The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Calley leaned over the railing, feet on the lower rung and body precariously balancing into thin air. The wood dug into his stomach. Baby blue eyes were closed; short brown hair, perennially tousled, was not helped any by the wind. They were scouting locations. This might be a good spot to meet with Syn, in her full pheromone glory. Open air. Windy. Nothing screamed 'tasteful' like making her mutation a moot point, rather than complaining if she used it. Not that Calley intended to step anywhere near that woman ever again, without a very good reason or a very bad one.
Slate, however, would have to. Calley snuck a glance through half-lidded eyes at the eighteen year old next to him. His 'brother', as it were, was leaning lightly against the railing. His arms were loosely at his sides, his eyes waiting impassively for their visitor.
They waited on this humble walking pier, Slate in a warm black turtleneck, himself in a light blue jacket. Slate had his gray scarf around his neck; Calley had nothing except bare skin. It still felt good, after all these months. Nothing at all touching his throat, except the wind. He leaned a little further out over the crashing gray waves below. A hint of spray touched his face. Either that, or it had started drizzling again. The gray clouds matched the ocean below, in a lighter shade of gray. The threatening skies kept most people away from this place, today. Both twins wore loose khaki pants, and open-toed sandals. Calley had left his on the boards of the pier. Umm, bare feet on a cold cold railing rung, and a stupid balancing stunt. This was nice.
Stop doing that before you fall. You cannot swim, Slate reminded him, levelly.
Nope, Calley agreed, turning a grin on his other self. "But I can fly."
"He's here." Slate stated quietly.
Calley hopped down from the railing, already turning. His arms waved into the air in a stupid jumping jack that lowered Slate's own dignity a few points by mere association.
"Abyss!" He shouted, to the man they'd jumped hopped with Lisa to get a message to, without incidentally accidentally coincidentally getting stabbed by Isabel in the process. "Hi! Guess what!"
Guess what, indeed. It had been rather a long time since they'd met with the Bearer of the Monkey Tail. A lot had changed. A lot.
Slate raised his own hand in a much more subdued greeting; it never got higher than his chest before returning to his side. From him, that was like skipping across a daisy field. It was good to see the large red man. Good to honestly see him, with his own eyes.
If for absolutely none of the other fantastic reasons to like that Kid, he had to be at least eighteen by now but was still a kid, He would like him for his enthusiasm He almost didn’t notice the nonchalant Clone behind him. His mouth was already hanging open a bit as he looked at and passed him, at quickly broke into a joyous grin that fought to match Calley’s own.
~~"Hi! Guess what!"
“Hey! What?” he knew what but this was one of those that you didn’t bother guessing and just let the news come tumbling out of the mouth of the one making you guess. As he neared he grabbed the pair and pulled them into a brief (non-bone breaking) Hug. “ I am thoroughly happy for you two, No Idea how you did it but I am Happy.”
He grinned at the pair as he replaced them into the spots they were originally standing.
In the back ground a set of six clones set off to different tasks, a couple of them were reading, another pair were playing a game of chess one was flying a kite and cursing at the last who was throwing super strength propelled projectiles at his kite. All and all they were behaving better than he could have hoped. He brought them along as they would now understand more than ever as one brings along ones self.
Oh, and the tumble did indeed begin. Did it ever begin. Calley's mouth opened, and Slate was reminded of a water ballon, "I fought Hunter! And we're two people now! And I don't have an Explode-a-Collar! And--Gah!"
It was a good gah. Suddenly he was getting hugged, by one of the few people he would let hug him. And Slate was, too. Heh. Both twins instinctively tensed at the contact--touchy people, they were not. Not usually. Not unless it was on their terms. But for Abyss? They became somewhat less board-stiff. And Calley even returned the hug, one-armed. The other arm may or may not have tried to swipe at the monkey tail.
Huzzah for non-bone-breaking hugs!
>> “I am thoroughly happy for you two, No Idea how you did it but I am Happy.”
That grin was returned in full measure by Calley. Slate even blushed, which was probably his way of holding in similarly undignified facial expression. "Thank you," he said, quietly.
Meanwhile, the Calley flood was opening again.
>> “It has been too long fellas!”
"Yeah it has! Wanna know something awesome?" Baby Blue Eyed Teen No. 1 raised his arms up dramatically, and brought them crashing down. He grinned, and spoke in a conspiratorial tone: "I dropped a whale on Hunter. And he's gone now."
