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 Cold Steel on Jul 31, 2009 12:02:20 GMT -6
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Blinking as he tried to react to the dart that was now approaching him Sam didn’t know what to do, his first thoughts went to the cheerleader, the woman that saved his life so many years ago, should he return the favor and save her? Even if he wanted to he didn’t have the reaction time or the agility to intercept the dart, the fact that the woman with the green bow got to shots fired upon upset him greatly. Things were starting to get cold as he watched the green bowed spider woman bolt down the hallway he couldn’t tell what urged her to run, it was almost like she knew what was coming. He blinked again and looked down at the dart as it rested in his torso, he couldn’t tell if it hit anything vital for adrenaline was kicking in and his first reaction was to look at the woman.
To his displeasure a similar dart like the one he had lodged into his midsection was planted on the cheerleader as well only it was closer to her heart than he would care to admit. ”A…..re you a-a-alright?” Sam said hesitantly more worried for her than his own well being for the short time that she was there. A growing look of concern came over Sam’s face as the woman’s face altered to the power that she was now looking to expel. Backing up in more of a stumble motion that anything Sam wanted to keep his distance from her as her hands began to surge with electricity. Like all humans he was vulnerable to electricity but it was far worse when he was covered in ice, not only does it immediately effect his control of the ice but the ice itself conducts the electricity back into his body giving both an unforgettable and painful experience.
As he body glowed with a low twinge of blue and white Sam watched as she ran backed up slowly and into the stairwell from once they came. Raising his hand to protest Sam was about to call out for her so he could check to see if she was alright, that was until the contents of the dart truly kicked in. feeling lightheaded and dizzy Sam reached down and grabbed the dart that pierced his midsection and ripped it out and slammed it against the wall with as much force as he could muster hoping the dart itself would crack shatter or explode on contact with the wall. However much to his displeasure the dart did no such thing in fact in only flew in the air for a brief second and a foot before the clinking sound of glass on tile reverberated in his ears.
What was going on? Not only did he feel drained mentally but now physically as well? He threw the dart as hard as he could at the wall and it dropped down like nothing happened. Grabbing his head as the room started to spin Sam fell to the ground and started to heave his stomach trying to empty all of it’s contents. Again and again he heaved due to his stomach trying to purge the contents of the dart from his system and again and again nothing came out. His heart rate started to increase as his body started to be covered in a cold sweat, moments he was hot moments he was freezing cold. Not to mention the air became thick with his icy mist that he could form and then diminish with nothing more than a thought.
Looking up and around for something or someone to help him he found nothing, scared Sam crawled to the stairwell, he was disoriented and afraid and no none was there to help him as the mist got thicker and thicker and his body cried out with every motion he made. His muscles tensed as the veins on his forehead pulsed as blood flowed threw them tears streaking down his face as he approached the door something happened. He wasn’t sure if it was in the vomit that he just expelled at the door or if the contents of the dart already burned up in his system. He didn’t know but he didn’t care for a brief moment his body was calm and relaxed and the pain that he felt moments before. His head no longer spinning he leaned up on the metal door only moments before it was ripped off the wall from under him.
The mist continued to form in his field of vision only when he tried to dissipate the mist nothing happened, it must have been a figment of his imagination for his powers never acted up on him. He always had control at least always with the mist. Trying to brush the mist in front of his face out of the way Sam took on step and another and another only to forget he was now in a stairwell. Before he could stop himself he fell down the first flight of stairs only to look up to see bits and pieces of metal form around the cheerleader who stood a few feet from him. Still disoriented from the effects of the dart and now from the fall Sam tried to stand up only to fall again.
The mist poured out yet again, his heart rate skyrocketed yet again, the veins on his head pulsed and the muscles all over his body pulsed and screamed out in pain yet again. As his eyes weld up with tears from the pain Sam’s stomach purged itself once again on the stairwell as a chilling wind forced itself on him. Looking to the window that was no longer there Sam stood up and stumbled over to it hoping that he could shut the window in attempts to relieve some of the pain that his body was producing. As he stumbled over to the window that was no longer there he tripped on a piece of metal that was being pulled into the magnetic current that was now around the cheerleader, ”she had no mutation, it must be an illusion…” thought Sam as he tried to catch his fall but was to late as he fell out of the high story window.
