessively. She envied the other girl, a little, but was also a bit frightened for her. What a creep. Stifling her laughter and cupping a hand to her mouth, she hollered, "You'd better have him! He's gaining on you, Miss!"
With a chuckle, she returned to the dress in the window and continued her drawing. Little did she know, as the man pursued the lady down the hall, more joined in the brigade, and a dangerous virus was generally wafting into the air and making it upstairs, towards the walkway where Gina stood. It oozed into her longs and took hold like a vice. She didn't notice it at first, as the dress she drew was in an enclosed window, and so she couldn't therefore see anyone.
Gina was like a ticking time-bomb of love, just waiting for someone to come within eye-shot or within range of the pheromones that she now emitted. And she was none the wiser.
Another year meant a new wardrobe. Last year's dress clothes had been gotten rid of to make way for the new ones. It was a yearly ritual for Cosmina even if the clothes in question didn't get worn. Tomorrow she would scour the high end shops for what she would actually buy. Today was all about amusement and seeing what the general public would be wearing. Well that and watching the folly of others. It was St. Valentine's Day, a commercialized festival that celebrated the societal idiocy known as love. Today people wasted perfectly good money on pathetic trinkets for people they thought they adored with all their heart. In reality they would likely be doing the same thing the coming year for someone else entirely.
To start with Mina had walked the jewelry stores where men and women dropped ridiculous amounts of money on polished rocks. Then on to the confectioners and florists where they bought food that would be eaten and flowers that would die for inflated prices. All the while she laughed at their utter foolishness. Then it was time for lunch. On today's menu was a cheeseburger from a cheap eatery in the food court. It wasn't exactly five star cuisine but it would do. The meal was entirely uneventful and left Mina sipping at a large soda.
While she was so occupied she began to noticed an upswing in the noise in the mall. Looking about people seemed to be going mad in the distance. Well she hadn't planned for a riot today but she could fit it into her schedule. Perhaps the laypeople had finally realized how mind-numbingly moronic this holiday was? Anything was fine by Mina. This would bring some much needed excitement to the shopping trip. As Mina stood up she smelled something amazing. She had no idea what it was, she couldn't see anything in front of her that could smell that good. Forget the riot, she'd have to hunt down whatever or whoever smelled this amazing!
Nothing said 'I love you, Svetlana, please love me too' like a good… chocolate? No. He could accidentally make her fat. Teddy bear? No. Too childish. He needed an adult's gift. Maybe… perfume? Jude bounced between Valentine stalls like an ADD humming bird until he caught the most fantastic scent.
It was something like toasted honeysuckle. Like skin after it had been in a sudden spring downpour and then it was sun baked in a field of flowers and sprinkled with kissable sugaring each pore.
He had to have it.
For Svetty, of course.
A woman trailed her fingers down the side of Jude's face unexpectedly and he jumped. It was… her? Wide eyed the eleven year old looked up at the woman. She had lovely lips and her face was everything. Beauty. Life. And very suddenly it was gone. Blinking Jude looked down the courtyard and saw that the woman that had been stroking his face was tackled by a stranger. He would save that woman who was beauty incarnate! He would… get sniffed by a stranger?
Another stranger leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead. Admittedly, he was a catch, but he had a duty to… he was uhh… Oh, well if someone wanted a kiss, who was he to argue?
((OOC: feel free to insert yourself as any of these or be none of these. I just wrote something for funzies.))
Posted by nevermore on Feb 15, 2011 15:53:07 GMT -6
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Wayne DeLacy did not like shopping malls one bit. They were crowded with people. Lots and lots of people. So why had he brought himself here? Well, some lady coworkers at the library had been talking about how much they would like to receive a gift from someone on valentines day. He figured he would be a nice guy and be the one to get them that gift. He didn't really spend his money on much anyway and this might make him seem less creepy to them. Maybe he could garner their friendship!
So he sort of hunched over, only glancing at shops as he passed them. He saw some cute things in the windows, but he didn't have the foggiest idea of what to get a female friend for valentines. He knew all about the romance bit but there was no one he was interested in at the moment.
Wayne was a tall man, or perhaps average. He was slender with long arms, long legs, big hands and big feet. His black hair was long and messy looking and stubble littered his unshaven chin. He had high cheek bones and a feminine cut to his jaw. He was dressed in a pair of nice fitting black jeans and a black, long sleeve button up shirt. He wore a belt around his hips, which helped keep his jeans up.
Big, brown, doe like eyes watched the chaos unfold. People were after people who were after other people. It was an endless vicious cycle. He nibbled his lower lip, just knowing that everyone was crazy. He glanced to his right, finding a young girl he had seen in his library before. There was something alluring about her wings, the way her long hair fell around her shoulders, and the way the light reflected off of her skin.
