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.
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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.
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An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
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Posted by faustomartense on Jun 2, 2009 11:56:55 GMT -6
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All the digital numbers on his watch changed at the same time announcing midnight and the start of the show. The entrance of the mansion was filled with boys and girls, most of them were teenagers, many were mutants with mutations quite visible as wings, tails, fangs and/or eyes of different colors. Others did not. But everyone was there to listen, all gathered at the gates of the mansion that were still closed and would be in that way until he arrived. The nearest trees had been equipped with powerful spotlights that lit up a big stage, which was already equipped with some powerful speakers. The instruments rested quietly in the center wishing to roar for all the guests. The lights generated a circle of light, a small sun in the center of the scene that threatened to take the night by force and turn it into day to keep awake all the inhabitants of the mansion. The speakers seemed a giants black throats. could their mouths lead to a distant dimensions? Would they travel to other worlds? Yes, they would. They were portals to other dimensions where thousands of worlds and situations could happen through their infinite amount of voices and sounds. The masters of the voices of the band, owner of the voices of the guitars and drums. They also waited anxiously for the show to start . They were fed by electricity that ran through dozens of cables below the stage as if they were the veins of the gigantic monster that owned numerous hearts. The monster's mouth opened wide with a squeaky metal sound followed by the sounds of the footsteps of the numerous guests . The speakers vibrated at the shouts of "Are you ready, guys? ¨ a child , almost a teenager, leap into the circle of light that marked the center of the stage. Without shirt, black leather trousers, black shoes and a crimson cape on his shoulders that danced sweetly with the soft evening breeze, the neck of the cape created shadows on his face that made him look, at times with a charming seductive pride and hint of mystery and others with a face of a demon with a deadly desire for human flesh. Neither side was lying, because the child had been both along the course of his short life. His hair, black as the darkness that reigned outside the central circle of light, fell on his face irregularly. His voice was amplified instantly by the speakers when his voice was captured by a small wireless microphone. All of the bands members were wearing one. He carried something in his hand. It was hard to guess what it was, seemed a stake, a sword or a cane. It was somewhat stretched but not very long. The light intensity decreased to help hide it, while the eyes of those present were adapted to the new light intensity Fausto grabbed a lighter from his pocket , a Zippo. The lighter was not important but he skillfully lit it on fire almost instantly after it was out of the pocket moving the attention to the new object that appeared on the scene. The Zippo crossed in front of his face with the object that was hidden in the shadows. The torch burned instantly throwing sparks into the air, the lighter flew to the side of the stage. It was not an important object. The torch danced in his right hand while his left hand blindly looked for an object hidden in his belt, right in his back. He quickly filled his lungs to the fullest. He found it, the small bottle quickly flew in his hand toward his mouth. The content disappeared in it. Again the object was discarded without any worries, pulled to one side with reluctance. The dancing fire jumped between the public and his face, the boy spat and therefore the Methyl alcohol mixed with boric acid (common roach killer) produced a beautiful and huge green flame when it collided with the burning torch. fire rose majestically and illuminated the area outside the light circle even more. It lit , but what was even more illuminating was the smile of over half of the spectators, someones joined their him shooting flames from his hands or mouths. but none had the artificial color created by Iron Mouth.
Takumi, the Japanese boy was dressed as a rebel, his clothes were filled with anarchist graffiti, he was embarrassed to see how many girls screamed when he jumped on stage, he had not expected such a reception. He did not carry his beloved Fender, he carried a black Gibson. The adorable and attractive Cielle jumped up on stage, and waved to all. She seemed a small girl but her clothes gave a totally different image, she was dressed entirely in black leather. The tight clothes and her sight and seductive winks stole more than a sigh for the male guests . Each one took his place on stage, Cielle sat on her place and took the drums and sticks, but waited for the others to start , she simply stared and waved the public. Takumi in his place looked more nervous that she and the child together. Fausto was the only one that did not remained on the stage, he left by the back, his figure disappeared in the shadows and after a bit he came back with a guitar, Takumi's Fender. The Japanese took a step toward, but he stopped. Fausto walked toward him lightly, with a smile on his face with the joy of someone who fulfills a promise that seemed absolutely impossible. ¨ I succeeded. I came back without any problems. I'm alive.¨ He just said it to Takumi but was amplified by the sound equipment. Both changed their guitars, Takumi watched his beloved, grateful that he had returned ¨her¨ in one piece, Fausto watched his new guitar nodding while he examined it. It was exactly what he had requested. The color was perfect, her pants, her hair, her eyes. all of him was in combination with the particularly nature of this ebony beauty. ¨Takumi the yellow lightning, Cielle the enchanter and finally me, Iron Mouth the black thunder.¨ The child made an exaggerated bow and stayed there a few seconds looking at the floor. He lifted his head with a huge smile on his face and began to speak to the public, his voice was soft but at the same time showed strength.
