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.
In New York city the crime rate had gone up since the release of the mutants from the camps, however the big government officials seemed to forget that that mutants were over half the victims of these crimes. The mayor of New York, as well as the Senators, all seemed to clump the crimes in one big pile, making it seem like the mutants' return was the cause. The mutants knew otherwise, having been getting the brunt of all the hatred and abuse.
That day, on an average street in New York, a street whose identifying sign had recently been removed, a green-skinned mutant carefully snuck along, hoping that they would not be spotted by the many humans who inhabited the houses there. However, his effort was in vain, as a group of thuggish humans suddenly had him surrounded.
"Well, I ain't seen anybody with green skin before!" one spat, though clearly amused with the turn of events. "Not any humans that is!"
"Dumbass! That's 'cause he ain't a human!" his friend shouted, clearly excited to be seeing some excitement in this relatively boring area. "He's a mutie!"
"A mutant? Here?" the largest man spoke, his tone affected by a thick Russian accent. He motioned to the other five, and the overly-excited brutes held up various primitive items of torture - baseball bats, wooden planks, one even held a bottle of some unidentified hooch. "Take care of problem. See to it that he no longer breathes."
A distant roar from the end of the street erupted. The thugs turned to see a lone motorcyclist speeding toward them. They turned and stared, awestruck by the appearance of what seemed to be a redheaded female riding the aforementioned motorcycle, and were even more surprised when she leapt off the motorcycle, causing the machine to slide on its side and knock two of the thugs over.
"Kill her first!" the boss yelled before taking off in a sprint, down a nearby driveway, through the home's yard, then soon out of sight.
One of the thugs - a blonde - ran toward her as she landed upon the ground. As he charged, he hefted his bat and swung mightily at her, aiming directly at her head. The female, seeming ready for this, reached her arm up and caught the weapon and wrenched it from his grasp. The young man looked stunned for a moment, and didn't snap from his stupor until the unknown woman slammed the metal bat right in his face. He wasn't exactly broken from his daze, rather knocked unconscious.
The green-skinned mutant watched in terror as two more of the thugs rushed the female.
"Watch out!" he screamed, not wanting his saviour to get hurt. The female ran backwards as the brutes rushed her, steering her toward a manhole cover. They thought they had her beaten, as she was suddenly retreating, likely due to their intimidating appearance. However, a jet of water suddenly shot upward, propelling the cover into the air. The geyser bowed, aiming toward one man, and slammed into him, knocking him back into a garage door just as the metal disk clattered to the ground at the redhead's feet. The sickening crunch that echoed through the air signaled that either each of the man's bones - or most of them - had been broken, or they'd done a number on the garage door. It was likely that both had happened.
The one remaining thug froze where he stood, staring in wide-eyed horror at his comrades assailant. She reached down to the manhole cover at her feet and lifted it up with one hand, then jerked it back and flung it forward with all the ease of tossing a Frisbee. The disk slammed into his stomach, knocking him back several feet.
"You fuckin' muties shoulda stayed in tha fuckin' camps!" a thug called. A quick look-around on the woman's part revealed the owner of the voice to be one of the thugs that her motorcycle had taken down. He was pinned beneath the impressive machine, presumably with at lease one broken leg. "You diserve it for all tha shit you put us good people through! Alla ya shoulda died there just as slowly and painfully as yer killin' this city!"
The redhead took her helmet off and shook her head, shaking her crimson locks free from their mashed-down state brought upon by the protective device. She looked at him, a small smirk upon her sharp features, and spoke:
"Does this look like the face of a mutant?" she asked, approaching him slowly, a certain sway in her hips. He stuttered stupidly, trying to grasp for an answer, though, in all honesty, he was distracted by the woman in front of him. She simply smiled, showing off her glistening, wolven teeth. "How about now?"
His eyes widened, and he could only stare at what he could only assume was his death. Such a realization was so frightening, he hardly noticed the patch of moisture that formed on the front of his pants.
Her tail started wagging.
"Aww, did little baby wet himself?" she taunted, only armed with this bit of information because she could smell it. Disgusting, but amusing. "Oh, lemme help you." The man had no idea what she was talking about until she lifted her bike, let it fall onto it's other side, then hefted the bat.
