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.
Aura tied her hair back tightly then wrapped the braid in a length of silk ribben so only the loose end hairs were still visable below the ribbens tie. Grabbing her stolen police revolver she had aquired, she hid the weapon. Aura kneeled down by her bed and scratched her et skunk behind the ear much to the creatures anoyence as it struggeled to wake up. With a parting glance, Aura closed the door behind her and quickly exited from the sanctuary, her face turning more serious as she checked the time. Today she was on a misstion however one that would begin her wrath of Vengence.
Aura set out, heading for the same spot she had for the last three days ever since she tracked the man down. She had reconized the face immediately, the image having long ago burned into her mind. Aura was careful on the way, even with the waneing light. She aproached her location within a few minutes of when her target was to arrive. As the minutes grew longer, Aura's eyes kept scanning the streets. Aura sat down at the street side cafe, and after a few minutes a woman aproched her and surprised her enough whare she almost revealed her Aura. Keeping it back with just her will, she orderd a milk shake.
Then Aura spotted him, he was late unuseual for the man from what she knew. He looked pre ocupied as well. Aura moved from her seat quitely and gracefully, keeping her head low as she weaved through the people who were still on the streets, but their were few. Aura made it half way to the man before he spotted her, and after a few secounds his face went white. Aura came into a full run now, her pink Aura covering her body without a thought about the people who began shouting mutant. Aura swore once, the man spotted her, she would have to train harder in her stealth, he should have been dead by now.
The man ran right into a woman going the other way, tripping on the sidewalk, it was All Aura needed. Aura ran he feet string a bench then the table as she leapt as her prey, her Aura blade forming in aura. The man rolled out of the way and Aura's blade cut riht through the woman's purse, money change and make up rolling all over the sidewalk as Aura whirled around, her Aura blade melted back into the main Aura, and then formed into a drill like object which began to spin, this Time Aura struck her mark, the drill like weapon ripping into the man's stomach and throwing blood all over aura and onto anyone nearby as well. The Man gripped Aura's hand trying to force her arm out, and he did as he was much stronger then her. Letting the drill fade away Aura instead formed a blade on the end of her toes, and delived a swift kick to the Man. stomach the blade peirceing under the rib cage, probing for vitals though it found None. Pushing Aura back he staggerd to the edge of the Sidewalk but Aura charged her shoulder and Aura hitting just hard enough to knock the man back into the street, his eyes went widr as the the Bus's horn screamed. Aura saw littile else, as the Man met the bus, with a sickening crack, Aura releaxed her shoulders the job was quite done.
Posted by mettaliar on May 9, 2009 19:24:27 GMT -6
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"Thank you." Mettaliar nodded to the cashier as he put his money down and received his changed. With that, he went over to the other end and waited for his Strawberry and Creme Frappachino to be done. He could not wait to taste the amazing taste of the whipped creme and drink that he has missed oh so much. Starbucks, being as expensive as any other coffee shop in the world, was really a treat to him. A treat that any person could use to make him do work. He never understood why any of the people at the Mansion did not pick up on. Easily Tricity or Fade could immediately make him be their maid and make him dress any way they saw entertainment in and in exchange simply buy him a Strawberry & Creme Frap or a Mountain Dew or a Guiness Burger... anything really. That thought also made Mettaliar laugh slightly, as simply he was a puppet to the corporations. How sad he was.
As the drink slid his way, he picked it up and took a long drink to taste the amazing flavors that came in that large cup. Suddenly he heard from behind him screams of "Mutant! Mutant!" A wave of panic flew over him. Do they know I'm one? After a second he decided to turn around to see what was causing the screams. He noticed everyone in the place looking outside. He quickly saw a man running by, seemingly away from something. Is he the mutant? Quickly his question was answered by a girl who sliced at him, surrounded by some sort of pink aura. He raised an eyebrow as the slash missed and instead cut a woman's purse, which did not stop the attacker who quickly chased after the man again.
