The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Saphirus on Jan 13, 2010 12:21:27 GMT -6
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Life, since coming to the mansion, had been... Comfortable. For most people, that was a good thing. But for someone like Saphirus, who wasn't used to being relatively safe, it was kinda... Scary. He had nothing to do. No one had approached him about his job request because of some crisis in some other country that had all or most of the decision makers over seas. He had lost count of how many times he'd sat in his room sighing and staring out the window, yearning for a purpose. It was that yearning that got him into his current situation.
He sat, tied to a chair, a stalking still pulled over his head from when he had entered the bank. A shaky man held a gun pointed at him in one hand, and his crow bar in the other. The back ground was hectic; a whirlwind of voices, actions, and loud threats that screamed like a chorus of fear and frustration. Fear, from the poor citizens and goers of the bank they were in, and frustration from the people who were robbing it. "God dammit, it was supposed to be an easy job, but that freak had to get in the F^&%in way!" A man, who was very obviously in charge, looked at Saph, and looked like he wanted to shoot him, but decided against it. "Remember, Cindy, he moves you put a bullet through his eye." They had all taken up fake names; all girls. Cindy, the man who had been shaking the whole time, nodded his head. "Y-yeah boss."
Saphirus felt like cursing, but didn't dare to move. He had been hoping, when he 'borrowed' a car, and went off into the city, that he would find some kinda petty crime to thwart. Gank a mugger, be a hero to some old lady. But he had just happened to see the two vans pull up in front of a bank, and the large group of gentleman storming in... He recalled running into a nearby Denny's restroom and preparing as fast as he could.. Which meant he threw a stocking over his face, put a metal hub cap against his chest under his shirt, and called it good. Just before he left he looked into the mirror, and laughed... He looked like he was about to rob a freakin quicky mart.
And now he was tied to a chair, a host of police cars and their drivers watching through the banks open, but bullet proof windows, knowing that there was nothing they could do if they didn't want everyone in the bank to die.
He had taken out five of the twenty total men before they had retrained him, and he had enough force stored to break the ropes... A bullet in the head didn't sound fun, though... He had to admit it... Unless a miracle happened...
The cool tiles felt good against Garrett's face. Of course, he was probably the only one in the building not sweating bullets, but the ability to calm one's nerves in an instant was a good thing in most cases. Greed had brought him here, as he had received a statement from the financial institution regarding his closed account. It seemed there was the matter of his safety deposit box not being emptied. The letter said should he not come to the main branch and produce the key, the box would be drilled open and he would have to absorb the cost. Not a problem there. However, the two gold ingots he had pilfered from the Order before leaving might definitely be a problem, as they were still stamped as hailing from Fort Knox.
Then came the party crashers. He had made it as far as the vault door when the screaming and shouted commands began. Sounds of chaos and gunshots rang out moments later, Garrett looking across from his low perspective to the profusely sweating bank manager a few feet away. The word no one wanted to hear during a bank robbery was used briefly after. Hero. Someone was out there trying to be one. From the sounds of anger coming from the invaders, whoever it was had been at least partially successful. He could hear the older man near him cursing under his breath over the incident. What a sad, little life.
It didn't take long before two heavily armed men made their way to the vault. Garrett had chosen to wear a suit and tie in case he was questioned on the glitter inside the box. It occurred to him as a boot met his ribs that they might take him as an employee. Wincing before forcing the pain to subside, he looked up toward the men and pointed at the fat man. Fat man was not happy about being called out so willingly, but he hadn't taken his fair share of boots yet. Garrett inched over toward the wall as the manager was hoisted up and put to the task of opening the vault. His eyes stayed down when he was looked at. When he wasn't, he scanned the two looking for exposed flesh.
Koga was bored. B o r e d. In French, ennuyé. In German, gelangweilt. In greek τρυπημένος. In Italian, alesato. In Japanese 退屈させる. He sat on the bottom stair in the main hall staring at the wall trying to think if he knew the word in any other language. And it was about that time he saw Saphirus walking through the hall with his crow bar and he was doing something that was very unique to something he finally realized was charging his power. Saph was getting ready for trouble…and his bored mutant but was going to back him up. He’d let Saph know once he figured out what he was getting into, and once he had no time to refuse his help.