¨I just want to make the world a better place, but everyone says that I am very small. Say that I am too young to complain, to feel, to get angry, to fight ... but I will just shout something in answer ... NO MORE!¨
The drum and cymbals began to sound, the fender roared above the murmur of the people and the hammering of the drums, Fausto answered with Gidson, with a powerfull growl. Lightning and thunder. The guitars alternated his war cry to play the music, roaring, bringing their unique sounds until the two interpretations merged into a single cry that rose high into the night sky along with the explosions of the drums. The intensity of the reflectors hightened again and focused on the three while the first words of the song flew from the child's throat.
You said I am stupid, yes I am. You said I am evil, yes I am. You said I am wrong, perhaps I am. You said I am useless, perhaps I am. You said I am a freak, but you are wrong. You said I am alone, but you are wrong.
Fausto kept a moderate level in his voice in the first part of the sentence despite the speed of the words and music, and ended it with a struggling cry accompanied by a shriek of his guitar while Takumi continued with the melody. Then coupled back to the rhythm of the song along with Takumi. Among the next stanza the intensity of the guitar decreased and the drums took control of the melody for a few moments, making the air and hearts vibrate with each hit. The voice of the three rises above the instruments, amplified by the giant speakers that reached every corner of the mansion.
I am not a mistake and I am not alone. All around the world, our power grows. We are the ones you do not choose to see, But we are right here, waiting to be. We are the evolution, the next step. We are the future, we are what's next.
Take care little human, look carefully. The revolution is coming. There's nowhere to flee. We have the power,and we are everywhere. We are the evolution, the next step. We are the future, we are what's next.
When they finished, the small gap between the stanza was filled by the heavy roars of the instruments, Iron Mouth walked across the stage while he played his guitar, it played very well despite the way was the first time he played with it. It was a good guitar, Takumi had chosen it well. If he knew the horrible scream that he took from his beloved fender until he could build up a decent melody ... The boy just continued alone the song until the two sentences that made up the chorus, which were sang by all the band. Cielle's voice added a sweet melodic sound to the chorus. When the the three cried ¨ We are what's next ¨ the music accelerated three times and relaxed at the end to let the last part sang by the three together .
Come here brother, help us to make the change. Just pull the trigger and satisfy your rage. We will start the revolution. We will share our evolution.
[note: is the first time IM appear in the mansion after colombia ]
Satisfying her curiousity, Fade descended down from her room to watch this 'historic event'. For a once homeless girl, she had seen her fill of street performers and the appearance of the stage seemed to portray a much more expensive street performance. Still, her curiousity ran wild and she went to see the show with Jamie and Millie, the two Mansion youngsters. Technically, it was past their bed time but Fade thought it would be a good idea to bring them to see the show. The excitement did not give the girls energy, at least not yet, so Fade found herself hauling the girls across the lawn. Millie was held like a baby, cuddling with her wonder teddy while Jamie had her legs wrapped around Fade's neck, grabbing her red hair every time the girl wobbled.
The ever-scary three-headed-one-teddy-head monster struggled through the students until finally finding a spot. Fade gentle put Millie down, who unfolded the blanket she was holding and laid it across the ground. Then Fade lifted Jamie off of her head and sat her down on the blanket before sitting down herself. The minute her rear hit the blanket, Jamie and Millie curled up next to her and waited for the show to start.
When the lights and camera were in place, the action started. They were better than the common street performer, Fade gave them credit for that, and the different color flames were interesting. When the singing came, however, Fade frowned and groaned in frustration. Who let them sing that song on the Mansion grounds? Her first reaction was to see if Millie and Jamie were listening, but the two were busy pushing eachother for a more comfortable nap area. Looking around at the students, Fade noticed some of them singing along and sighed. The redhead's primary concern was that this was a crowd of teenagers, easiest to manipulate and ego boost, and these performers were singing about how mutants were supreme!
"Hey mitter!" Millie piped up when she rolled over and accidently bumped into the man next to her. It was Shin, the Mansion Greeter that let her in when her mother dropped her off.