"PLEASE NO!" he screamed, but was too late. The metal bat came crashing down, right between his legs. He couldn't even scream, the pain was so intense, coursing through his entire body. He did, however, turn to the ground and vomit. At this point, Emerald took the chance to look at this man clearly, and upon further examination, she realized something.
"I remember you," she snarled. "You're the one that hurt my sister in the camps. Aww, we let you escape? I'm sorry. I'm real sorry." And in one very fluid motion, she hefted the bat above her head and brought it down on one of his knees. She then lifted the bat again and repeated the motion on his other leg, effectively breaking both of the man's knees. She then knelt next to him and lifted her hand, but it was no longer the hand that she'd used to weild the bat. The "hand" was huge, covered in red-black fur, and each of its fingers was tipped with a thick, five-inch long claw. "Rock...a bye, baaaby," she began singing in a low, broken tone, and started tracing her claws along his chest, then down to his stomach. "In...the tree top... When, the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When...the bow breaks, the cradle...will...fall" She plunged her claws into the man's stomach, finally drawing a breathless, choked scream from him. "And down will come baby...cradle...and all."
Needless to say, the green-skinned mutant had already ran away. The wolf-girl took a minute to gaze upon her handy work. Taking a piece of paper from the pocket of her denim jacket and smiling lightly, she read it aloud.
"William Morris. Killed five mutants in the past three days. Apprehended and faced judgement. Two days in the station's holding cells. No evidence can be found of his crimes." She laughed. "Well, looks like I passed better judgement than those idiots. Let's see how long it takes for him to bleed out." Despite her words, she didn't wait there. She returned to her bike and stood it up before reclaiming her seat.
She drove to a local diner. When she arrived, she took a seat and ordered a hamburger. She heard a bell ring quietly behind her as someone entered the diner. Without looking up from her drink - water - she said:
"I knew I smelled you. How long have you been following me, Isabel?"
In contradiction to a good amount of mutants -particularly the more obvious ones- who slunk along the streets on New York like this one with their tails between their legs, Isabel walked confidently, her head held high and more often than not wearing a somewhat condescending smirk to decorate her features. In a way she actively sought out the streets that were more hostile toward mutants as if daring someone to pick her out of the crowd and start trouble. After her ordeal in the Camps it was a miracle she hadn't gone out and killed more people, particularly those with power. Such as the law enforcement officers. They were her favorite toys, after all. Though recently she'd also turned her sights on civilians. It seemed that more and more of them were trying to be heroes to the human race by trying to 'teach the muties a lesson'. Now, if some mutants were willing to let that slime push them around, then they probably deserved to be pushed. Isabel, on the other hand, never was one for quickly picking up a lesson she didn't want to be taught. Besides, she much preferred the role of teacher to the position as a student.
She was bored today. The Order hadn't launched into action with its plans just yet, and so she had very little to do with her spare time. And so she'd taken to leaving the Sanctuary more often during the day. Sometimes she'd go out to lift a few books or art supplies off of their inattentive owners, while other times she simply strolled down the more well known anti-mutant streets looking for a little fun. The latter was what she'd decided to do today. It had been a while since she'd been caught up in any kind of trouble, and she was just itching to play with any fool who thought she was anything less than what she actually was. And so she was strolling leisurely down a street she'd passed through several times before without incident. She knew there were people here who went out of the way to apprehend mutants that walked along their turf, and thus far she'd been sorely disappointed that none of them had picked up on the fact that she traveled through so often, or that she was one of the NYPD's most wanted for several crimes, most -if not all- involving manslaughter. However, it appeared as if someone else had already beaten her to all the fun. She could hear the men screaming a good distance from where the trouble was actually happening. It took her a moment or two before she actually approached the scene.
Carefully avoiding the young woman's line of sight she had ducked into a nearby alleyway in order to observe what was going on. She'd considered joining in, but the sight of the young woman's tail had stopped her in her tracks and shifted her into observation mode. It was hard not to recognize the extra appendage when she'd spent months having to see it wagging around in the Camps. Leisurely she leaned a shoulder against the brick of the building she'd ducked in next to, crossing her arms and simply watching as Emerald dished out the damage. She'd seen the lupine fighting tooth and nail in the camps as well as at the KP scuffle, though there seemed to be a new kind of savageness in her assault on the group of men. Isabel knew the girl didn't hesitate much to deal with anyone who mistreated her or her younger sister and thus wasn't largely surprised that she was fighting with these men. What did confuse her was the fact that an X-Dweeb was so viciously killing and maiming a group of humans, the very creatures they wanted so very much to accept them by offering their protection and spineless agreement to most of whatever the hairless monkeys had to say. In the scene that was unfolding, however, Emerald was actually acting more like some of the more volatile Order members. The careless disregard of the men's lives, the mocking words she spat at them, the near effortless acts that ended most of their lives. All of it made Isabel grin like a Cheshire cat. Oh it was just too good. She wondered if the other X-Morons knew what their young companion was up to and how they'd react once they learned of it.
