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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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.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 15, 2008 22:03:49 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Exhaling slightly as he felt his body get heavy and slower Bacchus started a full sprint to the brick wall that lead a semi busy street that was now covered in police cars, fire trucks and ambulances. The bricks collapsed with easy as Bacchus ran threw them with a few hundred pounds on his dense body. Bacchus flew threw the air with nothing but a backpack on in the late morning…
Bacchus landed on the main street that passed by the now blazing inferno that was once Jenny’s apartment. A small crater was formed as he landed and slammed down to the ground. Landing on his feet and one of his hands to soften the blow Bacchus stood up straight. Noticing that the street was blocked off as what looked like thousands of people were crowding the police blockades as the fire fighters desperately tried to dose the flames that roared threw the building. Bacchus squinted as he noticed that there were bright flashes coming from all around him. Trying to place the flashes he found out where they were coming from and his stomach dropped a little.
News vans were sprawled out all over the place, he noticed that since he landed most of the attention was on him, kind of the exact opposite of what he was going for. Bacchus started to laugh as he looked around trying to find a way to escape but there weren’t many options. The options lessened even more as the cops that were working crowd control pulled out guns and surrounded him. To the cops, “Look mates I just want to get the hell out of here, don’t want no trouble.” The cop closest to Bacchus laughed and said, “Well…Mate, you got trouble, setting a building on fire and now disturbing the peace by exposing your self, put your hands up.” Bacchus let out a laugh that echoed through the street, “You want me to put my hands up? Wouldn’t that be going in the opposite direction? Also I isn’t no fire starter.” He looked down to his hands that were covering his ‘assets’ and slightly blushed as the cop spat back, “Get down on the ground mutie and put your hands on your head.“ Again Bacchus laughed as he was tying his best to avoid some of the cat calls he heard coming from the distance he really hoped they were girls.
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Isabel was out wandering the streets of New York in order to get a little fresh air and rid herself of the terribly cooped up feeling she'd been overwhelmed with due to remaining withing the Sanctuary the past few days amusing herself by reading and speaking with a few of the newer residents. It had been quiet and uneventful thus far, and though it was a bit boring she hadn't really minded. However that atmosphere came to a crashing halt as the scream of sirens cut through the air and the heavy smell of smoke drifted past. A small grin lit up her features as red and blue lights shot in and out of sight on a street just up ahead, effectively catching and holding her attention. How long had it been since she'd paid a visit to her favorite little playmates? She couldn't quite recall, which must have meant it had been far too long. She quickly decided that she'd have to remedy that little predicament. And from the look of things, she may even get to play with a fireman or two. They were always a nice change up, but there really was no beating a classic. And so she picked up her pace a little, following the trickling of people that were emerging from their various evening activities to see what all the noise was about. It was pretty obvious just from the smoke that was now visible against the sky that it was a fire that had attracted the attention of the emergency personnel, but why had the police officers gotten out of their vehicles? Come to think of it, why were there so many of them in the first place? There had to be at least three or four police cars that had gone by and were now stopped not too far off. It was quite obvious there was more going on than just an ordinary house fire.
Casually she pushed right through the people that were gathering in a small crowd, sauntering toward the officers as if she were one of them and was in control of the whole situation. She didn't go around behind the boys in blue, for where was the fun in it if she couldn't see their faces when their sights fell on her? She was very widely known as a cop killer, innocent or not, and she was sure they'd recognize her once she fell into their line of sight. It was not a good thing for an officer when Isabel showed up. "What seems to be the problem here, officers? Some kind of crimi-" she began, but stopped short and whirled around, facing the opposite direction, her brown eyes wide and her mouth pinched in a thin line in surprise and a hint of shock. She paid no mind to the police officers, some of which now trained their guns on her and were barking orders in her direction. She was too focused on the feeling of her face growing hotter within seconds. They had apprehended a man at the scene of an alleged crime. The man was naked. As in no clothes. Just a ratty old backpack with him. Naked. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She couldn't very well walk away with pistols aimed at her back. And she really didn't want to pass up on her opportunity to have a little fun. But the young man was naked!
Finally, after another moment of silent deliberation, and when she was sure her face had cooled back down to its normal color, she turned back around, clearly trying to keep her gaze elevated to a height where she would catch little to nothing of anything below the man's bellybutton. Carefully she tried to keep her attention focused on the boys in blue and away from the stranger. It was too late to do much for the kid. There were a good number of news crews around, after all, each equipped with a reporter and a camera, a good number of them live. This also undoubtedly meant that she was on camera as well, and any and all questions that may have been left after her Trial were about to be brought right back into the light again. But since when had she ever cared about that sort of thing? She didn't expect to be tried again anyways. "Hey, kid," she called, addressing the Naked Wonder, completely ignoring the irritated shouts from the officers, "Either you find something to wear now and give me a hand, or you take off and leave me to my fun. But don't just stand there like an idiot," she continued, daring to cast a glance over to see his reaction, her gaze remaining steadily in line with his face.