As Mettaliar ran to the door to see what was going on, he quickly heard a man scream in extreme pain for a split second. As he opened the glass door, blood splattered everywhere as the crowd in front of him was splashed as well. Men screamed, woman squealed, some threw up. He waited for the blood to stop before he stepped out fully to witness the carnage. The man was standing in pain, holding his stomach as the girl apparently had drilled him with something she might have created. A power similar to mine? The thought trembled him, which didn't go so well as the girl shoulder-blocked the man into the street, timed as well as an orchestra with the oncoming bus. He didn't even watch; he didn't need to. The crunch harmonized with the people screaming told the story better.
His eyes wouldn't let him watch anyway. They were fixated on the girl, who simply stood back and relaxed at the sickening. He could easily just walk away at this point, but he felt obligated to do SOMETHING. This was the reason he feared his mutation going public. This act alone was the reason. People grouped all of his and the girls kind with her. Sick as it was, with the Order running amuck, how could he blame them. As the girl walked away, he felt that he would follow her to a safer location and confront. Would be horrible to do it here. Too many people. He began his self-induced mission and walked a distance behind her, keeping his drink with him to try to blend himself with the public.
Aura moved off quickly never seeing the other mutant exit, to wrapped up in whare to flee, she was not entirely sure these days the cops would bother to ask questions, no they had seen her kill several times. Now their was hundreds of witnesses, to what seemed like cold murder. Aura cared not about the animals thoughts but waiting for the bullets to come was a really bad idea anyway. Justice had been served today, but many more had to pay. Venegnce for the pain that still split her soul to it's core, venegnce for the death of those she cared about. Their was one solution to any issue like this, quick and swift death, followed by a quick retreat never realizeing she was being followed more worried about cops which useually came with sirens or the word freeze, which are thought was dumb, if she stopped they would surely take her down.
As Aura ran the sea of people parted, one woman was a bit to slow, and Aura swung at her, the blade missing her neck by a hair, sliceing through her necklace, easily, not stopping to see the damage she kept going, suddenly vearing left through the middile of the road, causeing several cars to screech to halt, the sound of fender benders echoed through the streets and drivers began yelling at her, when this proved pointless they began argueing with eachother. Aura smiled slyly, her plan having worked well, now the cops would have this to deal with as well, it, was not much, butit was a start. Entering a long valley she knew well, today it was ocupied, and the man screamed as he saw the pink mass comming at him wiping some of the still wet blood across her face She screamed. "Shut up and Die" Her blade faded and instead formed what looked much like the blade of an Axe, almost looking like liquid as it moved. The man threw himself against the wall in fear, Aura missed but her blade bit into the side of the brick building, biting an inch into it. The Man bolted at this and Aura pushed open the abandoned building, walking into the wear house slowly, her eyes scanning the room, hoping the moron had not been a look out. Her weapons faded, but her Aura remained a shell around her after a few moments she was satsifed no one was thare.
"i missed that first shot, I must train harder, far to many mistakes" She said judgeing her own fighting skills. She had to get stronger, she had to grow as a warrior. Closeing her eyes she repeated somthing she had heard every day. "i am a weapon, i am the blade of my master, Loyelty before beleif, leave no enimy alive" she recited, several times, only opening them after that, relaxed even more then she had been before. She could hear the sirens in the distence peirceing the silence, of the warehouse. Old Crates and machines were strewn about. She just had to wait a few hours and she would be ok.
Posted by mettaliar on May 9, 2009 20:31:44 GMT -6
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Mettaliar saw the woman start to run as soon he knew he would have to keep up. He kept it at a jog to keep some distance though he kept with her slightly. He was able to sip his frappachino while he did so. Keeping up to her was a bit easier as the crowd in front of her would part as a result of the witness of a murder. He felt bad for the people, just minding their own business when suddenly this idiot decides to cause havoc. It was interesting to think why she would commit a murder in broad daylight. It couldn't have been an assassination, he thought. Any true assassin would know to keep their action low profile for fear of repercussions. Even a mutant should know this since that makes it easier for people to spot. He finally decided that it was just a cold blooded kill, or an assassination from the most cocky mutant in history. He didn't know which one to hope for.
