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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It was sometime well past midnight and Amber was currently walking from the 7/11, ice cream bar in hand, back to Sanctuary. Ever since the encounter with the angry mob at the pet store she hadn't been going out late at night nearly as often as she used to, but sometimes, well, she just couldn't help herself. She was nocturnal by nature, her sensitive skin preventing her from going outside during the daylight hours, and a sudden craving for ice cream had overcome her. She hadn't gone too far away from Sanctuary, only a handful of blocks really, and it wasn't like she couldn't' defend herself if need be. After all, she could change into all sorts of dinosaurs and as long as her assailants didn't happen to have guns and didn't happen to be a part of angry mobs, she figured she'd been fine.
On the way to the 7/11 Amber had been exactly right and no one had appeared as a threat at all. The walk there was completely uneventful and actually rather relaxing. Once inside she did spot several rather unruly looking guys in the back of the store that smelled strongly of alcohol, but she didn't pay any attention to them. What could they possibly have to do with her anyway? So, she had simply purchased her ice cream and walked out. Even the cashier was polite enough not to stare for more than a second or two. Props to her for sure, she was a keeper.
It was only on the way back to Sanctuary that things took a potentially ugly turn. A crash behind her caused Amber to turn around and discover that all three drunken idiots had decided to follow her. They were pointing and laughing in a most cruel manner. She mentally sighed to herself, not truly feeling afraid, at least not yet. If she could escape angry mobs (at least with help) and survive attempted knifings, surely she could deal with a trio of drunk teenagers looking for trouble. They weren't even armed, from what she could see. Still, she really didn't want to have to fight them and there was always the vulnerable period while shifting.
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With a sigh, Detective Jorge Cervantes walked slowly through the late night streets of New York. Though it was most foolish for anyone to take such strolls leisurely, he did not fear. It was not because he was an officer or that he was a mutant with the ability to control water, instead it was because he had one of the most threatening bodyguard one could ever hope to have with him. Ahead of him, on a loose leash was trotted happily his white bulldog Lizzie with tongue hanging out happily. She strutted ahead of him, stopped to sniff every OTHER object she came across and issued out a few forceful, gruff barks at every alleyway and thus startled any cat which lounged in the vicinity.
Jorge, dressed in a regular pair of jeans and a dark gray t-shirt and unzipped coat, only walked in silence with a song that played in his head. He sighed as he breathed in the night air and immediately compared it to his night walks in Miami. He could feel the different energy in the breeze that wafted around him and his strutting dog and immediately took notice that New York at night simply…smelled different than Miami. While his former home smelled of the ocean and heat, New York was indeed different. He smelled industry and simply the presence of human life.
He continued on and reminisced about his former life when he caught the neon glow of a 7-11 at the corner. Inside he saw only a couple of people but outside, he saw and heard the sounds of trouble that brewed. It looked like a trio of drunken teens were trying to harass a young girl who appeared to be extremely pale.
Immediately with arms raised, Jorge changed his course and quickly caught up to the situation, his dog growled and looked warily between the drunks. Lizzie barked as soon as she caught a whiff of the alcohol. The large detective, if he could have growled would have, glanced between all those present and caught the young girl out of the corner of his eyes.
“Excuse me gentlemen,” he said suddenly and startled the couple who had not seen them. “I believe there are laws against public drunkenness.” Before they could protest or hassle him any, Jorge hand suddenly drove into his back pocket and produced his badge. He flipped it open and held it for them all to see. “As you can see, this gives me the right to knock your heads around it you continue to harass innocent people. Do any of you really want a demonstration?”
Amber prepared herself for the fight to come. It wasn't that she wanted to fight, quite the contrary in fact. She wasn't a violent person at all and hated to see people hurt, especially if she knew it was her own fault. But she was also a practical person and when it came right down to it, she'd rather the night end with her own body in tact than to give in her her squeamishness against violence. If it came down to them or her, she'd pick her every time. Not that she had any plans of killing them, even if that's what her sister would have done, not at all. Maybe a scratch here or there or, if she got really lucky, maybe just the mere presence of a walking talking dinosaur would be enough to send them running. Well, walking dinosaur at least.
