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.
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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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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The Welldrinker Cult
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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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Isabel couldn't exactly remember how Bane had managed to convince her to leave the Sanctuary with him when a bet or a challenge had not been included, but he had managed it somehow. She was even more curious as to when it had been labeled as a date, but the fact that he was taking her to the aquarium outweighed any stubborn denials she usually made for such things. It had been ages since she'd last visited the aquarium and had been wanting to drop by at some point for a while. The problem was it wasn't exactly en route to or from the Sanctuary when traveling between her more commonly visited haunts.
Opting to take the train would likely be her least favorite part of the trip. It was always crowded and everyone tended to be in a sour mood the minute they piled through the doors. Isabel made it a point to stick close to Bane during their time underground, wanting to leave as much space as possible between herself and the strangers around her as well as attempting to keep from getting separated from her companion. The last thing she needed was to be stuck by herself in the subway. She didn't suspect it would end as badly for herself as it would for the other passengers on the train. She didn't particularly feel like ripping anyone apart, especially if it would cut into the time she had to spend browsing along the huge tanks at the aquarium.
It was relief to get out onto the street and away from the overcrowded confines of the subway network, to say the least. A grateful sigh escaped her when the pair were able to get out into the fresher air. However, she didn't waste much time in enjoying the free space she had to move around in. She dawdled as little as possible during the rest of the trip to their destination, though her pace quickly decreased again once it had been reached. A large grin adorned her face as tickets were purchased and admittance into the exhibits was allowed. She had little doubt that things had changed since she'd last been there. It was very possible that they'd even added new attractions. She'd have fun exploring.
"What do you want to see first?" she asked, looking up at Bane as she spoke. Even in her initial excitement she wanted to be sure she wouldn't be dragging him all over the place without taking the time to include what he wanted to see and do as well. "There's jellyfish, sharks, sea lions, eels, penguins, sea turtles, and probably a ton more," she continued, absentmindedly ticking off numbers on her fingers as she listed a few creatures that were housed somewhere in the aquarium. She'd have to grab a map at some point to make sure they didn't get all turned around at any time. Getting lost might put a damper on things.
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 Jun 19, 2009 10:44:38 GMT -6
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Four days since Isabel’s night episode and the night he crashed in her room… on her bed… with her… things between them in Bacchus’s opinion had been going great, it was almost as if she was grateful he was there to comfort her after her episode. Feeling good about the lack of stubbornness Bacchus decided it was high time he asked her out on a date. What’s even more surprising she said yes, though he wasn’t sure she was fully aware that it was a date from the start but he figured she would pick up on it with small hints… like saying, “Ready for our Date?”
The Train ride to the aquarium was certainly an interesting one, actually one of his first trips on the American Subway. Just as great as he expected. He had to crouch to enter the train but once he got in the smell of vomit, urine, and human fesses was more than he could handle. Waiting till Isabel looked away from him for a moment Bacchus took a large swig of his flask to dull his sense of smell less he would throw up within the next five minutes and add to the smell and ruin their date in the process. As soon as the warm liquid hit his throat he was instantly relived of the harsh smell and only picked up on bad body odor and Isabel’s Apple Blossom scent which had become his nose’s place of refugee for the remainder of the train ride, which was perfect seeing as she didn’t seem to want to put much distance between them.
Once they left the train station it seemed Isabel’s willingness to stay close had dissipated no longer was she staying close but rather she seemed eager as a small child to get into the Aquarium, obviously a good choice on his part. He two was a little curious to see what American Aquariums were like, back home they were fantastic, he often spent summer weekends there with Erica and Brooke seeing as it was their favorite place in the world. Bacchus liked the aquarium because of how tranquil it usually was, it was somewhat dark and usually quiet for the most part not to mention the sound of the sea creatures swimming always seemed to have a calming effect on him.
He could tell Isabel was being courteous by asking him where he wanted to go first but he didn’t really care, he figured he would see anything and everything soon enough seeing as Isabel was going to lead the way. Shrugging slightly and then smiling as waved his hand Bacchus said simply, “Lead the way, I figure you’d want to see everything at some point, though I’m not to big on the jelly fish, we have them back home… nasty beasties…”
Looking around Bacchus found a map stand walked over to it and picked one up and handed it to his date for the day, “Lead the way love…” looking up from her his eyes shot over to the sea turtles swimming about and his eyes widened slightly. Little known fact about Bacchus, he had always had a soft spot for sea turtles. In fact as a kid he would chase off the seagulls and the crabs that tried to eat the baby turtles for the sole purpose of trying to get more turtles out there.
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An easy going all-clear was given for Isabel to remain in charge of leading the way through the aquarium, leaving her relatively free of any worry that she might be unfair in any of her decided directions. The only condition: no jellyfish. That was easy enough to deal with, though she doubted they'd be able to avoid them entirely. It was kind of a shame, really. Jellyfish were always so pretty to look at, though she could certainly understand Bacchus' aversion to them if he'd had to deal with them personally. Isabel didn't imagine she'd like to tangle with their stingers. In any case, she'd enjoy seeing them even if he didn't, though she would try to remember not to dwell on them for too long for her companion's sake.
