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?
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Predator smiled and drained his coffee cup. At $12.97 a cup, it was almost robbery, but he enjoyed just watching the people go by with a hot cup of joe in his hand and a newspaper in front of him. Not that he actually read it, as if he cared about whatever the humans were twittering about today. That particular thought led him to contemplate the weather. It was a dreary day, one of those particular New York types of rain that is just drizzle enough to get you damp, but not rain enough to have an excuse to stay indoors. His type of weather. The waitress saw that Predator's cup was empty, and came over to see if he would like a refill, at a modest price, of course.
"How about another cup, sir?"
"No. Leave now." Slightly miffed, she did.
Sighing, he figured it was time to leave before she called the cops for his robes being too orange, or something as ridiculous. He stood, twisting his neck first one way, then the other, feeling the crack as his bones relaxed. He left the newspaper where it was and walked straight out into the street, ignoring cars and other people alike. It helped that the light was red, and he made it to the center of Times Square without getting himself, or anyone else, killed or maimed. An accomplishment, to be sure. He turned a slow circle, observing the hustle and bustle of the New York residents, as well as the plodding excitement of the inevitable tourist or two.
A particular group of tourists caught his eye, as they seemed to be comprised mostly of schoolchildren. They all were wearing the same type of clothes, and a single adult was pointing to various points around Times Square and talking. Predator walked up to the group and began to push his way violently to the middle. When he got there, the attention of the twenty or so students was fully on him, and the chaperone petered off nervously. "And this is.. a... a..."
In the insuing pause, Predator pointed to himself and said, "This is a very pissed off mutant. One who is going to grind your faces into an acrid paste and then feast upon your decapitated carcasses while dancing on the bones of every dream you ever had." With every word, his stature grew, and his bone structure changed, stretchi the fabric of his robes until it tore to shreds, fingernails clacking on the hard ground, teeth gnashing in delight at the coming carnage. He didn't know what exactly had brought on the sudden fit of rage and desire for destruction, but he didn't bother to think on it while the students just stared at him in blind, paralyzing fear and panic. Finally, his transformation was done, and they still hadn't moved. The trance broke as he reached down and bit the head off of the chaperone, and one of the business people screamed, forestalling his planned roar. Oh well, you can't have everything, he thought as he squashed a child beneath his paw.
Little did Predator know, a special section of SWAT was being ousted from their meal, and armed in preperation for their hardest mission ever...
Isabel had decided to give herself another shot at spending some of her day in Times Square browsing through the shops and seeing if anything caught her eye. Her last visit had been anything but pleasant, so this time she'd even taken a moment to check the headlines of a paper she'd picked up at random, making sure there wasn't some huge event happening that would attract an equally huge crowd. Finding that the coast should be mostly clear on that particular day, she'd made her way to the Square to see if there was anything of interest that would hold her attention for a few hours.
She apparently didn't have to wait too long. She couldn't have been in the Square for more than an hour or two when she noticed the flow of people on the sidewalk quickly beginning to turn in one direction. Thankfully she didn't have any bags in her arms that would have gotten in the way of the moving bodies, or she could very well have been swept up in the mounting panic of those around her. What on earth was going on? And why wasn't she a part of it? Usually she was the one that god crowds turning and people screaming. She would have to amend the situation. If someone was enjoying her brand of fun, she would most certainly join in.
As she rounded a corner, she quickly came to a halt, her eyes going wide as she stared at the scene that was escalating a short way down the street. There was some stranger creature wreaking havoc on the humans around it. It looked sort of like a cross between a dragon and a dog. Slowly she blinked and relaxed her posture as she watched the creature ripping apart anyone coming into its immediate area of the street. She was probably more distressed by the creature than by the mess it was causing. She'd never seen anything like it before. A mutant was the most likely answer, and she certainly liked the way he was handling himself. She was one of the first mutants around to approve of violence toward humans.
