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.
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Posted by vampyremage on Nov 17, 2009 19:01:46 GMT -6
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Meld hadn't really fit in at Sanctuary and she didn't feel like she was fitting it at the Mansion either. At least it had taken her some time to realize her differences in Sanctuary, however, in the Mansion her differences were apparent right from the beginning. Just as she knew they would be. She still served Order interests, in her own way at least and she knew she was staying at the Mansion for a reason, a good one at that, but it was still less than entirely comfortable. It wasn't that anyone had been overtly unaccepting of her presence or had made any direct acts against her, more that she was bound by certain restrictions for the duration of her stay there. Mainly those restrictions involved not hurting or killing anyone something that Meld was finding she missed. A fact that disturbed her more than she liked to admit.
The higher ups in the Mansion hadn't even told her that she couldn't engage in her usual bloody fight against the enemies of mutant kind, only that she couldn't hurt the humans actually staying at The Mansion but she was beginning to know some of them fairly well and had a feeling that if her face showed up on the news again they would not be happy. Would they kick her out of the Mansion? Maybe. She wasn't sure but she also didn't want to take the risk. It was, she felt, a very real and very unfortunate possibility. If only she had found a way to feel that did not involve her enemies bleeding rivers of red and uttering screams of terror. If only the rush of power and adrenaline wasn't quite so addictive...
Meld shook her head as her fantasies got the better of her. There had been a time when such thoughts disturbed her greatly but now they were only made her vaguely uncomfortable. She wished she didn't have them, but they were a part of her and, for the most part, she had learn to accept them. It did, however, make life difficult when she couldn't indulge her darker instincts occasionally.
Meld told herself that she had gone into the city this evening to get away from such thoughts. She told herself that all she wanted to do was find herself a cupcake from the little cupcake store she had wandered past a few days ago, have herself a cupcake and think about things that didn't involve pain and torture and terror. She told herself that but she didn't really believe it. Leaving the Mansion doors her claws almost itched with the anticipation of what was to come. While she wouldn't start a fight, the only reason she could live with the knowledge of her dark urges was because she was able to put them towards the greater good of the mutant cause, she rarely left at night without thoughts of violence on her mind. And then there was the fact that the cupcake shop was in a rather upper class section of the city, a rather conservative and, so she had heard, anti-mutant section of the city. Heard and seen for herself, at a distance. She took no pains to hide her claws or her tail.
Meld confidently strode into The Little Cupcake Shop to be greeted by a little tinkling bell that warned those working that someone had entered. The shop was busy, it not being as late as her usual nocturnal wanderings. The cashier gaped in her direction, the man noticing immediately her metal parts. It took perhaps half a minute for the other patrons to notice her entrance and then she heard the mutterings begin. Meld grinned, the self-satisfied smile of a predator on the hunt. It wouldn't take much to provoke these humans into violence, wouldn't take much for them to show their true colours as haters of mutant kind. Wouldn't take much at all for them to sign their own death warrant and Meld would be the one to place them into the coffins they so rightfully deserved. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. She was going to enjoy this immensely.
Geo wasn't the cupcake kind of guy, but every now and then people needed to get out of their comfort zone. That's why Geo had gone to the small cupcake shop in the upper class side of town for the first time. It was also why he was returning now, with the strange homeless girl in tow. Sure, maybe it was weird bringing Catherine along to drop off his number to the cute redhead who worked at the shop but Geo didn't trust anyone alone at the garage with his new bike. The two were driving down the street in the purple and black Plymouth Road Runner and Geo, as usual, obeyed no traffic laws. He swerved the muscle car through the cars and went over twenty miles above the speed limit. He was in no hurry but that was just the way he drove, any other way felt forced.
The two were silent for he majority of the ride, the tension in the car was heavy for Geo. He barely new this girl but she was staying at his home and going places with him. The further they went down the road the better the buildings began to look. Graffiti stopped showing up on the brick walls and Mercedes began showing up on the street. No wonder Geo never came this way, nothing irritated him more than rich snobs. Gallivanting around showing off all they're expensive, shiny toys to extract envy from the pedestrians. But that was a different matter. Geo pulled his car into an open parking space across the street from the cupcake shop. He turned to Catherine as he grabbed his leather jacket out of the back.