As he thought, he noticed the woman becoming sporadic. She slashed at a woman in front of her and BARELY missing her neck, cutting her necklace instead. He moved faster seeing this, yet slowed at her next move. She jolted into traffic, causing multiple wrecks at sudden stops by cars. Does she know I'm following her or what? He moved into traffic as well, ignoring the screams of the obviously upset drivers. He had to focus on her. She was obviously trying to cover her tracks with more chaos. A typical move by a radical killer. He kept up with her as she again attacked another person, this time by a building. Again she missed and instead hit the brick wall with her weapon. The man ran away and Mettaliar hoped this wouldn't be a chase as well. Luckily she instead kicked open a door and entered into what appeared to be a warehouse. He instead stopped by the door and watched her as she spoke to herself. She spoke as an assassin in training, discouraging herself and telling herself to become a better killer. This sickened him and caused him to be sure to at least make sure she would learn SOMETHING from this day.
Using his agility he quickly sprung to a few boxes by the door and sat there. He kept hidden from her sight as she stood in the center of the warehouse. He sighed and figured catching her by surprise was the best tactic, as he was still confused as to what that pink aura would do. He figured to try and lecture as well, using his stealth techniques to keep hidden while messing with her head by speaking and moving. "You fighting skills aren't the only thing you should work on. Try making sure no ones following you before you enter into some random room." With that he stayed quiet and watched her movements carefully. He needed to pick the right time to strike.
Auras attention riased as the voice penatrated the room, her eyes scanned the room, slowly turning, trying to locate the source of the sound. "A random room you say?" She asked in reply, her voice was cold. She was unable to find whare the voice had come from, it was male however. His reason for being here was irelavent to Aura, he had either come for a fight or to ask her for somthing. The real question on Aura's mind was if the man was amutant or a human. Aura interpretted what she could, the man was hiding which either meant he would try and strike at her once her got a good shot on her or he was testing her in some way, their was also the possability he lacked confidence he could win the fight.
"You have proven my lack of skill in that area as well, if you are a mutant then i have no issue with you. I am very capeable of defending myself and will do so if required." She said her voice was still cold and even as she spoke, she formed a blade around her hand again, her eyes kept scanning the room as she went and then she jumped onto a box, hoping to get hight to better see her follower. Aura kept calm as she looked around stepping onto a slightly higher box. Unable to see her target she moved further down the row of boxes, getting closer to the back wall, trying to prevent whoever this was from getting an easy shot at her.
"I am a mutant, i will defend my my kind at even the cost of my life. I killed a murderous animal, nothing more, had i killed a deer would you be here i wonder" she asked sounding much older the she looked, it was ibvious she was quite use to combat. Her movements were fluid and practiced, letting the blade fade a way, its mass flowing back into her Aura. Aura was now sure the other mutant would be able to strike first she would never make the wall, if he was smart he would strike before that. So she suddenly stopped and closed her eyes, focussing instead on the sounds of the old warehouse.
Posted by mettaliar on May 9, 2009 21:16:30 GMT -6
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He watched her and listened to her try to reason her actions. Order. Must be. With his mind off of her reasoning his next plan was to figure a strike. He watched her as she tried to gain ground on the boxes. If she stayed there, it would be a harder fight. Luckily she decided to come down from the boxes and get rid of her weapon. Interesting. He figured the pink aura around her was the source of her power. But how strong was the aura? Could it be defensive? He was getting closer and closer to developing a plan. The problem was that the remaining questions he had would have to be answered by combat. Luckily, his knife throwing was good enough to answer most of the questions. Yet he couldn't attack yet; his plan was to attack and move, keep her on her toes until he could figure out what to do. He needed to find a place to move and hide once he threw a knife, which he now created in his hand. While he looked, he figured he would talk to her for a while.