However, it certainly didn't take long before the law got itself involved. She was only mildly surprised that it wasn't the regular run-of-the-mill cops that showed up, but instead the officers that aimed to take the beast down belonged to SWAT. She'd played with their kind before. For the most part they were nothing but police with their pick of a few pieces of better weaponry. They didn't hesitate to put it to use, either. Quickly most guns were aimed at the beast, while a few other officers worked at moving the crowd along, trying to get everyone away from the rampaging mutant and avoid losing as many lives as possible. That certainly wouldn't do.
Setting her armor in place beneath her skin, she casually strolled against the crowd, heading in the beast's general direction, but planning to remain out of it's reach just in case it was one of those mutants that didn't possess much self control and awareness when using their abilities. She'd rather not get her head bitten off if she could help it. Cupping her hands in front of her, a small mound of ivory colored sand bubbled up into her palms, none of it slipping through her fingers or over the side of her hands as was characteristic of normal sand.
It didn't take any extensive amount of time before she was spotted, her progress against the crowd as well as her somewhat colorful outfit causing her to stand out. She was fairly well known among those in law enforcement, her picture no doubt posted on all kinds of fliers in police stations and tucked away in computer files. There had been too many occasions to count when she'd gotten involved with the police, none of them ending well for New York's Finest. Her pace slowed to a halt and her expression turned to one of utmost innocence, with just a hint of childish curiosity as one officer trained his sights on her, one or two more keeping an eye on her as they opened fire on the other mutant along with the rest of their team.
"Something wrong officer?" she asked, blinking in a somewhat confused manner at the apprehensive look she received, thinking she may have seen his grip on the gun tightening, though she wasn't sure. "I just want to play. Want to see what I have?" she continued, slowly pushing her hands outward, the officer readjusting his gun in response, a silent command for her to cease her actions. He seemed to be speechless at the moment, most likely due to nerves. He seemed young. Perhaps he was new to the force. With her expressions suddenly being broken up by a wide grin, she tossed her handful of sand at the officer, the white grains easily coming into contact with him and a few of the officers behind him.
Her action of course received a reaction, the trigger on the young man's gun having been pulled with her sudden movement. A somewhat violent jerk was given back as a sharp pain spread across her chest. A spot of blood blossomed on her outfit soon after, the bullet having struck her just to the right of her heart, the armor beneath her skin preventing any deep penetration. Recovering from the shock of the impact she quickly moved forward, charging the young man as he tried to brush away the grains of bone that had stuck to him. Reaching out her hands to grab hold of the young man, her grin widened as contact was made and each little grain she touched exploded into a spike that thrust itself down into the human's body. Every movement of her hands and fingers found more grains and caused more spines to emerge, the officer soon looking more like a pincushion than a man.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on Apr 19, 2009 12:35:13 GMT -6
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Predator was having a grand ol' time, stomping and chomping and slashing anyone who came near to bits, and leaping to land in front of the fleeing crowd to turn them around and herd them to the center of the square. Just then a particular car caught his eye. A bright lime green 2007 Ford F-150. Maybe not his color, but Ford always did have sturdily built trucks. He trotted over to it and, aiming carefully, grabbed it with his jaws. Grunting a bit with the effort, he lifted it, and brought it over to where the people were running towards the center of the square. He smiled, then twisted his neck muscles hard and fast, releasing the car at the top of his swing, causing it to fly for about fifteen feet before slamming down into the center of the rushing crowd of people. They scattered, running in groups of two or three in all directions. Predator started after a group of particularly chubby business people, when a loud voice carried over the histeria. "Fire!" A couple of pinpricks sprouted on Predator's body as bullets slammed into him.
SWAT. Predator was flattered. They had sent a SWAT team just for little old him, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity for a little demonstration on why you need a bit more than Police officers with a donut ration to take him down. He turned to face the ten officers and commander. Half had rifles, the other half regulation pistols. "Fire!" Again, another round of ineffectual pinpricks. As he advanced on the SWAT team, slowly gaining speed for dramatic effect, he noticed a woman with a rather strange outfit advancing on the SWAT. She seemed to throw something at one of the officers, get shot without getting hurt much, then somehow cause spines to protrude througout his entire body. She seemed to be a mutant, and one of the inneccessarily violent and human-hating kind. His kind.