"Millie, don't talk to strangers," Fade spoke without even looking up at the man, she was too concerned with the performance at the moment.
"He it not a tranger. He let me and Merlin the Wonder Teddy in when my mama brought me here," she giggled before leaping to her feet and tugging at his clothes. After a couple tugs, Millie leaned back over to Fade and whispered "he doetn't like Capri Tun."
Finally, Fade looked up to see who Millie was dancing around and saw a face she had recognized from the pool party. Although she was hesitant, the redhead stood up and moved over to the man. "I'm really sorry, but would you mind watching Jamie and Millie for a moment? Millie says she knows you and I saw you at the pool party. I want to talk with these performers about their...song," she explained, hoping that he would be fine with it. He seemed to be fine with the children and Fade took the opportunity to huff off and have a word with the singers. This is the Xavier Sister Mansion after all, he's trustworthy enough to leave Millie and Jamie with him. Best I constantly look over at them to make sure the girls are alright. Fade mentally calmed herself down before glancing back at the girls and smiling. Easily, she made her way through the crowd, phasing through people when she could not get past them until she reached backstage and patiently waited for the singers to finish.
Posted by Silver Streak on Jun 3, 2009 20:19:15 GMT -6
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Another long night for Streak was planned. However, there was someone else that had other plans for his night. Somehow word had gotten around the mansion that someone was coming to perform on the grounds and that it was free for the kids. Streak didn't mind it because he knew that the younger students could use a break from their studying and all their training that they were receiving at the mansion. There were certainly plenty of mutants that had shown up for this show than he'd thought would be there. Considering the late hour he didn't think that there would be a lot of people still awake for this. Apparently the students knew something that he didn't know about this band. The fact was that Streak didn't even know how they got permission to come play for the kids here.
Streak wasn't going to miss this. Although there was no way that he could have missed it anyways. With all the new security measures in place, and the stage being right in front of the gates, they were in the optimal spot to be captured on film by the cameras so that he could see them and record everything that was going on. This was not where he was going to spend his time during the performance. Streak made his way to the roof of the mansion and settled in for the show. He stood off in the shadows and watched from a spot where he could see everything going on. Streak saw someone walking out of the mansions door and down towards where the show was located. He couldn't tell who it was but he knew that this person was carrying two smaller children. Streak followed this person the entire time they walked and waited until they placed the children down on the ground. Streak was finally able to see who it was that he was watching so intently. Fade. It was pretty obvious that she was there to chaperone the two kids she carried and it seemed like he wasn't the only one that was curious about what was happening.
Streak listened intently for the words that were being sung. He had a little trouble telling what it was they were saying from the distance he was at and all the background noise from the instruments, other singers, and the students. Streak stared hard at the singer. He was having trouble making out who it was. finally the light caught the guys face just right and Streak could finally tell who it was. "Faust?" Streak said in disbelief. "What are you babbling about?" After a few minutes he was able to tell what the singer was talking about. "A revolution. Coming from evolution huh?" Streak said to himself. Talking aloud to himself he started to decipher some of the more obvious hints in the song. "'Evolution' refers to mutants. So... Mutants will be starting a revolution against the humans? That's what it sounds like Fausto is saying." Streak said. He could always play the song back to get the rest of the meaning in the song later. Fausto was the bigger question. He didn't remember this guy ever talking about mutant supremacy before. Granted he never knew Faust very well in the first place but when he did know him he couldn't remember him talking like that.
Posted by starscream on Jun 4, 2009 13:41:22 GMT -6
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Shana sat in her room, and ajusted the breast forms she used to pass as a real female, they looked real for the most part though they would not feel quite right to a direct touch, Shana useually wore higher cut outfits for just that reason. Walking to her window she, not for the first time tried to decide weather or not she would really go down with all those people. She had to admit the Lyrics she was hearing were not the most appealing. Slamming her fist down on her vanity she grew livid with herself, this weakness in her this fear was consuming her and yet she seemed content to let it strangle the life from her. With a sigh she forced herself to calm down and got dressed, ina knee length white dress cut just above her chest.
Walking over her Vanity she sjusted the trio of Mirrors so she could see ebhind her and the sides of her head. It had been hard trick to master but she had managed with small objects. Useing Her power she lifted several locks of hair and brushed them out, well at the same time aplying a layer of make up to her face, her hand only on the pink lipgloss. As she finnished with the green shadow of her eyes she stoof up, realzieing so much preperation likely wa snot needed, but she was concearned with not passing and felt she would be read right away without it. Gathering her brushed hair Behind her she leaned by one of the mirriors and used her power to thread the ribben through her hair as she braided it, so that most of her blue hair was coverd by the long interwoven pink and white ribben which tied into a small bow down by her ankels.