"You can come in if you want. I'll only be a minute but if you want cupcakes, my treat." With that he killed the engine, tucked the keys in his pocket and got out of the car. As he rushed across the street Geo dodged a few cars, nearly getting clipped by a Monte Carlo on the way. Geo could have easily drove a stone spike through the negligent drivers car but he didn't want to make a scene today. Once inside Geo walked up to the counter where a red haired girl had her eye focused on a magazine on the counter.
When she heard Geo approach she spoke. "Welcome to The Little Cupcake Shop, what can I get you?" Geo smiled slightly before he answered the question. "Two double chocolate chip cupcakes please." Recognizing the voice the red head looked up surprised and reached across the counter to wrap her arms around Geo's neck and pull him into a hug. "Geo!" Geo hugged her back chuckling until someone cleared their throat in the back, the girls boss. "Hey Jess." He said with a wink as the girl released him and sank back to the other side of the counter. "Hold on, I'll be right back." She stated and she ran to the back, and returned a few moments later with the muffins. Geo pulled out his wallet and pulled out several bills and a card with his auto garage number, his cellphone number, on the front of it and handed it to the girl. "There, I believe that's what you wanted." The girl rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. Chuckling Geo turned and was about to head out the door when he noticed something odd, a tail.
Geo walked over to the girls table with the cupcakes and had a seat, placing one of the cupcakes next to an empty seat for Catherine. Geo looked across at the girl across from him and smiled. "You have to admire a mutant who refuses to hide what they are." He said to the girl who had multiple metal body parts.
That was the thought that ran through Creia’s mind the entire car ride to the cupcake shop. She was in pure disbelief at the garage when he told her his ‘master’ plan. So much so she could not find the strength to protest. He had to be joking. He REALLY had to be joking. I mean, come on… who in their right mind would bring a female with them while flirting with a chick?!
Her eyes slowly glanced at the man next to her.
Creia closed her eyes and let out a drawn out sigh.
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They finally made it to the shop and managed not to become road kill in the process. Creia stepped out of the car and walked over to the sidewalk with him. She lingered in the background.
[/color]"You can come in if you want. I'll only be a minute but if you want cupcakes, my treat."
This got her somewhat excited. She needed to get her daily sugar intake and cupcakes were a delicious way to satisfy this. Occasionally while eating her sweets, she secretly admitted to her Daddy… the mortal world did know something about flavor. Her lips curved into a slight smile and offered a simple nod as the two made their way inside.
It became apparent from Geo’s conversation who the ‘special girl’ was. Her eyes settled onto the red head behind the counter. She looked like she had the IQ of a speck of dust and probably faced her hardest dilemma in life when she decided: Yes, these jeans do make my ass look fat. She rolled her eyes at the PDA the two where displaying. Just get the damn cupcakes already!
She looked at the plate the ginger set down.
“These are muffins.” She blatantly stated with a hint of annoyance.
The two love bird stopped their conversation to look up at her. But then the girl giggled, fixed her mistake, and returned back to staring into the elemental’s eyes. Creia shook her head.
‘Trust me Daddy, not even you would want a soul like hers.’
The two finally sat down with the corrected order of cupcakes in hand. Creia instantly grabbed the closest one to her. She looked at it carefully then slowly and perhaps seductively licked the chocolate frosting off the top. Her body squirmed in delight as a sigh of content escaped her lips. She felt the sugar enter her body, energizing her, awakening her. She felt like she now had the energy to tackle any challenge that walked her way.
The shop’s bell rang.
Creia’s eyes became fixated at the entering metalized female. It was completely obvious that this girl was a mutant. Still, it did not look like she came here just to enjoy cupcakes. Creia’s heart beat loudly. She nodded in agreement.
‘Yes Daddy, I can sense it too… This one might be a probl-‘
"You have to admire a mutant who refuses to hide what they are."
Creia’s eyes flashed to Geo. Idiot. He was simply an idiot. Why the hell did he have to bring attention to himself… and based on proximity also herself? Did he not sense the metal mutant’s intentions? She quietly took another bite of her cupcake while trying her hardest not to be involved in a scene. Not because she was scared of this freak. No. She did not want to reveal her power to Geo if things started to get out of hand.