He licked his lips nervously and gently tapped her shoulder. "Uh... M-m-m-miss?" he stuttered out, wringing his hands together. "I-i-i-i-i c-c-c-coudln't hhhhelp but nnnnotice y-y-you here. Aaaand I uh...." He didn't no what to say. So he stood there stupidly, blushing like a teenage girl and looking between the ground and the girl.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Feb 15, 2011 16:31:11 GMT -6
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Gina was very closely studying the shoulder strap of a particular dress, drawing it carefully in her sketchpad, when somebody tapped her on the shoulder. It wasn't something that happened often, if it ever happened in the mall, and so she jumped, dropping her sketch book and pencil in the process.
"Oh, for the love of-" Gina began to grumble, kneeling to grab her things. She was about to murmur in annoyance, but the person who had tapped her shoulder began to speak, and her nerves were instantly calmed.
"Uh... M-m-m-miss? I-i-i-i-i c-c-c-coudln't hhhhelp but nnnnotice y-y-you here. Aaaand I uh...."
Gina knew that voice before she even looked up. It was that one nervous guy, from the library. It wasn't just her, either-- people just seemed to make him nervous in general. Gina looked up as he broke off, expression that of measured patience. However, when she looked up at him, something snapped into place, and Gina suddenly her heart leap up into her chest.
What's wrong with me, Gina wondered? Her face was deeply flushed, and it felt uncomfortably hot. And her heart wouldn't start hammering. She'd never really thought of anyone in a romantic sense, and so at present, she thought that maybe she was just lightheaded, from standing up too fast. The boy's gaze darted between the floor and Gina uncertainly, as if he didn't know where to look.
"Gina," she corrected, hugging the sketchbook to her chest, "It's Gina." She leaned against the railing that lined the walkway for support, trying to look casual. For the life of her, she couldn't recall his name. He was just "awkward guy from the library", in her mind. Not as though she was doing any better than he was, now.
"So," she began slowly, "Fancy seeing you here, shopping." When at the library, he hadn't really struck her as an attractive guy. He was skinny and awkward looking, short-ish (for a guy), and she had thought that his hair was girly, despite how unkempt it was. It was hard to tell how old he was, too, but he was definitely older than she was. But now... he kind of reminded Gina of a smaller version of Fabio. Fabio, Gina thought absently, rather liking that analogy.
"Shopping for anyone in particular?" she inquired, taking on a tone of polite intrigue. She took to toying with her hair, with her free hand, while the other hand constricted tightly on her "shopping" materials.
((OOC: He's gay, she's underage, he's afraid of being touched, and she's all touchy-feely. What could possibly go wrong? ))
Mina whirled around caught sight of the source of the marvelous scent. He was young but that was fine. He smelled too amazing. Mina approached him. She just had to reach out and touch him. So she did. He seemed startled. Unfortunately she didn't have time to correct the error. She was tackled to the ground by a strange person. Female or male didn't matter. They were keeping her away from the person that smelled heavenly. She wouldn't tolerate it. Not at all.
She squirmed out from under the person and they made to tackle her again. Mina dodged them. As they staggered to a stop she unleashed several kicks at their unprotected back. A number of them struck home and sent the person careening toward the floor. Mina grinned as they remained on the floor for several moments. That gave her the time she needed to return to the young man that smelled so wonderful.
However when she turned and saw him she was horrified. Some random...tramp had her lips on him! People really needed to lay off of him. He was hers darn it! Mina marched over to the woman and hauled her away from him by the back of her shirt. She then proceeded to punch the woman. Unfortunately this woman was quicker than her previous encounter. Mina recieved a slap to the cheek with a diamond ring adorned hand. The diamond had faced inwards to create a gash in her cheek. The young man was hers even if she had to destroy the entire mall to make sure of it!
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 16, 2011 20:17:06 GMT -6
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The not so famous singer and his not so famous guitarist joined the "celebrations" of Valentine´s day aka the brutal and sadistic consumerism attack of last minutes. The first one had taken care and did his shopping a week before, when the sidewalks were not full of people trying to get a gift. The guitarist, no. At that time, a week ago, it was easy to move a wheelchair between the most popular venues. His list was quite peculiar, including his mother, his impossible love and his ex-fiancee. All three deserve a gift. From the singer the best possible choice was undoubtedly: chocolates. So that was what he bought. The gifts were kept in his room, he would deliver them after helping his friend in distress.