Koga Grinned as the man looked both ways and pocketed some keys from the garage. The man walked toward a certain car and Koga went wall crawler mode until he was above the exit of the garage, he blended the flesh that he could up until the very last point possible. What was that coat and pair of pants doing up there above the garage exit. At the last moment Koga attempted something he had been practicing with Sam before he left. How to get onto a moving vehicle, unnoticed, They were working on his stealth skills and his potential as a scout. He let go of the wall with his hands allowing himself to hang upside down just as The car passed under him, from there he made contact with his hands and stuck. It was moving slowly as there were kids about and the mansion speed limit was a mere ten miles per hour. Slow, children at play. Koga did a hand stand and released with his feet and then descended and crouched on top of the car. From there he made himself as small and air resistant as he could, making sure his palms and toes were secured. He then blended his hair and skin in with the paint job.
The ride in to New York City was full of drivers doing double takes, trying to figure out what kind of freakish decoration the car had on it. but by the time the car found its parking spot and parked, he rolled off the roof before the driver was any wiser. He dashed off to a n alley way and then started to stalk Saphirus, And that was how he ended up in the bank bathroom, on the ceiling wondering what his next move was. People were being threatened out there, he had to do something. His plan ended up being pretty simple.
Koga knocked loudly on the Men’s room door from the inside and then waited. He wished he had his swords right now, he’d keep them sheathed, but a weapon would be good right now. he took a deep breath when the door opened. It wasn't too long before a man came in the bathroom gun first. after a generous hesitation he looked around the area. he then moved toward the stalls. Following above him Koga stalked his prey. once the door shut Koga repeated the move from the Garage, except this time he Started suffocating the gunman on contact. He didn't have much time, who knew when they'd send back up to see what he was doing in there, but if this worked he had an automatic weapon..
Posted by Saphirus on Jan 14, 2010 23:01:21 GMT -6
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From his seated position, Saph could see most of the bank, aside from into the vault room and offices, and into the bathrooms and cubicles; each were to their respective sides of him. What he could see, and he realized that this worked both ways, was a line of cop cars, and a large group of cops wondering what the hell to do. He had to, of course, see over the heads of all of the cowering hostages, huddled together like a group of kids during story time. This wasn't story time, though. Gone was the old man with the cheery face and jolly gut; replaced by a large group of masked men. screaming at them like they were children who had pressed way too many buttons on a bad day.
He moved his head about slowly to take it all in, hearing a scuffle to his right as two men entered the vault area, obviously trying to force someone to open the treasure chest of a room. One of the men he had knocked out was regaining consciousness. He woke the pleasant reminder that his knee cap had been shattered; his moaning was making the tension in the area thicker and thicker. "Cindy... that what yer boss call you?" He said under his breath
"Don't $@#$ing talk to me, man!" He said loud enough for Saph to wince, though the boss didn't seem to notice... Looked like he wasn't gonna be able to talk himself out of this; this Cindy dude was obviously green as hell, but well trained enough not to let himself get distracted. well, this is it... i gotta try my luck an' hope i don't die... Saphirus took a deep breath, preparing to break the rope with a quick burst of force, but the thought was interrupted by three loud knocks.
Everything went silent for a moment, and the boss looked to the bathroom, and then to one of his men. "Shirley, check that out... if you aren't back in thirty seconds, we are going to fill that room with led... GET ON IT!" One of the men nodded quickly, and headed for the door. Saph lost sight of him as the bathroom door closed, and he got the distinct feeling that the number of robbers he was up against was about to drop down by one... 45 seconds later, the boss curse loudly, and screamed "Goddammit, I thought you guys were all professionals!" He looked at all of them for a moment as they all just stood there."...Well?! START SHOOTING!" One of the men aimed his gun, and the trigger slipped early, sending a shot harmlessly down through the bottom left corner of the bathroom door, causing the bullet to sink into the tiled floor... moments later the 12 men sprayed the bathroom with countless bullets at mainly chest level.
The two men going for the vault looked back, and one reached up to scratch the back left side of his neck, lifting his mask to expose a small bit of skin with a rash on it... The other one shrugged, and looked back to the fat man "Get it goin' fatty! You wanna die?!" The first one didn't bother pulling the mask down over the skin again... It made him chafe.