Before Amber could even begin to trigger her change, though, an unexpected event occurred. A man, apparently an officer, came to her defense. Her defense. Amber Thirsis. A mutant. It was a little hard to wrap her head around it, really. If such a thing would have been unexpected before her mutation developed, it was doubly so now that she numbered among the visible freaks.
All three of the drunken thugs turned around at the entrance of the officer. Apparently while intoxicated there was only room to pay attention to one thing at a time. Had Amber been a different person and had she all ready been transformed, she might have attacked them right then and there. Sometimes she wished she was that different person but, alas, unless for strictest self defense reasons, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I believe there are laws against muties walking the street at night," one of the thugs offered up in response to the officer, his voice slurring slightly. None of the three looked like they were about to back down, the alcohol in their systems making them brave and stupid. Amber mentally sighed at the situation. This was her life now, to be constantly harassed in the streets simply because of her genetics. Would there ever be a time when she'd be able to leave the Sanctuary or Mansion walls in safety and peace?
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God if I lit a match in front of these guy’s mouths he’d breathe fire, Jorge thought as he took an involuntary step away from the teens.
Several things had already set him off about the situation. Not only were these kids harassing a young girl, but she was a mutant at that. These morons displayed that same close-minded ignorance that always managed to rub him the wrong way. For too many years he had seen this type of hatred in nearly all its forms from race to gender to religion to politics, the list goes on. Unfortunately people always find something to hate about another. This struck him a little more deeply though. Not only because the victim here was young, but also because he himself knew what it was like to be a harassed mutant. Tends to happen when your power manifests in a public setting and people either hate or love you because they think you’re some reborn messiah.
Jorge slowly moved into the group and put himself between the young girl and the drunken teenagers. He glanced at her over his shoulder and whispered, “You okay?”
“Yo, what are cops doing protecting a mutant anyways?” one of the teens slurred “Aren’t you supposed to protect us normal people from them?”
Lizzie growled menacingly as she stood by her master and eyed the bad smelling individuals.
“The only people I see here that are of any threat right now are you three,” he flatly said. “And right now none of you helping your case. Leave right now before I haul all your butts in for underage drinking and public intoxication and let you all sleep this off in the drunk tank!”
He locked eyes with each of the teenagers with his ground stood and unmovable. It was obvious that the dedicated officer was not going to back down from this trio of drunken fools but unfortunately, they were not going anywhere either. That was the problem when teenage hormones mixed with alcohol, it breed a sense of invulnerability that they simply did not possess. The detective had seen it too many times before and now was no different than any of those. His fist clenched as he reached out with his senses and…there…he felt it, the water that dripped from a faucet in a nearby alley. Hand closed he started walk backwards, yet still looked strong and in charged. He turned partially to speak to the young mutant.
“Here Miss,” he said politely, “allow me to walk you hom-”
Just before he could finish, his body immediately reacted. He caught the quick movement of one of the teenagers as he swing his hand forward. The glint of glass as it passed through the light of a street lamp immediately indicated that one of them had hurled his beer bottle. Since he was a kid, Jorge had practiced his abilities to the point that half the time, he reacted without realization. A sudden sweep of his hand and the nearby water he felt reacted to his summons. A jet of water shot out from the dark and struck the glass bottle before it could make contact with his head.
Cling…Cling…Cling…
The bottle struck the pavement hard, smashed off the neck and rolled away into the street. The sidewalk grew silent in the late night as the three astounded kids watched as Jorge stood between them and their harassed victim as a snake thin stream of water encircled and rotated around one of his forearms.
“You, really don’t want to take this any further,” he said as he watched each of them closely.
Why did so many humans have such a problem with mutants, Amber wondered sadly. She didn't have a problem with humans, not those that left her alone nor those few that were actually friendly towards her. She really didn't want to hate them or fear them, but people like the drunken idiots before her made that very difficult. What had she ever done to them? Absolutely nothing because until that moment she hadn't even seen them before in her life. It was the black eyes, plain and simple, that caused them to hate so irrationally. How did they even know she was dangerous? Of course she was, if she wanted to be, but she was only truly dangerous if against a wall. Her power, even when uncontrolled, was only dangerous to herself, never to anyone else. After all, it wasn't them that suffered if she accidentally transformed into a Deinonychus. It wasn't them that had to deal with the stares, ridicule and thrown objects.