Turning away from him one more, she quickly called up her bone armor beneath her skin, brought one hand up level with her chest, and lifted her other hand a few inches away from her body. From her second hand grew her favored bone sword, though through her Camp experience she'd modified it a little, decorating it with many smaller, razor sharp spines arranged in a spiraling pattern that ran from tip to base, making it even deadlier. From her other hand grew three small knobs at the tip of each finger, each of the knobs lengthening only enough to give them a pointed tip, each just as sharp as the spines on her bone sword. In one fluid motion she swung her arm out, releasing the bone bullets and sent them flying in the direction of the gathered officers, not wasting a moment as she quickly fell into motion behind them, grinning manically and bringing up her sword in order to begin her own brand of fun.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 16, 2008 15:02:36 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
The situation went from bad to worse as the cops continued to circle him. Sure he could go super size and kill them all but later on that would probably bite him on the butt. He shivered as a cold breeze shot through the air. He really wished he had some clothes on. Bacchus’s ears rang out as a playful voice sounded some where near him.
"What seems to be the problem here, officers? Some kind of crimi-"
Bacchus’s head turned slightly to see the source of the voice, wondering why she didn’t stay behind the police tape. He didn’t want to hurt a girl or get blood on her for that matter, he hated showing women and children what he had to do sometimes, back home he had to do it in front of Gunner and the kid was sick for three weeks.
Bacchus smiled thinking of another reason why she came closer, she wanted to get a better look at the naked man right in the middle of the street. He let out large laugh as she spun around after her face turned blood red. ‘Getting a better look is defiantly a big no in that case. So why come here?’ Thought Bacchus.
He soon got his answer as several cops showed a hint of fear as they recognized her and some aimed their guns towards the blushing beauty.
"Hey, kid," "Either you find something to wear now and give me a hand, or you take off and leave me to my fun. But don't just stand there like an idiot,"
Bacchus now turned his back to the majority of the officers that were facing him to look at the girl. Thinking to himself again, ‘Why the hell is every one calling me a kid,’ he looked her up and down ‘you ain’t much older Sheila though I wouldn’t mind to get to know you better’. Bacchus looked around for some spare clothes just lying around but of course he found none. Bacchus frowned as he noticed that the video cameras around them were still going. ‘Well, we will just gonna have to take care of that, and this crowd is to much.’ Expanding his lungs and his puffing his chest like a balloon he increased the volume of his voice to the max and let out a thunder like roar. Small shockwaves of dirt flew everywhere as glass in a large radius shattered. Glass rained down on the crowds as they screamed and panicked and began to scatter. That was what he was going for, now with just the cops, a few reporters and the mystery girl that was now dawning what looked like a sword of ivory. He grinned ‘Man, I meeting more and more freaks like me.’
Bacchus ran to the closest officer as he did a palm thrust to the man’s head as the back of the skull split open and as blood ran from his ears. He smiled a savage smile as he began to realize this had to be his new favorite way of killing.
The Naked Bacchus ran to the next officer closet to him as he had a delightful face full of fear on his face. The officer unloaded his entire clip on Bacchus bare chest, which made him flinch every time he was hit. His kin was tough but he was still exposed to the elements and heat was his least favorite. Grabbing the officer by the head and killing him instantly Bacchus pivoted and threw him to the officer closest to the girl with the glowing white sword. Still naked and no longer being modest he ran to his next pray he called out, “Watch you back Sheila.”
Before Isabel had even gotten within a few feet of the officer closest to the direction she'd started off in, her steps faltered and her pace slowed dramatically and then halted all together as a painfully loud sound ripped through the air, scattering debris and people alike and sending down a dangerous shower of glass. Her free hand came up and covered one ear, though she couldn't do the same with the other without getting rid of her weapon first, so she instead pressed an area of skin near her wrist to the side of her head, her face screwed up into a grimace as the loud noise slowly died away into fainter echoes and then into silence again. Thankfully most of the glass had fallen closer to the buildings they had come from, though that didn't stop a handful of stray shards from sprinkling over the area that had been taped off, which Isabel, the officers, and the Naked Wonder now occupied. She would have no problem treading on the sharp pieces, seeing as she was wearing shoes, but she wasn't so sure how the shoeless young man would fare. Well it would serve him right, she thought spitefully as she uncovered her ears and sent a glare in his direction. At least the cameras that she could see had broken lenses now. She didn't think that would do much about the film that was already recorded, but it would prevent those particular news crews from capturing any more. In comparison to the monstrously loud yell the guy had given, the squealing sirens on the emergency vehicles seemed quite hushed, though they did serve to remind her what it was she had been doing.