Gunfire. That's what a tense scene like this needed. As if these guys weren't sweating as many bullets as they were firing in their masks and heavy gear. Garrett was under the distinct impression that things could go south quickly and he still had to decide how he was getting out of the building with his gold. Police were outside as the phone incessantly rang, signalling the attempts of a negotiator on the outside. Perhaps the hero was doign more of his work out there. Good for him. Garrett needed to help cull the numbers as well, though his reasons might not be as noble.
The vault door swung open and the fat manager took a sharp blow to the back of the head, courtesy of gun butt. One of the men smacked the aggressor in the back of his own head. " Dumbass. He was supposed to help us bag this up. Now who will do it? Before their eyes swiveled down to him, Garrett was easing up off the floor. Surely they wouldn't kill both of the mules. In a few moments, he found himself filling a large duffelbag with stacks of bills. At first, his eyes kept wandering over his treasured deposit box, but it wasn't long before he calculated that leaving with the gold and some of the green was a much more sensible idea. His lingering eventually brought on the wrath of the duo, one of which was really stupid. Though, they were probably equally as dens, really.
Garrett's eyebrows arched and a smile was written over his features as an ungloved sweaty palm grabbed his shoulder. He turned and kept the smile and turned it into a smirk just enough to have back of ungloved hand catch him in the right cheekbone. He bent down, the pain stopped as soon as it started. " Wipe that stupid grin off your face, man. Fill the bag or die. Some other schmuck can easily do what you are doing." True enough. As Garrett returned to a standing position, he wore a mask of apology as he looked at the residual neural map of the tough guy. His eyes glanced over the man's shoulder, noticing that only the two of them remained. His eyes then scanned the thug in front of him. " What's your deal?You trying to get fresh?"
Moments later, Garrett was pulling the mask over his face and fixing the tie on the thug, making sure his suit fit him well. He turned him over on his face, just in case they knew each other's looks. One bag full and an assault rifle slung over his shoulder, he looked through the unconscious fatty's keys for the one that would get his gold. Looking down at the well dressed seizure victim,the smirk returned beneath the mask. "Like you said, Wendy. Any schmuck can easily do what you're doing."
Koga felt the man weave as he suffocated him, his constriction ability working its magic and then he went forward hard into one of the porcelain toilets. Well, that was a bit more violent then he had intended, he snatched up the weapon and returned to the ceiling thinking it wouldn’t be long before another couple of robbers came on in. His eyes went wide as he heard the first shot and was nearly hyperventilating as they went mobster style on it and filled it with a crazy amount of bullets. What really made him sick was that one of there own guys were in here. Lucky for him he was face down on the floor, and he was thin. It didn’t look like he caught any of the bullets.
Koga pushed up on one of the tiles in the ceiling near the door way and squeezed into the area, he was about to make his way to somewhere he could at least get a good point of view but he waited. He hung his arm above the door one more time and knocked again. He got his arm out of the way as fast as possible and then moved into the ceiling replacing the tile.
He moved into the area above the women’s bath room and listened for anyone hiding. No weeping there, surely they wouldn’t be using the restroom so he didn’t feel bad about dropping down into the area. He looked at the machine gun and left it in the ceiling, he just wasn’t a marksman, and to be perfectly honest he wasn’t sure if he could handle the huge weapon. So he left it in the ceiling, he’d have to remember that he left it there. And tell someone of authority.
Why were women’s bathrooms always nicer? They had a couch in here. What the heck! Not to mention that this one wasn’t full of bullet holes.
But he could complain more about that later, for now he was going to have to chance something crazy. He started to strip off his clothing…all the way down, he was wearing bright red boxers, so it wasn’t going to be anything he could work with. He blended in with the bathroom and soon enough wasn’t at all embarrassed. It was hard to make out any details, and he knew exactly where he was according to the mirror. Now he just had to figure out his next move. He then smiled to himself. It was the same idea as fighting Cthulhu. Land on opponent and do the most damage you could. He gathered up all of his clothes rethinking the local and moved through the ceiling to the hall way. Once in the hall way he quietly moved a tile and checked to see that he was good. He was clear from the end of the hall way an started moving through the rather large lobby, he moved way up the vaulted ceiling and tried to spot the guy giving orders. Pretty soon he was going to be attacked by a colorful naked teenager. It didn’t take long to see which of the men among the group was in charge. He could take a two story drop and still attack right? Well if nothing else, this would be a hell of a tackle.