That little surprise would have to be saved for another time.
Posted by vampyremage on Nov 20, 2009 13:04:41 GMT -6
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As Meld looked around The Little Cupcake Shop she felt her anger growing within her, a glowing self righteous feeling. She didnt' let the feeling show upon her face. Anger at the injustice towards all mutants may fuel her motivations but she would never be controlled by her anger. These pitiful excuses for human beings would give her all the fuel she needed to feed her addiction without her doing anything rash that she would regret later. They always did, without fail. Stupid as cattle, some of them. If only they could be more like those humans residing alongside the mutants at The Mansion; peacefully and with acceptance of her brethren. That would save them. But, of course, humans like that were few and far between. Her own parents were clear indications of that and the countless individuals who had attacked her for no other reason than that she was a mutant. Most of those individuals were now dead.
"You have to admire a mutant who refuses to hide what they are."
The words came from the man in front of her and, although a quick look over his person showed no visible sign of mutation, Meld came to the conclusion that he must, himself, be a mutant. And one who, judging from his words, was proud of his heritage and his people. She nodded and smiled in his direction, though the smile was dark and filled with barely suppressed violence. She hoped when things started happening, and she knew that they would soon, he would either get himself out of harm's way or do his part in the fight to come. It was so hard to tell what way a mutant would turn when it came to the massacre of human flies.
Finally it was Meld's turn to order and she stepped up to the desk. "I'll take a chocolate cupcake." Her voice was cold and utterly emotionless. It was the voice she used when preparing for battle. Not that this would be much of a battle; more of a massacre. Nevertheless, at this moment her emotions were as dead as her voice.
"We don't serve your kind here." The wrong thing to say. As Meld knew it would be. She growled audibly, threateningly.
"My kind?" She didn't yell, didn't make any sort of real scene. In fact, only those close by would even be able to hear her quietly spoken words. And yet the threat was clearly written within.
"Mutants. We don't serve mutants here!" He was brave, Meld had to give him that much. Brave and also very very stupid. How was it that so few humans realized when they were in the presence of death? How had humans managed to survive when so few had the least amount of survival instincts?
Sure it was weird that Geo would bring a girl along to drop off a number for a girl but Geo wasn't one to trust someone easily, especially with his home. Catherine didn't seem to thrilled with the idea but it's not like Geo had had a choice. He bought her a cupcake in an attempt to compensate for her coming with him. Looking around the mutant sighed, he hated this crowd. With the exception of the obvious mutant, Catherine and himself the place was full of text book humans. A group of girls in the corner, faces buried in their cellphones. A man in an expensive looking suit typing away on his laptop and two seeming housewives chattered on about god knows what. None of whom he would think of as reacting to a mutant more than then staring and whispering to one another.
Geo turned to Catherine as she sat with him. "Sorry about dragging you out here with me. Needed to give a friend my number." Geo began, picking into his cupcake. As he did so his eyes watched the woman at the counter. "If you want I can take you to that place I told you about last night after this. Or you could stay at the garage a little bit. I don't have to be up there for a few days." As Geo finished his sentence something caught his attention. The metal mutant was at the counter now and she seemed to be having an altercation with the cashier. Geo pushed back in his seat and listened in on the conversation.
Geo's ears began to get warm as irritation began swelling up inside him. They were going to have the nerve deny her service for her race. He should have expected this kind of reaction. This was going to display the point he had told to Catherine last night at the garage. Human's couldn't co-exist. All they knew how to do was alienate.
Pushing off the table to his feet Geo walked over to the counter, leaning to the side of the metal girl and placed his hand on the counter. Geo had a furious look in his eyes and he starred down the cashier. "It wouldn't be a smart move to deny this woman service." Geo was trying to keep his composure but he couldn't stop the anger from reaching his voice. Geo don't do anything stupid. Think, how would Abyss handle this, with reason or violence? But Geo got mixed signals on that as well. He had seen Big Red be diplomatic but he had also seen him publicly dispose of the Statue of Liberty for Geo to replace it with a Mutant version. At the moment, however, Geo had to fight to keep himself in check of his powers.