Turning back to the gathered officers who were also recovering from the piercing yell, she started toward them again, this time taking up a casual pace, rather than her previously rushed one. Quickly guns were raised again and trigger fingers tightened, their owners continuing to shout warning for her to halt or they would shoot. The closest officer to her had his sights trained on her torso, aiming for her chest as they were no doubt taught to do. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat as she advanced, lifting her sword arm as the bone began to rotate in her palm, another little tricky she'd taught herself in the mess of the Camp Breakout, giving the viciously pointed weapon a kind of drill-like element. Suddenly she broke into another sprint, eager to jump into the action, causing a reaction to occur with the young man as he pulled the trigger of his gun soon after when she'd gotten only a few steps away from him. He had to have been new to the force to have waited that long, though it did help his accuracy. She felt the bullet hit slightly left of her sternum, just a little higher than where her heart rested. The armor beneath her skin prevented the projection from entering her skin any more than an inch, though the hot metal burned her flesh where it sat for only a moment before a small knob of bone pushed against it and sent it falling to the ground, where it skittered out from underfoot. Her step had hitched for just a moment at the sensation before she brought her arm forward, driving the tip of the sword in the same place where his bullet had hit her, tearing through flesh and bone alike and leaving a gaping hole behind when she ripped the still spinning weapon back toward her.
All Hell was breaking loose at that point with two people, both now obviously mutants attacking the officers who were scrambling to do something about it and get out alive. Isabel had turned to overtake her second plaything when a body sailed into her intended target, both falling and only one seeming to be alive as she struggled to get out from under the corpse of her former squad mate. She heard the young man call a warning and only glanced at him unhappily for the briefest moment before advancing on the downed woman. "Well I'm sure as hell not watching you!" she spat back, irritated that he'd not really listened to what she'd told him to do. He was helping her out as she'd permitted him to do, but without the clothing she'd directed him to find. "And I'm not a 'Sheila'!" she concluded, knowing full well that it was an Australian term, which judging by his accent was what the kid was. But just because he called every other girl by that name didn't mean she'd let him do the same to her. She had her own name, thank you very much, and she'd prefer to go by that, though she didn't bother to offer it to him. She would give him props on his technique and eagerness to join in, though. It wasn't easy to split someone's skull without a strength related mutation, and throwing a body was even more difficult. Other than that bit of recognition, she refused to pay him any more mind. He was still running around buck naked, after all. And she didn't care to catch sight of him in such a state.
After easily shredding one half of the trapped woman's face, skull and brain away, she paused a moment to look around the area. There were still a decent number of officers scrambling around, and a few reporters were frantically trying to get their cameras back online, while others looked as if they were debating whether or not they should stick around. The sight of them was enough to remind Isabel that she hated reporters with a passion. After her Trial she'd been swamped with them and it had taken every ounce of willpower she had to prevent herself from tearing a few of them to bits. They were such a nuisance! However, what was to stop her from toying with a few of them now? For the most part the news involving her Trial had died down and fallen into the background with the rest of the old news. And while she wasn't usually one to abandon her fun with her favorite kind of playmates, this was an opportunity she didn't care to pass up. Plus, if she killed the reporters, then their gear was also at her disposal, which would give her a chance to get rid of any incriminating evidence they most likely had against her. Mulling it over for only a few short moments more, she turned from the police officers and set off after the news crews, reluctantly ignoring those that finally decided that this was definitely not the place for them to be as they scrambled to get back into their cars and vans. She would grab what she could get. If a few of them got away as a result, then so be it. No matter how much she thought it should be otherwise, she knew she couldn't have it all. But that would not stop her from having some fun with what she could have.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 16, 2008 20:40:03 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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0
Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus had to give the girl some credit she was pretty talented with a sword and once more it looked like she was enjoying drilling and slicing the police officers. A chill ran down hi neck, he killed before but he didn’t necessarily enjoyed doing it, it just had to be done. It was either he or they and he had his family to protect. So obviously it wasn’t going to be him.
Bacchus smirked as his attention was drawn to some of the crowd as they continued to scream and run. The glass was now fallen but it got the point across, he didn’t want anyone to see what he was doing or about to do.
“Bang Bang” Bacchus taunted in a almost perfect super loud imitation of a gun as one of the cops hit his chest again several times again he walked closer to him as his hand grew larger and larger and with a quick rotation of the shoulder Bacchus had the giant hand in the air and said to the officer, “Sorry Mate told you I don’t want any trouble.” Letting gravity take hold of the giant hand Bacchus swatted the man straight into the cement with the force so immense Bacchus could feel the man turn to a puddle under his body.
