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.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 1, 2009 14:04:27 GMT -6
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The New York Stock Exchange trading floor was one of the busiest and loudest places in New York City. Voices yelled out the latest number while others looked at computer and jabbered away on telephones. Advice was given and then accepted or rejected. Millions were made and lost in a matter of moments as the market fluxuated because of public oppinion.
Near one of the doors leading into the NYSE was a somewhat strange looking man but with this being New York that wasn't really to out of place. Dressed in trench coat and fedora the man's blue eyes looked out over the sea of people with obvious interest. A specialist in his field he had been hired to disrupt the NYSE in order to disguise some trades of... questionable legality that would soon be taking place. At his feet was a box containing the tools he would need to create what he felt would be his finest work ever. The large clock above the stock floor slowly ticked down until finally the momentous event began!
"Opening Night!" The man suddenly yelled as he stripped off his trench coat and fedora to reveal his bright red hair along with black unitard, pink leg warmers, and baby blue wrist bands. While for the most part everyone ignored him, those close by turned to look at him questioningly. What kind of freak could this be?
In moments the man had his box open to reveal a battery powered boom box that he immediately carried over to set on a nearby desk. Pushing a button, the sound of music suddenly roared through the room momentarily silencing all other sounds.
"Welcome to this afternoon's performance of Broadway on Wall Street!" The man yelled out above the music, "I am private dancer and all of you are the cast for this latest production. So lets get out there and give the people what they want!"
***
Ever since a certain red haired beauty had been able to begin to free up more time in the evening after work, Wraith had begun to run his patrols earlier than usual. Sure he still sprinkled in the normal night time action but occasionally he also threw in some afternoon runs just to keep the gangs honest. Today was one of those days. The only problem with patroling in the afternoon was the fact that it was much more difficult to hide in the shadows. Today Wraith had opted for using his motorcycle so that he could meld in with traffic better, instead of trying to hide in the sparse shadows of the New York afternoon.
"Attention all units. we've got some strange calls about the New York Stock Exchange. There are... uh... reports of uncontrolled dancing on the trading floor."
For a moment Wraith just raised an eyebrow beneath his mask but then he gunned the accelerator on his motorcycle and shot forward. "THIS, I have got to see."
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 2, 2009 1:07:44 GMT -6
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Taking the hand of a police officer and helping him on to the stretcher with a few of the paramedics Sam smiled through his ice armor and said, “I’ll stop by when I can to see how your doing Officer Jenson!” despite the situation it was Sam that should have been where the officer was, if it wasn’t for the bank robber trying to silence the officer who was warning Sam a bullet would have made an attempt to pierce the back of Sam’s ice armor leading to his skull. Sure it wouldn’t have killed him seeing as his new armor added a thicker ice to the head seeing as Sam Johnson was noted as an ice manipulator on national television.
The new armor instead of going flat around his skull and forming to his clothes Sam deemed it necessary to ice over the hairs and make the ears a tad more pointer than his normal human form, the hair the ears and the pair of upward curving spikes that protruded his armor on his back gave him a new enough look so the media wouldn’t get himself and his new super hero persona mixed up.
Sam Johnson was no longer Sam Johnson in this armor he was now… well that was part of the problem he didn’t exactly have a new name to go by and he certainly wasn’t going to use his X-man name but as of now he was bouncing between Jack Frost and Rime and Gelid so far Sam’s favorite was Jack Frost mainly because in the kid shows.
“Frost!” called another officer as Sam’s attention was drawn to the name he was thinking of, “Yeah?” Sam asked curiously as he viewed the officers face sure that the face was of confusion Sam listened as the officer continued, “Get down to the New York Stock Exchange something strange is going down…” with a wave of the lead officers hands the other officers hopped in their car and made their way to what he could assume was the right direction. To bad for the police they had to deal with traffic.
Jumping into the air and creating a slide Sam propelled himself over the streets of New York as he made his what to the Stock exchange to see what was going on and what he needed to stop it and to see why the officer had such a confused look on his face.
'It won't be too long to get to the spot,' Flynn thought to himself as he walked around the corner. The guy he had 'detained' at the subway station had mentioned a certain cop that worked for The Russian terrorist he and Ranger had almost stopped. It was a good chance that this dirty cop might know something. His beat was just outside of Wall Street, which according to the directions was just down from Shin Ju Sushi at 164 Pearl Street.