Now the streets were flooded into a deep mess, the wheelchair moved slowly and carefully as the boy asked politely for people to give him some space, and even with his care some pedestrian suffered minor incidents with their feet. The forgetful mob swore in front of the locals that they would not forget it the following year. Fausto was sure they would be do the same the following year. It was not a question of memory, he was sure they enjoyed having an excuse to get hurt. Were those pushing part of these festivities ...? People seemed more angrier than usual ...
Fausto watched intently the ground to avoid stepping on some unfortunate who crossed his path, and prevent the wheelchair from stagger. He nearly fell twice. Fortunately the Japanese boy was aware of the singer´s movements. His black eyes were still looking the feet of his friend, Takumi. While he moved slowly in front of him to protect the chair from anyone who was distracted enough to miss Fausto. Some people stared dazed into some locals, others ran quickly from side to side. Which made Fausto progress slowly to avoid accidents. Suddenly the feet of his friend went mad, along with the rest of his body. Takumi began to move quickly through the crowd pushing aside whoever that did not left quickly enough, pushing everyone out of the way ... that was not a good attitude. His hands moved so fast, it was almost impossible to see them, it was as if people were pushed away from him magically.
"What are you doing ...?" The singer started to shout, but interrupted his question instantly. His shy friend that a few hours ago had asked him for help to choose a gift for the only woman in the band, now launched at the feet of a lady who neither one knew. He seemed to be...pleading? The lady was near the wall, so his friend practically forced her to retreat against the wall. Luckily she still had a bit of sanity, since she ignore him and continued kissing his partner... Was her partner...? The man was in her arms like a prisoner trying to escape twisting his whole body trying to get away, but she held him tightly and kept kissing his face. Her lips pressed tightly in his neck, forehead, cheeks and lips. She did not seem to matter that his beloved tried to escape, she just wanted to kiss him.
While his friend was immobilizing the lady, hugging her legs, Fausto began to feel strange. It was not a dizzy, but quite the opposite. Instead of losing consciousness he seemed to be getting a deeper domain of his senses. His nose was shaken slightly by... He closed his eyes to enjoy that new world intensified. Now he perceived a wonderful scent that he never smelt before ... this new fragance was not matched by any food, or any perfume... Fausto was sure that no drugs could be that powerful. Around him the world continued its sweet melody, playing it over and over again but he was not interested, it was the chaos what could be heard... His ears lost interest in the exalted crowd, did it matter...? To concentrate on following the so pleasant perfume, his eyes were closed so he was not allowed to see, but his nose led him.
Lips. Lips were magnetic. He could definitely get used to lips. Jude puckered up and just when he had leaned past the point of comfortable balance on his tippy-toes to meet this strange woman's lip, his intended smooch partner was yanked away. Breathing in a waft of fresh and heavenly air, Jude was reminded of his damsel.
His damsel just so happened to be beating that snot out of his almost kissing friend.
Hm. Maybe she wasn't so distressed.
"Madame, violence iz not necessary."
But the there was blood. The tiny Frenchman was steamed. Really. "Zere is enough to go round!" That was his battle cry as he launched himself with open arms toward the women. Someone would catch him.
Oh but violence was very necessary. Anyone who sought to take him away from her would be severely punished. He was hers! There was no happy grinning facade now. Only a glare of fury. She would see to it that this tramp learned her place. Then she'd fight her way through the rest of this riot and find a nice quiet spot for herself and the wonderful young man. Mina was just about to assail the women again when he launched himself in between the two of them with a cry.
Mina had to catch him before her nemesis did!
She reached out and was successful in clasping one arm. Mina grinned in victory and looked over at the other woman.
She'd caught hold of his other arm. He was suspended between the two of them like a wishbone at Thanksgiving.
"Back off! He's mine!" Mina shouted while tugging on his arm.
"I saw him first!" cried the other woman as she pulled with all her might to bring him to her.
The mall on Valentine's Day was pure crazyness. Sveta swore never to go out on this day again. She was not planning on it... she just tended to forget typical American holidays she'd never celebrated before. Like, pink-day-with-flowers-and-chocolates-and-heart-shaped-stuff. As she walked from the shop to the earest exit, wanting to get away, she noticed that the crowd was crazier than usual. Way crazier. Blinking, she stopped, looking at all the people kissing and chasing each other. ALl right, so she'd come to terms with the whole Valentine spirit thingy, but seriously? Did they really have to go this nuts?...
Was that Jude?!
She managed to spot the kid for a moment, before she lost sight of him again. Something was definitely in the air. Sveta shook her head, and moved on, trying to sneak past all the crazy people. Instead of Jude, however, she ran into someone else. Quite literally.