A look of disgust came about his face as he tried to shake the innards of the officer from his hand. ‘Gross’ thought Bacchus, ‘I need something better for getting this job done… Bacchus looked about for several things he could use the best ones he could think of is either the police offices car or a lamppost. In all honesty he could have gotten the job dine without it but that squishy sensation he had right now was making his stomach a bit uneasy. He started walking for the closest police car. More and more cops started firing on him, as he got bigger and denser. The bullets seemed like small raindrops to the skin and the burns vanished, he was now too big to feel those bullets.
Bacchus picked up the police cruiser and made the cruiser it self denser so it would last longer. Bacchus stood 15 feet in the air as he walked about swinging the car like toy; one after another the cops were swatted aside like nothing. Bacchus grew tired of the police and with out warning walked to the news vans that were blocked in from all the chaos.
He took the cop car and started using it like a massive hammer crushing each of the news vans into pancakes. Bacchus spent a couple minutes carefully taking out all the vans 10 down and one to go Bacchus javelined the cop car straight to the last van as it cursed it due to the density.
Looking around Bacchus realized there were still police officers about and him being the gentleman that he was he wasn’t going to let a poor defenseless girl fight all by here self. Bacchus chuckled as he grew a bit more ‘her defenseless…ha’. Bacchus just walked about stepping on an officer one after another. Trying not to lose his stomach from the squishy feeling that was coming from under his toes.
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Isabel had cut down at least three more humans that had unfortunately fallen into her path, their news camera dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, left behind for her to dismantle later on. It was then that it occurred to her how much like her rats they were behaving, each scurrying to keep out of her reach after having swarmed to the scene of the fire and dispute, greedy to get their hands on a piece of it. Smiling widely at the thought, she allowed the bone sword planted in her palm to stop spinning and smoothly slide back up into her arm. In its place, she had a long spine grow from each of her fingers and thumbs on both hands, all of the spikes ending in a dangerous point and reaching a length of perhaps six inches or so. Momentarily she looked over her new choice in weaponry as if inspecting them for flaws, when in reality she was just trying to get her playmates to squirm a little more. She was sure at least some of them realized that with the sword they very well could have gotten off easily and would have died quickly. With these smaller spines, it would take a lot more damage and some more time before they would be killed. Isabel couldn't help but enjoy the thought of such a fact, perhaps enjoying the looks of horror a few of the people gave her just a bit more. Just as easily as she had stopped, she launched back into motion, quickly overtaking a woman that had just snapped the spike off of one of her high heels and had faltered in her steps for just a moment too long. Spearing the woman in the arm, Isabel used the momentum of her movement to spin the field reporter around to face her. Once she could see the woman's face, she instantly plunged her other hand into her chest, the spines of her fingers scraping against the woman's sternum as she slipped her fingers in through the ribs and wrapped them around the bone. At first nothing happened, except that Isabel had lost her smile, instead adopting a more concentrated look, the woman in her grip looking horrified as her muscles spasmed and blood stained her nice outfit. And then in a sudden burst of movement the bottom half of the sternum tore out of the woman's flesh, the bloody bone glaring out strikingly in the light before it lengthened and curved back on its owner, like some kind of nightmarish scorpion tail. It hovered in place for on a moment before spearing the woman in the head.
Letting the body drop from her grasp and giving her blood drenched hand an absentminded shake, Isabel turned to find her next toy when she caught sight of a much taller and still very naked young man smashing people and news vans alike with one of the police cars. She let out a sound of both irritation and embarrassment as she spun around to face the opposite direction for the second time since she'd run into him. It was so much harder to pretend he didn't exist until he at least had a pair of pants on when he'd obviously used whatever mutation he had to make himself grow like that. Spitefully she decided that she would find something for him to wear for when this little session was over, and he probably wouldn't care for her choice. Deliberately trying to keep out of the giant's way as he turned the vans into scrap metal, she continued on her way breaking all of the toys she came in contact with, taking full advantage of the remembered growth in her mutation, which she had been practicing in order to become more efficient in using it. She did not leave a single body behind that was not grotesquely twisted and riddled with gaping wounds. Thanks to the giant's method of squishing the officers and vehicles like oversized bugs, it didn't take long before no one was left standing, leaving the taped off area of street as a blood stained grave site. Determinedly she managed to find a bit of clothing that was not completely drenched in blood and bits of flesh and turned toward the naked giant, careful to keep her gaze lowered to only a short distance from her feet. "Hey, you! The Naked Wonder! You get yourself down to a smaller size and put this on! Now!" she demanded, tossing the bit of fabric at his super-sized feet, the cloth just happening to make up a tasteful navy blue pencil skirt. She didn't care what the hell he put on so long as he had something to wear. Turning back away from him, she quickly busied herself with tearing apart the abandoned cameras, tossing pieces here and there and smashing others, making sure they could not be put back together again, muttering irritable about crazy naked boys and hating the way the heat continued to color her face.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 18, 2008 11:48:57 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus finished bashing in the officers and all of the vehicles as he looked about the scarred street riddled with blood bodies glass and flattened cars. A small smile appeared on Bacchus’s face as the girl who was now tiny and short looked up at him and again she kept her eyes at her feet. ‘She doesn’t have a problem bathing in the blood of police officers but when it comes to something like this she acts all innocent and shy…’ a grin came across Bacchus face as he thought ‘be still my heat’.