Supposedly the cop liked to get a little Japanese cuisine which suited Flynn just fine. He sauntered into the small establishment. The blue, red, and yellow neon sushi chef on the outside window was quite the sight; bu he had nothing on the one Japanese man behind the counter. He was the spitting image of The cook from Iron Chef, Morita, albeit a bit younger, and a whole load thinner. He strode over to the stool in front of the small bar and sat down.
Barely making out the man's asking for his order; Flynn said, "Sake, and whatever you think the best to eat." Flynn loved all types of Sushi but he could barley tell some of them apart from each other, so he always let the chef decide. It made for a good rapport. The man behind the counter produced a ceramic sake container, stark white an a little red glass made from the same. As the sushi chef went to work Flynn drained three quick glasses of the warm, rice-based liquor.
By the time he had finished two bottles of Sake, a Wasabi Lobster Roll and an order of Sashmi, He heard a commotion out on the street. He turned around and hopped out of his seat. Peering out the window he saw people looking up into the air. He followed the view of a small child on the other side of the street as he pointed at the sky while tugging on his mother's skirt. He saw what looked like a solid sheet of ice, curving between the buildings u above, and an individual seemed to be making the ice as he slid along it.
His plans to follow the cop gone from his head in an instant, Flynn turned back nd pulled out his wallet. Placing thirty bucks on the counter, Flynn smiled t the chef, waved goodbye and ran out the door. He didn't want to lose the figure that was now a good forty yards ahead and moving quickly toward Wall Street. He figured he could follow the melting remnants of the ice slide if he got too far behind and so he darted int an alley and made his change to HYDE
Coming back out invisibly, the super hero made his way quickly down he street, hopping onto the back of a produce truck making it's way in the same direction at a decent pace.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 3, 2009 20:41:08 GMT -6
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Wraith stood silently at the door just outside the trading room floor and slowly shook his head in complete amazement. What was meant to be a place of serious business had been turned into perhaps the biggest musical of all time. People dressed in casual slacks, formal dress jackets, loose ties, or no ties were all dancing around together in perfect synchronization while music filled the room from a portable boom box.
"We are family I got all my sisters with me We are family Get up ev'rybody and sing"
Finally tearing his attention from the rest of the crowd, Wraith's sonar swept out through the building until he finally found the one person that didn't seem to just be following along with everyone else.
"With feeling! I need more feeling! We're family here! Humans! Mutants! Family! See what we can achieve when we work together! Performance excellence!" The man yelled with heartfelt emotion as he walked through the swirling dancers, "This is a show that the world will not soon forget!"
He needed to do something but at the same time Wraith held back. Obviously the man had been able to force all of these people to do what he wanted and there was no way he could think that he would be immune. That meant his only chance was to attack the man before he saw him.
Now that a game plan had been decided it was time to take action. Slipping through the door when the lunatic was busy talking to his dancers, Wraith moved inside and immediately darted behind some of the tables before running toward a nearby wall and grabbing onto a monitor mount that allowed him to climb up to one of the many balconies that looked over the trading floor.
"Art is more important than money! It's more important than ANYTHING! The world has to accept that as fact!"
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 4, 2009 23:06:04 GMT -6
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As he approached the front of the building Sam landed near the high window softly using his mutation over ice to hang onto the wall. Looking through an open window Sam couldn't help but laugh and be afraid at the same time. Sure to see so many people dance at once was cool but in an almost unnatural way creped Sam out. It was obvious that someone was controlling them from where he was he could see who. The song that was being played made him laugh as he slides down the entrance wall towards the ground floor. Looking around for the police Sam didn’t see much yet other than the far off sirens that promised the possible back up if it was needed. Opening the front door Sam waltzed right in watching and listening to all of the choreographed chaos.
"With feeling! I need more feeling! We're family here! Humans! Mutants! Family! See what we can achieve when we work together! Performance excellence!" "This is a show that the world will not soon forget!"
Blinking through his ice armor Sam couldn’t help but laugh at what was the source of the voice. A flamboyant man wearing a black unitard with pink leg warmers and baby blue wristbands was leading the group and cheering the dancers on. “You got to be kidding me!” Sam laughed out loud hardly able to contain himself as he walked closer to the man in the unitard. He didn’t make an attempt to stop the man or make his presences exactly known but he was there and the room would defiantly be colder than before with him there.