As he closed on the SWAT team, the officer's voice became a little more panicked. "Fire at will!"
The team opened fire, and Predator broke into a run. He skidded to a stop in the middle of the squad, sending two flying with broken necks and another crushed under his feet. Putting his head back to face the sky, Predator roared as loudly as he could, cracking the windows of the shops around the square in an earsplitting sound that reverbated up and down the streets.
Isabel's faux innocence had by this time completely melted away, the childish expression completely replaced by a malicious little grin. It was just too much fun toying with people, and once her agenda was laid out there really was no need to act like a good little girl any longer. And once that body that was now more bone than flesh crashed to the ground, there was no doubt in any of the other officer's minds about what she was up to and what they'd have to deal with. However, the giant dog-like creature seemed to continue commanding their attention. It was hard to keep her own concentration form being monopolized by the creature, especially when it started throwing vehicles and slowly making its way closer to the officers as it terrorized different groups of people. She was near the officers, and she most certainly didn't want to become a casualty due to a careless gesture on the beast's part. That was, of course, assuming that it would only be after the officers once it had the chance to see that she had the same goal in mind. There were some mutants in the world that didn't care who they killed, their own kind included.
Skirting around the mass of matter that had once been a human body, she once again made her way closer to the nearest officers, occasionally letting her gaze drift toward the rampaging mutant that continued to play with the crowds. She wanted to make sure she still had room to move without the risk of accidentally wandering within striking distance of the beast. With her attention still mainly on the few officers she casually approached, her grin widened upon seeing the small white grains clinging to a few spots on their outfits, her initial attack apparently having gotten decent distance. Once again moving as quickly as she was able, she worked to lay her hands on the nearest pair of individuals, the contact causing them to jerk back and attempt to put some distance between her and themselves, preferably so they could aim and fire their guns in her direction.
Unfortunately for them it only takes an instant's worth of contact with her own bones for her to be able to do as she wished. Whatever little grains her fingers had managed to brush against had quickly entered the skin, long, thin threads stretching from her hands to the officers' bodies as they pulled away. She smiled pleasantly at the young men as their looks trailed from her hands, up the white threads, and to the area on their bodies that they stuck to, a look of sick horror crossing each of their faces. Isabel thought one of them even looked to be turning a little green.
With a sudden downward jerk of her arms she pulled the strings taut, causing the officers to stumble a little before they reared back, trying to keep their balance and make use of their weapons at the same time. A few shots were fired, but the continued jerking of her arms helped to keep the majority from hitting her. There were a few more spots of blood spreading across her outfit, but she would have time to fuss over them later. They hurt like hell, of course, but she wouldn't let them know that. It tended to mess with peoples heads a little when their efforts seemed to be proving useless in getting them anywhere.
Growing somewhat weary of tugging the men around like marionettes, she quickly moved to dispose of them, the treads going slack in order to snake and loop around the pair of bodies before becoming taut once again, the pressure put on the officers' flesh slowly increasing until the strings cut through their outer armor and easily slipped through their flesh and bone, cutting them to ribbons. In an equally swift motion the strings reeled up into her fingers, returning to the bones there and merging with them.
It was about that time when Isabel noted the hulking mass of a mutant bounding toward the group of SWAT members. At the sight of the dog-like beast barreling toward the group of people she was tangled up in, she quickly moved to get herself to their outer edge, wanting to avoid the stomping feet and snapping jaws. The howl didn't exactly work to her advantage, either. A sound that loud was severely distracting, and when it was coming from such a large beast standing that close it was more than a little unnerving. For the time being she backed off her attacks and simply watched the mutant, waiting to see what it would do. Should any aggressive moves be made toward her she'd retaliate. However, if it proved to be too much of a challenge, she made sure she remained toward the outer edges of the crowd of officers so she could retreat if need be.