"Whether or not I'm mutant or not should be irrelevent. Only a radical would consider them different. We're all homo-sapiens, and should be treated as such. You're actions are the reason people continue to separate to two. They consider US crazy because of people like you and whoever you work for." He spotted a gathering of crates close by that he could roll to after throwing. He prepared himself and held his breath. He waited for the girl to turn and threw in near her arm, first aiming for parts that weren't too vital. As soon as the motion of throwing was complete he took a step to gather momentum than rolled on the ground ending up behind the crates. As soon as he recovered he looked on at the aftermath of the knife throwing. This would answer the most important question he had so far.
Aura kept lisaning, focussed on the words trying to locate him by sound, she began to turn and then she felt her Aura flare as the knife struck it stepping back as her aura absorbed the impact for her, Aura looked in the general direction right away. "if that's your best......." she said sounding almost sad in responce Aura's aura began to flow as well, it formed no weapons, but it formed a more angeled surface, she was trying to make it so the knife s would have a better chance of glaceing off. She breifly considerd useing her gun, but she still had no accuracy with it and put the idea to rest. She figured her oponent moved from his previous position, pretty stupid to play stealth and sit still. Still he could have went in either direction and it would be stupid to just stand thare and wait As Aura made her to the very back of the warehouse she moved behind some larger boxes. Stealth was his game though, and she would leave it as such, she was trying to force an angle that would let her locate the man.
Her target was still an unknown except he was good with a knife, she was curious if he was a human or a mutant even more now, though she was leaning torward mutant from the comment he had made. Still he was right, he was trying to cause harm to her, and she could not allow that.This simply made him a target, somthing to be hunted. A Smile on her lips as she kept between the high boxes, staying closer to the side she had been hit from. He had some skill, and that excited aura, she never minded loseing a fight as long as it was good.
Finnaly she answerd him, letting him know whare she was, atleast her general direction. "Humans and Mutants are diffrent, nature has selected us as the next evalutionary step, Humans fight us becuse they know they will eventually die out. Regardless of this, i wonde rif i head to the entrence what would you do?" she asked, even as she formed a blade around her hand as she aproached one of the support beams. She could not cut through she knew. She wished she could, instead she cut into one of the crates torward the wall, causing the box on top to fall and break open, putting her back against the support beam she waited for him to make the next move. This fight was far from over and wa shappy it would last a bit.
Posted by mettaliar on May 9, 2009 22:26:15 GMT -6
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Mettaliar watched as the Aura deflected the knife away. Dammit. So it is defensive. His nerves got more tense as she tended to move toward an area behind larger crates. He had to follow her somehow so that he would not lose her. For some reason he expected that she would not run away. Even though his perception of girls was that of a oblivious teenager unknown of their evil side, he had experienced enough at the hands of females to know that not all of them are angels. He had that sense about this one as well. He sighed as he kept his hiding place watching her. He hoped for a moment to move, and had even found a few crates that would create a hiding place that would help him keep an eye on her. He just waited for a diversion to do it.
Suddenly he heard the sound of a box being hit. When he checked, he saw the top box of the stack fall towards the floor. Thank you. As the box crashed, he took two steps and another roll. He recovered behind the boxes again and quickly moved to the edge. After spotting the girl, he noticed she had backed herself against a beam and was on the look out for him. This forced him to think again on how to approach moving again. He saw that he could move to the other side of the large crates and wait for her to move. Now to only cause a distraction.
While he pondered, he decieded to speak out against her again. "That doesn't mean using violence of this nature is necessary. No one should be killed based on whether or not they are mutants. What you are doing is even worse than what any non-mutant politician could do. You are regressing the advancement of mutant rights. I swear, if they decide to stick us in camps again, I blame you and your feeble-minded group." He stopped talking to try to keep his position as hidden as possible. He could go on for hours debating her actions and human rights and everything, however this was no debate. This was flat-out survival. Her powers were strong, and it was useful to use caution before heading into battle. Strategy would win this game instead of brute force. His stealth was his only useful weapon at this time.