It was a little more difficult to keep her thoughts on track with all the wailing her last victim was doing. It was terribly distracting and soon Isabel gave up entirely on trying to envision the looks on the X-Losers' faces once they learned what had happened. She only watched with mild interest as the canine woman retrieved her bike and sped off. Casually removing herself from the wall she sauntered out to the bloody mess that lay whimpering on the ground. The near hopeful look on his face when he saw her only caused her grin to grow, quickly erasing any hope the young man may have held. Curiously she looked off in the direction Emerald had launched off in, one of her hands raising about waist height in an almost distracted manner, a small, sharp, white point appearing in the center of her palm. She heard the man's breath catch for just a second before his whimpering continued at an even more obnoxious level. "Pathetic," she mumbled, a bit of disgust seeping into her features. In a split second the point extended, growing in length as it launched in the dying man's direction. She looked down at him only briefly when she felt the tip of the spine contact the concrete. A pleased little 'heh' escaped her. Her aim was near perfect, as always. At a much slower rate the spine retracted, pulling cleanly back out out of where it had entered his body through the back of his skull and left eye. Giving a quick shake of her hand to rid herself of any fleshy matter that may have made its way back up to her palm after the spine had fully retracted, she set off in the direction Emerald had disappeared in.
It was only mildly complicated to find where the young woman had vanished to. The fresh skid marks on certain stretches of pavement helped, as did a few choice witnesses that she asked. Apparently a 'crazy woman with no regard to speed limits' was enough of a distraction for some that they had at least payed attention to which way she'd gone. The descriptions seemed to get more detailed with the people who had thought they'd seen a tail. In the end her wild goose chase pointed her in the direction of a small diner, the bike that was parked outside solidifying the possibility of her being inside. It was easy enough to spot her once inside and brushing roughly past a few patrons inside, Isabel made her way over to where the mutant had seated herself. It wasn't much of a surprise that she didn't have to announce herself with the other girl's whole wolf thing going on, which apparently included a strong sense of smell. Easily Isabel slid into the seat across from her ex-inmate, looking as if she had every right to do such a thing. "Following you? Oh, only since about the time you slaughtered a small group of New Your civilians and then fled the scene of the crime," she answered, taking no caution to lower the tone of her voice, smiling mischievously as a few of the diner patrons turned their heads and stiffened. "Not a very X-Nerdy thing to do, Miss. Now what could have possibly prompted such a vile reaction out of one of the members of the city's renowned group of human loving goody-goodies?" she inquired, leaning back in her seat and getting quite comfortable. Part of her really did want to know the lupine's reasons behind her actions, but the other part of her was having a blast mocking her and her little human sympathizing group.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
As soon as Isabel had sat down next to her, Emerald knew that she should expect some harassment from the bone girl. It was only obvious that she would, due to their past history. When she heard the harassment, she wasn’t exactly surprised at what she said, except for the fact that she killed people and left the scene. Well, Em expected her to say it, just not that loud! The young wolf girl tensened for a moment as she took the moment to glare at the girl a look that clearly said ‘Nice job Dumb ass’
This did not deter Emerald from eating her burger, which she munched quietly and calmly. Her thoughts wavered from her previous calming thoughts to the situation at hand. She had indeed committed the crime of battery and had been doing her own bit of Vigilante work in the streets. The Ex Lab Experiment knew that if these people didn’t pay for what they did by the various ‘law enforcement’ agencies in place in this city then they would never face Justice for the crimes they did. It was a simple fact of life, no one was able to deny it.