Briefly she let her attention wander as Bane stepped away to gather a map, saving her to trouble of grabbing one in passing. There was already a decent amount of people milling around, but not so many that it was uncomfortable to travel through. The good thing about observing sea life was that it tended to have a calming effect on everyone, which usually meant very few crabby people trudging around among the tanks. After such an unpleasant ride to their destination, she appreciated the shift in the general public's mood. It would be a nice change to simply relax for a while.
Her attention quickly returned to her date for the day as he addressed her. She allowed the little nickname to slide as she accepted the map and unfolded one side of it, looking for their current position. As long as she knew where they were, she'd be able to tell which direction they'd be going. Briefly she skimmed over the differently colored blocks on the paper and the names that sat in each before folding the map once more in such a way that the area they were in was clearly visible.
She milled over a few options in her mind before glancing over at Bane again, her own attention impulsively following the direction of his over to a pane of glass that a few turtles were gliding around behind, mingling with the aquatic foliage and several species of fish. For a short moment she simply watched as Bane did before regaining her state of mind. "Well then, the sea turtles are right there, so we might as well start with them first," she stated, somewhat matter of factly as if Bane's current fascination had nothing to do with her decision.
With a wide grin still in place, she made her way over to the tank, carefully skirting around the other people as they passed. Two hands were placed on the railing that ran just outside the glass, one a bit awkwardly due to the map she held. With that support she leaned a little further in, her gaze following the shelled reptiles as the glided to and fro within the tank. "It's strange to think how slow and awkward they are on land when you can see them moving around like this underwater," she commented distractedly as her grin faded into a more relaxed expression of interest while her gaze turned upward to follow one of the creatures.
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 Jun 25, 2009 10:41:37 GMT -6
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As they approached the tank Bacchus smiled his composure resorting to that of a child, “There is a flat back, over there is a Green one and that one right there,” he pointed to one of the turtles that was surfacing from the tank and grabbing some lettuce as it floated in the water above them, “That one right there is a Hawksbill!” he said letting out a small giddy laugh not really acting like himself, “You can tell the Hawksbill apart because it’s mouth is slightly curved like a beak and it’s flippers have two small claws on it!” he paused and continued, “not the heaviest of turtles some only weighing around 176 pounds the most interesting part I think is the egg laying which usually consists of a female turtle laying about 140 eggs…” looking down to Isabel slightly embarrassed he looked back to the turtle and said simply, “They got them at home…” he shifted his eyes and continued to look at the creatures.
Yes he was a marine biology nerd, hell he was a creature nerd to say the least. He often spent any free time he could reading up on animals or if he could go to the aquarium or swim in the ocean looking through tied pools or going scuba diving. Sheepishly he stated, “They pull you around if you hold onto their shells back home…” he grinned slightly and looked around to find somewhere he could go to get into the tank, “You think they have somewhere I could go to hop into the tank?” asked Bacchus curiously as he then looked back to Isabel and smiled.
Debating against the swimming with the turtles here he shrugged and said, “Bah, I’ll just wait till I go home for a visit!” his attention turned back to Isabel as he looked at her curiously and said, “Nothing like seeing them out in the open free of the glass wall, plus the reefs are way more enjoyable of a view.” He sighed and then turned his attention back to the Hawksbill, “So what would you like to see?”
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Gradually Isabel's attention shifted away from the gliding turtles in the tank and over toward Bane as the Giant began to speak. She hadn't expected to be educated in such a way, nor had she known that Bane was so knowledgeable about turtles. She'd only thought he'd been interested in seeing them. As certain features on different turtles were pointed out, she distractedly turned her gaze back to the tank in an effort to follow after his rapid-fire fun facts. The one called a Hawksbill was the only one she was certain she had been able to correctly locate, as it had the most information that Bane gave. She leaned toward the glass a little more in an attempt to locate the differentiating features that were pointed out to her.
The brief pause in his excited recitations brought her attention back around to him as he offered a weak explanation for knowing so much. His expression easily betrayed his embarrassment, though she felt no need to pick at him for it. It would make sense for him to know this kind of stuff if these creatures were native to his home. She didn't know how common they were, however, nor had she known they were relaxed enough to allow people to get so close. "They probably have somewhere to get it, but I don't think they'd let you do it," she replied, almost surprised that he'd even consider asking rather than just muscling his way in for his own enjoyment. "I don't think they'd act the same as the wild ones, anyhow. They're too used to being taken care of." It was kind of a shame, but it was the truth. Captive animals were far from similar to those in the wild when it came to behavior.
With his decision to wait until a visit home was taken, she leaned her weight off of the railing and back onto her feet as she unfolded the map once again. It was her turn to pick something and she had a few things in mind, she just needed to locate them. "I think I want to see the sharks," she said, scanning over the paper in her hands until she'd found the section with the correct label and quickly figured out which direction they would have to go in order to get there. "The shark tanks are this way," she said, pointing in the indicated direction before refolding the map and stepping away from the turtles' tank. She paused only briefly to be sure that Bane had begun moving as well before continuing on her way.