“You okay?” Amber nodded silently. The teens hadn't actually done anything to her aside from hurt her feelings and she could recover from hurt feelings.
It felt good to have an officer of the law actually standing up for her. In fact, it felt good to Amber to have anyone standing up for her, something that seemed to be happening more and more often lately, although it was only ever mutants that seemed to help her. She was one of their own, so maybe it only made sense. She watched carefully as things developed, preparing herself in case she was forced to transform and help the officer.
Just when Amber was about to agree to be walked home by the nice officer, she realized all at once that he wasn't a uniquely understanding human, but in fact a mutant himself and while that didn't take away from what he was doing for her, it did make her a little bit sad. Of course no human would ever defend one such as herself. Of course only a mutant would care enough to go out on a limb for her. Because she was a mutant and even those humans that didn't hate her because of what she was, didn't consider her worthy of defending. They considered her something less than human.
One of the thugs tried to strike the officer with a glass bottle and instead of hitting him, the officer summoned a jet of water from somewhere which intercepted the bottle. Amber watched mutely and the teens stared, milling about in confusion. This wasn't what they had expected at all, not one mutant but two! It was clear that, finally, they were realizing that they might be in trouble if they continued this fight.
"You should leave now," Amber informed them boldly, seeing that she had backup now and maybe, just maybe, her words might just get through their thick alcohol infused skulls. "You've seen what he can do, you don't even know what I can do yet. She stared at them, knowing how unnerving her pitch black eyes could be.
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The stand-off was racked with tension as the two mutants stared down the surprised, drunken teenagers whom stood far away from them. It was true, these kids did not want to mess with these two, especially the angry, water manipulating police officer, but unfortunately too much alcohol had that effect. It disabled a person’s reason and made it difficult for them to make the correct decision. Yet, as soon as they witnessed the officer and his abilities, it seemed to have had a sobering effect on them. Slowly the three, their eyes were red not only from alcohol but from anger as well, started to back away.
The lead one, the punk who had thrown the bottle pointed and yelled out. “This isn’t over yet, you freaks!” He and his three buddies stumbled away, drunken but mumbled in slurred whispers and continued to glance back at the two mutants, as if they plotted for another attack.
Lizzie, Jorge’s bulldog, snorted in their direction and turned. She looked up at the young mutant with a dog’s smile that included her tongue which hung out.
Jorge slowly turned and kept his eyes on the trio as they disappeared around the corner but not before they shot him another murderous look. After they were gone he turned back to the young mutant and gave her a friendly a smile as the grizzly detective could give.
“Well I think it would be a good idea if I did accompany you home,” he said warmly as he held out his hand. “My name is Jorge. I’m a detective for the NYPD.”
As he said his greeting, the water which had snaked around his arm slowly started to dissipate before it fell to the ground in a splash. The water ran and disappeared between the cracks in the concrete as he shook the young woman’s hand. Normally Jorge was not one to take walks so late but it was a good thing he decided to do so tonight. He watched the young mutant’s pitch black eyes and he had to admit there was a certain miniscule amount of oddness there, but then again, in the world as this one, little surprised him anymore.
He glanced one more time in the direction that the punks disappeared behind and his gut pulled at him. They were morons, but something told him they were not done for the night. He then turned back to the young woman and gave her a reassured smile.
“Come on,” he said warmly. “Let’s go- No! Lizzie!” The bulldog immediately set upon the girl. She rose up on her hind legs and pressed her front paws on the girl’s legs and began to whine. She was begging to be petted.
Amber watched, relieved, as the drunken teenagers made their escape, even if they did continue to curse mutants as they went. It was becoming all to common for her to have to deal with such things when she went out and it just didn't seem fair. She hadn't done anything to them, not a damn thing, and yet they hated her simply because her eyes looked a little different than theirs. Of course life wasn't fair, but that didn't make it any more pleasant to deal with. She wished it were possible to look normal again. Like the officer who had come to save her, he could fit in just about anywhere.
"M-my name's Amber," Amber replied quietly, the sadness obvious in her voice. "And its n-nice of you to offer to walk me home. I c-can take care of myself though, if I have to." It wasn't that she was refusing his offer to walk her home, she was actually glad of the offer, but she just wanted to make it clear that she could take care of herself. Because she knew that being outside so late at night was considered dangerous. She wasn't nearly as niave as some people tended to think, just because she had a speech impediment and was small boned and sickly looking.