Posted by predator on Apr 20, 2009 17:30:22 GMT -6
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Predator looked around, turning in a small circle, and took stock of the situation.
SWAT team dismantled and disorganized, as well as many dead, some killed by other mutant, check.
Innocent human bystanders slaughtered from sheer boredom, check.
SWAT commander shouting into radio, check.
The- wait? Radio? Sounds like he's calling in the cavalry. Not like they could get a tank into manhatten in the next hour or anything, but if they sent helicopters Predator was pretty much screwed. Well, Predator thought, sighing a bit, I guess I'd better take care of that. The commander was standing just behind the mutant with the strange outfit, and she didn't seem to have noticed him yet. She might have been pre-occupied by the giant mobile carnage machine in front of her, but you never know. Either way, a little surprise wouldn't hurt her.
Predator turned to face the commander, who's shouting increased in pace as he saw Predator take notice, and leaped, pushing off in such a way that he would turn a half-circle in mid-air, landing just behind the commander and about five feet behind the mutant. Well, he miscalculated a bit and landed just on top of the commander, crushing him beneath his great paws.
As he landed, however, something cracked beneath his feet. The part of the square he was on was collapsing, falling down into the subway beneath. It had been built to withstand the weight of cars, but a giant lion-dog jumping around didn't do much for stability. He went down, taking ten feet of the square on either side with him.
A growl from a giant dog creature was one thing, but when that same giant dog creature decided to start leaping around within close proximity to her, Isabel was a little more than just weary of the beast. A thrill of panic swept through her as the mutant leaped up into the air, seemingly aiming to land somewhere in the area of concrete behind her. Reflexively she moved to put more distance between herself and the area where the landing took place. The crunch of the body being destroyed under the weight of one massive paw was nothing compared to the echoing cracks that the concrete created when it began to give way under the weight of the body that paw was attached to.
Her panic quickly escalated at the sight of the cracks in the up-heaving ground quickly spread her way, her feet moving in order to to try to avoid any splits that came too close. She did not need to be falling when there were four paws walking around that could tread on her. She already knew she couldn't avoid the latest incident in her involvement with the other mutant's fun. The damage was spreading way too fast and she didn't quite think she could outrun the ground, which she could already feel caving in, her arms spreading out to her sides and moving in tight circles in an attempt to help keep her balance as the asphalt tilted toward the massive dog.
A stomach dropping jerk downward was given by the ground as the feeble support wavered, kicking Isabel into action without much thought. Immediately spines started to sprout out of her skin, covering her body as she went on the defensive. She could see the remaining officers begin to fall and tumble toward the point that held the greatest amount of weight. Her own balance was getting harder to maintain. As the cracks of cement and groaning of hidden metal grew louder, the tips of the spines flattened and expanded out on all sides in a circular shape, one only stopping when it had met and meshed with another spreading spike. Before long she'd encased herself in a sort of shell, her eyes squeezed shut and her body attempting to curl in on itself as she felt the ground finally give away, her body falling with the debris.
It seemed like ages before her head stopped spinning and she felt like she'd stopped moving and things had ceased to crash against her outer armor. Briefly she wondered how far she'd fallen and how deeply she'd been buried. Would she be able to get herself out without being crushed by whatever was around her? It was a likely possibility, but she wasn't about to sit there until either a team came to dig for any survivors, or she perished. She wasn't too fond of either option, though the latter was by far the worse of the two.
Carefully opening a small crack in the armor, her eyes once again squeezed shut as a stream of dirt and small rocks filtered in. She opened them once again when the sound of falling dirt slowed to a trickle. Judging from the direction it fell, it seemed as if she was nearly upside down. It figured. Taking a breath and mentally preparing herself for her attempt at breaking the surface of the mess, she paused only a few moments before setting into action.