"Do you miss it?" she asked as they passed other exhibits on their way to her chosen stop, her gaze drifting across the creatures housed within with mild interest. "Your home, I mean." He'd come a fairly long way to get to the States, though she'd never been told what his reasons had been. She knew that she always missed the Sanctuary and those within it if she was forced to leave it for any length of time. She'd come to think of it as her home and she grew homesick even while she was still within the same state. She wasn't so sure how she'd manage if she was in an entirely different country for an extended period of time. He'd said once that he could leave without so much as a note saying where he'd gone, she she felt it was safe to assume that he wanted to go back at some point. She just hoped he'd be considerate enough to let someone know if and when he did.
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 Jul 5, 2009 19:08:03 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Knowing that not all people had the same reactions and feelings towards creatures of the deep like he did he shrugged slightly to watch Isabel shift her weight and lean up from the railing she was leaning on moments before he watched her for a moment before she said she wanted to see the sharks. Interesting beasties sharks were, hardly any bones in the body, several layers of teeth and the capacity to eat anything that moves. He smiled slightly and nodded and let Isabel lead the way, his thoughts traveling slightly as she asked him if he missed home.
Letting out a sigh and a shrug he nodded slightly and said, “Every damn second of everyday…” he paused taking another breath and watched the creatures swimming to and fro occasionally opening their large jaws to inhale a fish swimming by. “I’d be lying to you if I didn’t say I did, the early sunrises the late night bonfires, the friendly faces, the scenery and the wildlife.” He paused again and shifted his weight, “my family…” he never thought of any of his friends other than family, sure they weren’t blood related but that didn’t matter, orphans and strays every last one of them gathered under one roof to become the family that they all always wanted but never had.
If it weren’t for the debt his dad was in Bacchus would have never come t America or have any intention to do so. Money was the reason he had come to the country and along with Isabel being here it was the reason he stayed and could cope with everything so well. Both her and Ulysses his only two real friends in the states two friends he never wanted to leave. The thought of coming come made him smile slightly, however it was a sad smile, knowing that Ulysses wouldn’t have a problem coming back to Australia with him he knew Isabel would stay here in the states where her home was.
He looked over to Isabel and reached out for her hand and held it in his slightly not a tight grip but rather a loose one so if she wanted to pull away she cold without much power in her pull. “My home, away from home has things this place doesn’t…” he looked from Isabel back over to the sharks and was content with being with her for now knowing that with a simple call from home or Slate he would have to drop everything he was doing and vanish without much of an explanation.
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The initial sigh that preceded Bane's answer was and indication of the sort of reply Isabel had expected to receive. She couldn't really say she was surprised to hear that he missed his home so much, she just didn't understand why he'd stuck around the Sanctuary for so long if he missed it all that badly. It certainly sounded like a nice place to have lived. She couldn't say she'd ever been to a bonfire before, but the sunrises in the city were pretty. She could only imagine what they looked like in a place that wasn't crowded with buildings on every side. And aside from pigeons and rodents, there really wasn't much that could be said for city wildlife outside of Central Park. That was one reason she liked places like the Aquarium and the Zoo so much. The exotic animals were so interesting to see.
The occasional sighs and pauses made it difficult to keep her attention drifting across the tanks and their contents. She found herself distractedly glancing up at the Giant every now and again, the slightest hint of worry bubbling up in her in response to his sudden melancholy. She didn't think she'd ever heard much of anything about his family before that point and she began to wonder about them as well. Her family was the Order. She couldn't imagine packing up and leaving them behind for any large amount of time. It must have been much the same for him, but that only once again raised the question of why he'd done it.
Almost reluctantly she allowed the sharks to draw her attention away from her companion as their designated area was reached and a pause in the Giant's speech fell into place. She couldn't resist the sight of the aquatic monsters for very long before she had to pay attention to them. The turtles had been interesting, but they didn't quite compare to being able to watch creatures with such a bad reputation glide around so peacefully, looking docile but at the same time dangerous.
The sudden feeling of a light pressure applied to her free hand effectively recaptured her attention, her gaze turning away from the shark that slipped past the glass in front of her and down to her appendage that had been enclosed in one much larger than her own. Bacchus easily dwarfed her, but when size was compared so closely it made her feel even smaller than usual when he was around. And in opposition to her usual reaction to such advances, for the moment she was instead content to allow the contact to remain.
Redirecting her attention away from the pair of hands and up toward the Giant's face she simply watched him for a moment as he in turn watched the sharks. She wasn't entirely sure what it was she was searching for in his expression, but she assumed she'd recognize it if she saw it. "If you miss your home and your family so much, then why haven't you gone back yet?" she asked, finding this questions a little more difficult to voice than her previous ones. Part of her assumed that there had to be some reason that he'd been anchored in the States and was being held back from returning to his home and hoped that he'd be able to overcome those reasons. However, another part of her was afraid that he might realize that those bonds were of lesser importance than his family and his former life and that he'd figure out a way to wriggle his way out of those restraints sooner rather than later. She hated losing her friends to any sort of situation, especially those that she was particularly attached to.