"These two events are unrelated," Slate found it prudent to add. Calley flashed a you-interrupted-happy-story-time frown at him, and turned back to Abyss.
"Yeah. Unrelated. Err, maybe I should talk slower? And in order. Maybe." He hopped up on the railing, and began the first leg of their news. "So, in September, I blew up Hunter's apartment using his own bomb. And then I marched into the Labs, and told him I quit. And it was epic." Oh, how Calley did grin.
Slate held his peace. They weren't even to his part of the story, yet. Which was, naturally, the best part.
He might have been surprised at the contrast between the two if he didn’t currently have six very distinct personalities hanging out in the field behind him. He understood. More so he wondered how tightly they were tied to each other, Slate seemed like he might need some Tylenol by the end of spending any given day with Calley
~~"Yeah it has! Wanna know something awesome?" "I dropped a whale on Hunter. And he's gone now."
The laugh that started began with hmm and then a HMMM and then all out bellowing and cracking up laughter. He was trying to say awesome but couldn’t stop the side splitting laughter to get it out.
~~"These two events are unrelated,"
“oh?” Abyss sobered slightly but Slate simply added that they were unrelated not un-true, none the less he managed to bring it in a notch and only let muffled “heh”’s slip out as he tried to blink away the tears from the burst of laughter that followed thinking about Hunter getting smashed by free willy.
~~"Yeah. Unrelated. Err, maybe I should talk slower? And in order. Maybe." "So, in September, I blew up Hunter's apartment using his own bomb. And then I marched into the Labs, and told him I quit. And it was epic."
“At a boy,” he said as he nundged him slightly on his shoulder. It was good to hear he was sticking it to the man, in a way that couldn’t be ignored. “Sounds like it was epic, so Ok, I get the bomb and the quitting but I am going to need to know more about this epic part if I am even going to begin to understand where you got a whale to throw at Hunter.” Where as Abyss could go to sea world and grab the over grown fishy mammal out of the water Calley and slate would probably have had to use a helicopter or a truck or something…
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>> “At a boy.”
Calley grinned at the shoulder nudge, though it took an interesting bit of balancing to stay on the railing.
The big red guy’s laughter felt as good in Calley’s ears as telling the story did. Abyss was the only one outside of the Labs staff who knew about this. The first one he’d told, and probably the last, for a good long time. Telling all this… yeah. It felt good. This was pride, and he had earned it.
>> “Sounds like it was epic, so Ok, I get the bomb and the quitting but I am going to need to know more about this epic part if I am even going to begin to understand where you got a whale to throw at Hunter.”
“Heh heh,” Calley laughed, teeth still merrily flashing. “I guess I forgot that part, huh? So, I’ve been—“ He shook his head slightly at the present tense. Nope; that part of their life was over. Correction: “I had been training for that fight—pretty much since he first caught me, actually. And I’ve figured out some interesting ways to use my power that I neglected to tell him about. There’s the basic shifting that you know about—like the cat form and the tiger form and stuff—and then there’s the chimeraing, which I might-maybe-not have mentioned before. That’s kinda like shoving basic forms in a blender and controlling what comes out. And then, right before the fight, I learned about this,” Calley said. Demonstration time. Calley held out an open palm. A very obviously empty palm.
And then, quite suddenly, there was a sparrow sitting there. It stared up at the red giant towering above it, its little black eyes every bit as laughter-filled as Calley’s own. Which made rather a great deal of sense, seeing as the sparrow was Calley, and Calley was the sparrow.
Demonstration time, take two.
“The whale trick went a little like this,” Calley said. He grinned, curling his hand so that one finger stuck out in a perch; the sparrow easily hopped up to it. And then, like a child’s game of airplane, Calley started making high-speed-ZOOM! noises while the sparrow flapped its wings. He swept hand and sparrow both in a sweep up and over, directly towards Slate.
Don’t,[/color] his doppelganger warned.
“KaBOMB!” Calley exclaimed, and quite suddenly, the sparrow dropped a goldfish. It fell, limp and lifeless, onto Slate’s sandaled foot.
Facial. Twitch.
“I’m the sparrow,” Calley explained his interactive diagram somewhat belatedly, as he dropped his hand to his side. The sparrow fluttered, somewhat gracelessly, to a perch on his shoulder. “And Slate’s foot is Hunter.”