All you need is Love, Love can change the world, If you love me I can do anything… All bull. The mental sickness of love was the main reason why people were chained up to this mortal lie. They believed if they had a connection with anyone, they would have a meaning to stay alive. Her eyes wandered over to Geo who was staring at his crush behind the counter. Now Geo, he did not seem like he was in love. More likely, he was listening to the voices from his loins. But that girl… Creia’s eyes moved to the red head behind the counter. Now she looked like she was falling. Hard.
Creia began to pity the girl, ‘Poor fool. Maybe I will spare you and release your soul to the truth.’
"If you want I can take you to that place I told you about last night after this. Or you could stay at the garage a little bit. I don't have to be up there for a few days."
She returned her eyes back at him. “I… I think… I might want to visit this place.” Her voice returned to being meek sounding. “But I do not want to be pressured in joining!” She quickly stated.
Creia had not forgotten her goal. All she wanted to do was see the power this organization had. Who knows, maybe she could find someone who believed in her cause. Of course, once he or she had become useless, she would promptly send them to her Daddy.
She turned her attention back at Geo. His, however, was not at the ginger but at the metalized freak mutant who had walked through the door. Apparently there had been a little clash between the mutant and the owner of the store. Why wouldn’t there be one? Mutant or not, this freak was so hideous that she could scare off customers. The manager was clearly making a great business decision by forcing her to leave.
"It wouldn't be a smart move to deny this woman service."
‘Seriously Geo? You got to stop.’ She glared at him.
These two mutants could easily maim and kill the whole store. And the humans were either too dumb or too hardheaded to realize this. If this was any other time, she would have joined them… then betray them. But no. She still needed to check out that Sanctuary. And the less they knew about her power, the better advantage she would have.
Creia shuffled in her seat and kept her glaze to her almost finished cupcake. Hopefully Geo would get the damn picture: She did not want any part of this. She looked quickly at the door then returned her eyes to the sweet. She could run. Most likely a fight will start and some of the humans would escape. She could blend in with them and run away as well. But… she did not want to seem weak. Furthermore Geo might get offended if she ran and thus not show her the organization. She cursed under her breath. It looked like she was going to be here for a while.
‘Oh well…’ She thought, ‘At least I would be watching a good show.’
Posted by vampyremage on Nov 25, 2009 3:12:14 GMT -6
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Meld could see the visible affects of the barely restrained anger in the male stranger near her. She had never been the best at reading the emotions of the people around her, but anger was the one emotion she could almost always pick out. It was, in her line of work, good to know the emotional state of enemy and allie alike. Not that the anger in this particular stranger was well hidden; or hidden at all for that matter. And Meld felt a similar anger within herself, an anger that these small humans would dare to deny her service just because of what she was and she allowed that anger to show in her eyes and in the tension of her body.
"It wouldn't be a smart move to deny this woman service."
Meld grinned a twisted dark grin in the direction of the man behind the desk, digging the claws of her right hand into the wooden desk and leaving deep fissures upon it. She saw fear in his eyes, both at the strangers' words and at her own display of danger and she desired that fear almost as much as she desired to see his blood; desired to be the cause of the sight of his blood. She growled deep in her throat, a sound barely audible but thick with menace. He would be the ultimate fool if he continued with his game of denial, but then humans were known to be fools now weren't they?
"So, are you going to serve me after all?" Her voice was thick with danger and threat.
"I don't...that is I can't..." The man's, almost more of a boy really, voice shook. "Its against our policy." The last part came out in a rush and Meld almost admired the fact that he was brave enough to stick to his first statement despite the obvious danger. May have admired him if she hadn't known that he was going to die either by her hand or, just perhaps, by the hand of the male stranger near her. Humans really were stupid creatures.
Blinking her human eyes shut for a moment Meld opened her tail eye to look around behind her. People were staring, many people. In the corner she spotted a trio of male teenagers who seemed like they may be prepared to fight if it came to that. And it would. It was a good feeling, the anticipation of battle. The only unfortunate thing was that it would likely be more of a slaughter than a true test of skill but perhaps that would come in time. And it would at least assauge her need for blood and violence. She wouldn't let the need get so strong next time, wouldn't let it get to the point of controlling her.