Without looking at Isabel, Emerald smiled rather bitterly her hand moving about the water in the glass moving with her. “Slaughtering?” Emerald chuckled lightly at Isabel’s little accusation “Is that what they call Vigilante acts now days? Slaughtering defenseless people? Yes I suppose I did slaughter them, leaving them to die more or less,”
The wolf girl actually seemed one hundred percent okay with the fact that she was now being called a murderer by Isabel. Besides, at least her murders had good intentions in mind and were not done just because some idiot was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I would do it again as too, “Emerald turned to Isabel with a sinister smile on her face, making her look a little scary. Most people would be scary if a teenaged wolf mutant with extremely sharp teeth smiled at them like that. “ Those men were accused of murder and yet they got off. It was when we were all locked up into the camps that this happened, that those monsters started to kill people. They killed both mutants and humans who sympathised with them." Emerald paused shaking her head. "No one did anything to stop them untill now. They won't hurt an Innocent person ever again."
A small snarl escaped the wolf girls lips, her body tensening immediately. "And I could care less about what the X men think about my methods. We are supposed to protect people from this and yet most the time we are arguing wether it is orthodox to stop a mutant mother from destroying her sons Murders! Isabel, i know you don't exactly like the law, but you have to admit...Its Fun taking it into your own hands."
Isabel just smiled pleasantly as Emerald visibly stiffened and gave her an icy glare. Oh, had she not liked that bit about kill and run? Or was it the fact Isabel just didn't care who heard it or not? The X-Men were due for a little bad publicity. The evils one member did reflected badly upon the whole school, so why bother whispering? Much to her delight, many of those who had stopped and stiffened around the diner were now watching the pair rather cautiously from the corner of their vision. Though some were bold enough to stare at them straight on. Even more pleasing was that those in pairs had begun to whisper to each other, trying to make themselves seem casual, though their voices were too hushed for them to be having a regular conversation. It didn't help that they kept glancing over to Em's table or pointing, either. It didn't bother Isabel any. In fact, she planned on encouraging it if she could. There was no doubt at least a few of them could have recognized her. She had been wanted for a while now, not to mention that trial that had been on the news a few months back. She hadn't been allowed to wear her usual attire in court, but some people had a good memory for faces. Associate the X-dweeb with the Order. It was an unplanned aspect of the meeting, but it was also a plus. Oh what would people say if they thought the X-Men had risen to the Order's level of ferocity and disregard of human life? Perhaps it would bring some trouble to their door. It would be so much fun to witness. Isabel would just have to stir up this crowd a bit more if she could. Maybe one of them was an undercover cop. Even if that possibility proved to be wrong, it would still be fun to play with some of these people.
"Yes, slaughtering," Isabel answered casually, once more taking no note of how loud her voice was. "Smashing a man through a garage door, beating a man to a near pulp with a bat, breaking another's back with a manhole cover while they had no weapons or reasonable means of defense. Sounds like a massacre to me," she continued smiling easily, almost smugly, at the girl. A few of the whispers grew louder and it took a great deal of effort for Isabel to keep from grinning in their owners' directions. She was a little disappointed with the wolf girl's lack of protest. Taunting someone was more fun if they fought back a little. But as far as Isabel knew, Em had always had a bit of a problem with her temper. Perhaps it would just take a bit more prodding until her aggressiveness showed up.
One eyebrow raised as Emerald looked back up and gave her a devilish grin, one that Isabel was sure that she herself had given numerous times at the prospect of causing some trouble. She was a little surprised that Em claimed that she would willingly slaughter another group of humans if she got the chance. Provocation was a key factor in Em's attacks in the past. At least in the ones that Isabel had witnessed or been involved in. However, as an explanation was offered everything made a little more sense. Isabel grinned lightly. "I got off on a murder case as well. Though I only killed humans. That I know of. Care to take the law into your hands and try killing me in the name of justice, too?" she inquired, that smugness infecting her smile once again. She'd nearly beat Em in a fight once already. Before that feline teleporter had interrupted. She was sure she could do it again if she had to. Besides, Isabel liked to gloat. And she'd made a point of doing so in front of cops every now and again. She'd already been tried for the Sanctuary Massacre and had been found innocent. So why not boast about taking out at least half of New York's police department?