"Art is more important than money! It's more important than ANYTHING! The world has to accept that as fact!"
“Really?” Sam asked now close enough to the man as he revealed his plan, “Your doing all this for art?” Sam asked seriously, “So you don’t want money or the world… you just want to dance…” putting his hand on his forehead and laughing slightly Sam said, “I’m sorry but you have to be the worst villain I have ever seen in my life…what is your name anyways?” Sam asked curiously as his eyes darted around looking at the leaders puppets hoping if he really upset them the puppet master would reveal something that would cause his down fall.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 5, 2009 8:42:48 GMT -6
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(OOC: Flynn's post skipped this round at his request)
IC: The maniac spun around to face the ice covered man that had just walked in. Inwardly Wraith cursed as he watched his friend enter the situation apparently without worrying or careing about how the man was pulling off this particular off-broadway production.
"I am Private Dancer!" The man responded with CS somewhat haughtily as he turned to face the other man, "And you sir are interupting our performance!"
As Private Dancer began to raise a hand toward CS, Wraith sprung into action. Leaping from his perch he grabbed onto one of the hanging monitors and propelling himself toward the rainbow dressed man. His feet were aimed toward the back of the man's head and this one move might have wrapped up the battle if only the monitor had been meant to handle a person's weight.
Suddenly the monitor broke free and Wraith found himself in a tumble. Shoving the heavy weight aside, he crashed to the ground and rolled for a few feet before slamming into a desk and coming to a sudden stop.
"And now we have yet another party crasher." The voice rang out as Wraith lay their dazed. Suddenly his muscles began to move of their own volitation and the masked man found himself leaping to his feet and going into a piroiette and blended perfectly with the music that had just begun to boom out from the box.
"No... I'm afraid in that kind of costuming you're just not going to make the grade."
"Ah hell... if I have to dance could I at least have some decent music?" Wraith thought to himself as he lost sight of CS due to his spinning. "What's next?" Without warning that question was answered. Suddenly several of the nearby dancers moved closer, kicking out with perfectly choreographed kicks that all happened to land on Wraith's body. The pain shot through his chest and back but he was unable to fall. He was unable to even flinch. All he could do was continue dancing and prancing as the other dancers began to pound him over and over again.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 7, 2009 22:20:18 GMT -6
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The man who was the puppet master seemed rather upset that Sam had shown himself rather easily, the fact that Sam was also laughing in his face wasn’t any better. As the puppet master revealed his name Sam couldn’t help but laugh more, “You're a dancer for money? Do you do what I want you to do?” Sam joked as laughter broke up his sentences. He couldn’t believe that there was a guy in the world as weird and as harmless as ‘Private Dancer’ thinking to him self Sam guessed it would only take a few minutes to stop the Dancer and his puppets before someone could actually get hurt.
It only took a few seconds to see what was coming next and if it weren’t for him not needing to blink at the time he would have missed Luke in his Wraith suit jumping from and then falling to the ground in a tumble. It was either planned or wasn’t regardless Sam was now in a delma seeing as the puppet master was now controlling Luke. As the music progressed Sam had one question, “What is a ziggazagah?” he voiced aloud as he watched a few of the people being controlled by Private Dancer, dance their way over to Wraith and places kicks in the fellow costume hero’s side.
Watching as Luke continued to dance Sam couldn’t help but think this overall situation was hilarious despite his friend getting kicked he was still dancing and he could never picture Luke moving the way he was, “I take it you're pulling the strings!” Sam said cheesely as he ran to Private Dancer throwing a roundhouse kick to Private Dancers front leg but missing by a mile as Private Dancer went into a pirouette and jumped kicking out his feet in the process hitting Sam’s iced over forehead in the process.
Trying again this time a hook punch to the chest Private Dancer stepped in and turned avoiding almost all the power that Sam had thrown at him, raising his fist and still turning Sam felt a hard object at the side of his head as he was thrown of guard by something heavy, turns out Dancers can throw things… turning his attention to Private Dancer after he was hit in the head by what looked like a stapler Sam realized that Private Dancer took the distraction to an advantage and increased the distance between Sam and his self.