"Hey, you! The Naked Wonder! You get yourself down to a smaller size and put this on! Now!"
Bacchus started to shrink as he walked closer to the mutant as she tossed a short skirt to his feet. Bacchus abruptly stopped and let out a loud booming laugh, “That ain’t gonna do much, probably didn’t even fit the girl it was on.” Bacchus looked about still laughing and walking over to a corpse of a male officer. Bacchus took of the pants and then activated his power making them greatly larger than they were before so they would fit. Bacchus pulled them on and tightened the belt; he walked closer to the girl and held up his arms like he was modeling the blooded pants, “How do I look Sheila?”
Isabel let out a small 'Hmph' as the young man laughed after discovering what it was she had tossed at his feet, still not looking at him as she dismantled camera after camera and any other bits of equipment she could find, using the spines that were still protruding from her fingertips as aids in puncturing and ripping the mechanisms apart. "Even a short skirt would have been an improvement in your situation," she commented, casting a weary gaze at the group of firemen not too far off who were all still occupied with putting out the fire and helping civilians escape from the rapidly crumbling building. Briefly she debated whether or not it would be worth it to distract them a little, but soon after decided against it. After this particular encounter she'd just as soon go back home. Besides, she was already spattered with blood, she didn't need to be singeing her bow and skirt on top of it. And she didn't need to risk the possibility that her new acquaintance would grow again and shred whatever bits of clothing he decided were fit enough to wear. Boys were easily enough encouraged, and she wasn't planning on giving this one any reason to start more trouble. She had had more than enough nakedness for one day, thank you very much.
Tossing one of the camera's internal doohickeys casually across the blood stained pavement, she chanced a look back up at the young man as he spoke to her again, asking her opinion on his current appearance, even striking a bit of a pose as if he were really showing off. One eyebrow quirked as she took in his choice in attire, that choice being a pair of navy blue pants from one of the police officers decorated by darker splotches of color, which she assumed was blood. The backpack was still the only thing worn on his torso. "Much better. And I'm not a Sheila, I'm an Isabel," she replied, relieved that her face had once again returned to its normal color after she'd thrown her attention into destroying the news equipment. "What's the deal with your lack of proper clothing anyways?" she inquired, dropping the last few bits of electronics and getting to her feet. Even without making himself bigger he was still a good six inches or so above her own height. "Seems kind of strange to me to be running from a burning building without even a pair of pants on. Especially since you seem to have had enough time to grab that backpack there. I would think pants would be a better investment in what little time you had to get out," she continued, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and crossing her arms, the spines in her fingers smoothly sliding back up into her flesh. "Which also brings around the question of how the fire started in the first place. The police seemed to have thought they'd caught a good suspect."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 18, 2008 21:32:29 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Bacchus waited for a second till she seemed down asking all the questions she had for him. ‘Lot’s of questions’ thought Bacchus, ‘She writing a book?’ Bacchus then looked her up and down, ‘She doesn’t look like the type to write a book let alone read one’ Bacchus tried to picture he reading a book but just as soon pictured her stabbing an author of the book, as sick as it was it brought a smile to his face. Replaying all the questions in his head Bacchus answered the girl as best he could.
"Much better. And I'm not a Sheila, I'm an Isabel,"
Bacchus flashed a grin and did a small tilt of his head as a poor attempt of an apologetic bow, “Sorry bout that, meant know offense call every one Sheila.” Bacchus let out a small wink, “though I got to say Isabel is a beautiful name.” Bacchus noticed that she was digging through the tapes trying to destroy the evidence thinking to him, ‘ she seems like a pro at this.’
"What's the deal with your lack of proper clothing anyways?" "Seems kind of strange to me to be running from a burning building without even a pair of pants on. Especially since you seem to have had enough time to grab that backpack there. I would think pants would be a better investment in what little time you had to get out," "Which also brings around the question of how the fire started in the first place. The police seemed to have thought they'd caught a good suspect."