After speaking he figured how many steps it would take to get to the back of the crates. The diversion required another knife. Since aiming at her was as useless at aiming for the wall, he decided to do just that. But instead, the beam would do. He created the knife and looked for a place to aim for. He decided quickly; right above the head. She should look up for a second out of fear and wonder. It should be enough time to move. With that, he held his breath and threw the knife at the spot. After the motion was complete, he made his move, hoping he would not be spotted.
"Your assuming with your theory that my motavation was to kill a human and in that you are mistaken, i killed somone who helped kill dozens of child mutants and several adults. You speak as if you care what happons to your species, but your words are clear, your afraid for yourself. Very very dissopointing my dear knifey" She said which was true her killing of this human ha dnothing to do with the fact that he was human, no the entire thing was becuse he had helped kill off her freind. "Have you ever been in some of the labs they use to test mutants? I have" She said, trying to keep him talking she was know sur ehe was moving a bit, as the loudest part of the voice had moved. It was not quite true she had never actually gotten into one of the labs just seen the outside but she had seen the results of such and that was then enough reason along to kill people like the man she ahd killed.
She looked up out of instinct as the knife struck the beam just above her head, at that moment she knew she had lost track of him unless he spoke again. She knew her chance to figure out whare the knife had come from as he clatterd on the floor, looking torward the entrence to the warehouse she bolted, stopping against a box, she pulled out a lighter and bent down by a crate of tissue paper and proceded to light it aflame though it took a minute for her to do so, the fire cought quickly of the bathroom tissue.
She looked around, even as the spinkler system went off. Standing in the rain of water she Smiled, hoping the water would help her locate him. At the very least She wonderd why the man had missed her. His first shot was a good through but this one had been off a decent amount. Aura left herself exposed up on the crates but from here she was sure she could see the next knife he tried to through, and once she got close he would need to hope he could do more then make knifes. She ade not of the windows to her right as well in case it turned out he was to good of a shot in here. She stood thare water dripping from her hair and off of her Aura. Still outside containe dhumans to play with, she wonderd how well we would through with a human in the way, would he risk missing then.
Posted by mettaliar on May 9, 2009 23:59:04 GMT -6
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Mettaliar sighed as her reply came through. If only it was a debate, it would be fairly easy. He could bring up his history of KP and the Haywire fiasco, yet he figured he would save that for later. His issues with her thoughts could be solved later. For now his only thought was to keep her inside and defeat her to try and stop her from doing anymore damage, as much as it was obvious that one man was a lone target. He couldn't let a girl like her go. He just couldn't. His kindness towards all would not let him.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming closer to the other side of the box. He quickly created a staff just in case she were to pop up and attack. Suddenly before he knew it, a figure bolted past him from the crates heading for the door. He made a quick swipe at her but missed. He was about to scream at her to get her attention until he saw her slowing down by some crates. He quickly strafed to other crates and watched her movements. Quickly he noticed her bend down and take out tissue paper and a lighter. Raising an eyebrow, he saw her light it on fire and stand atop other crates, scanning the room for him. Suddenly, Mettaliar ducked as the ceiling rained from the sprinkler system. He quickly thought he had lost the girl and she had used it to escape.
Yet he was wrong again, as she remained on the crates still scanning. The rain quickly darkened the room a bit, making his black clothing be even more unnoticeable. Now was the time. The time to go in and fight her. She was only a run away from the door, so he had to do something fast before she escaped. He moved slowly behind the crates and planned out his next move. She was only a few feet away from him and could easily be caught in a flying strike. He first needed one last distraction before he could move in. He created another knife and looked across the room at some crates where he had first hid. He held his breath and threw the knife at the boxes. He moved forward at full speed with the motion and smiled as the crate's shattering could be heard. Taking one large leap off the bottom crate, he quickly launched himself and swung his staff at her intensely.