Closing her tail eye Meld looked towards the female that had come in with the mutant male. It seemed to her that the woman didn't share the same fear that the human cattle did. Not surprising, perhaps, given that she had come with the other man. Was she a mutant as well? And if so would she be on their side or against them? She almost hoped the female would be an enemy, almost hoped that the female would present a challenge that no mere human ever could. No matter, it would all play out in a matter of minutes. And then it would be over. All too soon it would be over. But that wouldn't stop her from savoring every moment of pain that she would soon inflict.
The boy behind the counter looked to be no more than Geo's age, but he looked as though he was about to pass out from fear. His voice was breaking up as he spoke and his skin was turning ghostly pale. Humans were so weak. A human teenager could barely take a bit of intimidation but a mutant teenager could face down a crowd of anti-mutant activist without fear. Geo had had to do it several times and it was fun.
"Think kid, what's more important to you. The policy of these people who give you this pathetic excuse for a shop or stopping me from getting rather angry and doing some not so nice things to this pretty little shop of yours." Taking off his jacket and tossing it to the table Geo stood back and crossed his arms. As a grin came on his face his arms began to grow in size, the flesh became hard, earth and cracked as he turned his arms to stone. Geo glanced over his shoulder briefly as he heard a pair of chairs scrape against the grown. Almost everyone was still in their seats, even Catherine who seemed to not want to be a part of what was about to happen. The sound of the chairs had come from a group of three teenagers who seemed like they wanted a fight.
Geo turned his back to the man behind the counter and faced the three who slowly approached them. He unfolded his arms and held up a single finger, wiggling it back and fourth while shaking his head. "Silly little humans. Don't you know better than to disrespect those who are superior to you?" A playful look came on his face as he let his arms drop to his sides. Three guys would be no problem, what Geo wondered was whether or not the people outside the shop would rush to their fellow Humans' sides when things went down.
In cartoons, the right minded gentlemen more commonly called the ‘bad guys’ would try and try again to attack the hero and his stupid ideals of love and peace. It was a simple plot that amused the minds of two year olds. And every week the bad guys would fight and lose to the hero, reinforcing the power and might of good and justice.
This was not a cartoon.
By society’s eyes, meaning by human’s eyes, these two mutants would be the bad guys. It was pretty simple to see. The metal woman freak initiated conflict when society would have backed away and left the situation. Geo was a villain for assisting the metal monster in her quest for revenge.
This was not a cartoon.
However, unlike the Saturday show specials these two baddies would not lose. The power of good filled the hands of the human race… and the power of evil currently rested in the palms of a giant rock man and a woman with a metal tail.
The fall of man’s hero.
Creia watched as the three teens turned and grabbed the metal chairs from under them. They lifted the seats, gave a quick look to each other, and charged towards Geo. Creia noticed one of the jackets one of the teens was wearing. It seemed like a varsity sports jacket from a nearby high school. Was he a football player? The football player swung his chair at Geo. The other two lackeys surrounded the rock man in attempt to corner him in. By this time, many of the guests who were close to the door had left the shop. The others dropped down into the feeble position under their tables or towards a corner. She could see that outside, people were gathering around the window to watch this brawl in both fear and wonder.
“STOP!”[/b][/color]
Creia’s and most likely everyone else’s attention had turned to the man behind the counter. He was shakily holding a pistol between his clammy hands and had aimed the barrel directly at the metal woman.
“Ha ha ha ha…”
A light chuckle escaped from Creia’s lips. She couldn’t help but start laughing. The whole entire shop was in chaos. And she loved it. She embraced it! It was all too funny for her!
‘Oh Daddy…’ She thought while laughing, ‘What a great present you have given me. The death of the weak and the exposure of powers… What more can a loving daughter get from her Daddy?’
Posted by vampyremage on Dec 4, 2009 17:50:58 GMT -6
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Meld grinned at the male mutant as his form expanded and stone began to cover his skin. It was so gratifying to see another mutant not ashamed of who he was and, not only that, but willing to stand up for his own kind. It was so gratifying to note that she wasn't the only one with strong anti-human views and wasn't the only one willing to hurt those who hurt her people, directly or indirectly. I remained to be seen, of course, whether this individual was willing to go all the way and actually take a life for the upholding of the superiority of his people and to negate the disrespect these humans had showed, but not everyone was willing to go so far. Some, mistakenly, still viewed human life as having some worth. And, perhaps it did. But not as much worth as mutant life and certainly not so much worth that there was no justification in ending it. Sometimes people had to die. Unfortunate but true. And, hopefully, this would be one of those times.