The pain continued to pour out of his body as tears no longer streaked down his face but were now only frozen by products of his mutation running amuck and his body protesting the pain. Fog continued to spill out into the air as his body tumbled and shook from the chilling winds that were riveting his body. Turning this way and that Sam caught bits and pieces of the scene below only to decide that this was pointless, the fighting the arguing, everything. Both human and mutants fighting, mutant and mutants fighting, it just needed to stop and as he continued to fall his body screaming out in pain.
Noticing the ground through the tumbling motions Sam welcomed the thought of death if it meant that he no longer had to feel like this. The pain needed to end, the pain of his body, the pain of his past, the guilt of killing so many. Destruction was at hand for Sam and he welcomed it as the fast approaching end was at hand. His body was at peace, the world would continue and he would no longer have to live in the world of hate and constant fighting, he was looking for a way out and death his cruel mistress was only moments away. He had few regrets but he would gladly accept death in attempts to expel him self from the world filled with this much pain.
His body continued to screech out in pain as his insides felt like they were boiling and his veins felt like they were splitting as an indescribable heat overcame his body. He felt as if he was approaching death and he was fast approaching the gates of hell, he lived a life of killing and destruction and never really did believe in any god that intervened in mortal affairs. He was to busy watching the world go by as his subjects slowly ate away at the world and killed each other off. It didn’t matter however, he welcomed the thought of death even if it was a hell, no hell could be worse than the one he was in right now.
His life flashing before his eyes the images of people he loved and people he killed, friends, his brother, his mother and father, everyone and everything he had ever come in to contact with, his failures and his triumphs danced across his vision in the mist that now shrouded his body. It was the end and he welcomed it. Just as the moments before hand passed through his field of vision an image stuck out in his mind, it was a long forgotten memory of a long lost friend, a girl more than a friend a goddess from his long forgotten past back when he was nothing more than a trained attack dog.
”A-A-Amanda….” the image of her jump-started his mind, as his previous thoughts of death were no longer as welcomed as they once were. He wanted to live; the brunette with her piercing blue eyes willed him with nothing more than a memory. He didn’t know why he was thinking about her, maybe it was a side effect of accepting death, and the image of your first love comes rushing through your mind? He didn’t know why but his thoughts no longer became as disoriented as his body reacted to his thoughts.
His body curling up into a ball as his last attempts to escape death called upon his ice to from a protective cocoon around his body. It quickly became his prison as the ice impacted and created a small dent in the pavement as he landed. Still imprisoned in the shell of ice. Which was now giving off a freezing chill to all near it as the mist now seeped out of the small circular ice dome that protected Sam.
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Questions. Shin had them. Again, they’d gone unanswered. In a world where people are hardwired for instantaneous answers, the sidestepped response felt like a crime. Which made Slate a criminal. With his hands on Kasumi. His Kasumi. Shin held her still while the healer worked, biting his lip. Right now, her health was the most important thing here. Stupid possessiveness and accusations wouldn’t help… and so he waited while the color flushed back to those porcelain cheeks. Those tears… for a moment, he fell silent, looking at her face.
Suddenly, his eyes shot up at some sound. How would one describe that sound? Quite unlike overturning a bowl of Spaghetti-Os, that was for sure. He looked around for a second, wondering what had caused it, then his eyes fell on the blue-eyed healer’s face. It wasn’t a pained look that got his attention, so much as the haphazardly casual way Slate handled it. He just rose, walked towards the man butchering police officers, and healed as an afterthought. Shin crouched a moment, perplexed by it all.
“Truly a dangerous man…” He muttered.
A window broke! Shin’s eyes snapped upwards as a body fell. Whose body? What!? As it fell, it turned, surrounded by some strange mist in a fall that seemed to last a lifetime. Shin’s eyes narrowed, his heart beat one palpitation after a staggered ‘nother. The same uniform, the same hair. That was… “Sam!!” The words escaped his mouth like a bellow. And suddenly, the obscuring mist drew inwards like a vacuum seal, wrapping the mutant leader up into a ball of ice that crashed into the ground, shattering concrete. Shin shifted forwards to cover Kasumi from any shrapnel. Pebbles of concrete hit his back like buckshot. Shin bit his lower lip as he turned back towards the scene.
Sphere - (sfir)- sphaira, from the Greek word for "globe” or “ball." A perfectly-round geometric space. A three-dimensional surface, all points of which are equidistant from a fixed point. The extent of a person's knowledge, interests, or social position. An area of power, control, or influence; domain.
Sam’s domain. Various dictionary definitions for the glacial glaze drifted through his head, like an ice berg pointed straight at the Titanic’s bow. To say what surrounded Sam was hasty, to proclaim him safe, even hastier. Shin did the first, but he sure as hell wouldn’t do the second.