Emerald's claim not to care about the X-Nerds' reaction to the recently passed events confused her a little. Most -if not all- of those goodies seemed to care about nothing but pleasing the humans and trying to make mutants look good through indirect servitude. "So, you're not as goodie-goodie as the rest of them. Alright, I'll buy it. But I still doubt any of them would be pleased with your methods. I also doubt many of them are as forgiving as we are about badly made past decisions," Isabel ventured, looking thoughtful for a moment as she leaned back in the booth seat. The word Order had not and would not leave her mouth. As conspicuous as she was being, she still knew the existence of the Order was a secret and would remain so for a while longer. If anything, she was loyal. The Order had protected her from more dangers than she could count, and she would protect their secrecy for as long as it needed protection. "I don't much care for taking any law into my hands. Except the law me and my comrades are establishing in our own way. I do what I do for the fun of it. I need no greater reason than that," she replied to Emerald's assumption. "You know, with the exception of most of that law part, you're beginning to fit the bill of one of my kind of people."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Well this was a fascinating turn of events that Emerald didn't exactly expect, Isabel, comparing her to the people she hung out with. Now at this point, Emerald had to assume that the people Isabel hung out with were the people that attacked the x men when they were trying to rescue Iris. In Emerald's mind though, she never exactly thought of herself to that form of extremity, she always had a reason for doing things, she never killed people for pleasure, she killed because sometimes it was the only way make sure no one else got hurt. No matter what happened, Emerald always had good intentions for the things she did it was what being a 'hero' was all about.
However, Emerald wasn't your day to day superman, she perfered doing things her own way on her own terms. Her current 'pack' didn't exactly agree with her methods but sometimes it was the only thing one could do to get the job done.
"Vigilante, a noun, it means one who takes or advocates the taking of law enforcement into one's own hands." Emerald recieted as if she had been saying it for years. The wolf girl reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a folded Newspaper, on the headline it read 'Murdering Fiends! These Men Must Be Stopped From Murdering Innocent People! Dont Let the Courts let these Monsters get away!' There would be photos of each of the males and females mugshots and what they had done. Emerald looked down at the male that she had stabbed in the stomach so vicously and pointed at his face. "He was charged for five counts of murder, not counting what he did in the camps. He was one of the guards that one of my Teamates allowed to get away. He tried to take Ruby once he wanted to make her 'pure' Free from her mutant shell. Ruby got away but some didn't,"
It was easy to see that Emerald wasn't exactly happy with her fellow X men at this time. Her mindset was completely different than theres and that much was also easy to see. The She wolf looked at Isabel with another small grin.
"Isabel, why would I ever try to kill you? You are my partner in crime remember? You may call me a good two shoes for saying this but you are my friend! I would never Kill you! Beat you up and show you that i can kick your ass as long as long as I fight to my full potential, but never kill."
As odd as this was, the seventeen year old sounded absolutely serious about this. It was rather odd because both girls always enjoyed screwing with each other so much that they would normally never be serious with one another.
"Besides....I need people on my side right now considering that most of the mansion most likely hates me for actually causing a matter we should be able to discuss without taking the whole 'lets not talk about it or we will hurt peoples feeling bull shit." Emerald growled a little bit. "I just get so annoyed with the fact that no one wants to stick up for the little guy without having some huge ass rule for it. So what if we arent supposed to kill people, sometimes we have to in order to save the rest of the damn world!"
"Thanks for the vocabulary lesson, Miss Dictionary," Isabel replied simply, giving an exaggerated roll of her eyes as Emerald recited the definition of vigilante for her. "Justify it with whatever word you like, it was still brutally murdering a group of young men," she continued, watching with little care as a table of about four or five people left their meals half finished, threw a lump of uncounted bills on the table for the waitress, and hurriedly left the diner. Huh. Some people just didn't have the stomach for hearing about beating a person to a bloody pulp over lunch. Letting her attention drift away from the small bell attached tot he door as it stopped ringing, she let her gaze drift back over to the young wolf girl that sat across from her as she pulled a newspaper into sight. Quickly she read over the headlines, again raising an eyebrow as she looked back to Emerald as if to say 'And your point is?' She listened passively to the explanation and gave a shrug in reply. "Same old sob story everyone's got for these guys," she said, letting her gaze wander over the numerous mugshots and the names they were lined up with each. "I know I didn't get to kill every guard in the camps that was less than hospitable to me. I plan on finding those bastards and ripping them apart, but I make no claims of doing it in the name of the law," she said, speaking again as her eyes flitted from the paper to Emerald's face and back again. She did recognize a few of the men and women printed in black and white. She recognized a good number of them, though not every one. "You really shouldn't be surprised that the other X-Dopes let these guys get away, you know," she commented, a small spike perhaps half an inch long sprouting from her fingertip as she spoke. Lazily she reached out toward the paper and put a nice clean cut across one particular man's face. The one Emerald had just killed. Letting the spine slip back into her finger she continued, "They worry more about public appearances than they do about righting a crime effectively. Lick the humans feet for a while and see if they warm up to mutant kind. They're fighting for a hopeless cause."