Rubbing her temple slowly she exited her room and made her way quitely downstairs trying not to draw attention to herself, even so she still felt like most people were stareing even though they were not. Walking outside she realized it was a nice night. The Loud music and screaming people really were not her thing, sos he kept to the back of the crowd watching the stage from thare though it was a littile hard to make out the singer, she knew she had never heard of him. She did not know if things like this happoned often but she imagined it was good for people to forget about their troubles. With that thought she smiled to herself, forgetting troubles was exactly what she needed to do.
The song hoever made her think mostly of the strife she had seen around her, certainly during her breif training in Isreal's millatry. It had been required by all after all but Shana hated confrontation at least when it came to herself, and so she said nothing about how she felt and instead simply waited and watched the concert and the people, happy that for the most part she was by herself.
Flynn got out of the cab a block away from the mansion's gate. The beer he had drunk with Ranger still had a decent buzz going in his system. H looked around to see that he wasn't being viewed. Satisfied that he wasn't, Flynn changed into HYDE and turned invisible.
He walked the last block and arrived at the gates. He got ready to look or a buzzer or something to alert the people inside to his presence when he noticed a good many people out on the grounds near the gate, listening to a group of musicians on the stage erected there. He stood there and listened for a bit. Out of view due to his power. Should anyone come along and enter, he could just follow them in and let the people know he was there closer, since it looked like probably everyone was outside watching the show. Hyde figured he could wait so he leaned up against the gate and watched from afar.
He could barely make out the lyrics but he felt pretty sure that the Xavier mantra wasn't in line with what was being sung. He wondered if the school's policies had changed. Perhaps this wouldn't be a good spot to find help. He certainly did not want people on his side that didn't have a hero's mentality.
Oh Posh, this was just an exercise in First Amendment Rights; and for all the words, the music was exceptional. He had always wished he could play an instrument. As a young lad, he had even picked up a set of drumsticks; but that had ended in his parents shelling out a half a grand for a drum set that his younger brother had eventually learned to play. He had taken up juggling though to compensate, which, amazingly, had wooed little Julie Kirkpatrick when he was 14.
He did notice the call button as he was reminiscing about his first girlfriend. He walked over to it and hit the cream colored button. He knew no one would be able to see him while he was still invisible; but if a voice came over the box, he could reappear for the camera and ask for entrance. It was worth a shot. As he continued to listen to the singing, he eyeballed the little silver intercom box near the button.
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There was something about them as they played through the flames, faces lit up by the spotlight as the Japanese boy ran his hands up and down the frets. The drumsticks hit rims and resonated, keeping time with the night, but the singer's soulful battle cry pushed it back and heralded the call. The call of revolution.
And it was corrosive.
It was a big concert. Lots of flashing lights and smoke, fire. Iron Mouth certainly knew how to put on a show. Shin's eyes trailed out over the audience as he listened to the corrosive revolution play. There was something about the band. The way the lead guitarist's hands moved, the way the members all seemed to glow. Shin couldn't place it, but he liked them. People in the audience swayed to the music, and Shin couldn't help but tap his toe. Then he realized what Fausto was singing about, and his face fell slightly.
"On the front lawn... talking bout a revolution." He muttered, lips turning upside-down. That's kind of... a bit much for a message on the front lawn of a school preaching equality and peace, doncha think, Fausto... or is that exactly the message you want to give these kids... The grass underfoot wriggled in-between his toes as he tensed. Was this really alright? Or was mansion security going to have a heyday explaining-- A small girl bumped into Shin's side and shook him from his reverie.
"Hey mitter!" Millie piped up. He looked down at her, eyes flapping rapidly in recognition.
"Millie?" What was she doing here--? His eyes rolled across the green to fall on the girl who was with them. He seemed to remember the redhead from the pool party a while back. He arced an eyebrow when she told the glow girl not to talk to strangers.
"He it not a tranger. He let me and Merlin the Wonder Teddy in when my mama brought me here," she giggled before leaping to her feet and tugging at his clothes. After a couple tugs, Millie leaned back over to Fade and whispered "he doetn't like Capri Tun."
He smiled weakly at her and nodded. "That's right." He looked up when the redhead started talking again.