He set Kasumi down gently on the concrete as he rose to his feet, eyes locked on the globe. “You watch her for a second, Lee.” Shin looked back at her. His right eye wavered slightly, out of tune with the rest of him. For a second, she could see the fear and worry wrapping around Shin’s mind as he pronounced emphatically. “I’m going to check on him. Only be a minute. Keep her safe. I’ll be…” His eyes inadvertently jerked back to the mysterious cocoon. 'Only a ball of ice,' he reasoned.Why was he feeling as much dread as he did now? “Fine.” He finished weakly. He aimed a final glance at Kasumi as she lay there peacefully, currently unaware of all the fighting going on around them. Arms crossed on her chest, sleeping.
For a moment, a glimpse of a future once averted clashed before his eyes. Guns, and bombs, and sharks, and war. So much fighting. If only he could make it stop… make it go away. Then she wouldn’t have to deal with it, and they could live in peace for the rest of their days…
If only. If only. The words drummed in his ears with each footfall towards the ice sphere and Sam. A slew of shards flew up to wrap around his hand in a movement like a twister. A mini storm. Birds flying against the wind. And then it stopped.
The shards arranged themselves into a blue cube, 3' x 3' that hovered on his right, knee level. He stood in front of the dented concrete, and opened his mouth wide.
"SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Are you alright. What's going on here? Are we winning, who threw you, how was the fall? These questions all went unasked. He simply stood there and waited for Cold Steel to come out of his shell.
Her body, her mutation was ready to strike again. Even more than half of her mind was agreeing with it, and was channeling the matter to form even more arrows. But somewhere, in a hidden corner, the real self was struggling as she witnessed the horrors of what she was doing.
Strangely, that part of Alexandra was thinking of her father. She remembered how she had been forced to swear that she would never use her mutation again. A mere child she was then, as she began to hate her father with fierceness for asking her to do it. What she had felt back then was nothing compared with what she felt now.
Trapped in her own mind, witnessing how somebody else was commanding every action your body did. Screams and whispers, swirling around in her mind, continuously increasing and decreasing and intensity, asking for her to obey. The joy of her demon, of the voice that had been lingering around her head for a while now, a demon that she had chosen to ignore. A mistake, she realized now, perhaps just a little too late, as the cruel demon had already taken over and had no intention of giving back control.
That piece of Alexandra screamed inside of her mind as the pain of struggling was turning unbearable. Unheard, she was, as she body kept creating those arrows, ready to force them upon the unsuspecting mutants once again, ready to cause chaos and destruction, just as she was being ordered.
The demon’s attention was called for a moment as the sound of a broken window echoed in ears that once she called her own. Sparkling blue eyes shifted in that direction, the feeling of annoyance invading her mind as it had interrupted the creation. Trough the same eyes, she watched the ball of ice falling to the ground, mist pouring out of it.
Alexandra trembled, worry brushing over her. Sam. What was happening? Was he feeling all right? Dozens of questions came to her mind as she tried once again over her body, to force herself to follow Shin. She hit a wall, an impenetrable wall as the demon was smiling to itself satisfied.
Another cry of pain as the voices, the whispers, the screaming increased in intensity to the point she could no longer take it. The force of the pain hit the wall, breaking free trough it and shattering to pieces.
The face of the molecule manipulator twisted in pain, as the two forces struggled to take over one mind. Her breathing intensified as her hand rose in slow motion. The demon wasn’t ready to let go. Enough it had lingered in the deepest corners of her mind, waiting for the perfect moment. This was the perfect moment and the demon wasn’t ready to give up the claim on her body. Metal arrows were being drawn in front of her body as this new personality forced the rightful owner back. A cry later and the pieces of metal were thrust forward in the direction of the icy cocoon and everyone that might have been in their way.
Watching with pain how molecules were speeding toward their target, Alexandra ceased to fight over her body, exhausted.
A sleek black bmw slide to a screaching halt infront of King pharmecuiticals. Four spaceless voids opened as the car slid to a halt, they were late to them important stuff as usual, if asked not one of them would even want to talk about what had happend that made them late to defend their own teritory. They were two for two now showing late to the big fights and they planned to make up for it.
Mars and Mercury moved to toward the Asain and the dark haired woman, they meant business if they weren't order, they weren't leaving healthy. if they left alive or at all. The pair walked forward with determination. Rolling their necks and cracking their knuckles. people were going to hurt. Was that pile Ice the xmen leader, were they so late that the xmen leader had died, before they even arrived?