Deep breath and release. He managed to go from hanging from the ceiling to falling face first to the floor. he meant to release with his feet first but too late now. at first it looked like a person shaped tile was falling from the ceiling , after he was closer to the floor though, it was just a naked boy that was colored like ceiling tile. but who was going to complain when he was shutting down the leader of these a holes. his mutant flesh hit the thug strait on and the man crummpled to the ground like a snipper hit him. Koga hadn't expected that his knees dug into the mans shoulders and his face hit his gut... he was going to take that guy hostage...but now he was out on the ground. the man broke his fall. and the collosion took the criminal out hard. and for him at least it was like time was frozen for a second. he could see everyone reacting in slow motion.
and in this time he had one terribly inappropriate thought. he was pretty sure his genitalia was uncomfortably close to that guys face...the things you do to save the day.
Posted by Saphirus on Jan 18, 2010 23:36:02 GMT -6
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Saph's eyes when alert as he heard the gunshots... these guys weren't messing around if they were willing to kill one of their own to stop an intrusion... His guard's attention was away, but he had the feeling that he wouldn't make it far even if he did catch him off guard... The others would shoot him in a second... He did, however, start tapping his right foot heavily, aiming to build up more force; he was sure he would need every last smidgen he could gather to escape this situation.
He paused for a second as another few knocks game from the now holy bathroom. A hopeful look came to his face. Whoever was in there had to be bullet proof! It would be good to have someone like that on his side... The criminals heard the knock, and without needing orders from their boss, filled the room with led once again, this time sure not to miss any of the highs or lows... The man that was first sent to check the bathroom out wasn't nearly as lucky as his fellow mutant bathroom dweller; he let out a loud groan that reported his demise through the bathroom wall, and caused the look of hope on Saph's face to fade away... He was alone in this after all...
The boss approved. "Finally some f$%king progress!" He turned to his men, looking about at them. "What the hell is taking Wilma and Wendy so damn long?!" He quickly moved down into the safe area, not even taking the time to look around before he looked to Garret. "Jesus, Wilma what's taking so long?" He looked around for a second, and then back to the impostor. "You already took out the expendable? You don't waste time! I knew I liked you for a reason! Anyway, get the drill and get to work on those safety deposit boxes. The bus will be here in fifteen minutes... Chop chop!" He turned and hurried back into the room, looking around at the men. "For S^%'s sake you still haven't checked out the bathroom again? What the hell would you brainless idiots do without m-"CRACK! The boss never got to finish his sentence; his spine was shattered, and the last thing he saw was a naked ninja before the light faded from his eyes.
Everyone in the room turned to see what the hell was going on, aiming their guns to fire on the odd figure that had crushed their boss... But all their guns were empty; none of them had thought to reload after shooting up the bathroom. Saph's guard turned and centered his gun on the oddly colored man and the older mutant's eyes widened as he realized that his guard hadn't shot a single bullet this whole time... He quickly sent a burst of force into the rope binding him, and jumped forward, poking the shaky man at base of the neck and sending all of his force into the blow... He grabbed the man as he collapsed, dead as a doornail, and quickly grabbed the gun and his lovely crowbar from him. He paused as he realized he had a decision to make... Help the oddly familiar naked man out and risk his life, or run into the offices... He made a compromise, lifting the pistol in his hands and firing at the people who looked like they were the closest to successfully reloading.. He was a horrible aim, but if they were avoiding bullets then they weren't reloading, right? He backed towards the offices as he yelled. "This way, into the offices! hurry!" He shot until the gun was empty, feeling his finger tips tingle with the energy of the gun's recoil. He tossed the gun aside as he ran into the offices, hoping the back crusher was close behind.
(Note1: With the boss dead, the person that Garret is pretending to be is in charge XD Note2: all of the robbers have 'Hi my name is" Tags with their aliases on them, have fun with it )
Being under the ski mask, as hot and irritating as it was, brought Garrett a strange sense of pleasure. Was it the anonymity it brought or something more? He didn't have much time to mull it over as he could hear more gunshots coming from the lobby and didn't want any directed toward him. As he walked into sight of the men remaining and did a visual head count, the apparent leader barked at him, calling him Wilma. It took a moment to register that Garrett was the one being spoken to. Looking down there was a cheap sticky name tag reminding him, complete with Hello! My Name Is.