Bacchus thought back about the events leading up to the night with Jenny and the wake up in hell. “To be fair I woke up with this backpack on me and as well as a towel, but me being in a burning building kinda made it difficult to keep a cotton towel, it went up like the 4th of July.” Bacchus looked up to the fire, “that I believe is the result of Sheila named jenny, the witch got me in a shower and…” Bacchus tried to hold back a laugh but couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, “She dropped a toaster in the shower, I woke up and she made off with a few thousand of my money.” Bacchus was now frowning as he looked about trying to see if she was in the area, he had to give her a piece of his mind.
Bacchus looked back to Isabel, “guess you could say I am the perfect scapegoat,” Bacchus smiled and again inclined his head a bit, “The names is Bacchus, Bacchus Brickson.” Looking at the blood on the girls skirt and bow, “Now would you mind if I asked what you were doing here, from the looks of it you weren’t in the fight to help me, in fact I think you started it.” Bacchus let out a loud laugh as he walked closer to her so he didn’t have to be so loud.
At the sight of a small wink given and the compliment offered after she'd given her name, Isabel just stared at the young man incredulously for a moment. Not even ten minutes out of a burning building, public exposure, and a small massacre and he was already giving small, flirty displays. She wasn't quite sure whether to be flattered at the compliment, disdainful of it, or something in between. She settled for ignoring it. "No offense taken. I just prefer my real name to slang for 'girl'," she replied, pretending like she'd never even heard the last half of what he'd said. She didn't doubt that he'd keep up with the behavior. If he was at it so soon after such a large dilemma, she was almost wary of what he was like on a regular day. It wasn't often Isabel was complimented in such a way, and as such she wasn't sure what the best way to respond to such things was. In any case, she decided that it would probably be best just not to encourage it at the moment. The male ego could grow so quickly with even the smallest words, and she already had at least one big ego to deal with living back at the Sanctuary. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to handle two of them.
Once again one of Isabel's eyebrows quirked as the young man went on to answer her questions and explain what had happened and why he had been naked. It only made it seem more incredible that the young man would so quickly be acting in such a manner with a girl he'd only just met after another young woman had stolen his money and thrown a toaster into the shower with him. Some people were just too forgiving, or perhaps just too set in their ways. "Scapegoat would be a good word, yes," she replied, also glancing up at the fire, which had died down considerably since she'd first arrived, but was still doing quite a bit of damage. The building looked like it would come down any minute. "Sounds like you're just a magnet for trouble." Slowly she shifted her attention back to the young man as he offered his name and proceeded to ask a question of his own. "I was out for a stroll when the sirens and smoke distracted me. It's nothing unusual. There was a crowd after all," she replied, looking as innocent as she always did when she was trying to wriggle out of taking the blame for anything. "I was curious. And I was only acting out of self defense when I showed up. Those cops pulled guns on me first. I felt threatened and defended myself accordingly," she continued, lifting her chin a little, as if daring him to say otherwise. "As for the cameras, I took them apart to remove any evidence of the scene that could be taken the wrong way. Anyone fighting against a cop is automatically labeled a bad guy. And I'm not a bad guy."
Once more she cast a short glance in the direction of the firemen and the EMT's who were desperately trying to put out the flames and care for those that had been rescued from the building. Some were sitting on the ground with oxygen masks on their faces, others were standing and staring up at the building as it burned, and even more were being carted away on stretchers, full ambulances leaving to head toward the hospital while more arrived to receive more patients. "We should probably get out of here," she said, shooting a sidelong glance at the young man she now knew as Bacchus. "It won't be long until more cops show up to investigate and try to contain us. Others will be along to pick up this mess, as well. And I just don't feel like being around when they get here." Easily she turned in the direction she'd arrived from and started walking back that way, planning on heading to the Sanctuary once more. She gave a little wave signaling to the young man that he could follow if he wanted to. "Looks like you're gonna need a place to stay after this," she called back, looking over her shoulder at him once before turning back around and continuing on. "I know a place that'll put you up for however long you'd like."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 18, 2008 23:13:30 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"I was curious. And I was only acting out of self defense when I showed up. Those cops pulled guns on me first. I felt threatened and defended myself accordingly,"
Bacchus noticed that Isabel didn’t seem to convincing to him as she said this but he wasn’t one to call some one out on being a liar, to each their own. He held back from laughing at her being in self-defense mode as he looked at the mangled corpses that she had so quickly and happily disposed of. If she wasn’t a bad guy then what was she? Bacchus wasn’t to pass out judgment on others but she hardly struck him as a good guy. Bacchus himself had been called the bad guy several times, at times like that he just ignored the comments the best he could as he thought about how he was doing this for everyone at home. "We should probably get out of here," "It won't be long until more cops show up to investigate and try to contain us. Others will be along to pick up this mess, as well. And I just don't feel like being around when they get here."
‘Really?’ thought Bacchus as he looked at her, she didn’t seem like the type of girl to be that enthused about running away from a possible fight, but again he thought it best not to comment about hers. He ran his arm across the face wiping some soot or smoke from his eyes as he was walking closer to Isabel.