The pair were dressed in Black Jeans and red shirts...they also had fingerless black gloves and steel toed boots. As they began to close on the male and female they began to jog, When and if they closed the distance they would begin to end lives, Mars wondered momentarily what kind of distraction it would take for the blood lust to be quenched. Something big.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 22, 2009 15:57:16 GMT -6
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(OOC: Everything that is italicized is happing inside Sam’s mind)
Blackness, the sound of a drop of water hitting a larger body of water forcing it to ripple against his body, as he laid motionless in the darkness, ”Am I dead?” Sam found himself asking into the darkness not really bothering to move or change the direction he was looking in. another sound of a water drop hitting near him as ripples buffed his body. ” I fell…” commented Sam as he leaned up slightly to better assess his surroundings. Blackness every direction left, right, up and down. Everywhere he looked nothing but blackness and that annoying dripping sound. It was then he remembered being annoyed with this sound before and he had before seen this blackness… the only thing missing was….
”Ow!” cried out Sam as he felt the familiar wooden cane come across the back of his head swiftly as he turned around in the darkness to see a familiar old man holding the cane “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon!” Sam frowned slightly and said ”I still don’t know where this is… I want to say my mind but I never pictured it to be this dark… Sam looked around a sad look touching his expression as his spirit guide let out a small laugh ”It’s only dark when you sad or dark yourself, usually it’s quite beautiful, rolling hills tall green trees I have to say I am quite content here when your in a good mood.” ------- Eyes opening slightly still white and slightly blue due to them being rolled up into the back of the head an glazed over with ice. Heat could be felt from the outside of his perfect little sphere and it was getting closer, that was something he didn’t like, it was to close for him to fully appreciate the cool little bubble that Sam had created. The mist around him felt like magnificent on his body as he continued to extrude it from himself and in turn the bubble. What he didn’t like however was the things attacking his bubble and the large figures that produced enough heat to disrupt his mist. One closest to his shell and then one slightly father away and even further than that one was two larger figures giving off the most heat. They needed to leave all of them; they were disrupting the makings of his world.
The bubble shook slightly as something sharp grazed the top of his cocoon, which sent him into a full fit of rage. How dare they lesser beings approach his world and then try and attack him? The bubble shook slightly as it started to crack. More and more mist built up around and in the bubble till Sam shot his hand out grabbing the closet warm being to him. Mist erupted up and out of the hole his hand was currently forming long enough so the mist formed around his hand and the beings arm. The ice compacted and condensed right onto his hand and the man’s arm till he felt a snap.
As the limb in his control snapped the ice around the man’s arm lessened as it crawled up his own arm while his hand still remained on the man’s. Sam stood upright in the bubble now causing it to shatter around him. Now looking the figure in the face Sam caught glimpse of Shin, someone he had once considered a friend but no more, he entered his world and he was making it warmer, he had to leave.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Aug 29, 2009 14:39:45 GMT -6
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It's times like these where one wishes to make a wise crack. To rise to the occasion with a snappy remark! A little something to break the tension, to tickle the funny bone, or to label the joke-teller as a professional wiseacre. In this situation, only one painful statement came to mind for Shin.
Simply put, he was boned.
The ice mutant's arm shot through the wall of the cocoon like a bullet and hit Shin's right arm in a tear-jerking grip. Shattered in a snap. The focus on his cube fluttered to the frozen ground like a scattered house of cards. It all came down. Shin fell to one knee.
"Sam. What're you?!... so cold..." So cold, so cold, so cold... it was so COLD right now, he felt... hot. Or was that searing pain? He couldn't tell. Whatever it was, it had to stop. Now. His face twisted in a grimace as he dangled in Cold Steel’s grip by one arm. It wasn’t Sam anymore. That was certain. Sam would never have done something like this. This man’s conscience was far too cold… Shin grit his teeth and raised his left hand with a twinge of his eye. He was chilled to the bone, but for the moment the pain was numbed by frost. Concentration nipped back at his consciousness. He focused on the pyramid of triangles forming in his palm.
The pyramid that quickly swept up into a blinding red drill. As arrows rained down around Shin and Cold Steel, the young shardmancer thrust forward with his left arm at Cold Steel's chest. A blazing red drill to pierce the heavens.
~~~ The sky was slowly being painted in dark colors as darkness won the fight against the warm light of the day. The sun had died a long time ago… throwing its last few bloody rays over the city before being forgotten.