Before any action could be taken or excuse given, he was being congratulated on his apparent skill at a crook and ordered to return to the vault and drill the boxes and get the money. A simple two fingers saluted the man as he turned around on his heel and got straight to it. No reason to have a different voice just yet. Returning to the task at hand, his own deposit box was drilled first, the two Knox ingots stowed on his person as more were opened methodically, each with its own special surprise inside like Cracker Jacks.
Three duffel bags and a satchel of glittery goodness later, one of the other men came storming in. Garrett spun on his heel and leveled his own rifle at the messenger. He was then informed that the leader was dead and he was the new leader. Fortune was smiling. Then he was informed that 'mutie freaks' were responsible. So, the heroes outside were of his own variety. This upped the ante a bit. However, heroes still had flaws to exploit, regardless of their genetic status. " Take these duffel bags to the bus and fill the rest up. I'll take care of this." He walked out into the lobby, gun pointed at the people on the floor. " Hello. My name is Wilma. You two have done a fine job in defending humanity. Good job. Now, I'd ask that you leave through the front as you came. If not, I'll just shoot the hostages and you won't have anything else to defend." He gave a young woman in her twenties a kick, motioning with the gun to stand. The gun pressed firmly in the back of her skull, he moved them back toward the vault. " I'll start with her. Now get going."
Oh he had some hurry saved up, for the situation, he was fairly certain he just killed a man and as several would be life ending clicks was aimed and triggers squeezed while barrels were leveled at him, his adrenaline soared through the roof. He turned and ran as fast as his color changing butt could get him to the offices. It was as he was running his newly marble colored body across the room. He paused as a voice started to speak to them, down to them. He stopped running and turned. He hated being naked in public….it was so ludicrous. Sure it was fine when no one was looking at him and he was blending in with the wall.
~~" Hello. My name is Wilma. You two have done a fine job in defending humanity. Good job. Now, I'd ask that you leave through the front as you came. If not, I'll just shoot the hostages and you won't have anything else to defend." " I'll start with her. Now get going."
“Wilma, trade me, for her. Let her walk out free and you can point the gun at my head all day long. A hostage isss a hostage. I can climb wallsss and change colorsss, that’sss it. “ his hands were out to his sides palm up.” he moved slowly back toward the lobby. “You guysss are in the middle of new york city. Where can that bus possibly drive you? Besides, if you let me out this building you are going to have to worry about a lot more mutantsss than just little ole me. What do you sssay?”
His cold black eyes looked into the faded hazel peeking out from behind the mask. He wanted to make that man sleep too. He wanted to force feed him justice. If he shot that girl he had better be able to shoot him too before he could reach him. he slowly made way closer to the door and as close as he dared to come to hostage and maniac.
Kids. Gotta love em. Here Garrett looked upon mutants using their powers for good. Well, at least one. In his experience, though, heroes of the mutant variety rarely took on events of this caliber without backup. Judging from the kid with the stocking face, he imagined their back up would be of the Mansion variety. “Wilma, trade me, for her. Let her walk out free and you can point the gun at my head all day long. A hostage isss a hostage. I can climb wallsss and change colorsss, that’sss it. “ A slight chuckle was uttered beneath the mask. " So I guess all of these armed men just fell down. You watch too much TV, kid. Besides, who says I'm not a mutant?" An exciting bit of psychology, mostly for Garrett's own amusement.
“You guysss are in the middle of new york city. Where can that bus possibly drive you? Besides, if you let me out this building you are going to have to worry about a lot more mutantsss than just little ole me. What do you sssay?” His eyes scanned the room, watching frozen face to make sure he wasn't going to pull anything stupid. A kick was shortly delivered to another floorkisser, a nod of the chin directing the new hostage, a woman, maybe in her fifties, to stand next to the woman in front of him." Hold hands with her, Ma'am. Yes, stand directly in front of me, that's good." Using his free hand to grab the older lady's belt, he pulled the meat shield back a few paces, closer to the vault.
" Don't try to threaten me, kid. If you really had mutant backup, they would be here by now. Since you aren't wearing communicators, I have to assume you are lowly trainees, or even just stupid Mansion residents over your head. Either way, remember that the success of your team and their mission with humans relies on what you do next. Now, move to the front doors and remain there until I say otherwise. Safety's off now."