"I don't think anyone in the Order would give you much of a hard time if you had the chance to go back," she continued, turning away from him and back to the tank, though the creatures within it were gradually losing interest for her as the conversation progressed. "Syn might be a little upset with losing the loyalty of a member, but I think she'd leave it be in the end. We're not always as horrible and heartless as most people seem to think we are. It's not anyone's place to keep you from your home and your family."
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 Jul 13, 2009 17:47:24 GMT -6
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The streamlining shark turned quickly in the water and inhaled a passing fish never to be seen again; despite the gruesome and quick ending for the fish Bacchus’s thoughts couldn’t be happier for the moment, her hand didn’t recoil from his as he placed his hand in hers. Though with the way things have been happening lately between them he wasn’t exactly surprised it was more relief then anything. Sure he made it clear that he liked her however she would most likely never admit her feelings being as stubborn as she is. Shaking his head slightly he brought his attention back to the swimming shark and in turn Isabel who was now asking more questions about his home.
"If you miss your home and your family so much, then why haven't you gone back yet?"
Arguing his thoughts over in his head he frowned slightly and decided that he could answer some of the question, “Kind of difficult to explain…” he could briefly talk about it but for all he knew a barrel was pointed at some bodies head back home, which made him choose his words carefully, “I have gone back but my time there is limited, I don’t want everyone knowing I am home, phone calls as of later are even scarcer than my visits. Been a few months now and I only went home once for less then a week.” He smiled slightly shaking off the frown that had formed on his face and continued, “Everyone has to leave home sometime right?” he asked casually his attention turned to a few kids to afraid to look at the sharks as they swam close to the glass mirror.
A grin touched his lips slightly as he had also swam with sharks before, statistics show that a majority of shark attacks were only caused to the fact that there was either blood somewhere in the water or a shark mistook someone for some kind of other animal more often than not a smaller animal that is included on the food list. Almost all his experiences swimming in the reefs with sharks have proved this right, the second he made it clear that he was not food to them they took the hint and swam passively around him looking for something that was on the meal. Misunderstood was the best way he could describe them, them and him self. The only reason Bacchus does what he does is for his family, they are his strength and his weakness. A fact that numerous people take advantage of.
"I don't think anyone in the Order would give you much of a hard time if you had the chance to go back," "Syn might be a little upset with losing the loyalty of a member, but I think she'd leave it be in the end. We're not always as horrible and heartless as most people seem to think we are. It's not anyone's place to keep you from your home and your family."
He watched her head turn from his and back to the tank from the corner of his eye as he again chose his words carefully for he had no true loyalties to the order nor to Syn the supposed leader who he never had the pleasure of meeting, as far as he was concerned Isabel or the Seven red dudes ran the order, they made their presences clear to him and even helped him on numerous occasions. Isabel also happened to be more than just a friend so he didn’t want to risk offending her, “Something we have in common,” he said quickly, “they see someone like me and they start running, but even if I want to go home, certain events and persons are preventing me from leaving,” he paused fearing he said to much as his face turned into a scowl once again, “permission is needed to return home…”
Shaking his face slightly again he turned his attention to Isabel and smiled, “though there are some things here that home doesn’t have, things I think I would miss if I decided to pack up and leave.” Tightening his hand slightly around Isabel’s he gave a small wink and asked, “Where would you like to look next?”
The answers that Bane gave her only succeeded in raising more questions in her mind, rather than resolving the ones she'd already asked. Why would someone visit their home, but not want anyone to know they were there? If he missed everyone so much, why would he be trying to avoid them? When had he gone back in the first place? One after another inquires popped into her head, cluttering it up and causing her concentration to waver as she attempted to sift through them. The last, somewhat rhetorical question seemed more like a cover-up than anything else. She had by this time completely lost her initial interest in the beasts swimming behind the glass, no attention left for her to spare them.
"I don't really understand," she admitted, watching the small fish slip easily into the shark's mouth without truly paying attention to the act. "Why bother going back if no one knows that you were there? It doesn't make any sense." How could a visit home truly be like going home if his family wasn't there to greet him? She didn't think it would be remotely the same. Was a home even a home without a family? She wasn't entirely sure she'd consider the Sanctuary the same place without her companions living there as well. They gave it an entirely new dimension and increased her fondness for the structure. It was just another place to stay for a while any other way.
As Bane spoke again, she turned her full attention back to him with a puzzled expression. She didn't like his tone or the accompanying scowl as more vague explanations were given. "But I just gave..." she paused mid-sentence, rethinking what he could have meant by 'permission', suddenly doubting that hers or anyone in the Order's was what he sought. Gradually her earlier sense of worry was rising yet again. Whenever she spent any length of time with Bane trouble always seemed to crop up, but this sort of trouble was unexpected.
"You know all you have to do is say something and we'll help you out, Bacchus." She didn't like the thought that he might be in trouble, but she liked the idea that he'd never said anything about it even less. Isabel was not at all fond of being out of the loop in such situations. She'd never known him to be an individual that let himself be manipulated in any way. She'd even heard that he put up a decent amount of resistance when given an order by other members of her faction. Something that was so severely limiting his ability to do what he pleased only served to concern her more.