“…You dropped a goldfish on my foot,” Slate stated. A soulless eye stared up at him out of an orange-scaled body. On his foot.
Abyss laughter stopped quenched by utter amazement. Out of no where Calley created a bird!
“that is strait out of Genesis.” Abyss sounded quite dumbfounded.
~~“The whale trick went a little like this,”
Abyss looked concerned for more then a moment.
~~“KaBOMB!”
“ohhhhhhhhhh!” glance at slate. “ that’s terrible.” Fight grin.
~~“I’m the sparrow,” “And Slate’s foot is Hunter.”
**“…You dropped a goldfish on my foot,”
~~“It was Hunter,”
He nodded as if he understood now. “and that was that? It just took the moby approach huh?” he said it as if that was on of the most accepted methods of solving a problem. “ I might feel bad if he didn’t deserve ever ounce of whale that landed on him.” He bent to pick up the gold fish and then made to toss it into harbor behind them.
“ Ok, that explains a lot, so then you can split yourself, that explains how” he pointed toward slate. “You are wearing your very own Caleb suit. I know the absolute glory that is having your head to yourself. Most wouldn’t understand the concept, but I do.”
As if to prove his point Jupiter and Pluto were now roughly wrestling with each other, Jupiter may have been trying to attack Pluto with the kite and Pluto had certainly thrown at least two rocks at Pluto.
In contrast the readers and chess players were carrying on as if they didn’t exist. Pluto knew his business though and lead the battle toward the chess table and over it. More cursing ensued.
“Both of you can do the whole shifting thing? I ask because how it worked with the guys, they can all do the heavy lifting but not the void opening.”
Such a scifi world they lived in when you thought about it, where would questions like that even make sense?
“ So what have you two been up to since smashing former employers with whales?”
Posted by Cheshire on Mar 31, 2009 19:38:16 GMT -6
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Straight out of Genesis. Calley liked that.
>> “and that was that? It just took the moby approach huh?”
“Yep,” Calley bobbed his head, “pretty much.” He decided to leave off the bit about how he stayed on the Kabal’s pay even after the fight. Hunter disappeared on basically the same day, so nothing Calley had done since then had been particularly nefarious. And with Slate’s coup, he was now officially his own cat-boy-thing. And anyone who doubted that, from here on out, could make like Slate’s foot and get goldfished.
>> “You are wearing your very own Caleb suit. I know the absolute glory that is having your head to yourself. Most wouldn’t understand the concept, but I do.”
A small smile twitched at the corners of Slate’s mouth as he watched the actions of the red legion behind Abyss. Being able to pick a fight with someone, tackle them, play chess, have the game interrupted—these were things that most people took fore granted. Then again, most people had not spent part of their life using someone else’s eyes as a television screen.
This was probably the reason that Slate liked Abyss and his clones so much. Even if he had only met them once before this, there was a certain understanding that they had all been born with. “It feels quite good,” he admitted, the understated smile still on his lips. “We are still not entirely sure how we did this—we were not aware that we could create two of the same form, and we have never been able to copy another human. Something about our power malfunctioned, however, and this was the result.” They’d met an Adapted, to be specific. Not that they knew what that was, just yet. Neither of them was complaining., ”If you do not mind, may I meet your brothers? There is quite a difference between exchanging greetings inside the void and,” he gave a shrug; a movement he himself decided on, and a movement he could feel that Calley could not, “this,” he finished.
>> “Both of you can do the whole shifting thing? I ask because how it worked with the guys, they can all do the heavy lifting but not the void opening.”
Slate and Calley exchanged a look. Calley was game on telling everything; he’d already told pretty much everything there was to say, on his own front. Abyss was officially the only other person who knew the full extent of his powers. But Slate’s half of the equation was for him to tell. Or not.
…I may abbreviate things. We honestly do not know what my powers are, after all.
It’s your call.
They both looked at Abyss again. This time, it was Calley who was silent, as Slate spoke. “Our powers are rather mismatched,” he explained, quite levelly. “It is our theory that I have taken with me some of the abilities which Calley would have manifested, given enough time. We are still not entirely certain what I can do… but it seems to involve healing, and some degree of psychic capability. The healing is through the same shifting that Calley seems to use to change forms; I merely change the form back to itself, uninjured.” His mouth closed, but his baby blue eyes stayed on Abyss. Tentatively, he tried to send his thoughts, as he did frequently with Calley, and had done once before with Tarin. As to the psychic abilities,[/color] he continued, I am still not entirely clear what they are. Can you hear this?