Saphirus had made it safely into the offices, and had turned to usher Koga in when he heard the voice of the man who called himself Wilma. He frowned as the man made his threat, and Koga responded by stopping in place. Saph ducked back, relatively sure that the boss didn't see him... The offices had a few entrances, he could probably sneak around to one of them and catch Wilma off guard...
As he heard the lizard man respond, he recognized him immediately... It was kinda hard to tell when he was all cloaked and the like, but those long s's were hard to not remember. He was the ninja from that tentacle monster attack. He frowned as the boy made the suggestion of switching hostages. It was a nice proposition for the good guys... The Boy Chameleon would have a much better chance of throwing Wilma off balance as a hostage than some girl. Alas, the crook didn't take the bait. Saph sighed; for all his virtues and finesse, it seemed that lizard boy wasn't much of a negotiator.
Against all of his greater instincts, and the devil that he was trying to get off his shoulder, Saphirus pulled off his mask, and stepped out into the opening with his arms up and hands wide open. The man had started talking about the mansion, and how he might even be a mutant as well. Saph didn't recognize his voice off the bat, so he didn't think he would be recognized either. He thanked his lucky stars that even if anyone knew everything about the mansion, they wouldn't know his powers. Only Streak and Jewel knew the details, and maybe one or two people who had done the math during the Cthuhlu battle. He was depending on that for his next plan.
"Look... I could believe that you have killed people before, Wilma... I know that you have the balls to do it. But lookin at the fact that you chose a young woman to be your first hostage, and gave us leeway to walk out the front door... I can tell you're also a very smart man." He kept his hands up as he walked toward Koga, passing behind him, and using the brief moment where his lips were concealed to whisper just barely loud enough for the lizard boy to hear. "Play dead..." He went on speaking as if nothing had happened. "I know, then, that you already know about the crowd of police men outside watching, and waiting... just waiting for you to kill that poor girl so they can use lethal force, and storm this place with gun blazing."
He looked Garret squarely in the eyes as he spoke, stopping next to Koga, his hands still up. "So here's the deal... Those scattered bodies... I'm the reason most of them are there... As you saw when you restrained me, I've got super strength. One punch from me and you are in a coma or dead. The only reason you were able to get me on that chair was because I know I'm not bullet proof. So here's the deal... I'm willing to do what ever it takes to make it so you don't put a bullet through that girl's forehead, Wilma, and I know that if i leave right now, she will most likely die before this is all over. To prevent that, I'll do anything. I'll even help you get out of here alive." With that he turned, and with all the speed he could muster, sent his right fist at the side of Koga's head, at the same time pressing force through the palm of his left hand to bust out the front of the glove he wore behind his back.
Anyone who knew his power would also know that his whole right side felt like a feather when it hit you; he couldn't harm a fly with it... He was hoping, however, that Koga would get the idea fast enough and play along and drop like a sack of bricks. With sound effects caused by busting out the glove on his hand, and the convincing theatrics, it was really up to Koga if this sham worked... God be hoped it did, cause if not, that poor girl was dead.
**" So I guess all of these armed men just fell down. You watch too much TV, kid. Besides, who says I'm not a mutant?"
“I don’t watch Tv.” Yup, that was his Heroic comeback…maybe he didn’t watch enough Tv, at the moment though he was just floundering for time.
**" Don't try to threaten me, kid. If you really had mutant backup, they would be here by now. Since you aren't wearing communicators, I have to assume you are lowly trainees, or even just stupid Mansion residents over your head. Either way, remember that the success of your team and their mission with humans relies on what you do next. Now, move to the front doors and remain there until I say otherwise. Safety's off now."
He took a couple more reluctant steps toward the door. “ I’m not wearing my communicator because I am not wearing anthing.” He took another step and then froze as another person started to move and he wasn’t sure if mr. safety’s off now was trigger happy.
~~"Look... I could believe that you have killed people before, Wilma... I know that you have the balls to do it. But lookin at the fact that you chose a young woman to be your first hostage, and gave us leeway to walk out the front door... I can tell you're also a very smart man."
"Play dead..." The gears turned and he waited he couldn’t simply faint but for now he was very still.
~~"I know, then, that you already know about the crowd of police men outside watching, and waiting... just waiting for you to kill that poor girl so they can use lethal force, and storm this place with gun blazing."