The suddenly lighter shift in tone of the conversation caught her a little off guard, her expression falling blank as she blinked up at him for a brief moment. As if the effect was triggered, her face started to tint itself red as her hand was squeezed, her mind attempting to catch up as she tried to think of any attractions that were exhibited in the aquarium. "I don't... um... Octopus?" she bumbled, proposing the first marine creature that popped into her head, after which she began to head off in no particular direction, not bothering to consult the map as she attempted to adjust her steps to a pace that would not interfere with the Giant's contact. Silently she attempted to un-jumble her mind a little in order to avoid further bumbling.
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 Jul 14, 2009 23:05:12 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Thinking about all the questions that continued to flow from Isabel like the date they were on was more of an interview, after the family and home questions he assumed she would ask his astrological sign or his actually height when he wasn’t affected by his mutation, hell he didn’t even know the answer to that question, he never bothered to check up on it. As he held his grip clasping Isabel’s hand as she tried to match steps to Bacchus giant stride it only took a few moments before they were looking at the octopus, his thoughts however remained fixed on the questions that she had asked him moments before, again he had to pick his words and phrasing right, less more questions would be asked which would force him into a corner he didn’t want to be forced into.
“I see my family,” he paused and raised his hand which held on to hers and pretended to examine her hand and his intently only to lower it briefly, “I meet with my old mans business partners and get close to a week to visit the rest of my family, only there long enough to make me miss it more when I get sent back home,” he didn’t want to talk much more into the subject other than he just stated, he knew that if he said something Isabel make an obvious move and try to find him, something he had tried several times, the first time he found his father beaten close to death on his doorstep, Bacchus didn’t care much for his father if at all but he knew that they could of just as easily shifted their attention to one of the people he truly cared about, Jon, Smith, the twins, Gunner and Brooke. From that moment on he hid his movements finding out as much information as he possibly could before someone caught on to him.
“I know that you would help me, but there isn't really anyone or anything that can do any major change right now, other than me there only a few other people around the world that know what’s going on and unfortunately those are the people that I don’t want knowing.” nodding slightly at his vagueness Bacchus continued, “The second the situation changes you’ll be able to see the difference promise you that,” they had to slip sometime and when they did he was going to locate those cheeky bastards and kill them, very slow and very painfully. No one targets his family and lives much longer after that.
Deciding that it was time to change the subject Bacchus deemed it necessary to let Isabel in on his current ‘Family’ situation, “I never did tell you much about my family, did I?” pausing as he spotted a bench near the octopus tank Bacchus pointed with his free hand as he walked over to it leading Isabel along the way, it was a subtle change in the subject but hopefully she wouldn’t press much more into the subject about who had his balls in a vice grip, “Been on my own since I was little, dad was around, but it didn’t matter much when he was around he was beating me or drinking in preparation to beat me, after I was old enough to fight back we went a couple rounds, frequent trips to the hospital were common for both of us, the police didn’t do much unless we made the scene public, but after a while I got tired of it and decided to move.”
Shrugging his shoulders as he sat down the bench giving a small groan to the weight he administered without his knowing Bacchus continued on a cheery subject of his history, “Orphans that was the thing that brought me and my loved ones back home together, all had similar pasts or something of the like, sort of like what you have here with the Sanctuary, they look out for me I look out for them,” nodding his head slightly he watched the nearest octopus change color to a white and blue spotted camouflage in attempts to fool the nearest oncoming fish. He could easily continue going into detail about each one of his ‘family’ members but decided that he would ask a bit more about Isabel, “So what about you, Love?” he turned his head to her slightly and asked curiously, “Can I ask a little about your family? This is a date after all, good timing for more personal questions.” grinned Bacchus glad he changed the subject.
It seemed she hadn't needed the map after all, their path eventually leading to the Octopi exhibit in the end, which was somewhat of a relief. It would be embarrassing to get lost with a map in hand. Momentarily she watched as one Octopus was given a jar with a portion of food in it to demonstrate how they were capable of such problem-solving before her attention was drawn away by the feeling of her hand being lifted, and by extent her arm. While the lift was a shorter distance for the Giant's hand to travel, her own reach was not nearly as long as his, and as such a little bit of stretching was required to keep the movement comfortable. The contradictions accompanying the movement only served to confuse her more. However, she decided it was better to follow his second statement, as opposed to the first. She didn't much like how it sounded in comparison, though. It almost sounded as if his visits home were scheduled by someone else. She disliked it very much.
Isabel didn't want to be kept out of the loop, where Bane seemed determined to keep her at the moment. She would prefer to be one of those few people who knew what was going on, whether he wanted that knowledge known or not. A slight pout entered her expression despite the Giant's promise that she would be filled in at a later time after some sort of change. She didn't like having to wait for something she wanted. "I don't want to wait to be clued in," she muttered somewhat sulkily as she turned back to the Octopus, which had by that time managed to unscrew the lid from the jar and retrieve its treat.
With his next almost-off-topic question, Isabel gave Bacchus a sidelong glance, not entirely willing to give up her pout just yet. However, she couldn't pretend to almost ignore him for very long before she was towed over to a vacant bench, needing to force her legs to move in quick succession to keep up with the unexpected movement. She would need to get used to taking either longer or more frequent strides if she was ever going to effectively be able to keep up with her companion on a regular basis.