Rather than creating any more cracks in her protective outer shell, she instead extended a few tapered arm-like spines from the outside of it, setting some of them into action like a set of drills, while others worked to right her position and move her along while the drilling ones broke up the debris around her. Carefully she curled herself tighter, bringing the armor along with her in order to decrease the amount of bulk she'd need to move.
It took a shorter amount of time to move than she'd expected, her own body apparently having landed on more objects than had landed on her. Once dirt had completely ceased to filter through the crack in her armor, and it was no longer pitch black, she retracted the moving arms and carefully broke down the shell, keeping only the layer of armor beneath her skin. Taking a look around, she noted that she seemed to be in what was left of a subway station, the crash thankfully not having occurred within an enclosed tunnel. The next train in would be experiencing an unpleasant stop.
Cautiously climbing toward the bottom of the pile that consisted of chunks of asphalt, ruined metal piping and broken bodies, she made her way toward one of the least ruined bits of the train platform that she could see. "Way to go, Dog," she commented, not entirely expecting the beast to hear her from wherever it was under the pile of broken street and subway bits. She thought the could see a tuft of fur sticking out here or there, but it was difficult to tell in the failing light. Most of the electrical wiring had been brought down as well, and only a few overhead lights seemed to be getting just enough juice that they didn't die out completely. "I'm so blaming you for everything if I get in trouble."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Predator was almost completely buried by the falling debris that occured from the hole, with only his left-front paw and left ear sticking out of the rubble. He felt cuts on many parts of his body that were bleeding, and the gun wounds were starting to give some blood too. He lay there for a minute or two, getting his bearings, trying to build a mental image of what had happened. However, a voice chimed into his ear, disrupting his thoughts.
"I'm so blaming you for everything if I get in trouble."
It was the other mutant, the one who had taken down two of the SWAT officers. Apparently she had not escaped falling, but it didn't sound like she was injured. After a second's thought, Predator decided it was time to see her face to face, have a nice conversation. It wasn't often that Predator met other mutants, especially not ones that shared his love of carnage, so he felt that a proper introduction was in order. Or, would be, once they both got out of the stinking hole. So thinking, Predator tensed his muscles and heaved upwards, pushing the debris off of him and standing upright, facing the other mutant. He lowered his head to look her in the eyes, then indicated the surface with a movement of his head.
Hopefully she wouldn't have a particularly violent reaction to that.
Isabel had busied herself with irritably brushing off the dirt and dust that had settled over her outfit from the mound of debris as it settled when the pile suddenly began shifting again. Nervously she pressed a little closer to the nearest wall, trying to avoid as much tumbling rocks, metal and bits of street as she could. A giant dog thing made for much displaced debris.
Warily she watched as the mutant wriggled his way out from under the mess he had made, thankful that he didn't decide to shake in order to rid himself of anything stuck in his fur. It was bad enough the junk he was under was spreading and tumbling further down into the surrounding area, occasionally causing her to shift her feet to avoid having them covered or crushed by anything heavy. She might have to kill him if any part of her got crushed.
Uneasily she let her attention focus on the massive head that turned in her direction, her body falling still as the creature's gaze sought out her own and a jerk of the head was given shortly after. Distractedly her own gaze turned skyward, seeking out the meaning behind the gesture. "The street?" she inquired, looking back toward the mutant at her side. She assumed that's what he'd meant. She'd very much like to get out of the subway and back above ground.
"I think the street is a good idea, though there could be more cops on the way," she continued, debating whether she was up for another round of tag after her fall. "I can get up there, but it might take a while. I don't know if you plan on sticking around or not, but if you do you might have to wait a minute while I make my way up there." She didn't think there was enough of an air current for her to take advantage of with her wings, as thus far she could only glide with them. It was more practical to utilize her spidery bone appendages and climb her way to the top of the hole, just as long as she could avoid causing any further caving in of the now unstable structure.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on May 21, 2009 17:00:36 GMT -6
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"The street? I think the street is a good idea, though there could be more cops on the way." Though the mutant didn't seem very disturbed at the thought of more carnage, Predator felt the need to emphasize his similar lack of concern. He did so with a loud snort, shaking his head a little from side to side.