It didn’t take long for every trace of warmness and light to be wiped away. The sky was now completely black, only the moon now covered by a thick blanket of clouds painting lighter shadows across it.
She was there, witnessing every change, while locked inside a rather spacious room, but just like the sky, painted in dark colors. Shadows danced around as the clouds moved away, letting the moon shine on the night sky.
Her small figure was curled up in a corner of the room, as far as possible from the light, hiding from it, trying to run away from the whole world. Another knock on the door was left unnoticed by the small girl as she sobbed, pulling her legs closer to her body. Hands hugged knees tightly as tears continued to fall from the girl’s brown eyes.
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For a few moments Alexandra didn’t know why this particular scene was replayed in her mind… it felt so distant and so foreign as if it wasn’t her own memory that it was being reminded. She had worked so much to lock up that part of her life somewhere in the back of her mind, somewhere where she wouldn’t be tortured anymore by it. The day of the discovery of her mutation. The pain, the feeling of being lost, all came back to her and she didn’t know why.
And then… it hit her. It was the same feeling. Just like then, when she felt paralyzed, forced to watch how the world continued its cruel course without even noticing the pain of the girl locked in the dark room. The day had gone on, the night came, dark and mysterious as ever, the moon watching over that half of world with indifference.
It was the same. She was being forced to watch how someone was taking over her body as she was being curled up in a corner, weak and unable to do something. The demon, watching with the same indifference how people that for a while now she was calling friends, despite the circumstances were being hurt, whether it was by her powers or others.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to go over and see what was wrong, why was Sam turning against his friends, why was he hurting Shin but she couldn’t. No sound left Alexandra’s mouth, her legs didn’t move one inch. Only her hand waved again as another set of metal arrows was sent toward the group. Only now, a satisfied growl left Alexandra’s mouth… or the one that had been hers only moments ago.
Abyss and the clones once joked that Haywire took lesser mutants up to their level,what was once a joke, eventually became a fact, to them. In truth a mutant was always dangerous, whether they were on the wire or not. Mars began to jog and Mercury set off in a full out sprint. It was high time the wrecking crew set to work, Mars thought momentarily about letting the xmen sort them selves out but, he thought better of it, they were all mutants here and only doing the humans a favor with every mutant that died here. As Mars came even with Circe,
"Call your people out of here, If you aren't Order you need to go home. We'll take care of the Snowman. send him home if he survives." Mars then took off in the same lumbering sprint that Mercury had mustered only moments ago.
Mercury closed on the Ice and Began to hammer on the walls, what they hit tended to shatter if it didn't the first time, well it was only a matter of repeatig the process. Mercury fought like a giant beserk toddler all anger and strenghth not much logic or worry about where or how to hit something. it was a tried and true method. If he hit it, it woudl be destroyed. he had thus far managed not to be pierced by arrows that he was avoiding purely out of oblivious to.
Mars however had a goal, help those attacking KP and get them to leave. He closed in on the Asian and his position, what ever the man was doing he had a plan. He crouched down and began a ridiculously simple Kata, It was first day Karate, Draw one fist in as you threw out the other twisting and turning your wrists like hydraulic hammers. He repeated the attack on the same point that was near the Asians mutant Drill.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 18, 2009 23:48:03 GMT -6
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It was cold even for him and still dark the image of the old man was still clear as ever as the ground beneath them rippled with every movement, ”So why am I here?” Sam asked as he looked to the old man, ”Well, your body as of now is fighting with your mutation, you can feel it can’t you the fight for control, it’s like a damn of your powers overflowed and then eventually broke it, I’m guessing things will go back to normal but who knows” said the old man as he pointed off into the distance as a light in the distance ”I suggest you take a look through that to get an idea on what’s going on outside…” said the old man as he leaned forward on his walking staff, ”It’s a war zone out there…”
Lifting his foot up and moving it forward Sam found himself looking into a screen that was a point of view shot, most likely he was looking through his own eyes, things on the outside were indeed like a war zone, spears of metal shot forward as he found himself looking at Shin’s pained face, ”Why am I attacking him? Why am I attacking Shin!” Sam asked looking to the old man his fist tightening as the he could see Shin’s arm break due to the ice, ”Make it Stop! Sam said now yelling at the old man, ”Not much either of us can do, you were hit with that dart remember, guessing it has something to due with the Haywire Virus, you know the one we dreamt about, it was a lot worse then…” said the old man as he paused and then continued, ”Lucky for you there was a few other members from the team ones better suited for restraining powers, can’t remember if Shin was there or not…”
”He wasn’t…” said Sam as he looked from the old man to the screen that showed bits of ice forming and flinging themselves in and out his field of vision as more and more images flashed in and out of his view. ”So I’m supposed to just let the stuff run it’s self out?” Sam asked his teeth grinding slightly, ”Well you can slow your reaction time but your power I am afraid is out of our reach…”
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Bits of metal flew by Sam’s field of vision as he was hit in the arm it hitting the ice that was surrounding it and causing it to indent and in turn shatter. A warm liquid ran down his arm as he instinctively released Shin and pulled his hand close to his body as the flow of blood stopped as ice formed over the hole. Looking from the hole on his arm to the woman who had caused the hole Sam watched as an array of ice shards formed near her and volleyed them selves in her direction. Kill or be killed that’s how it was and he didn’t want to die he wanted to stay cold and each and every one of these people were creating a aura of heat that was interrupting his perfect world.