~~``"So here's the deal... Those scattered bodies... I'm the reason most of them are there... As you saw when you restrained me, I've got super strength. One punch from me and you are in a coma or dead. The only reason you were able to get me on that chair was because I know I'm not bullet proof. So here's the deal...”
Betrayal played over Koga’s face, thank you theatre, thank you Macbeth. Like in most things he obsessed over. His soliquiy as Macbeth for his Drama class was spent before a mirror for hours upon hours before it saw Ms.Darncy’s classroom.
~~“I'm willing to do what ever it takes to make it so you don't put a bullet through that girl's forehead, Wilma, and I know that if i leave right now, she will most likely die before this is all over. To prevent that, I'll do anything. I'll even help you get out of here alive."
Koga took the punch like a chump, his head popped back and he lifted off of his feet and went back three feet before he hit the ground like a bag of rocks. His head smacked into a hostage and he lay there motionless. The air slowly wheezing from his body as it struggled to breathe, the air had been knocked from him and he concentrated on keeping the twitching to a minimum. He was in a Coma or dead right? But now what? There was a bunch of guys with reloaded guns what did he do from here?
The business man scooched out from under him and his head smacked the shiny marble with a thud. Pretty soon feigning being out cold wouldn’t be a problem, naked on marble wasn’t good for the coldblooded and being alert. But it was good for slowing his heart beat significantly and causing his body to need less to survive. His heart beat would eventually slow to a nearly non existent pace, along with his breathing.
The kids had balls. Kids indeed, since the one talking to him the most had some that needed a few years of maturity before he could really pull off what he was attempting. The whole scene was becoming droll and pointless to Garrett. He had come for his gold bars and he would leave with them. He had no way to transport bags of money. Besides, it was too much of a risk to attempt it. One day he would have to hire some retarded thugs like the previous Wilma had. Then he could rob banks properly. His finger slid back over the safety, saving the young human before him to spawn more haters in the future.
It was generally quizzical to see the strong guy punch his naked friend out. Garrett couldn't help but chuckle at the slapstick antics." Did you seriously just knock out your ally? Wow. Well, I think I'm done with you two. If we were somewhere that didn't contain hostages and a street full of snipers, I'd be happy to put your strength to the test. However, there is too much money at stake. " He looked over at the two thugs remaining. " You girls handle these two. The bus should be here any moment." Garrett promptly kicked the two women in the backsides, sending them to the ground with the expected squeals and sobs as he turned and walked back toward the vault.
Any moment was fortunately not the moment that he could have been standing where a bus promptly smashed through the wall. Backward? He tried to imagine how the guy had gotten enough speed up to go backward through a brick wall with cops shooting at him. Waving the dust and debris away, he opened the emergency exit door and looked inside. The answer came in a coughing and blood vomiting driver. Unfortunately, as Garrett looked through the length of the bus and out the front window, he could see SWAT team members grouping up. He imagined his masked face was filling the view of a sniper scope, forcing him back.
No witnesses and no need for gunfire. The two thugs out front would keep the mutants busy enough. Garrett removed the clothes he had borrowed from Wilma and went about the business of switching to get his suit back on. His speed was unmatched as getting caught lying was one thing, getting caught lying as you undress a dead man even worse. He smiled at the dead man's face as he slid the two gold ingots into his coat's inner pockets. " You were more of a Patsy than a Wilma, but you did well." He scratched his head, deciding what to do next. Oh yes, now he remembered. He found a convenient spot on the floor against the wall and made like a good frightened hostage. He tried to remember what the others looked like, though he couldn't manage to get so much as a shiver of fear up. Stifled chuckles would have to do.
Saphirus paused as the man laughed at him. In hindsight it was probably kind of a stupid idea to fake knocking out your ally in order to feign assisting the enemy. The man piped in his humored remark, and, much to the relief of the older mutant, removed his gun's barrel from the woman's head. He stormed off afterward, heading toward the vault area.