Frowning slightly which could not be seen behind his ice armor Sam looked to Luke and asked, “Are you alright Wraith?” just then his attention was drawn back to private Dancer as he started to dance and the puppets around him started to copy his movements as they crouched low and started to do the group snap as they closed in on Sam. “You got to be kidding me…” Sam muttered.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 8, 2009 7:27:29 GMT -6
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The hits kept coming and as much as Wraith tried to avoid them, it was useless. He was now under that Mad Hatter's spell and there would be no leaving this tea party until the spell was broken.
"Just wonderful!" Wraith called back in between quiet grunts of pain, "Mind wrapping up this guy so I can come over and beat the tar out of him?!"
He couldn't believe he had been stupid enough to just leap to Sam's rescue before he was completely sure that Sam was even in trouble. Obviously he needed to work on his whole hero mentality to better understand who needed help and who didn't.
Gritting his teeth, Wraith continued to try and fight against the power that was controling him but to no avail. It was as though his brain had been momentarily been disconnected from everything below his neck. He could control his breathing and speech but other than that he seemed to be helpless.
"Someone take that idiot out!" Wraith yelled as yet another couple of punches and kicks found their places on his back. This had to be one of the most embarassing days of his crime fighting career.
The shot rang out. The bullet embedding itself into Private Dancer's boom box. Hyde turned back invisible and stood back up. 'I hate that song,' Hyde thought to himself with an inward chuckle. 'I hope that helps wraith and that ice guy. If I get seen it's possible the guy might be some sort of puppet master and make me move to his own tune.'
Deciding to stay hidden for now, Hyde looked over and saw the evildoer move over to his busted, spark spitting Jam box. As he placed a hand on it, the cassette inside started coughing out ribbons of magnetic tape at Private Dancer. Waving the Gray substance from his view, The bad guy screamed out in rage, trying to find the person who fired the bullet.
With no one handy holding a gun, Private dancer had little else he could think to do. He focused his attention on Cold Steel and Wraith. He reached down and adjusted his leg warmers. His eyes nearly in tears at the loss of his favorite cassette, He pulls out a Mic on a cord and starts swinging it around like it was a weapon from the dark ages as he advanced toward the pair.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 9, 2009 12:18:00 GMT -6
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Frowning at the approaching dance line enclosed around him still snapping their fingers in unison Sam slowly backed up and frowned more in Luke’s direction, “It’s on my to do list!” turning his attention to private Dancer by his evil boom box with bad music Sam decided what was the best way to advance and stop him. Winter wonderland would do it but that always left him exhausted and he wasn’t sure if the puppet master could control him while he was using his powers if so it would be very dangerous for a lot of people…
As a loud fire rang out Sam looked down to the boom box, which now contained a large hole that didn’t belong, “I would like to take credit for that!” Sam said having no idea where the shot came from. With all the chaos that was the dancing businessman and the crappy music the bullet could have come from anywhere. It was like the magic bullet that appeared out of nowhere just to assassinate the boom box! Sam had given up on finding the source seeing that both he and Luke were fine and decided to turn his attention back to Private Dancer who was no longer mourning the loss of his jam box but rather already making his way over to a large desk in the center of the room.
“Oh cleaver but you see,” Sam watched as Dancer did a flip onto the counter and then pulled out an Ipod and then did a flip backwards landing on his feet next to a conveniently placed headphone jack, “I always have a back up plan this gives us a little more variety!” as he plugged in the device music started to pour out of the speakers of the entire building, “Now!” said Private Dancer as he jumped up on the desk doing the moonwalk as he waved over to Sam and continued to dance challenging the ice man to a fight or a dance off… Sam couldn’t tell which one.
Slightly confused Sam charged through the oncoming crowd first jumping into the air dodging the first punch and hopping off one person to the next knocking them down in the process. Five people later Sam found himself in the air aiming a punch straight into Dancers face, however much to Sam’s dismay Dancer simple turned and then spin kicked Sam after dodging the punch to the face. “Hold still!” Sam said as he threw another flurry of punches of kicks only landing a few and hardly any power behind then for Dancer just turned so they would glance off his sides.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 10, 2009 5:57:20 GMT -6
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Wraith was getting really sick of this whole "get beat up while you are forced to dance" thing but when the loud shot rang out it seemed like Private Dancer momentarily lost his concentration. Suddenly Wraith had recovered muscle control which while it meant he could fight back, also meant that as the next kick landed on his chest he actually fell backward, landing rather heavily on the ground. Swearing under his breath Wraith moved back up to his feet, ignoring the protesting muscles and bruises that screamed at him to retreat. Never in his crime fighting life had he allowed himself to be beaten like this and that meant that the culprits were going to have to pay.