>> “So what have you two been up to since smashing former employers with whales?”
And lo, did the shared look between twins return. Calley gave a shrug, and turned back to Abyss, with a light smile. “I’ve been hanging with the X’s, mostly. Someone thought it was a good idea to make me a trainee. So far, I haven’t chewed the wiring out on their jet, so it hasn’t been the worst decision the Mansion Powers That Be have ever made.”
Slate’s turn. This would be interesting. Calley swung his legs out with carefree carelessness as his twin began. Slate’s voice was completely calm; he might have been talking about the whether over tea and biscuits. ”I am the new Leader of the Kabal.”
Yep. Calley’s split personality was leading a Faction. What was yours doing?
~~“It feels quite good,” “We are still not entirely sure how we did this—we were not aware that we could create two of the same form, and we have never been able to copy another human. Something about our power malfunctioned, however, and this was the result.”
“Hmmm maybe you can make a copy of any form once? Including this one too, though it is usually just animals, maybe again you get a free by with this human since your body knows it so well? You want to spin some mutant theory Mars would talk your ears off about it for as long as you let him.”
~~”If you do not mind, may I meet your brothers? There is quite a difference between exchanging greetings inside the void and,” “this,”
“ Yeah, of course, Part of the beauty of having freedom is just that, you don’t have to ask me who you want to talk to.I just wasn’t sure what we were doing today and if it was something we needed to have some peace for, though we might wait until whatever they are doing settles.” He hadn’t looked once behind him at the fellas. But it had been about ten minutes since they had settled in and Jupiter didn’t have anything to do since he let Saturn borrow his book. Which meant picking on someone. “hmmm, maybe its beast to interrupt them.”
~~“Our powers are rather mismatched,” It is our theory that I have taken with me some of the abilities which Calley would have manifested, given enough time. We are still not entirely certain what I can do… but it seems to involve healing, and some degree of psychic capability. The healing is through the same shifting that Calley seems to use to change forms; I merely change the form back to itself, uninjured.”
“hmmm makes sense, we always figured that happened with us and our personalites…but then it could just be that we appreciate defining ourselves.” He said with a shrug.
~~As to the psychic abilities, I am still not entirely clear what they are. Can you hear this?
“Oh, Crap!” I hear you. He thought back at him. “Yeah I heard you, loud and clear actually. Did you hear me back?” Abyss was fairly receptive to the psychic realm as he hosted a hotel for six there, he also however was fairly adept at defending himself mentally, if nothing else he would be aware that something was going on in there. If someone was putting pressure on his mental state.
~~“I’ve been hanging with the X’s, mostly. Someone thought it was a good idea to make me a trainee. So far, I haven’t chewed the wiring out on their jet, so it hasn’t been the worst decision the Mansion Powers That Be have ever made.”
“Yeah Pluto mentioned that you were singing the praise of the xmen.” He smirked, I wasn’t sure if you were collecting hair brushes over there or if it was the real deal, either way, I respect it.
~~”I am the new Leader of the Kabal.”
It took him a second but again he didn’t really doubt what Slate had to say. “Nice, shocking but nice, I mean I guess after the whale thing somebody had to take it in hand right? Sweet. I trust you with it a heck of a lot more than I ever could that pondhopper.” He was going to continue when he heard the tussle get out of control as someone got launched into the top of a tree.
“You wanted to meet em, I better get their attention before they aren’t worth talking to today.” He looked over his shoulder and bellowed. “HEY YOU HOODS, GET OVER HERE AND TAKE A LOOK AT CALLEY AND SLATE!” He turned back to them again. “ sorry had to grab their attention.”
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>> “ Yeah, of course, Part of the beauty of having freedom is just that, you don’t have to ask me who you want to talk to.”
This was a profound statement. Or, at the least, it was something that Slate had not really thought of before. His gaze went again to the clones. He was strongly tempted to go over there now, in fac—
…Was that throw being aimed at a tree?
Slate stayed where he was.
>> “Oh, Crap!” I hear you. “Yeah I heard you, loud and clear actually. Did you hear me back?”