Aura had no intention of escaping, she was enjoying this, she always enjoyed this game. The water did not bother her at all, but it also did not ive her the desired effect of letting he rhear his foot steps. She assumed their was likely two littile water on the floor for that. She had made it a bit harder to see, but that helped him as much as it did her in that regard. She realized the first dagger was likely a test, likely to see how strong her barrier really was, for a breif moment she considerd the other dagger may have just been a distraction. Her concearn proved founded as she heard a crate shatter in the distence, ignoring the sound she was still struck with the staff across her flank, her Aura again absorbed the blow but she was knocked from the top of the crates, landing on the ground just before them with a slight splashing noise.
Standing back up, she formed a sword with her arm, knowing her aura would not hold up under the attacks forever, the same ronded surface she had made to defend against the knifes did littile to help here and so she let her Aura flow to a more natural shaping for her, letting it hug her body like nomral. Jumping onto the first crate shw swung her blade in a low slash, this however was a smuch a decoy as the man's knifes and her secound hand came forward, forming a drill just like before which she then thrusted at his stomach. Either shot would do for her really, but she knew this guy was at least decent or arragent, after his knife failed he had closed the range which meant he likely though he could take her that way.
"You do provide for a fun dance" she comented happily, she had called him dissopointing before but this was mostly to try and provoke him, to get him to make a mistake, it had failed so she was changeing her tactics. From now on the fight would be a much more up close affair or so she hoped, up close was whare she could do her damage and moving near the door had drawn him like she had hoped. She kept smiling enjoying herself in the fight.
Posted by mettaliar on May 10, 2009 11:18:36 GMT -6
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Mettaliar hit the girl with his staff which knocked her off the crate. He was unsure as to whether he did damage or not, but at least was content the barrier did not stop momentum. He landed on the crate she was standing on and looked down at her. He knew he had the height advantage, yet with her type of power he knew it wouldn't last long. He saw her get up and prepared himself for a counter-attack. It came full swing as she stood up with a new blade in hand. He prepared his staff yet noticed his mistake of not preparing metal tips. A wooden staff was practically useless against a sheild and blade. He thought about doing it now, yet it was not the time for it. Before he could come back, he heard the whooshing of the blade heading for him low.
He hopped up to avoid the blow but noticed it being too low. Even if it did hit he would bot take as much damage. Suddenly in front of him a drill came forward towards his stomach. DAMMIT! With a slight grunt he instinctively deflected it with his staff. The wooden pieces shattered as the drill connected. Still, he was able to avoid serious injury by deflecting it. In the air he flew back a bit from the impact of the drill and noticed he would not land on the crate. He flew his legs down and tried to catch himself on the floor. He landed awkwardly yet rolled back to catch himself. He recovered and formed the metal spike tips on both ends of his staff, pointing them at the girl. She seemed to enjoy this little fight.
"This is no dance," Mettaliar answered angrily, "what you did was hideous and brings shame to our kind. Consider this the consequence of being an assassin who is unskilled at knowing how to escape." He slowly stood up and kept the tips point at her. His idea was to strike, but how? He decided to wait for her move. By this time, he realized there was no turning back from this fight now. He sighed and prepared for battle.
Aura nodded slightly an aproval as she watched the metal spikes form, he was getting serious and more dangerous. He had a good chance of winning this if he could avoid her long enough. She did not mind either of the likely outcomes however, Dances always carried the issue that she might well die. Looking down at Him she jumped down to be on level with him, jumping at him then would have been recklass, still if she could keep the fight short enough, he would not be able to wear her down.
"Oh i like you and if i had known killing a murderer is all i needed to do for someone to pick a fight with me, well i would have tracked him down earlior." She said which was a lie, she had only found about him days ago, bu he sounded a bit angry, when emotions ran strong, people made mistakes. She had killed the man in braod daylight, but that had also been the point, she wnated to send a message the the humans and to their police, they were truely powerless. What made the fight fun was he seemed to be a mutant, either that or he was one very starnge staff.