"Whoops..." she muttered as she bumped into the wheelchair "I'm so sorry..." she looked down "Fausto?!" It was her ex-fiancé. Her very charming, kind, handsome ex-fiancé with the beautiful dark eyes... Sveta blushed and smiled.
"Hi dere..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 17, 2011 20:22:12 GMT -6
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When he felt that his nose was going to explode he slowly opened his eyes and let another sense to take over. As with his nose, eyes and ears had also changed, now he just saw and listened to her. There was the source of that aroma, Sveta was standing in front of him, with her golden hair and her eyes like the sky. She was an angel, a ancient muse, a star, and a Queen, all those things at once. All these things and more, she was the most beautiful thing in the universe and was there for him. Just for him ... "Hi ..." Fausto said in a caramel tone, full of sweetness and music, stretching the letters.
While his eyes were delighted with the beauty of his lady, one man began to approach her. The subject seemed to doubt, he advanced cautiously, but still ... He could not let him steal his soon to be wife. His mind was now converted into a machine with a single purpose: to rescue his maiden in misfortune. His left hand frantically dug his own pockets, he could not remember where he left it, while his right hand moved deftly over the controls. The wheelchair advanced quickly responding faithfully to his master, passing at one side of his beloved.
The left pocket of his coat was empty, the right too... he just had a last chance ... He was just one step away from him (or a simple roll of the wheels aways) when he took out a Taser from his last pocket, just in time for use it in the offender of his mistress, before he could fullfil grabbing her by surprise. Fausto threw an uppercut that impacted directly on the chin of the enemy. The wheelchair rolled dangerously forward, but the singer was able to change quickly his weight and stabilize the chair. The small object violently nailed under his jaw dislocating it and causing great pain before releasing his electric anger. The non-lethal voltage slightly shook the body of the victim who fell to his knees with all his muscles contracted. The body remained no more than a few seconds in that state of silent supplication to eventually fall to the ground. The guy still kept his eyes open and Fausto could see in them an uncontrollable desire for her, he was mad. Fausto, enraged, collided the wheelchair against the unconscious body, then he went backward and did it again. He just had to move his hand forward and back and just enjoy watching as the body moved slightly from the blows. It was so simple that almost did not realize he was doing it. At the fifth time the body was hit, he was satisfied and recalled his previous objective, the wheelchair turned 180 degrees at the moment he raised his face to face her without any remorse. "I know you were my fiancée and it did not work ... but I changed." His black puppy eyes stared at her, head tilted like a true pet. "Now I know what I want. Will you marry me?" He felt the desire to hug her, but one part of his previous self warned him about his health. Luckily he was able to restrain himself. His heart was beating fast, pounding, trying to get out of his chest and be near her. His black eyes were searching with love for her blue eyes to return the gaze, these two sparkling stars melted his heart.
Sveta looked into Fausto's eyes, and got list in them for quite a while. By the time she came back to reality, the wheelchair rolled past her, and attacked a guy who seemed to be staring at her with strange puppy dog eyes. Even in a wheelchair and not using his powers, Fausto was quite dangerous.
"Fausto, stop!" she cried out in horror as she watched him wheel-kick the man over an over again "You'll hurt yourself!!"
Finally, the uneven fight was over, and Fausto turned back to her. Sveta smiled a bright smile.
>>"I know you were my fiancée and it did not work ... but I changed. Now I know what I want. Will you marry me?"
Oh wow. Somewhere deep in Sveta's hormone/pheromone soaked mind the alarm of feminine caution went off. This was just too good to be true. Too sudden. Much too amazing.
"Yes" she smiled, blushing deeply, before she leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. It almost hurt, keeping herself from kissing him on the lips. But on the cheek, that should be right, right? "I'll be your wife."
Holding his hands and smiling, she felt excited and happy.
"We go tell Jude" she suggested after some random giggling "He is around here too, somewhere."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Posted by faustomartense on Feb 19, 2011 20:06:13 GMT -6
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His hand touching hers felt like being in paradise, although he had some minor pain in that situation... he felt weak and vulnerable and at the same time full of energy. Sure, why not to feel vulnerable? He just finished giving his heart, now it was in her hands. What he did not know was that his bones began to weaken quicker, their calcium began to be drained from them to get lost in some way or go to another place in his body. And then his conscious mind disappeared from his body with that kiss, and although it seems a nice metaphor for poetry, it happened. To be touched by those lips felt like his body burned and his mind was slipped out of his own body. Fausto tried to answer, but he did not success. The heat started on the exact spot where she had put that sweet kiss, and spread throughout his body like a disease. At first he felt that suffocating heat, as skin would melt when touched by his saliva, he felt fear, felt pain, then very hungry ... and then he felt nothing else.