"I can get up there, but it might take a while. I don't know if you plan on sticking around or not, but if you do you might have to wait a minute while I make my way up there."
Predator thought about that. It would take but a second for him to jump out of the hole, but it could take a minute for the other mutant to make it out. While she was working her way up, Predator would be completely alone. She would get little to no action, and Predator had a feeling that she would resent that. In order to solve that, Predator extended his paw, pads up. Hopefully she would understand that Predator was offering to lift her, and wouldn't react badly.
The loud snort that issued from the great beast easily brought her attention away from the street above and back down to ground level, the loose dust covering the fallen debris easily disturbed by the gust of air. She would have to dust herself off again once she got herself out of the hole. The shaking of the beast's head didn't help the dusty situation much either, more of the substance displaced from its fur as a result of the action. Nevermind dusting herself off. She'd need to take a shower once she'd gotten herself back to the Sanctuary.
The mutant's next action was a little less clear than those that had preceded it. She wasn't entirely sure what her response to the action was supposed to be, and since the creature currently didn't seem to have an vocal chords capable of supporting human speech, a more elaborate explanation would likely be out of the question. However, rather than simply standing there she hesitantly moved to place herself closer to the large canine, readying herself for whatever might come next. An open hand, or paw in this case, was often an invitation to move closer or to take that hand for a following action. She assumed the beast would initiate whatever plans were forming in his mind.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on May 26, 2009 19:23:03 GMT -6
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The mutant didn't seem to understand what Predator was offering. Thinking for a second, Predator decided that it didn't particularly matter. She seemed capable of finding her own way up, and might even feel insulted that he had offered. Mutants were a touchy lot, after all. So decided, Predator retracted his paw and shook his head in a 'never mind' gesture. Then he gathered his muscles and leaped up to street level.
Immediately a storm of bullets slammed into his side, from the barricaded men to his right. Apparently they had used the time that Predator was underground to fortify some defences. Too bad that they wouldn't stop him. Bad for them, that is. Roaring from the pain that the various gunshot wounds on his body were causing, Predator sprinted into the barricades, shattering wood and sending troops flying.
A sudden change of mind was quickly made clear as the beast once again shook it's large head and placed its paw back on the ground. Quickly Isabel skipped back a few steps at the sudden movement, not wanting to be caught by any misplaced body part as it shifted. Irritably she brushed her hands over the front of her outfit again, as if she expected it would rid her of any dust and dirt that had settled over the fabric. Fine, she could deal with the change of plans. Whatever those plans had been.
She stood where she was and simply watched for a moment as the beast made it's exit, the almost immediate gunfire that followed signaling that more cops had indeed arrived at the scene and were no longer worried about holding fire. It took another moment, but soon she'd created the six spider-based limbs that she planned to use in her escape, three on each side and all originating from her ribs. Lifting herself up so that her body was supported solely by the bones, she carefully proceeded to climb her way to the top of the hole. Loose gravel and pipes made for tricky climbing, the difficulty in finding footholds strong enough to support her increased beyond the usual amount. She was not afraid of any damage that a fall would cause, it would just be more of an inconvenience.
The large body throwing itself at the police barricade provided some nice cover and distraction for her emergence. While it was unlikely their weapons would be capable of killing her with any kind of ease, she liked her skin to have as few bullet holes in it as she could manage. Stitching affected clothing was easy. A trip to the Infirmary was a hassle. As she righted herself, she wondered how much damage the large dog could handle, his blood already coloring the pavement in generous amounts. If too much fire power continued, she'd have to find a way to convince the beast to retreat. She assumed it would be far easier to slip away on her own, but she couldn't bring herself to leave a mutant behind and in danger if she could do something about it.