Lashing out with powerful punches and kicked, Wraith connected with head after head, sending various dancers to the floor. While they obviously didn't deserve a beating since they were not in control of their own actions, he did have to at least render them unconscious. As he fought, Wraith's sonar continued to sweep the room and suddenly he noticed something. It was a shadowy figure that he really couldn't make out full details on, but it was still a figure he recognized. He'd only seen it one time before and it made sense that his ability would fit in with what had just happened.
"Hyde." He murmured to himself as he ducked under a wild punch and then came up in a powerful uppercut that leveled a slightly overweight corporate executive that had just come at him. Suddenly music once again filled the room and Wraith once again turned his attention back to CS and PD. The two men were facing off and even though CS was delivering far more punches and kicks than his crazy opponent, it really did look like PD was getting the better of the match.
As his addrenaline picked up, the frequency on his sonar changed. Immediately focusing it on CS & PD, Wraith blasted the two of them with the sound waves that he knew would start producing ghostly shadows and images at the edges of their vision. Hopefully CS, who had seen them before would be able to ignore them while PD would be distracted but there was absolutely not guarantee. Ducking under yet another wild kick, Wraith swept the feet out from under his attack and then deliver a powerful punch to the jaw that left yet another fifty year old woman in dream land.
It was definitely time to end this. Flynn made his way invisibly toward Private Dancer when all of a sudden, he saw something just on the edge of his vision. Hyde turned his head, trying to find the new opponent. In the process of dealing with Wraith's power by-product, He was smacked in the head inadvertently by the breakdancing 40-something year old. It was enough to break his concentration. He faded into view jut a few feet from Private Dancer and Cold Steel's ongoing battle.
It was just luck that P.D. didn't focus his power upon Flynn in that instant. The evil man only thought him some sort of ghost; or maybe he was already battered enough by the constant flurry of blows coming from C.S. that he wasn't going to worry about someone not moving against him. Whatever the evildoers reasons, it was going to cost him dearly.
Hyde swung at one of the ghostly images as the spots started to disappear from his vision. His arm passed harmlessly thru the non entity. He didn't know what to think about it; but with his senses restored, Hyde popped back out of sight. He moved forward taking a few steps quickly. He popped back int view as his arm came swinging out at his victim, to allow Cold Steel the opportunity to pull up from accidentally hitting Flynn. The effect on Private Dancer was quite obvious. His eyes wet wild seeing the appearance of an arm with Hyde attached to it swinging toward him.
The fist connected and his jaw broke instantly, the pain taking away his ability to create the affect he was doing moments before. Flynn's body carried thru with the momentum and took the bad guy down with force. He grabbed one of the tranq darts that Ranger had given him and slammed it into the Dancer's throat. Applying pressure on the man's back to keep him down, fifteen seconds later the man was in a deep slumber. Hyde got up and looked at Cold Steel before looking around the messed up brokerage house. "He'll be out for a good thirty minutes. Sorry to steal your thunder but you looked like you needed something to tip the scales. Name's Hyde,Wraith can vouch for me."
A cell phone rang. Flynn realized it was the one in his belt. He grabbed the dart from the man's neck, re stowed it, and picked out the cell phone. He looked at the number calling in and stated to no one in particular, "I've gotta take this, excuse me." A few moments spent in conversation with his back to everyone and he closed the phone and tuned back around.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. A fellow hero named Ranger has a old friend coming to visit. Let's just say this guy's welcoming presents are more of the 9mm and neurotoxin kind than little Star Wars action figure variety."
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 16, 2009 10:52:31 GMT -6
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As he threw another punch missing Private Dancer’s face only by a small fraction of an inch an intense sound hit Sam’s ears as he started to see ghostly images just out of the reach of his vision. He had seen this before so despite the ghosts coming near him, at him, or around, Sam had some inclination that these were the work of Luke’s sonar so despite the ghosts around him Sam was still able to focus on Private Dancer who was now dodging punch and kicks all over the place. Sam assumed that the dancing dodges that he was performing were an attempt to escape the ghosts that Luke had created.