A drill and a giant now attacked his bubble, his bubble that kept him cool and separated from the world full of heat, he was sweating under the ice now and it needed to stopped. An arrow of metal pierced his arm as he withdrew it into the bubble as iced formed around the arrow embedded into his skin. ”H-H-Hot!” cried Sam’s voice from under the bubble, the drill and the fists were getting closer and closer to his body as he tried t put more and more distance between himself and the invaders.
Shaking slightly as his body convulsed a pulse of ice shot up from the bubble as shards of ice formed around the largest figure attacking his bubble, he was red and red meant hot, and the heat had to be extinguished. The drill pierced the bubble as it touched down on Sam’s chest drawing blood from his body as ice started to form immediately over his chest making an attempt to separate his flesh from Shin and his pesky drill.
Ice continued to place itself on the large figure covering the body in a cool layer hoping to slow the giant to next to nothing. A sigh of relief expelled itself from Sam as things started to get colder now that the giant red man was being covered.
Mist continued to pour out around them as it started to settle on the ground forming a thick layer of ice. The air around them was becoming colder and thicker with mist making it more difficult to see but that didn’t matter to Sam he could… wait was that another giant? The bubble of ice shattered as the giant near the man that was Shin punched through it. His world was crashing in around him. ”To Hot!”
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Sept 22, 2009 16:46:35 GMT -6
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Mugen
The drill hit Sam dead in the chest, and Shin staggered onward. Too cold. It was too cold now, and slippery. His sneakers lost hold. Before he knew it, he was on the ground. A jarring sluice of pain up and down his tailbone told him he'd landed butt-first. And his arm... he stared down at the pale limb. It was clammy now, and flopsy like the ears of a rabbit. White and flopsy. He'd have to do something about that…
Raising his left hand over the limb, he closed his eyes to focus. His teeth chattered. His cheeks felt hot like a furnace. His entire body wanted sleep. Still, he focused on controlling the shards he’d used for the drill. The arm was no use right now. He couldn't flex fingers, the bone was broken. Bloodied shards clamped down on it from all sides to form a hasty splint. It would hold. Concentration divided between maintaining that tenuous splint and getting to his feet.
“Sam!” He repeated again. Frost was creeping up the red man’s arm now too, and the arrows kept on flying. He took a few steps. Now he was six feet away from the aura of cold. He could control his shards from six feet. Shin tore his left hand through the air to send a torrent of twenty-one lime-green three-inch shardcicles popping down at Sam’s arms. He had to snap Sam’s attention away from big Red. One person’s arm had already been broken that day. Shin’s mind was hazy. That was true. But now it was focused on making sure no one else had to feel the same pain.
“NO! Stop it! Please! Leave me alone!” Her voice yelled at her other self, angry, disappointed, defeated. A laugh greeted her in return and she could feel the mental smile. “Don’t be stupid. He would kill you without a second thought. You can’t even fight him because you let stupid emotions get in your way![/i]”
As seeing a movie on the tv, she saw her metal arrows reaching their destination, and each one of them hitting its target was like a splitting pain inside her mind. “Stop it, please.[/i]” Shards of ice were thrown into her direction and the feeling of confidence, the feeling that someone had when he was right was pushed in her direction like a wave. “What did I tell you? He wouldn’t think twice before killing you.[/i]”
Her hand went up into the air, her palm facing the bright icy shards as they came her way. Water. It could be gaseous, liquid or solid. But it were the same molecules. Two of hydrogen, one of oxygen. Blue eyes sparkled as the molecular cohesion was weakened. What a few moments ago could have taken her life was now only inoffensive water, dropping to the ground with a splash, only a few feet in front of her. Mud formed on various locations, her alter ego smiling. “Is this really the best he could do?[/i]” Alexandra remained quiet, while she continued to see the actions of her body, of her other mind.