Although she taking his hand gently, without hurting, his bones yielded to the pressure of his grip with several small sounds, barely audible with the noise present there. His hand would felt more smooth ... just a small leather pouch containing bone fragments. Its primitive mental state, forget to move his hand to move the wheelchair while she still was holding his hand. So when he tried to snatch a bit of to the arm holding him, the wheelchair leaned forward and then move backwards, without its owner. Fausto fell, with many cracks that appeared primarily in his ribs. He did not worried ... just felt hungry.
The thing in what Fausto had become painfully moved, crawling with all his body, together with a vicious snap. His teeth that where bitting tigerish the air with enough strength to break a couple of them were not the source of the peculiar and disturbing noise, that sound came from his bones. Each move cost one of his worn and precious bones that were broken as easily as a pebble of sand. But he did not mind, his face as his eyes did not show the slightest flicker of conscience, giving an animal semblance. His black eyes looked in the general direction in which his head pointed, but perceive only darkness. His limbs moved without rhythm impeding his progress in the attempt to get the food he craved for. His mouth widely open just to close strongly in irregular periods. From his open mouth fell trails saliva as he slobbered covering his chin and the ground. The skin under his lips were burned and wrinkled. Every drop that fell from his lips marked a new path on his chin before reaching the ground without losing its destructive power. Every drop quickly formed small tunnels into the depths before disappearing. Fortunately he did not feel anything wrong with his body, he would feel the pain later... With his overloaded brain he was only a worm with an human suit, which paradoxically would eat them all. A wolf in sheep's clothing looking for a hearty meal.
(OOC: The contact of Muse´s lips with the skin of any mutant generates a state called Haywire where mutant abilities are enhanced, making them difficult or impossible to control. For more information see Muse´s profile)
Or he would be, once those pesky mall doors were out of the way. This was achievable to the tune of a hearty 'BAM!'; the sound of door opening way faster than designed. The giant cockroach was then faced with a great dilemma. How did one enter a building after causing such a ruckus? Clearly, if you simply wandered on in after kicking the doors open, you would seem goofy, weak; people might guess that such a week entrance maker was unemployed and single.
He was both of those, but he refused to let people guess it! The cowboy motif was outvoted in favor of the cool powerslide and rockstar wail.
"YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Screamed the cockroach as he slid through the door on his buggy little knees, and came to a stop ten feet in, looking about at all of the people who were bound to be looking... annnd, no one had noticed.
A giant cockroach had just kicked open the mall doors, and slid in wailing at the top of his lungs, and not a single person had taken note. Gregory sat on his knees for a bit, looking about at all of the people, who were way too interested in each other to pay him any head, before mumbling and climbing to his feet. This was the last time he ever played this gig. He smacked a gumball machine near him out of frustration, knocking it over, and shattering, sending the little candies everywhere.
He quickly got over it though, upon catching sight of his favorite hat store, Bed Bath & Past that. The giant cockroach skittered on toward the store, pausing as he smelt something in the air...
It was something... sweet.. something that made him feel... Well, nothing, really. He shrugged, and continued on into the store.
Within minutes he had selected an amazing hat, which happened to be a pillow(credit:Ghosty), and was at the counter, where he proudly announced he would be wearing it out as he reached for his wallet.
He was halted, however, when a small, sweet voice said in a nervous tone. "You.... You don't have to pay... "
"Pardon?" He spoke to the shy looking girl behind the counter, who stared at him with cheeks as red as a red snapper(credit:mongoose). She smiled a little, and turned away as she spoke.
"I want you to have it... for free..." Roach blinked a few times, shrugged, and turned to skip off with his lovely free hat!
"Wait! Where are you going?" The girl had already scrambled up onto the counter, and was climbing down to follow him.
Roach stopped in his tracks. My god. That was an amazing question. He'd never thought of it before... Where was he going? What was life? How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a - you get the idea. "Singapore, I think!" That was a lie, He turned to skitter off into the mall once more, and the girl let out a loud scream.
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I love me too." He clacked his mandibles and continued on out of the store, humming a little tune that had popped into his his head. On his way out he noticed a phone booth girl staring at him. The hat store girl was following him... The other girl was too... And... come to think of it... a few others were joining in.
A final glance back showed that the small crowd had turned into a large one... Unsure what to do, Roach did the first thing that came to mind. He spun quickly, hissed loudly, and then turned to run at full speed. To his extreme misfortune, his run was interrupted by a patch of ground some jerk had covered in gum balls. Before he knew what was going on, he was on his slick carapace of a back and sliding across the floor. He clearly wasn't going to come to a halt until he hit something.
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
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