Rather than retracting the spidery limbs that she'd created, she decided instead that they may have more potential in an assault. Not only against the officers, but also in providing a slightly quicker pace in avoiding a certain rampaging beast. Carefully she reinforced the layer of armor that lay beneath her skin and almost casually strode toward the officers on her six new legs, the strides much wider than her real legs, allowing her to move with a little more speed even at a sauntering pace. She made sure to give the dog a wide berth, still wanting to remain out of reach of its claws and teeth.
Rapidly she regained her grin as she stepped among the officers, her steps becoming a little more rapid and less carefully placed as she aimed to trample anyone that got in her way, the tips of each leg acting as a sort of spear that sliced through padding, skin and muscle with relative ease. "You better get this out of your system soon, Fido," she called, dropping strings from her fingertips and proceeding to slice through stray limbs with them, continuing on the spider-themed mod of attack. "I'm not sticking around for too much longer, and when I leave I'm taking you with me."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
After a minute or so of reassuring, but painful, destruction, a sound carried over the din of the battle.
"You better get this out of your system soon, Fido, I'm not sticking around for too much longer, and when I leave I'm taking you with me."
Predator hurruphed, the dog equivalent of a sigh. He was planning on leaving soon anyway, but he didn't parrticularly appreciate being ordered around like a common housedog. He then decided that he didn't care, and absentmindedly gutted a policeman. A few more minutes, he thought, then it really will be time to leave. He swiped the heads off of a few SWAT, just to see which directions they rolled in, then stomped the spine out of another.
He looked over to the mutant, who was dealing with the humans in her own peculiar mode of attack, and figured she could take care of herself. He then returned his attention to the fight, surprised that there had been no bullets thudding into his body since he had finished his charge. As he looked through his shattered trail, he saw why.
The SWAT were setting up a long tube, with a conical thing at the end. A RPG. A freaking RPG! It was definately time to leave, and Predator did so, pausing only to roar at the mutant as he passed. A moment later, a noise roared at his head, and he ducked as low to the ground as he could. The RPG flew just over Predator's head, and he knew that they wouldn't miss a second time.
Isabel didn't miss the disapproving sound that was given off by the creature in response to her statement. She paid little mind to the unhappy tone of the noise, her attention still more focused on the humans at her feet. She'd figure out a way to usher the beast away from the fight when she felt it really was time to go. She didn't suspect it would be easy, but he had to be getting at least a little tired by that point, particularly when losing blood like he was. Her own muscles were starting to fatigue, the minor wounds aching a little more as strain continued to be applied. It was likely a trip to the Infirmary would be in order, even if it was for a minor patch job.
While the beast went back to his mutilations, she decided she wanted a few more toys to bring back to the Sanctuary. Rapidly she lowered herself to the ground, standing on her own two feet. Just as quickly she brought up the three legs of bone from one side and flattened them, extending either side of each leg until it met with the side of another one, the seams disappearing as they melded together into a makeshift shield that would guard her on one side, catching any bullets that came her way.
Surveying the few bodies that lay on the ground on the inner side of the shield and around behind her, she went about gathering whatever caught her eye. There was of course a limit to what she could carry, so she was picky to an extent. Humming a nameless tune to herself, she casually cut away a patch of cloth from one woman's vest, thinking the bold S.W.A.T. letters would look nice when tacked to her wall. Just as calmly she went through the pockets of the other corpses. A pair of handcuffs found their way into one of her own pockets, as did a small ring of keys and a can of pepper spray. The last thing she decided upon was an ear piece and a radio, which she placed against her upper arm. A strip of bone quickly wrapped itself across the radio, securing it in place.
The sudden roar caused her head to snap back up and around as she looked for the cause of it. The sight of the beast bounding off was a bit of a surprise. However, the closely following RPG round quickly cleared up any confusion. It looked as if that would be her cue to leave as well. Quickly she melded the remaining three bone legs together as she had with the first set, reshaping them to a rough wing-like forms. The rest of her bones hollowed out as much as possible, the remaining bits easily strengthened so as not to break under the weight of her body and the strain the wings would put on them. She'd never be able to keep up with the beast on foot.