A big, red man headed in her direction. Running a few memories trough her mind she recognized him from the Valentine’s Ball although the name was still unknown to her. An eyebrow rose slightly as he came to tell her to leave. A smile appeared on her lips, as the guy sprinted away… where another big red guy was?
“I don’t think so.” she replied although there wasn’t anyone there to hear her. “Now, now. We couldn’t let them have all the fun, right?[/i]” Alexandra struggled inside her mind once again, yelling to her other self to stop, only to be met by schemes and plans running trough her mind on how could she take him down.
A scream caught both of their attentions… a voice that was certainly familiar. One was trying to protect him, the other was trying to put him down. And this voice was yelling that it was too hot. “So he likes to be surrounded by his ice.[/i]” Her mind focused on the ice Sam was creating. Ice was solid water. And she was trying to return it to its natural liquid form. How was Sam gonna like that? She was just waiting to see it.
Mercury slammed his fists into the bubble and watched as the globe would shatter and re seal even before it fell apart and he would attack it all the more fiercely just to have it build up and do the same. When the Ice reached up his arms he tried to shake free but he was cold and starting to panic. He placed his left foot on the Ice and it started to crawl up his leg, still not learning his lesson he placed his remaining foot on the Ice he started to rare back and around as the condensed liquid bore down on him everytime he would yank to free his arms or legs he would on fracture it enough to give it space to increase. The ice was climbing around his body now and he lifted his head to the sky as if he were drowining and that would help. The Ice crawled over the top of vis head and up his neck and Jaw. Just as it was about fully encompass him the ice turned to liquid and he plopped to the ground. Scrambling away. After mercury got enough distance he looked for things to throw at Frosty.
Mars was still taking advantage of the opening the drill was making. He snatched an arrow from the outer globe and followed Shin’s lead attempting to stab one of his cold steels arms with the implement. Apparently they were trying to take him alive…why was he doing that again? Oh that’s right because his friends were raining projectiles down on him that would cut Mars to ribbons.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 26, 2009 16:05:19 GMT -6
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The scene on the screen made his stomach tighten well at least what he thought his stomach he wasn’t sure if he had a body inside his head or not but the feeling was there never the less. ”Relax, nothing much you can do here other than try and take control of your body, like I said before your powers are out of reach for us, just focus on you hands and feet…” said the old man as Sam nodded his head as the scene of a giant red man being covered then ice then the ice quickly melting, it had to be Alex who was causing the ice to melt, she was the only one there that had the ability to pull something like that off. The water turning to ice wasn’t something Sam was happy about; water could easily be frozen especially in his current state. ”Focus… Focus…” said Sam concentrating hard on his limbs doing his best to restrain himself.
It was a weird feeling, trying to restrain your body when you didn’t actually feel like you were yourself to begin with. It was more like an out of body experience more than anything else. ”Probably not the best time to tell you but, I figure since it happened recently you should know Amanda is searching for you Sam, and it is likely she will find you…” Sam blinked at his spirit animal no longer focusing on his task of trying to restrain his body, his jaw slackened as he looked at the old man in disbelief, ”What—What did you just say?”
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”IT’S TOO HOT!” screamed Sam, as the ice melted quickly due to some outside force, no longer was the big red monkey frozen and no longer was he safe. The air was still cold but the effect it had on the water was on longer any use. The air continued to get colder and colder as Sam’s body started to heave out in pain his chest bleeding from Shin and now a barrage of shards rained down from the heavens into his arms, the sudden stiffness of his body didn’t allow him to try and avoid the shards what so ever.
It was hot and he was sweating his shirt drenched with sweat as the mist poured from his pours. The big red man closet to him heated up as he the ice around him turned to water Sam stared at him with apparent anger as he distanced himself from Sam which was fine but he was still hot and that just wouldn’t do. Sam shook his head as he felt another metal arrow lodge itself in his arm with the shards.
Sam no longer had to worry about trying to restraining his arms all feeling was lost in them as shards and an arrow had imbedded themselves in it. He was breathing heavy and the air in his opinion was still far to warm. His breathing started to quicken as the water around him made an attempt to freeze but failed, ”Hot, Make it stop!” Sam looked to Shin quickly as his arms became slack and he hunched over breathing heavy, ”Kill….eeee” wheezed Sam as his body was getting heavy the mist around him condensed around his body quickly before bursting outwards in a last ditch effort to freeze everything.