”This isn’t part of my number!” exclaimed Private Dancer with a twinge of excitement in his voice. Just as Sam was about to knock Private Dancer in the side he turned slightly and was decked in the face by a sudden reappearing man. Thinking it was a ghostly specter produced by Luke he wouldn’t feel anything if the ghost got punched seeing as it would have gone through, however as he was about to hit the ghost Sam came to the conclusion that Luke’s ghost couldn’t hit… shifting his weight Sam spun in the opposite direction causing his own balance to be shot sending him to fall in the opposite direction of the now falling villain.
As he spun on the ground once and regained his balance Sam shifted his weight and was now on one knee watching the disappearing-reappearing man stab Dancer in the chest with something. Under his ice armor Sam’s eyes went wide hoping that it was merely a tranq and not something that could kill him. Dancer was a villain but still Sam and Luke and the vanishing man had no right to play judge and dish out an execution.
A loud sigh could be heard when the one who referred to himself as Hyde said he would be out for thirty minutes. “I don’t need any thunder, that’s not why I do this…” Sam stated as he got up and looked around noticing the people were starting to regain their movement. Looking over to Luke he shrugged simply and asked, “You alright?” the visions of ghosts continued to be seen from the corners of his eyes which caused Sam to add, “And when do these ghostly things disappear?” forgetting the standard time of effect that came with the intense sound wave.
As Hyde answered his phone then turned around Sam again shrugged to Luke then looked over to Private Dancer who laid down motionless as the conversation on the phone continued, the music that was their fight song dimmed down signaling another change on Dancer’s ipod. Turning his attention back to Hyde he nodded and was ready to offer his help until he noticed a sudden movement that caused him to throw his hands up in a guard.
As the song changed it seemed to activate something in or the Dancer himself for when Who let the Dogs out started to play. Dancer was already on his feet and was ready to go, trying to move his jaw he decided against talking but waved simply as he dashed over to his ipod grabbed it and tried to make way for the rear exit. “Go ahead!” Sam said as he started to run after Private Dancer, “Go save your friend I’ll get this guy!”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 17, 2009 5:52:07 GMT -6
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As all the dancers suddenly stopped dancing and y looked around in a mixture of confusion and fear, Wraith walked over to where Hyde and Sam were standing with the fallen Private Dancer at their feet. He was about to thank the man for his help when his phone rang and he stepped away to take the call.
"Nice work." The masked man spoke quietly to his ice friend, "Did you ever decide on a name to go by? I can't exactly call you by your given name in this situation."
Before Sam could answer Hyde was walking back over so Wraith gave the other man his attention. As he listened to his description of the coming "visitor" he idly noticed the change in music and a slight stirring in PD's body. Wait, were those muscles twitching?
Before any of them could react Private Dancer was suddenly up, waving, and then running for his life. CS was right behind which meant that Hyde and Wraith were now the two left standing on the Stock Exchange floor.
"You two need some help with this 'old friend'?" Wraith asked as he turned to focus on the other man, "I happen to have some free time."
Private Dancer was running. This shouldn't have happened. It must have been a bad tranq, or some sort of modified metabolism. As that thought ran thru his head, Pd was out the door, nimble and lithe as...well a dancer. Hyde moved toward the escaping villain and was cut off inadvertently as Cold Steel gave chase as well. His quickly formed ice slide made it too hard to follow out the same way. He lowered his head and shook it in despair. Turning back, he regarded Wraith who spoke next.
"You two need some help with this 'old friend.' I happen to have some free time."[/color]
His mind snapped back to Ranger's call for help. He should hurry over to the gym. Ivan wasn't an overly formidable opponent but from what Michael had said on the phone, odds were the Russian terrorist was a little better prepared for Ranger and Hyde. Having someone like Wraith along couldn't hurt that was sure. Flynn nodded his head in the affirmative.
"Your help is always appreciated Wraith. The name is Hyde when I'm out in this get up. We need to hurry and get to the meet with my ally Ranger. I'll give you my number and Ranger's and fill you in on Ivan's villainy and how Ranger and I got mixed up with him as we go." Hyde looked over to the bewildered people that Private Dancer had under his 'spell' and wondered why he had done such a thing. Hopefully the Ice guy would catch him and those answers would be learned.