Slate rubbed at the side of his head lightly, as if to physically put his thoughts back in order. He was not ignorant to the glaring usefulness of this ‘telepathy’, particularly given his status as a Faction leader. It was still quite strange having someone else’s voice appear in his mind, however. Rather like having a bee land on your skin, and leave in its own good time. Granted, others might feel rather the same about his voice appearing in their head. ”Yes,” Slate replied simply, “I can hear you, as well. I am still not entirely certain how that works.” If he was Calley, now would be the time for a sheepish grin. Seeing as he was Slate… it was time for an impassive blink.
>> “Yeah Pluto mentioned that you were singing the praise of the xmen. I wasn’t sure if you were collecting hair brushes over there or if it was the real deal, either way, I respect it.”
Speaking of that sheepish grin… make it half sheepish, and half impish. “Yeeeah… Well it definitely started along the hairbrush lines, but I’m not so sure now. Might actually be legit.” Might actually be. Shock and horror and tail-twitching urge to deny any such profane charges.
During the slight pause between Slate’s announcement and Abyss’ reply, neither of the twins breathed.
>> “Nice,”
Breathing: restart.
>> “shocking but nice, I mean I guess after the whale thing somebody had to take it in hand right? Sweet. I trust you with it a heck of a lot more than I ever could that pondhopper.”
Slate’s light blush crept back up to his face. “Thank you. I will try not to disappoint. I intend to meet with Syn and the Order’s other leaders,” Abyss quite distinctly included, of course, ”in the near future. It seemed appropriate to meet you alone first, before the formalities. We are friends, after all.” And both Calley and Slate could count the friends they actually trusted on one hand.
…And yes. That aim had been towards a tree.
>> “You wanted to meet em, I better get their attention before they aren’t worth talking to today. HEY YOU HOODS, GET OVER HERE AND TAKE A LOOK AT CALLEY AND SLATE!”
DEAF RINGING IN CALLEY’S EARS!
…Slate wordlessly shifted to heal.
>> “ sorry had to grab their attention.”
“What?” Calley asked, banging a palm against one of his ears.
Slate, meanwhile, felt the compulsive urge to straighten the wrinkles out of his turtleneck and resettle his scarf as the clones approached. Did he look presentable?
**”Yes,” “I can hear you, as well. I am still not entirely certain how that works.”
“Interesting. For me I just used the same tone frequency??? I use with the guys while they are in the void.”
~~“Yeeeah… Well it definitely started along the hairbrush lines, but I’m not so sure now. Might actually be legit.”
Another round of laughter met the nausea that accompanied being a legit Xmen.
**“Thank you. I will try not to disappoint. I intend to meet with Syn and the Order’s other leaders,””in the near future. It seemed appropriate to meet you alone first, before the formalities. We are friends, after all.”
“Sounds good, and I don’t think you have disappointing me in ya. though, if it is alright with you, you might let us explain to them that you indeed are not Calley.” He smirked again. “ I think that you might get the treatment from Isabel and Syn if they cant make the leap that the face doesn’t match the mind.
He snickered at Calley’s exspression. “What, like you don’t know you have both of those two all sorts of riled up.”
~~“What?” Calley asked, banging a palm against one of his ears.
Abyss mouthed the word Sorry very dramatically and slowly.it didn’t help.
Four of the six almost immediately responded by Grabbing their stuff and jogging over, the other two responded after Jupiter caught Pluto who Jumped out of the try in a psychotic attack that trusted his brother not to let him hit the ground in favor of getting punched. Jupiter caught him and had both hands tied by the act in which Pluto took the opportunity to Noogie him and then push off of Jupiter and take off in a run.
Jupiter didn’t follow Pluto but went toward the gathering and Pluto joined shortly there after taking the lack of chase as a temporary truce.
“Hey, what’s happening Guys?” came the puzzled greeting from Venus. The others paid rapt attention to the answer that would come.
Mars stepped forward and offered a hand shake to Slate and then Calley, he had already pu to gather the pieces.
Pluto Caught up and exclaimed. “Hey You guys are stealing our show!” he then made a face and then went back and forth between the two. “ Well I guess you guys have five more to go before I can complain but still!”
“Guys, if you haven’t guessed, that look alike is Slate. And slate not that any of us expect you to keep us strait for too long.” He began pointing. “Jupiter, Pluto, Saturn, Venus, Merc, Mars. I know you have all met and what not but as you said earlier, there is something different about meeting on this side of things.”
Slate nodded thankfully at Abyss’ offer to talk to Syn and Isabel for him; Calley merely cringed like a weasel in a cookie jar where he sat.