Come to think of it, she never had heard much of anything about Bane's family, or even much about anything before she found him and allowed him to follow her back to the Sanctuary. She had perhaps heard a name or two at one point or another, but that was about it. It didn't seem as if she truly needed to voice this in order to prompt the Giant into continuing, though. It was a typical enough background, particularly for a mutant, but it didn't make it any less unfortunate because of that fact. She never would have guessed that Bacchus had such problems with his father by the way he spoke so fondly of his family. However, a little further explanation helped it to all make a little more sense. It was so odd how mutants had so many issues with their biological families, but could find that missing affection in complete strangers that would later become friends.
"Well, that kind of sucks," was the grand summary she gave his brief retelling of his background, not quite sure what else she could say about it. That she was sorry? Apologies from others couldn't do much to change what had already happened. "Aside from all the drinking you do yourself, I don't think you turned out too bad despite all that stuff." His reasons for being an alcoholic were of course far different from his father's, she was sure, but it was still a similarity she would have liked them not to share. Momentarily she regarded him as he gave an uncaring shrug, as if to say it was all no big deal, and proceeded to sit on the bench he'd lead her to.
Tentatively taking her own seat, wary of the unhappy groaning the bench had given when made to support just Bane's weight, she continued to listen, somewhat interested in the similarity of living situations that they shared. It was very much like her situation at the Sanctuary. With the exception of Abyss and Syn and the Twins, she didn't think anyone that lived there had much in the way of family, particularly those in the Order. And they certainly looked out for each other. "At least you found someone willing to look out for you. Makes all the bad stuff not seem quite so bad. I don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't found the Sanctuary and the Order," she commented offhandedly, smoothing out her skirt as she did so. She didn't really want to think about what would have happened without the Order. It felt like it would have been a dreary possibility to explore.
As the conversation was abruptly turned to focus on her, she looked back to Bane curiously before he continued on to his inquiry. She ignored the little nickname that he persisted in using. She also ignored his little comment about their outing being a date. If she ignored it, she would have no reason to turn a little red. If she could help it, that is. "My family is the Order, you know that," she replied, however she would not be unkind and stop there, as she might have in the past. He'd been open enough with her, it wouldn't hurt for her to return the favor. "My biological family doesn't exist anymore. At least, not in my mind it doesn't. I don't think your parents can still rightfully be called your parents if they refuse to take care of you or even associate themselves with you."
Turning her gaze downward once again, she toyed a little with the large hand wrapped around her own, rather than attempting to hold any occasional eye contact. "My parents didn't beat me or anything. And I don't think they drank. At least, they didn't when I was around. They just tried to pretend I didn't exist once my mutation manifested itself. They went out more often then they had before, and stopped taking me with them. I think they were tying to avoid being at home too long if I was there. If they got stuck with me for any length of time they'd just try to ignore me," she continued, idly toying with Bane's loosely curled fingers as she spoke, subconsciously marveling at how very large his digits seemed when placed next to her own.
"I don't think it took too long before they got tired of pretending and finally decided to just get rid of me for real. I spent a few years getting bounced around between foster families before I decided I'd had enough and wriggled my way out onto the streets. I didn't want to be with those people, and eventually they decided they didn't want to be with me, either. I got tired of doing the same stupid thing over and over. I think I might have been out for around two years before I heard about the Sanctuary and its Grand Opening. I figured those people couldn't be anywhere near as bad as the ones I'd had to put up with and thought I'd give it a chance. As you can see, I've been there ever since."
She gave her own small shrug as a pause entered her words, mirroring Bane's own method of denouncing the tale as no big deal. "It's a pretty common thing, really. You'd be amazed at how many mutants get tossed by their own parents. It's kind of sad. I just got lucky and ended up in a good place with good people." Others would likely not be so quick to agree with her assessment of her home and peers, but it was her true belief that her friends were genuinely good, and there was little that anyone could say to sway her opinion.
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Nodding and chuckling slightly as Isabel responded to his child hood with a ”That Sucks” he to seemed it sucked his earliest childhood memories was watching his father beat him or watching him drink into a blood lust rage. There were other memories ones that he didn’t really share with Isabel, like a family picnic or his mother holding him in a tight embrace while his father drank and then proceeded to beat both of them till she gave him to his father or the fondest memory of his mother, where she gave him a hug and then walked out of his life with nothing but a suitcase. She was nice enough however to blame her leaving on the abusive tendencies of Bacchus’s father which made the future beatings even more violent. “Meh, I think he did a good job at toughing me up, I personally like to thank him for my mutation every time I see him.” and by thanked he meant beat to a bloody pulp.
Listening intently to Isabel’s childhood he nodded at some points trying to understand what it would have been like to be ignored all the time, he was big to begin with but the mutation he had would only make it more difficult for people to ignore him. The fact of the matter was it would have been difficult, what more he figured Isabel wasn’t the type to be simply ignored either. But she was and he assumed her more aggressive and stubborn personality that he loved so much didn’t come till after the bouncing from foster home to foster home.