Emerald's next comment easily dragged Isabel's attention away from the immobile ink faces on the paper in front of her and focused it solely on the lupine. Confusion and wariness contorted her previously aloof manner and expression, her gaze intently watching the young woman across from her, as if trying to detect some sign of deceit in her words. It was true that the two of them had grown a little closer in the Camps, though Isabel had always assumed it was more out of a necessity to work together in order to stay alive and escape that Hell hole rather than an true friendship. However, there seemed to be no deception in the girl's words, only honesty and true curiosity as to what Isabel had said. "A vigilante works in the name of the law. I am a murderer. I have killed dozens of people, sometimes with little to no provocation. The law would love to get their hands on me as well as those I work with. My death alone would be a blessing to many and would undoubtedly save many, many more lives," she answered coolly, her composure returning with an air of carelessness as she crossed her arms and leaned back in the seat, her expression returning to one of complete indifference. She had stated nothing but fact. She knew she was wanted by the police. She knew she had killed people and would kill more in the near future. She knew her death would be celebrated more than mourned. She also knew the same could be said for most of her companions, though she'd always do her best to prevent any serious harm from coming to them. They were her family, and she'd rip anyone to shreds in a second for them if it was required of her.
It was as Emerald continued speaking that a thought occurred to Isabel. An insane little thought that she tried to shake away at first, but it stuck to her mind stubbornly and would not be silenced despite her efforts to do so. "You say we're friends," she said, repeating the girl's words as her gaze dropped to the table, her eyes roaming over the printed colors on it surface distractedly as the gears in her mind turned. "You also say you need people on your side. I doubt you'll find anyone in the X-Goodies would fit that bill, what with you going around killing people, even if they rightfully deserve it," she continued, one of her hands rising to toy with a small strand of her ribboned hair. She paused momentarily, weighing the possible outcome of her decision. Distractedly she glanced up at Emerald and then back down at the table, her eyes once again roving over the odds and ends scattered on the structure. "You know how we operate," she continued, assuming Emerald would pick up on who the 'we' was. "We hardly ever even cast a second glance at a murder, cold blooded or otherwise. What each of us does is largely our own business. We don't stand for the same things the X-Nerds do, but your methods and our methods are very similar, with the exception of the laws you embed in your actions," she said, pausing once more to give her words a chance to sink into the wolf girl's head and find some meaning. "We don't care much about anyone's past, though yours might cause a small snag. And to us, our whole species is 'the little guy' and we stick up for ourselves in whichever way we see fit. We don't care much about saving the whole world. Just the portion of it that matters. However, there are definitely aspects of your attitude that would fit in nicely into our operation." Again a slight pause as she looked back up to Emerald, her gaze sticking this time as she regarded the girl, watching to judge her reaction. "So, what do you say, Emerald? Care to leave your overbearing little boot lickers behind and join the group that really knows their place in this world? Care to come and join my little family?"
“If I killed you then who would I have that could stop me from possibly getting to soft.” Emerald only smirked at Isabel. Her smiled absolutely wolvish looking. “During our fight I had to hold so much back because we weren’t there to hurt anyone, just retrieve. I was limited by my ‘leader’ but you know what you reminded me Isabel reminded me that no matter what anyone says Im gonna fight with all of my strength, tricks and tatics that I have been taught over the years. You should be proud of yourself you actually helped a dog remember a trick.”
Well, well, well this was a change in events to say the least. First Isabel precedes to tell her venhemently the fact that she did kill someone and that she was a murderer technically, then she insulted the x men and now she was asking Emerald about joining the order. Hmm, that was an intresting change of subject now wasn’t it? Though it wasn’t exactly surprising considering the fact that as of lately Emerald had been at the throats of her fellow X men, wanting to beat them upside the heads with their precious righteous morals it was rather annoying really.