>> “What, like you don’t know you have both of those two all sorts of riled up.”
“What can I say?” Calley grinned lop-sidedly. “All the Order ladies seem to want a piece of me, lately.” Too bad it was of the ‘pound of flesh’ variety.
And then there was a great wall of red running their way. The wooden planks of the pier creaked in startled protest, and shuddered in their wake.
When one of the clones offered his hand, both Calley and Slate stepped forward to shake it. Calley even slid off of his railing perch to greet them. The sparrow on his shoulder twittered a greeting. Personally, Calley was too in awe to say much. Wow.
That was a lot of monkey tail.
>> “Hey You guys are stealing our show! Well I guess you guys have five more to go before I can complain but still!”
Grin. “Are you Pluto?” Calley hazarded. Of all the clones, Pluto was probably the one he’d had the most dealings with.
>> “Guys, if you haven’t guessed, that look alike is Slate.”
Slate managed to straighten up even further at his introduction, though his attempts to look more presentable may have just made him look a bit more like the mere teenager he was.
>> “And slate not that any of us expect you to keep us strait for too long. Jupiter, Pluto, Saturn, Venus, Merc, Mars. I know you have all met and what not but as you said earlier, there is something different about meeting on this side of things.”
Slate gave a nod of his head to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, face to face. Thank you for your offer to aid us in the fight against Antonescu.” More like their sudden stomp down the hall to pulverize the immortal, and Calley and Slate’s vehement argument that the man’s head was theirs and theirs alone to take. Slate’s way of saying things was more polite.
Calley just blinked over-awed baby blue eyes, finding it hard to pick which of them to stare at for any given moment. “I think I need a cheat sheet,” he finally admitted. “I’m going to buy you guys mismatched ties, or something. Or socks. Maybe monocles.” Monocles were a timeless statement which would surely be given knew life on those large red faces.
Finally, he managed to drag his attention back to Abyss for a moment. “Hey, Abyss. You know, even with me being an X-Trainee, it’s not like I’m brainwashed, over anything. A lot of what they do is really… stupid. I know it. Believe me.,” Stupid, in many, many different ways. The hypocrisy and amazing ability to ignore the blood on their own members’ hands was stupid, the training of kids like little soldiers was stupid, and—speaking as the boy who’d been spying on them for well over a year—the security was downright lame. “I’m mostly there because it’s a place to be. Even if Syn and Issie weren’t a little iffy about me, I don’t think I’m real Order material, do you?”
He paused a second, to let that fact linger. And a fact it was. Calley could see a lot of the Order’s points, just like he could see a lot of the X-Men’s. But a lot of things they both did… They weren’t for him. Calley couldn’t see himself sitting around with the other Order members, laughing at stories of human slaughter. Heck, it wouldn’t surprise him if some of the Order’s members started decorating their rooms with human trophies. It wasn’t that Calley wasn’t that kind of person; it was that he didn’t want to be that kind of person. It was almost a good thing Hunter had caught him. Otherwise, he would have joined the Order, as planned. And with good company like Abyss and Issie… he wouldn’t have fought to get out, like he had against Hunter. And if he didn’t get away from the bloodshed, he’d have adjusted to it.
That was something he never wanted to do.
“I’m mostly at the Mansion for the school. I don’t really know how serious I am about the go-go-team-human-savers thing, but I definitely wouldn’t fight you.” Return of the impish smile. “Except for fun.”
Baby blue eyes were half-challenging, and confident. Yep, he’d come a pretty long way from being Hunter’s cringing patsy.
~~“What can I say?” Calley grinned lop-sidedly. “All the Order ladies seem to want a piece of me, lately.”
“ You have no Idea. I might have to give you pictures of the rest of the ladies to make sure you don’t set any more order estrogen against your self.”
~~Grin“Are you Pluto?”
Matching Grin. “Calley I presume?”
**“It is a pleasure to meet you, face to face. Thank you for your offer to aid us in the fight against Antonescu.”
“the pleasure is ours, if there are any bits of him left that you want disposed of let me know, if you didn’t quarter him, then the job isn’t done.”
Pluto rolled his eyes next to mercury. “ He is not a vampire I am telling you if you staked the guy, he wouldn’t turn into dust, you’re theory is crackers.”
Mercury returned. “ dude, was drinking, blood from a coffee cup, I swear it!” It wasn’t blood it was wine, but it got Mercucry dangerously close to the truth.