"It really is to bad i did that in the daytime, His bones would have made for an excellent chair" she went on, when in fact she had no such intrest in this man's bones, she wa ssimply trying to anger and distract him. She was watching his moves though, he was a bit faster then her but not by much which was always a good thing. Considering her options, she let the aura dissolce the drill and reform into a four inch knife comming off the end of her knuckels, she was forming a plan. Aura moved at her attacker quickly, her aura knife came down, aimign behind the tip, of his staff, trying to see if she could cut through whatever the main part was made of. Her arm moved with her aura sword, as she tried to come down on his shoulder with it, weather or not it would hit, she figured would have to do with his staff, or so she hoped.
Posted by mettaliar on May 11, 2009 13:25:02 GMT -6
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Mettaliar kept the tip pointed at her as she jumped to his level and smiled. Her ramblings were that of a psychotic demon. He was not intimidated by her movements and actions, but her words were ones that caught to the bottom of every heart. Who IS this girl? He could be sickened by what she said or wanted. His entire feeling of humanity were dying with every syllable that left her lips. He squinted his eyes as he focused on her and her aura. It seemed to be some sort of armor AND generator of weapons. It would be impossible to win if this shield did not have a limit. He figured that there HAD to be some sort of limit to it. This fight hoped to challenge not only her limit but his as well. He would not be running from this one. It would either end in her spirit broken or the death of him. And with the way the girl was talking, the latter seemed like a very real possibility.
As his mind looked at her, she seemed pleased with the tips he had formed. Now he could very well be scared. Does she want a fight to the death? It was surreal how she was acting about this. He seemed to have effect on her. She had no fear of death. No fear of pain. Was she apathetic or just cocky. Mettaliar sighed and decided that soon he would find out. He knew he wasn't in the proper fighting mode yet. He had kept his trench coat on as a sigh to himself he was not out for blood, just for defense. Hopefully he would not have to go that far today. His trench coat was like his straight jacket, it kept him in control. Without it he would feel the need to go all out.
Suddenly she attacked. The drill she had made before had become a blade and came slashing down at him. He swung the other side of the staff around to deflect. His shoulder was his target. Interesting start. The end of his staff connected to the blade as it came down. His body ducked to follow the movement of the blade, giving him more time to duck. The move was fast and was able to cut a bit of his coat by the tricep. He gasped at how close the blade came to his arm. Nice accuracy, he thought, now to counter. As his body ducked his staff came above his head. He tucked his head forward in front and pushed his momentum towards her. He swung the staff around towards her mid-section. It was a swinging hit instead of a thrust. He was testing the aura for weaknesses and this was the perfect position to land a nice hit anyway. He pushed forward and tried to connect the hit.
Her blow had missed but barely and in exchange for her miss, she took a blow to the mid section which would have knocked her down had she not struck the boxes behind her, knocking several of them over, her Aura absorbed the impact again. Though the damage could not be seen Aura knew it was acumulateing, on her energy. She had to find a way to slow him down, her attempt to cut his staff off at the tip had failed badly and a secound attempt would not be useful until later on in the fight.
Aura's battile tested mind knew their had to be an opening somwhare, but to get to it Aura thought she just might have to expose her self to one of his attacks. Worse still he had stopped talking back, it was true she could still try and anger him in many ways, but it was more fun when the oponent talked back it added somthing to the fight. "I walked into that one, so tell me, do you always pick fights with girls?" she asked, her voice still sounding calm for the most part though a hint of her excitment was obvious.
She decided to let him start this round, she ahd a plan if he did what she thought he would. She let her Aura weapons melt back into her Aura to give it a bit more strength. She kept a few feet between them as well. As far as she was concearned he had picked the fight with her, which was fine. Smiling, her green eyes stayed on this one watching for his next move. As she did she removed the silk ribben she had tied her har back with and let it drop to the ground, her hair moving behind her a bit with the release. She was going to try to knock him out without killing him, he was a fool but still a mutant and so killing him would still technicly be murder, even if he had betrayed his people.