Meld gave a nod of respect towards the rock man and her tail twitched. A blink of her tail eye saw the three men with metal chairs approach before they even had a chance to surround the rock man. It would be most interesting to see exactly what he was able to do to them. "Shall I leave them to you?" Meld asked, casually. Her voice elicited no emotion, even the anticipation of the impending massacre didn't come through in her words. The fight was about to begin and in such a fight emotion was a weakness. Therefor she would have no emotion; a technique that had served her well time and time again. She was, at that point, an emotionless killer, perhaps some might even call her a psychopath. And when she entered such a state, even the few morals she had didn't enter into the eqation of which actions were acceptable and which ones were not. Now it was a matter of survival of the fittest and she was the fittest of them all.
“STOP!”
Meld heard the command and saw the gun pointed, waveringly, at her chest. So, it seemed the little human had the sense to stand up for himself after all. How very amusing. For a moment Meld froze, absolutely unmoving and, as she expected, the man did not fire. She calcaulated the distance in her head and, a moment later, leapt from the ground and onto the desk, clawed feet digging into the wood. She landed in a crouch, shield arm in front of her chest and in the way of the gun. The man, however, didn't even have the opportunity to fire. The moment Meld landed she struck out with her tail, much as a scorpion would, four deadly blades puncuring his neck and shoulder. The man let out a gurgling noise as he cluched at his neck and the gun fell to the floor.
As the three teenagers approached the mutants he heard the female mutant's voice behind him. She asked him if he wanted the young teens and a crooked smile formed on the young elemental's face.
"If you would be so kind." He chuckled quietly and turned back to the teens who were now wielding chairs. He allowed them to approach, from the corner of his eye he could see Catherine sitting off to the side, obviously not wanting to take part in what was about to happen. Oh well, her loss.
The three teens swung their chairs at once, Geo's massive solid arms reached up to block the one to his right on directly in front. The two were caught with a nasty reverberation going through their bodies from the connection with a solid object. Geo wasn't able to block the third chair to the left however, instead he tightened his body and took the blow to the ribs. Bad news was that they were the same ribs that had been broken a few years ago so he had to hope the fractures didn't reopen. He didn't wait to find out though. The mutant brought up his foot and slammed the heavy boot down on the teen to his left's foot. The teen was caught off guard and which time Geo brought his rocky elbow to smash into his face, slamming into the wall.
Bringing around his left hand he smacked the teen that had been in front of him after the one against the wall, leaving the teen to his ultimate right who had recovered from the chairs reverberation. The varsity football player took another swing at Geo's back but Geo threw himself back knocking the varsity player backwards into a table. Turning, Geo grabbed the football player by his leg and threw him towards the front of the shop, through the front window and into the observing crowd, littering the ground with glass fragments. As Geo turned to do the same to the two laying against the wall he froze.
"STOP!"
The boy behind the counter had pulled a gun and had it fixed on the metal girl. Geo cursed to himself that they weren't on solid ground, he could have easily dispatched the man but alas he wouldn't be able to use all his powers.
THe metal girl seemed to have things handled, she had already jumped onto the counter and had done a scorpion impression on the clerks neck. Geo nodded and laughed.
"Nicely done." He said with a nod as he picked up one of the teens against the wall and casually threw them out the window like taking out the trash. As the second teenager hit the ground several other people climbed through the window. Four men who seemed a bit burly, possibly a bigger threat than three football playing teens.
"Round two." Geo said to himself as he kicked off his boots, leaving his feet bare until they grew to a rocky form like his arms had moments ago, his jeans splitting up to the knee.
Creia’s eyes followed the once gun wielding man as his now empty hands reached for the gash on his neck. With a wound like that, it wouldn’t be long until his would die of blood loss. Creia blinked. Why did these people insist on drawing attention? Now apart from the vandalism, violence, and trespassing… the two of them might face charges for murder. She pouted. At least when she kills people, she made sure that there were no witnesses around. And she halfheartedly admitted that compared to some freaks, the powers her Daddy gave her were not that strong. Weakness is a gift. If she was invincible, she wouldn’t need to nurture her brain with plots and schemes. If anything, her weakness had made her stronger… especially compared with this idiotic displays of grandeur these two idiots show.