Looks like you're gonna need a place to stay after this," "I know a place that'll put you up for however long you'd like."
He walked faster as she motioned for him to follow her. ‘this place better not have a small hallway again’ thought Bacchus as he gritted his teeth a bit. As he caught up with her his nose picked up on her scent of flowers. He smiled as he was now arms length away from her, “Really didn’t pick you for the type of girl to smell of apple blossoms.”
Changing the subject back to Isabel’s place of hiding he asked, “So what exactly is this place of yours?”
As Bacchus quickly worked to catch up to her, Isabel made sure to adjust her pace enough to allow him to fall in beside her, and then again to be sure she could keep up with him. He was taller than she was after all, which meant he had longer legs and could take longer strides than she could. However, that measured pace faltered a few steps at the next thing the young man spoke to her, the comment seeming completely out of the blue. She blinked slowly as she looked over to him, readjusting her pace, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "I wouldn't pin you for a guy to be able to accurately name a flower simply from the smell of it, much less one that's simulated through perfume," she countered, looking away from him and turning her attention back to the street, making sure she was headed in the right direction, her expression still somewhat perplexed. This kid just kept throwing curve ball at her and it seemed as if she was unable to catch them when they were pitched. She wasn't really used to being left confused by a person, though at the same time she knew she was also somewhat intrigued by his manner. Trying to gain a bit of solid ground, she simply told herself that the guy was lucky she hadn't made a stab at one of his kidneys yet in response to his comments, though at the same time she was distracted by desperately trying the squash the opinions of the small part of her mind telling her that she didn't mind the attention.
Gratefully she let herself be caught up in his last question, relieved to have a different distraction for her mind to concentrate on. "I'm talking about the Sanctuary, of course," she said, matter-of-factly, speaking with an easy sort of confidence, as if the bit of confusion she was struggling with didn't even exist. "Don't tell me you've never heard of the place before. Big golden doors. On the news fairly often. Owned by one of the richest men in New York," she continued, her eyes drifting about, looking for those golden doors of hers. "It really is an amazing place. More like a five star hotel than a homeless shelter, really. Cafeteria, personal rooms, Library, Pool. It's got all kinds of stuff," she said, smiling proudly as if she were the one who owned the building, rather than simply living there. "If you're interested, I'll even sneak you past Lisa. She's our Secretary and Receptionist, and she's almost too eager to welcome new residents in and give them tours. Kind of creepy happy, but she's a nice woman." She gave a bit of a grin as she looked back to Bacchus for a moment. "And we've got no problem sheltering people who are in trouble with the law or someone else. Most of us are more than happy to tell them to back off, which is probably one reason why it's called the Sanctuary. We can leave off any forms for today and you can take a look around the place and see what you think of it," she concluded, smiling a little as part of the golden entrance fell into view not too far off. "So, think you're interested?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 19, 2008 9:04:15 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"I wouldn't pin you for a guy to be able to accurately name a flower simply from the smell of it, much less one that's simulated through perfume,"
Bacchus grinned as he saw her face turning back to the road as he pointed to his nose, “This nose never lies.” Thinking to himself, ‘neither does the eyes, ears or mouth’ which he refrained from laughing about. He wasn’t one to give up all of his secrets during the first meeting, hell he wasn’t one to give up much on the first meeting it’s just Isabel got lucking and caught him during a fight. "I'm talking about the Sanctuary, of course,"
‘Never heard bout it’ thought Bacchus as he continued on his walk with Isabel, ‘only been here for a few days now, don’t know much bout this place, hell I don’t even know where we are!’ again he refrained from speaking while Isabel continued to talk about the Sanctuary out of fear that he would come off rude. ‘Sanctuary? Sounds like a nightclub of some sorts back home’ thought Bacchus. “Don't tell me you've never heard of the place before. Big golden doors. On the news fairly often. Owned by one of the richest men in New York,"
Again Bacchus silently thought, ‘fraid not never heard of them, gold doors though hmmm, could come in handy if I need some cash’, a smile crept over Bacchus’s face as Isabel continued to talk about them with such gusto, all he could do was smile and nod. "It really is an amazing place. More like a five star hotel than a homeless shelter, really. Cafeteria, personal rooms, Library, Pool. It's got all kinds of stuff,"
Bacchus’s smile got wider as he pictured homeless people at a dance club, jumping up in down tripping on ecstasy the thought made Bacchus’s bust out laughing. Which he tried to stop once he started, less he would have to explain why he was laughing so hard. But the idea of a Pool, Personal rooms and more importantly a Cafeteria, he was sold right there even with the homeless people tripping on feel good candy.