Pulling Isabel slightly closer to him as he tightened his grip to let her know that he understood what a rough childhood was like he nodded slightly and said, “As bad as it is for me to say it, I am glad you had a childhood like that, it makes you appreciate the ones who care about you that much more,” pausing slightly and lifting his hand which held Isabel’s over the bonemancers head so he could position himself into a one armed hug, “Birds with feathers flock together… it think that's how it is said…” Bacchus scrunched up his face trying to recall how exactly the expression went, the sad thing was he heard it only days before.
Shrugging slightly he reached into his back pocket with his free hand and pulled out his wallet, which was thick with singles and fives, smaller bills were way harder to track anyways. The faded brown wallet opened up in Bacchus’s free hand and right where the Australian I.D. card should have been a small wallet sized photo showed itself, “This is my family,” he said simply pointing to the faded picture, all of the faces and bodies were clearly visible only a few legs were cut off.
Bacchus’s hulky frame was obvious, as a small girl was perched on his shoulders, on the opposite side of him a woman was latched onto his arm wearing somewhat skimpy clothing and next to her was another women in a more conserved dress. Directly in front of Bacchus a small boy stood up as tall as he could and only came up to the waist on Bacchus. To the right of the boy on Bacchus’s right side stood an older man and the mans son in front of him. “All seven of us and the house in the background is our home, we had it built on a small mountain away from the city.”
Feeling more homesick than before looking at the smiling faces of his loved ones Bacchus frowned and wished slightly that he would get a call from the men that held him responsible for his fathers debt, only then could he get back home and embrace everyone in the hug that could say more than his words ever could. Letting out a sigh he looked up and watched the octopuses spray an ink of jet after the jar had been emptied. Smiling faces of children holding on to their parents hands and Bacchus’s heart started to ache that much more.
Isabel gave a small chuckle of her own as Bane mentioned thanking his father for his abilities. From the sound of their relationship, she didn't doubt a thank you was delivered with a fist, rather than verbally. With a momentary thought into such an idea, she wasn't so sure she wouldn't do the same if she ever ran into her parents. A fist, however, would likely not be her method of thanks. She no longer owed her parents anything, and as such she didn't see them as having any particular use any longer. She was convinced that she'd have no regrets after running into her parents, wherever they had disappeared to. For the time being, however, she was content in trying to forget her last name and leave it forgotten, breaking any verbal ties she had with them. She likely would have accomplished it by then if only Lisa would stop using that name to call her.
She allowed the giant to shift her position on the bench in order to move her body closer to his, her toying with his fingers ceasing as the movement was made. She didn't bother picking the small actions back up again. Her mind was more occupied by his expressed gratitude for her past life. Was she thankful for it as well? Perhaps in a way she could say that she was. It was unlikely that she ever would have met with Syn and gotten involved with the Order had things turned out differently. She might very well have been sent off to the Mansion instead. She would very much have liked to erase all the pain her parents had caused her, but if given the chance to redo it all, she wasn't so sure she would take it. She liked where she was at the time, and she would never give up her companions for something like a good relationship with her parents.
Bane certainly had made another good point in addition to his gratitude. Isabel absolutely appreciated those that cared for her and that looked out for her, and she did her best to do the same for them. However, a small twinge of guilt was also brought up with the thought. She didn't doubt that Bane would be including himself in that little statement, if he had intended to include anyone else she knew in the first place. Isabel really did give him a hard time, though that wasn't to say she didn't appreciate his own stubbornness in turn. She just wasn't very verbal about it. She was trying, it was just a process that would take a little time on her part.
For a moment she thought the sudden lifting of her hand was in preparation to get up again and continue on their route. She had nearly begun to move before it was brought back down again, only resulting in a shift of position for the Giant's arm. "Birds of a feather," she corrected with a small, amused grin, shifting her weight while he fished through his pocket for something. Gradually she settled a shoulder against his ribs as he opened up a wallet and pointed out the picture in it. Bane was easy enough to pick out of the others gathered in the frame just from the sheer size of him. The others, however, were all nameless and unknown, which wasn't unexpected since she'd never been to Australia.
Very carefully Isabel moved to wriggle the wallet out of Bane's grip in order to take a closer look at the picture it held, her gaze flitting from one figure to the next. She couldn't help but smile again in amusement upon seeing the smaller boy trying to make himself as tall as possible, as well as in response to the general feeling of friendliness and caring that the gathered figures seemed to convey. However, her smile faded once more as she took a second look at the boy, her expression turning more to one of confusion. "I think I know this kid," she commented, indicating who she meant by placing the tip of her finger next to him. "And this girl," she noted as she couldn't help but notice the young woman with the least amount of modest clothing on.
Letting the hand that held the wallet drop into her lap, she looked from the picture up to Bane with a puzzled expression. "They've never been here, have they?" she asked, trying to remember why the pair of individuals seemed to familiar. She couldn't recall any names to place with the faces, but she knew she'd met them somewhere before. "I don't remember where they're from, but I could swear I know them."