In truth, Emerald couldn’t exactly help herself when it came to causing small confrontations with others. She enjoyed provoking people into arguments when it came to their so called righteous morals and in a sense she was a lot like Isabel in may ways. However terrifying that may be or sound, Emerald did act a little bit like a villan at times, times that she had dubbed necessary. She hated being the bad guy but she couldn’t allow people that did horrible things to others get away, It just wouldn’t be right. Isabel was a different matter though, family came before anything else and oddly enough the wolf girl had formed a strange sort of bond with the bone manipulator and she doubted she could bring herself to kill the lass even if she tried. Unless Isabel did something to really piss her off, she had to admit she liked her style.
“I will think about your offer Isabel, I really will.” Emerald told Isabel removing a card from her pocket. It had a number and the address of a different dinner and a warf on it on the card. “You can reach me on that number and if you get into any kind of trouble you can go to ether of those places and say ‘The sun rises high over the fourth moon” They will escort you to the back and give you a place to stay, though,” Emerald paused, her previously distracted gaze turning to Isabel. “If you are in any kind of trouble I would prefer you call me, Believe it or not I can help you out if you are in a tight spot with the law or what have you. Just a convenient tidal wave can do wonders for the police department’s cars.”
Emerald looked to be dead serious on this, she seemed to be ready to break the law only if it meant protecting her own kind. It was what she believed was right and that was good enough for her.
"Make all the excuses you want, Dog Breath, I still say I could kick your ass from here to next week if it ever came down to another fight. Hell, I could have done it back at KP if that mangy cat hadn't cut in and saved your sorry hide," she replied, giving a bit of a smirk in order not to show anything deceiving about her thoughts on Em's second comment about helping a dog's memory. She didn't quite know how to feel about being a convenience to an X-Dweeb. In the simple minds of people that only saw in black and white, Isabel was supposed to be the black, the bad side of things, even if she argued differently. And Emerald and the X-Nerds were in the white, the good side of the color spectrum. Black and white were not supposed to help each other out, they were supposed to try and outdo each other and ultimately attempt to destroy each other in the name of their morals. At least in the simple minds of black and white. However, in this particular situation, Isabel was feeling more grey than black. Emerald herself seemed to be less than white. But, she was still an X-Dork, and because of that little fact it remained harder to accept the fact that she was helping the wolf girl out in any way. They weren't in the Camps anymore, they could go back to fending for themselves to some extent and not having to rely so heavily on others simply to keep some filthy humans at arm's length. However, as much as she loathed to admit it, she was growing some form of attachments to the young woman, though she may not go as far as to say it was true friendship. "You may have had your memory jogged when it comes to tricks from the past. But you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks," was the comment Isabel settled for. Internal conflict was called internal for a reason, after all. And thus far she was still only on speaking terms with this girl when it came to semi serious threats and goads for violence.
Isabel let her focus shift back to the wolf girl again as she gave an answer to her proposal. It wasn't exactly the answer she'd been seeking, but it was certainly a start. A consideration was better than a flat out no. And she did believe that this girl could make an interesting addition to their little team, especially where carnage was involved. She was nearly as ruthless as Isabel was. One eyebrow rose slightly when the wolf girl pulled a card from her pocket, adding a more business-like element to their whole little meeting, rather than just sticking to their friendly hostility. With an air of nonchalance she reached out a hand and took the offered card, letting her gaze drop to the small rectangle and taking in the bits of information it held. Figures the water manipulator would have a place near a wharf or something similar. She cracked a small smile at the code phrase she supposedly had to use, looking back to the girl across from her as she tucked the card away into a pocket hidden in the pleats of her skirt. "Is the code and everything really necessary? Subtleties aren't really my style. It's more likely that I'd ask for you by name or say I knew you or something of the sort. Besides, my Family usually has any serious problems of mine covered," she replied, once again falling back on those in the Order, having a kind of blind faith in those that were members. It may have been a bit foolish of her to have such confidence in them, but she did trust them above all others at this point. "However, I will be sure to keep this in mind if I ever am in a real jam. Who knows? You may get to tear apart a few more humans in the process and continue to prove that my family is more suiting to you than yours is."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