Taking off into a run, she worked to catch the wind, the wings shifting their angles continuously until she felt a small lift, at which point they froze and worked to maintain that lift until she was able to get her feet off the ground, the bones falling back into motion to gain a sharper angle and lift her body even more. For the most part she figured she just needed to become a more difficult target for the team to keep in their sights. She could stand up to bullets well enough, but an RPG was most likely out of her league. The giant dog was another matter, however. He was a much larger target, and therefore would most likely be the one they would aim for. She needed to get them out of sight so they could have a chance to make an escape.
A side street was likely their best bet at the moment until the team started to move themselves. It wasn't likely they'd be able to catch up on foot, but their vehicles could prove to be a problem. Isabel worked to get herself closer to the beast as he retreated, lowering herself closer to the ground just enough to line up with the animal's shoulder. With the approach of another street off to the side, she quickly shifted the angle of her wings and moved to barrel into the animal's side, aiming to force him in the direction of that street. She wanted to get out of sight, even if for only a moment. He main reason was to perform a disappearing act, though that was quickly pushed back in favor of the repercussions of her previous maneuver.
Slamming her body into the side of the beast didn't exactly help her stay airborne, particularly because one wing was required to fold itself in to prevent any injury from happening to the animal. One wing was not enough to keep up her gliding, and the second could not snap back out quite quick enough to save herself, resulting in a crash landing and an ungraceful tumble for another few feet. Needless to say she had a number of additional cuts and scrapes due to the fall, the gliding implements doing little to aid her in that particular circumstance.
As quickly as she could manage she scrambled back to her feet, doing her best to ignore the sharp stinging that crawled across her injured flesh. Even if she had not succeeded in coaxing the beast into doing as she wanted, her own escape was slowly taking priority over his. She would duck into the side street herself and make use of the various alleyways and additional streets to make her way back to the Sanctuary. This time she may stay on her own two feet, though if speed became an issue once more the spider-like legs would be her next plan of action. She'd had enough of gliding for one day.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on May 29, 2009 22:31:19 GMT -6
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A moment after Predator had alerted the other mutant to the prescense of an RPG, he looked back to see her with wings, gliding swiftly next to him. After a few seconds, she barrelled into Predator, obviously trying to show him that they should head into a side street. Unfortunately for her, the impact seemed to knock her to the ground. Though she retracted her wings quickly and scampered to her feet, luck was not on her side, it seemed. As she was getting up, the SWAT team saw only one target left, as Predator had pounded into the side street indicated by the mutant.
They changed their aim, and released a grenade, sending it heading straight for the mutant's back at lightning speed. Though it was obvious that bullets did little to harm her, an RPG was likely a different story, given the way she hightailed outta there as soon as she caught sight of it. With a split second decision, Predator had to act.
He leaped out of the side street and landed in front of the mutant, heroicly sheilding her from the incoming RPG. As it zoomed towards Predator, his eyes narrowed, and he focused completely on the RPG. As it got closer, when Predator judged it to be just the right moment, he swatted at the grenade, hoping to bat it aside and save them both any injury.
He missed.
The RPG slammed ito Predator's side, detonating on impact and opening a large, gaping hole in his side. The wound was about three feet in diameter, and had blasted through layers of skin and muscle. It was obvious that many ribs were broken, and the wound itself began to bleed heavily. Predator roared in pain, struggling to hold on to conciousness, blackness encroaching on the edges of his vision. He limped away, into the side alley, and immediately transformed back into human form.
When he was done, the bullets still in him clatttered to the ground, the wounds mere pinpricks. The RPG wound, however, was about a foot wide, and still bleeding. Predator stumbled a few more steps, but then his legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground. Still not willing to give up, he began to drag himself forwards by his arms, but soon darkness covered his vision, and he passed out.