Saph wasn't about to let him get away scott free, he reached into his coat, pulling out his crowbar, and wrenched it back to launch it toward the back of Wilma's head. And that was when he felt a heavy punch in his chest as a bullet slammed through the metal hub cap against his chest, and into his skin. The hub cap had been something he had thought up years ago. If he place something hard in the way of a bullet before it hit his right side it was like his power was working twice; once as the bullet hit the metal and tore through, and another time as it hit his skin. The hubcap also distributed the force more across his chest than normal, making ti so taking a bullet wasn't nearly as bad. He still stumbled back, though, cursing himself silently as he turned his 'hard side' toward the two shaky men. That bullet could have just as easily been aimed for the other side of his body... they slowly got over the surprise of someone taking a bullet to the chest and not even falling down.
He raised his crowbar to throw and hoped that they didn't get wise and start firing again, hist chest already felt like it was bruising pretty bad, and the bullet sticking into his skin wasn't helping. It looked like he wasn't going to make it, but a bus randomly crashing through the back wall gave him the edge he needed. As they reacted to the crash he worked without thinking, diving toward the close one and smacking him hard atop the head with his crow bar. He didn't even watch him fall as he rocketed the crowbar from his hand with all of his gathered force, sending it into the other guy's ribs as he tried to raise his weapon. The man flew into the doors of the bank, the long metal tool protruding from his gut.
He took three deep breaths as he stared at the very dead men, and then turned to look at the others in the room. His eyes centered on the naked boy, and he quickly pulled off his long coat, stopping for a moment as he got to the right sleeve... it was starting to hurt to move his arm... God, the wound was going to take forever to heal, too.. that side always did... He hobbled over to the lizard boy quickly, picking the bullet out of his skin with a wince as he offered the coat. "Eh... It's eh... It's a little bit chilly in here." He shoved it off on him, checked to make sure the hostages were okay, and then quickly hobbled off toward the escaping boss.
He stopped at the back of the bus, looking at the damage for a second, and then into the front of it. There was a dying man, and cops starting to make their way in, but no Wilma... The safe area was the last option. A few hobbles later he was looking around in confusion. He spotted two downed men, and then... wait... wasn't that scared looking guy eh.. Garry? Yeah, something like that... Garry from the mansion... He had heard the Doc talking to him, and seen him on the way out of the med wing after his little nap there...
"Eh... G... uh... Hey you! Jesus are you okay? You're from the mansion, right?" He hurried to him, leaning down in an attempt put a comforting hand on his shoulder."It's all right, you're safe now." He paused, though... as he realized something. He had looked right into Wilma's eyes when he had begged for that girl's life... Garrets looked exactly the same. "Wait a second..."
Koga had smacked his head and then the cold cold marble floor was sending him off to sleep. A got shot to Saph had him reeling to wake up. they were fighting crime for goodness sake. And he was having to try to stay awake. He wove himself into the coat…Saph must feel like his coat was worn by one to many naked young men these days. He glanced around the room and the gun man were taken out, he rose to his feet slowly looking around the area. He grabbed a rifle and covered the back room that was the only place a moving robber had been. Saph went after them, but he could also take a bullet and he was only after getting the hostages out of her. in a quiet and calm voice he spoke to those spread out on the ground.
“Ssslowly.” He stated firmly. “ Ssslowly move out of the line of sssight of this hallway, after you aren’t out of sssight, hual your assssesss out of here asss fassst asss you can.” At the hesitation of the few he whispered to. He encouraged. “I have you covered, go.”
And just like that the hostage base trickled away. People fled from the offices, and he sat there waiting as every last person he could see was out. and then slowly but surely he paced his way toward the back. No one was moving anywhere, he was surprised the swat hadn’t rushed the place yet, but maybe they heard mutants had it handled. Who knows! He paced to the back room to find one lone robber with a bag of money hunkered down.
They had themselves a stand off. There was at least one hostage that he could see off to the right but he didn’t know if the robber saw him there. He certainly wasn’t going to risk the civilian. But he had to hurry it up.
He set the rifle down and lost the coat once more. Up the wall across the ceiling and down again . before the man even knew what was going on his air was leaving him. Saph was bleeding. He looked around and then grabbed one of the phones. He dialed nine one one, “ Hi thisss Isss Ryuichi Koga of xavier’s sister school, I’m in the bank, I think we have neutralized all the threatsss in the robbery, we need an ambulance, I think itsss time to sssend in ssswat to make sssure though. ssstill sssome civiliansss in here the bank guysss had masksss on and all matching clothesss." He hung up the phone. and sighed.
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