Two of the shop’s windows shattered. From the broken glass emerged four big looking men. From the look on their faces and the street weapons (Which happened to be: a glass bottle, a hammer, pocket knife, and a bat) they were carrying, they weren’t coming in here to be the hero of humanity. If anything, these muscle heads were looking for a fight.
Creia looked at the increased number of human fighters coming into the store. She shook her head. Humans… they were like bacteria. Multiplying and multiply-
Suddenly Creia felt the force of something being pushed into her. From the corner of her eye she saw a flash image that one of the lumberjacks was being thrown at her.
Stab.
She felt it… down on her left torso, she felt the pocket knife enter her body. It wasn’t a long blade, maybe three inches at most. But it was three inches of delicious pleasure. A bit lip forced her outburst.
“Oh my Gawd!” The lumberjack yelled after he quickly regained mobility. He ran up to her, quickly ripping a sleeve to act as a bandage. “Here, I need to get yer to a hospital!”
Creia’s eyes opened widely. If that man touched her with that thin piece of cloth, most likely he would get her blood on his hands.
And that would mean disaster.
Creia stepped back as far as she could so much so that she pressed her body against the wall. She was trying to get as far from the man as she could. The look of worry on her face could easily pass as the look of pain. She had to keep this man far away from her. It wasn’t like she couldn’t defeat him. The very act of fighting would have given her cover away. She looked around and then… the vision of her savior appeared.
“GEO!” She screamed in hopes the rock ogre would come to her side.
Posted by vampyremage on Dec 20, 2009 14:50:02 GMT -6
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It was such a satisfying feeling, that of having Meld's blades enter the neck of the threatening and entirely disrespectful human and watching as rivers of blood began flowing down his neck and body. Oh, it was just the sort of release that she had been craving and almost instantly she felt better about everything. It was such a powerful intoxicating feeling to take a life, to know that the power of life and death lay in her hands. She was death; where she walked her enemies fell before her, though humans were such weak and pitiful enemies. What she wanted was a challenge but for now a massacre would have to do. She looked around for her next victim.
Meld returned her attention to the rest of the shop just in time to see Geo dispose of the three chair wielding humans in rather impressive fashion. "Nice job youself," she acknowledged his words. It really was a beautiful sight to see the chaos the two of them were causing. Half the humans in the store were panicking, trying to hide under tables or escape through the door and Meld was disinclined to prevent their escape. They would spread the word of what happened today and, hopefully, at least a few humans would learn not to mess with mutants. Hopefully.
Meld blinked her tail eye in order to see what was going on behind her and spotted 4 men, complete with weapons, coming through the door. It seemed that they might get a little challenge after all. While individual humans were hardly a threat to people like them, a mob of humans might just be. She grinned towards Geo, blood lust plainly visible in her eyes and she thought she detected a similar blood lust in him. Some things were just better shared with another and this was one of them, although his female companion didn't appear to be nearly as enthusiastic about the events of the hour as he did. Oh well, it was her loss.
It was only because Meld had been contemplating Geo's companion that she saw the girl get stabbed by one of the humans with a small knife. Her expression was one of worry and pain though the fact that she wasn't screaming or panicking spoke rather highly of her. Had she not been with Geo, who she proceeded to call for, and had Meld not suspected that she was also a mutant, Meld wouldn't have cared one way or another what happened to her. But if she was a mutant then she was kin and if she was kin she needed to be saved. Sometimes things really were just that simple.
Meld growled threateningly before leaping towards the strange girl. One of the many nameless faceless humans, stupid as all the others, intercepted her, weilding another knife. Before she could deal with the offending man, someone from behind clipped her knee, causing her to fall to one knee. Had her knee not gone out from under her she wouldn't have even realized she had been hit. Opening her tail eye and spotting the offender, she realized she had been hit with a chair in the back of the leg. The instant she saw the offender she lifted her tail and struck out, piercing the back of the man's leg. He fell screaming and clutching the wound. Now there was only the man in front of her and the culprit who had attacked the girl she had attempted to rescue. Hopefully she would make it long enough for Meld to get to her.