~~“I think I need a cheat sheet,” “I’m going to buy you guys mismatched ties, or something. Or socks. Maybe monocles.”
Mars shook his head, “ It apparently is all in our attitude. Happy,” he pointed to Pluto “Grumpy.” He pointed to Jupiter. “Doc” he pointed to himself. “ bashful” he pointed to Saturn who even now was gravitating toward the back. “sleepy” he pointed to Venus “ if you take sleep to mean in a bed but not sleeping. “Sneezy…if you trade the sneezing for wanting to blow things up for no reason…” He pointed at Mars. “and dopey if you trade the dopey for welll….” This elicited a laugh from the others. He pointed to abyss. “No he is more bossy.”
~~“Hey, Abyss. You know, even with me being an X-Trainee, it’s not like I’m brainwashed, over anything. A lot of what they do is really… stupid. I know it. Believe me.,” “I’m mostly there because it’s a place to be. Even if Syn and Issie weren’t a little iffy about me, I don’t think I’m real Order material, do you?”
“Here we go.” Pluto chimmed.
“I think every mutant is Order material. The methods we use are extreme at times and psychotic at others, but we. I don’t view this as some day in day out thin, this is a war. If that registration act doesn’t show you, what the humans think of us, and what they would do then I don’t know what proof to give you. I don’t see the human’s feeling bad about caging apes. Human’s took the next evolutionary step and surpassed them and took the planet. It is nature. I think Mutants need to step up to their potential and take the world. If the humans recognize that for what it is and don’t put up a fight. Then they can stay, if they are going to try to cage our people, then no. They loose. If I ever want to have a kid in this world, it is going to be one that a mutant can walk into with out having to worry about being called a freak. The xmen have their angle. And I get it some days I consider it the better route. Earning respect is good coexsisting, I see the appeal, but demanding the respect and taking it. it is possible.
~~“I’m mostly at the Mansion for the school. I don’t really know how serious I am about the go-go-team-human-savers thing, but I definitely wouldn’t fight you.” “Except for fun.”
“I got cha Calley, no Hard feelings, we definitely can’t compete with the education unless you want the school of hardknocks…and you have spent more than your fair share there.” Abyss mused not even recognizing the challenge for what it was.
Jupiter however pounced on it. “ What did you just say, punk?” his voice was playful but it held an older brother’s edge that was questioning: Did you just hear our kid brother?
“bring it on little man I won’t hurt you if you say uncle. I suggest you gentlemen step back.” Jupiter rolled his neck.
Pluto and Mars immediately looked to Abyss to reel Jup in. He said only this as he began to give them some space. “ treat him like a foot with a gold fish, Calley, he could use the lesson.” Pluto and Mars and the rest all looked puzzled.
Hey Slate, if things go bad you powers could work on both of them right?
Calley just grinned at Abyss' speech. "Yeeeeah," he repeated, light-heartedly, "I don't think I'm really Order material. Not really X-y, either, but the missions get me out of classes sometimes." Which was, of course, a noble and just cause. Never mind that he was taking the classes of his own free will: he was a student, and it was the right--nay, the duty!--of students everywhere to crave snow days and getting yanked out of classes on daring spandex-clad missions.
>> “ What did you just say, punk? bring it on little man I won’t hurt you if you say uncle. I suggest you gentlemen step back.”
"Big words, Santa Claus." Calley rose to the occasion, crossing his arms lazily behind his head as he made a great show of sizing the clone--Grumpy, so... Jupiter!--up. And up. And up. Pffft. What was he, 6'8"? That was only a foot taller than the scrawny teenager. Calley gestured in mock dismissal of all others present, both pink and red. "Gentleman, you heard the man."
>> “ treat him like a foot with a gold fish, Calley, he could use the lesson.”
Calley grinned. Well, if he had Abyss' blessings... "One moment, if you please. I need to change into my battle suit." Battle suit. Riiiight. Calley shifted; suddenly, there was a small black kitten sitting on the shoulder the sparrow had preciously occupied, staring over at Jupiter with the unbelievably wide blue eyes. It jumped lightly down from the teenager's shoulder, landing with four soft-pawed feet spread on the boards of the pier. Its thin, furry tail was held high as a war banner. This was serious business.