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Not putting up much resistance to her Bacchus let the wallet slip from his fingers as she examined the picture with a closer look. As she commented on knowing them Bacchus blinked slightly and thought to himself, and wondered where or when Isabel could have seen them. “Uhhhh, I might have had a picture of them in my room before you went on your booze raid, other than that I don’t think you could have met them before.” Bacchus paused slightly and pointed to the small boy and said, “He is a mutant like us, though I don’t think Gunner is fast enough to run all the way across the ocean to come here, halfway maybe but defiantly not all the way.” Bacchus smiled slightly as he looked at every ones expressions and how happy everyone had seemed and part of him wished he could go back to that time where everything was so perfect for them back home.
Part of him wished that the other half was just glad that he was here with Isabel. Everything that happened in America was an experience for him, every thing, even working for Slate, it defiantly paid the bill that was for sure. Blinking and focusing back on the photo he pointed to the small girl on his shoulder and said, “Brooke is another mutant, from what I could tell she controls water by dancing… and then there is the closest thing to an actual father I will ever have,” Bacchus pointed to the aged man who looked tired and dirty, with massive arms and small burns and cuts all over his body, “I think Smith is a mutant, though he could just be talented as hell, I don’t think I have ever seen anyone so talented when it comes to metal work, he can be in his forge for day at a time…” sighing again as he remembered the smell of burning metal Bacchus slowly pulled the wallet from Isabel’s hands not really giving an introduction to the twins or Jon.
Giving Isabel another squeeze as the bench they were sitting on gave out a small moan Bacchus pushed her up slightly as the bench caved in to weight of the giant when he wasn’t focusing on his powers, rather than going through it the bench just gave way and bent as he fell flat on his back causing the ground to crater slightly under his backside. Heads turned as Bacchus frowned a bit more lifting his hand up and pushing it off the ground Bacchus sat upright and took a deep breath causing his current weight to shift back down to his normal side. Wondering slightly if his emotions had anything to do with the control of his powers his attention drifted to home and everyone there to Isabel and the some of the friends he had made so far.
Looking from Isabel to a few kids behind her as the pointed and laughed at Bacchus not really seeing the crater he created, “Oh sure laugh at the fat kid!” he said not really upset yet found it funny as he looked back to Isabel and then asked, “So after you help me up where exactly do you want to go next?” he asked curiously as he lifted his hand up hoping that she would make an attempt to help him up. They both knew he could get up on his own but this was his suave way of getting back into the hand hold they were in before he pushed her up and he fell back. “How about the dolphins?”
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Bane's assurances that Isabel couldn't possibly have run into any of his friends before truly began to confuse her when contrasted with her own mind's sureness that she had. A small, uncertain shake of her head was given at the presented possibility of other pictures being in his room. If there had been any photographs in his room, she would have paid very little attention to them. Certainly not enough to commit any faces to memory. She was far too busy with other things to care much for any of his decorations. The name Gunner did ring a bell, though, but again she wasn't entirely sure why. She couldn't recall ever having been introduced to anyone with that name, but like the face it seemed familiar somehow. And why was it that she could suddenly envision the kid in a suit and sunglasses?
Her head was starting to swim with all her uncertainties and unanswered questions. Distractedly she attempted to focus on the other introductions that Bane made, obediently trying to direct her attention toward the indicated individuals. It didn't come as any surprise to her that the ones he told her about were mutants. No matter where one mutant went, they always seemed to be able to find others like them and it wasn't unusual for them to form some kind of bond and become friends, or in Bane's case a family. She let him slip the wallet back out of her grip, her hands moving to rest in her lap instead. "I don't know. I can't really explain it. I just kind of know them somehow. Maybe I'll figure it out later," she commented, knowing full well that this mystery would sit in the back of her mind and bother her to find a solution to it.
However, the mystery was abruptly put on hold as the bench beneath the two gave another sound of protest before she was abruptly lifted and pushed to her feet. Taken off guard, she stumbled and flailed for an ungraceful moment while she tried to find her footing and regain her balance. One she was sure her feet were once again firmly on the ground, she turned back to look at Bane, having to readjust her focus much lower than usual to locate him, a puzzled look on her face as she took in the scene before her.
It didn't take long before a smile began to tug at the corner of her mouth and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying desperately to hold in the giggles that were bubbling up. The snickers from the other observers didn't help any, and the fat kid comment only made it worse. She only succeeded for a very short time before the laughter broke free, nearly causing her to double over. "You," she started, failing to get any further as her laughter continued to run its course. "My God," she managed, doing her best to calm herself back down, a silly grin plastered on her face as she gradually slowed her breathing and toned the laughter back down to occasional giggles. "I can't take you anywhere."
She knew very well that there was no possible way she could lift Bane up, just like she knew he was perfectly capable of helping himself out of the mess he'd just made. However, his little mishap and rapidly lightened her mood and good humor and she decided to play along. Giving another small shake of her head, her grin still in place, she took hold of his outstretched hand and gave a theatrical little tug, acting as if she'd have any kind of impact on getting his sorry backside up off the floor. "Dolphins are fine by me," she replied, momentarily looking around for the occasionally posted signs that helped to direct the Aquarium visitors. They would need to go to the outdoor enclosures to see any of the trainers and the Dolphin's performances. "Just try not to break anything else on the way there." With a smirk, she gave his hand another tug and set off to find the exit to the outer exhibits.
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