"If you're interested, I'll even sneak you past Lisa. She's our Secretary and Receptionist, and she's almost too eager to welcome new residents in and give them tours. Kind of creepy happy, but she's a nice woman." "And we've got no problem sheltering people who are in trouble with the law or someone else. Most of us are more than happy to tell them to back off, which is probably one reason why it's called the Sanctuary. We can leave off any forms for today and you can take a look around the place and see what you think of it,"
Bacchus held back a snort as she said this; it was obvious she didn’t mind the law to back off. In fact it looked like Bacchus that she rather enjoyed telling them to back off as she slide a knife in their side.
"So, think you're interested?"
Bacchus smiled, “All depends you giving me the tour?” Bacchus let out a small laugh as he continued to dwell on the idea of him going to a homeless shelter, ‘won’t have to pay for room or food if it’s what she says it is, I’ll be saving money and the building of the richest man in NYC I’m sure he could use a body guard’. Bacchus looked to Isabel with a flirtatious look on his face, “If a girl like you is living there, it seems to me that that’s the place I would enjoy staying at the most.” Bacchus of course finished this off with a wink as he walked along side Isabel shirtless on the streets of New York.
Isabel didn't bother looking at Bacchus this time as he asked if she'd be giving a tour. At this point she was feeling rather eager to get back to her home, partially because in her current mind set she didn't feel up to being caught out on the street after her little escapade outside the burning building, but also because she assumed she'd feel much more at ease in the familiar interior of the Sanctuary, almost as giving her a tangible bit of solid ground to catch herself on while this kid just kept throwing her for small loops with his behavior. "I suppose I could give you a tour," she replied, brushing past a few people who slowed almost to a halt in order to gape at the pair's bloodied appearance. No doubt that by now some kind of word had gotten around about the small scale slaughter that had occurred. "It won't be anything near the professional level that Lisa uses when giving tours, but I've got the general bits of information about the place up in my head. I won't be sugar coating anything or going on about it each room for five minutes. Short and to the point is what you get if I'm showing you around," she concluded, figuring she'd just give him a heads up in case he was expecting otherwise. Tours tended to be a bit boring to Isabel, so she breezed through them when she could, though she tried to be good about being patient and accommodating when questions and curiosities arose. And with the comments this one had been throwing out, she figured she'd need that patience throughout the duration of the offered tour.
At the next batch of words, she did turn to look at him, looking confused once more and a little wary, her steps slowing as the words sank in and she caught the flirty look and the wink. She even managed to put a step or two more distance between him and herself, even if it was subconsciously. Finally she decided she didn't quite care for the boys forwardness and comments. She didn't like how off guard and unsure of herself it made her feel. Isabel was used to being confident and for the most part in control of the situations she was caught up in, but in meeting this young man it's like everything had been turned the other way. She could feel herself switching over into defensive mode, giving the little bit of extra effort to keep herself from throwing up her bone armor once more, since she highly doubted she'd be needing it. "What is it with you?" she asked suddenly, her expression becoming more guarded, and hopefully less open to interpretation as it had most likely been previously. "From what you told me you were just robbed, burned from your home, and nearly killed by another girl, and here you are acting like this with someone you don't even know. So what is it? Too forgiving? Overly hormonal? Or maybe just stupid?" She hardly thought to be gaining herself or the Sanctuary any positive points with such harsh words, but she honestly did want to understand this young man a little better, even if it was just by a fraction. She just needed something solid to be able to grab hold of.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 19, 2008 10:43:38 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"I suppose I could give you a tour," "It won't be anything near the professional level that Lisa uses when giving tours, but I've got the general bits of information about the place up in my head. I won't be sugar coating anything or going on about it each room for five minutes. Short and to the point is what you get if I'm showing you around,”
Bacchus smiled, “Those are the best kinds of tours, I get bored and easily distracted with the long tours.” He often found him self-breaking things on the long tours and seeing how it’s a homeless shelter he would have felt bad if he broke the Sanctuary. Seeing as how from what she mentioned so many lived.
"What is it with you?" "From what you told me you were just robbed, burned from your home, and nearly killed by another girl, and here you are acting like this with someone you don't even know. So what is it? Too forgiving? Overly hormonal? Or maybe just stupid?”
Bacchus just laughed at her being so forward with the questions, she defiantly didn’t sugar coat it. Putting a look of deep thought on his face he thought about her little outburst of questions. Bacchus cleared his throat as if he was about to say something deep and important, “Hmmmm… think it could be the ladder there Isabel, just because I had one bad run in with a girl doesn’t mean I should take it out on you. Besides you said your self you weren’t a bad guy.” Bacchus again laughed a little as he slowed down his pace so she would feel more secure about the situation, ‘no reason for her to feel threatened’. Stretching his arms behind his head, “Sides it’s best to live it up other wise you could end up like those blokes back there.”