"I'm really sorry, but would you mind watching Jamie and Millie for a moment? Millie says she knows you and I saw you at the pool party. I want to talk with these performers about their...song."
"That's fine. I was just thinking about having a talk with Fausto myself... guess we can't both do it, though." He glanced at the two little girls. "I'll take care of them for you. Give Fausto a piece of my mind while you're at it. Tell him fangirls don't like supremacists."
And Fade was off, phasing through the crowd. Shin looked down at Millie and Jamie sheepishly, then sat down on the blanket and sighed.
"So, what's new in the world of airplanes and bears?"
Fausto was back. Katrina hadn't realized that all the work being done to built a big platform and set up lights and run cords all over the mansion lawn was for Corrosive Revolution, Fausto's band. She hadn't realized it would be him that was playing until about an hour before the concert was supposed to start and the workers hung the banners announcing the band's name. She didn't really like big crowds, but once she knew who would be there, she had to go listen. She tried to find Fausto before the music began, but she couldn't find him and the lawn filled too quickly with teenagers from the school as well as from the city. Apparently word of the concert spread even faster on the street than it had in the mansion.
Katrina found herself a seat in one of the trees a little to the side of center stage, but not too far from it. She could easily see everything that was going on from there. She was excited, more for seeing Fausto than for seeing the band perform. She had missed him while he was off trying to make a difference in the world, or whatever it was he had been trying to do. The way he had said goodbye had almost made it seem like he wasn't entirely sure he would be coming back. They still had some tangled up emotions they had to sort though at some point, but for now Katrina was just supremely happy to be able to see him again. He had made it home safely, and for now that was the most important thing.
The show started and Fausto and the band finally appeared on stage and began the show. With fire breathing green flames no less. As usual Takumi amazed her with his precise technical skill on the guitar. Cielle won the hearts of all the boys present, and possibly even some of the girls. All three of the dazzled with in the lights of the stage and the adoration of the fans. They almost seemed to become entities rather than three normal people.
At first the song seemed out of place on the mansion lawn, at a school that always preached about peace and standing up for people without powers and helping others as much as possible. At least, on the surface that's what the school talked about all the time. The face the school showed to the outside world, however, was not the only face it had. Katrina had heard worse things than these lyrics at X-men meetings in which at least one of the members present suggested that violent revenge against humans that wronged camp inmates was acceptable. Or watching those camp guards get mugged or murdered and doing nothing to save them, which in Katrina's mind amounted to about the same thing as pulling the trigger herself. She'd had classes in a room designed to train mutants to fight battles. Even the youngsters had “physical education” classes in the danger room. What was the purpose of training them to be violent? Who were they supposed to be fighting? Other mutants labeled as human hating zealots? Humans labeled as mutant hating zealots? She remembered that she'd had to look up the word zealot shortly after she had found out she was a mutant. Now it was a part of the everyday vernacular of her peers.
She even found that she could agree with ninety percent of the song. It spoke of the pain of being discriminated against. It spoke of the pain of being invisible to the greater part of society and not being able to do anything about it. It spoke to people who had felt helpless, who felt persecuted, who felt angry. It spoke to people who remembered the atrocities that humans had committed against their evolving brothers. It spoke to people who were dissatisfied and wanted to make changes. She might not agree with the two lines that hinted at rebelling against and bringing violence to humans, but there was a lot in the song that seemed to make perfect sense. The melody could easily hook a person in, and the lyrics had even more hooks in it than a fishing lure. It was a dangerous song for that reason, if you try to pull those hooks out again they cut.
The more she listened, the more she realized that Fausto was voicing not only his feelings, but the feelings of many of the young people present. Almost all of the mansion students were there, and many young teenagers from the city as well. The lawn was packed and there were many faces she didn't recognize. The crowd understood the pain portrayed in the song. It was there pain Fausto was singing about. They could sympathize, and they loved what they were hearing. There were a few grumbles that the lyrics went to far, but there were many more slaps on the back and shouts of “you say it kid” than there were grumbles. Some of the adults looked uncomfortable with the viewpoints being aired that dissented with the traditional peaceful front the mansion tried to put on. If they tried to stop Fausto now, though, they might be in for a small scale riot. The crowd was eating up the words and the melody and they wanted more. For now, Katrina stayed safe on her tree branch and waited to see what would happen next.