Loss of blood and body heavy Sam collapsed to the ground as mist continued to ooze from his pores only now the rate was slowing, it was quickly dying down. It was over and things were getting cold now, he could finally rest.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Sept 26, 2009 20:02:11 GMT -6
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Mugen
Shin's eyes widened. This was just like that time... that time... when was that time? He didn't know. Head, heavy. Cold, making things foggy? Tears of... blood. No, wait. That was a whole different demon, a whole other show, and this... he slipped backwards as a last-ditch icy wind blew over the battlefield. The shards in Sam's body flew backwards towards Shin, building up a blood-soaked wall between the Asian and the cold.
His chest heaved up and down, heart struggling against his chest. This fight... was it over? Sam was... down. A tentative floored position. Things were too hot? What planet was Sam on? And why... that momentary burst of insight from earlier still tugged at him, but Shin couldn't tap into the full story. Only the ellipses- laden abridged copy. Something had happened and Sam's powers had taken control. Sam wasn't Sam...
His arms.
My arm. Shin glanced at his own injured limb. The shard splint still held steady. He lifted himself up as the winds and the fog died down. Sam had broken his arm. How could he trust Sam if Sam lost control of himself like that?
And even if there were outside forces burning up his world...
Control over one's powers was paramount. To lose control of one's self was to lose respect. Sam was... at fault here, wasn't he? Shin's face cinched inwards unpleasantly at the thought. But so am I.
"If only I'd been stronger. This... none of this..." Shin murmured, fixated on his right hand. Fingers wouldn't flex. Thumbs wouldn't war. If he'd been stronger, fought harder, this wouldn't... and Kasumi wouldn't... Shin wiped eyes with the sleeve of his left arm, dismissing the thoughts. His eyes narrowed, serious.
The crisis was over. He turned to nod towards the two giants who looked deceptively-similar to the one he'd met for one shining second at a certain Valentine's day ball.
"... Either of you wear a Tuxedo Mask costume to a party recently?" He questioned. "Thanks."
The face of the molecule manipulator turned into a frown as sweat started to form on her temple as she tried to keep the water liquid. Molecules fought back with her, like an angry animal in a cage. It started to be harder and harder for her to keep their cohesion weak when a force more powerful than she had met before tried to unite them. Her breathing intensified, as a drop of sweat began the journey on her face, from her temple to her chin. When it barely reached her cheek, another formed and soon followed the path its sister had.
Her teeth were gritted as a hand rose for more control, for more resistance against the force that was trying to pull the molecules from her grip. A strange sensation it was. Molecules always were obedient, never fought back with their goddess and now were rebelling against her.
”IT’S TOO HOT!”
The force defeated the molecule manipulator’s will. Water froze, and blue eyes stared at the incoming wave of freezing air. Her body felt paralyzed until the cold wave touched her figure. Her stare moved to her hand as small crystals of ice formed on the skin. The usual tanned color started to change slightly as the tips of her fingers started to go numb.
Her mind reacted, while her mutation was reactivated, this time focused around her surroundings, commanding the molecules of ice to get back to it’s liquid state. This time, they didn’t fight, and although the air around her was still cold, the numbness in her fingers started to fade away. Both her hands slid down as she exhaled. Blue eyes turned to where Sam’s fallen body was still emitting a cold mist.
“Is he dead?
The lack of emotion in the voice brought a new wave of rebellion in Alexandra’s mind. “STOP IT!” she shouted, furious.
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Silence. No one answered to her, just a comfortable silence. Blue eyes moved slightly to the left as she commanded them. Was she in control again? She commanded her hand to rise and surprisingly it did. A finger moved, and she had never been so happy in her life of being able to move a finger. She sighed, the joy of being herself again being suppressed when she remembered where she was. Hand went back to its previous position and eyes looked for Sam. Her legs started to move on their own accord, taking her to where Sam’s figure had fallen.
She gave only a quick glance to Shin and the red skinned guys as she passed them before kneeling next to Sam. Her eyes trailed to the arrows embedded into his body. The arrows that she had put there. “I’m sorry Sam.” she whispered as her hand went above the metal. Under her control, it swirled around before forming a ball under her palm. She turned it upside down and let it fall in her hand before placing it down.
Her teeth gritted once again and one air intake later, she was the same rational Alexandra as ever. Glancing at Sam again, she decided that she needed to call the doc.