Behind the confidentially posed kitten, Calley's Caleb Suit crumpled to the ground. "Mind looking after that for me, Slate?" The kitten mewled. "Wouldn't want to get my clothes dirty." Also, it would be inconvenient to find a way home if he tore his clothes to shreds, and it would be slightly awkward to run around naked in front of Abyss and the clones by changing out of them ahead of time.
With a this-is-what-I-have-to-put-up-with sigh, Slate dragged his brother's unconscious body to the ranks of the spectators. Its heart was beating, and its lungs breathing, but it made no other sign of consciousness. It's eyes were dully half-lidded; it blinked only on reflex.
The kitten walked on stiff legs towards Jupiter. Then, sitting at the clone's right foot imperiously, he turned those huge eyes up (and up, and up, and up). "Let's go, punk," the kitten meowed. And then, with a greatly elaborate show, it raised up a kitten-clawed paw to bat at Jupiter's foot.
If Jupiter stood there to watch the move, he would find that the kitten was now an electric eel already within range to start this fight off with the proper shock value.
If Jupiter was a smart boy, and ran from the wee little kitten's paws? Well, they'd go from there.
Yes, Slate answered Abyss' question with infinite patience. If the children break each other, I can indeed patch them up. Most of his life had been spent doing just that, in fact.
(active X isn't working for me at the moment, sooo I can't delete posts right now. if you want to kill the extra with your hist acount thats cool or if you want to wait til I do it thats cool.))
~~"Yeeeeah," "I don't think I'm really Order material. Not really X-y, either, but the missions get me out of classes sometimes."
Abyss nodded to Calley but kept his mouth shut, he wouldn’t press his views onto him, he wouldn’t press his views onto him, He wouldn’t press his views onto him.
Pluto grinned over Abyss’ shoulder than made a mock pouty face, and started waggling a finger around walking in circles, Mars smacked him lightly on the back of the head on the second round.
"Big words, Santa Claus."
Pluto Laughed as he called out. “ it can be rough on the naughty list Calley.”
~~"Mind looking after that for me, Slate?" "Wouldn't want to get my clothes dirty."
Pluto bent and helped Slate with the load, eyes fully on the epic battle at hand. He cringed at the kitten and whished he had a video camera, this would sell on you tube either way it went. Hopefully Jupiter kicked and didn’t stomp. Yeah, they were on a boardwalk, he would probably kick.
~~“Let's go, punk,"
“ I hope you are serious.” He glanced at Calley’s still breathing body and pulled his foot back like a kicker, going for the other end zone kick. At the last second he twisted his foot to hopefully punt the little bugger toward away from the ocean.
Good, the kids are going to need it I suspect .
Abyss rolled his eyes for Slate’s benefit at the two behind him, He honestly was routing for Calley, and he wouldn’t have let the fight take place before this if he hadn’t seen the show that he was privy to already. If Calley was working to his full potential and with the creativity the boy definitely had…well, the healing might need to go to Jupiter more than Calley.
The large foot did connect with the small kitten, and the small kitten did feel the connection where his small organs sat behind his small ribcage. And the connection did caress the opposite side of his rib cage, by association.
And the kitten did sail.
And sail.
And glide.
And the red hawk did circle back around, at a hefty distance overhead. Rather a bit early for whale drops, wasn't it? Never mind that he could practically feel Slate's disapproval radiating upwards; he, Abyss, and the other clones were rather close to the impact zone. And really, it wouldn't be fun to do the same move twice; particularly not in one of the rare battles where he could go all-out without any fear of his own mortal coil being shuffled. Calley had about twenty shifts to his credit, give or take, and he'd already used three before the fight even started: two during his 'demonstration', and one to change clothes. Hawk made four. Here came five. The hawk tucked its wings and dove, homing in on Jupiter's location.
Dove.
Dissolved.
Punt a kitten, punk? Expect a visit from his big brothers. Approximately thirty cats landed on Jupiter's location, pelts touching, four paws of agile claws fully extended to grab hold on impact and hissing mouths at the ready. That was enough cat to just about cover the big red man in a furious blanket of shrapnel scratches. Any that got separated from the main mass would have just enough intelligence to try and rejoin the attack, unless their injuries physically stopped them. They weren't exactly going to sit still for Jupiter's counters, either, and if they really had hit him, then his own muscle contractions through their paws would be their forecast of what his moves would be. If they hadn't hit him, that was where they were going, in a tidal surge of intelligent fur. As an unfortunate imp had learned, a cat cascade can be quite quick.