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Things had gone pretty well so far despite the fact that the first song made some one left , they were angry or upset, they did not seem to understand the true meaning of the song. It did not talk of destroy the human race, even when all seemed to be suggest that. Fausto would have to talk about it later. the following songs made vibrate the ones that decided to stay there. While the sad eyes of the fallen angel spoke to the public were deployed many emotions among them ,someones remained silent than before saddened or shocked by the destiny that the angel choice , others followed the rhythm of the song, full of emotion and energy jumping with each beat of the heavy instruments. they liked the song a lot, especially the girls because they seemed to capture each and every feeling that was described on these words, the boys were not so receptive but they love the rhythm. With a very short time between songs, the instruments spoke again but this time about a rebel that many mutants identified . who never felt out of place at some point ? This time the song was simple, there was nothing hidden, everything was in sight. the feeling of not belonging anywhere and the rejection of an environment that you want to change but you do not know how. Fausto was a rebel willing to sacrifice his soul with sins to annihilate every evil, to conquer the world, dismantle all the injustices and change it to match his version of the ideal world. The past did not matter to him, present was the only true and the future was seen through a mirror of diferent colors ,a vision of a world at his feet with the will to change made him go forward but he had no idea how to achieve what he saw so clearly in his dreams. They were angels playing the instruments of the devil , screaming in despair calling everyone who would listen to their message . the instruments gave life to these songs and they gave life to the instruments, a perfect symbiosis ready to feed the hungry of these children for rock and roll, with a thirst for someone carrying they ideals . and that was what the band gave to them .
¨ This is a song I made while I was outside ,my colleagues do not know it . So this is my song , i will sing it alone . ¨
The Gibson sang for the audience with a melodious voice between slow and fast, a moderate speed and a sound similar to a ballad, a electric ballad.
I am a victim of a god fragile, temperamental that instead of praying for me went to dance. He wanted my costume to live as a mortal cause he couldn't kill me he give me as a present a particular view .
while the notes were spit by the amplifiers the child made a small silence before changing the speed a bit to continue, but remained still based on a ballad.
I saw the Hell and the Paradise and between them was the Earth a mix of Hell and Paradise is my home a mix of demon and angel we are Angels that hate, Demons that love we are all sinners , we are saints.
I am a victim of a god unruly and very unique that wanted to live and stole my life and my wife He started to administrate my body as a cool and great lord
A new silence of his voice that made room for a small accelerated solo . when he spoke again , he did it in a monotonous tone that contrasts with the powerful and fast roar of the guitar, it could well have been accompanied by the drums ,a march to the battlefield at the head of the army of the future conqueror of the world. But Cielle did not played the drums .
the gift he gave me, I will not return I command everything now, as the god that one day he was the gift he gave me, I will not return I command everything now, as the god that one day he was
The children stopped playing, he put his guitar on the side held by the straps and approached the edge of the stage, he coughed to clarify his voice, his vocal cords were tired as him but he had to give one last message, after all that was what the show was for , even the whole band. to give a positive message to change the world, joining in his ¨crusade¨ without violence as some little person would like , who Fausto appreciated so much and really change some of his actions and thoughts, not all the toughts and not all his actions but some of them , just enough to keep the entire state safe from suffer the worst degree of justice by the little black-haired demon . His voice sounded soft among the murmurs of the audience , that anxious waited for the words of the brightest stars of that night.
¨we are superiors than the humans no one have any doubt about that but i hate the way some mutants show that they are superiors , we musnt acknowledge our powers killing humans , we must acknowledge our powers and superiority helping other . i have a friend that can heal wounds , think how many times he is superior to any medic , with one touch wounds close .think a little in all the posibilities , we can help in a lot of situations . use your powers to help . is easy to detroy but lets try to construct please . lets make this world a better world to live for both...¨ He breathed hard, smiled and showed his teeth in a grim smile ¨... and if after this you still choice to do bad things i will hunt you down. i swear it as my name is Fausto Martens future conqueror of the world. ¨ The ones that knew him could testify he was really serious about it , his triumphant smile and his excess of confidence showed that he was likely to fulfill this task with pleasure. Fausto returned to the center of the scenario along with the rest of the band, they greeted the audience with emotion, the show had been fantastic, every song had caused different sensations and many people had attended and what was best remained there to hear all the songs and encourage they to continue playing, the night was quite young but Fausto was really exhausted by the whole trip. perhaps behind the scenario he would find the person he was unable to recognize among so many people, then quickly and with his heart full of hope he ran toward the back of the stage to wait for that person VIP enough to be near such a magnificent star like him .