Suddenly the large bulldog made a leap for Amber and she tensed in fear, shutting her eyes tight and expecting to feel teeth and claws dig into her skin. When that didn't happen she opened her eyes a crack only to realize that the dog wasn't a man eater, he just wanted attention. With a sheepish giggle she obliged, relaxing and petting the creature, making sure to give him a good scratch behind the ears like all dogs seemed to like.
"M-maybe when my iguana is big enough I'll t-take him with me for walks when I go out," Amber suggested with a shy smile. She'd like to see anyone attack her then, when she had a 6 ft lizard walking at her side.
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Scratches feel good…I love scratches!
Lizzie happily received Amber’s pets as she sat still and just reveled in the attention she was getting. If there was one thing that still little dog loved more than her human’s pancakes, it was to receive plenty of pets and ear scratches. After all, she was a good Lizzie all of the time, so why not constantly reward her whenever she asked for it politely? Besides, the new human was good at it, therefore, it meant she should scratch Lizzie if she asked.
Dog logic…
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught her human leaning down and he too began to scratch behind her ears, along with the new human! Her tongue out, she simply loved the attention and basked in it for all that it was worth.
Scratches feel good…
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Jorge grinned as he stood up, after he just kneeled to scratch and pet Lizzie behind the ears. After he had stood up, he shook his head and gave her a mock, scowl-like look. He knew his dog knew how to get what she wanted from people. Half the time he suspected her of being a mutant, some super intelligent dog that knew how to work people over until she got was she wanted. Still though, he had to admit that he loved the little terror.
“Sorry about that,” he said with a small smile. “As you can see, when she demands something, there’s no question about whether or not she gets it.”
He smirked as he leaned down and gave Lizzie a firm, loving pat on her side and she immediately stood up. Jorge waved his hand down the sidewalk to indicate that they should begin walking. In the stillness of the late New York night, all was quiet. Only few cars passed in the streets and minimal people were still out, either going to work, coming home, or off to commit some sort of illicit act. Yet the detective felt no fear as he walked the young woman back and tried to make casual conversation with her. He had heard her say that she could take care of herself if she needed to. He knew that must have meant that she had some ability. What that could be, he knew not. But either way, it would not have been right to let her walk home alone, whatever her abilities may comprise of.
As they turned onto another sidewalk, Lizzie trotted happily and Jorge gave the young Amber another reassured smile.
“So you came out…past midnight…for ice cream?” He said with his brow raised. He then smirked and shrugged his shoulders, “Well I really can’t blame you for that. Still, you should have at least come out with a friend. You never know with the people who come out this late.”
Amber liked dogs. While she wasn't a dog person, per say, she still liked them. Maybe not to have one herself, but she knew where to scratch and pet to make them happy and, really, there wasn't much one needed to do to make a dog happy. It was more accurate to say that she was an animal person in general. They were so much simpler than humans. All you needed to do was feed them and love them and they'd love you back in return. Unlike humans which were often cruel despite any kindness shown them.
"The intelligence of d-dogs is v-very underrated," Amber informed Jorge with a grin, accepting his apology easily. Now that there were no longer people around trying to beat her up, she was feeling much better about the night. Here she was with a friendly mutant police officer who may have just saved her life, or at leas saved her from some definite hardship and her mind and body were both fully in tact. Either that, or it was just the enthusiasm of the furry barking creature that was contagious.
“So you came out…past midnight…for ice cream?”
Amber sobered at the question, her expression turning sad. "I c-can't really go out during the day. B-because of my mutation. So I come out at night even though I know its d-dangerous. B-But I can take care of myself. If I have to." Sure, maybe she didn't look like much, all 5' of her and under 100 lbs but what the man didn't know, nor most other people for that matter, was that she could turn into a 3 ton dinosaur complete with 2 ft horns. So when she claimed to be able to take care of herself, well, she certainly meant it.
What Amber didn't realize is that the thugs that had been frightened away were far from gone from her life. In fact, instead of fleeing far away to go sober up like any good teenager should, they had found friends. Quite a few friends. She also didn't realize that in a few short minutes, unless she suddenly gained the ability to teleport which was seeming doubtful all things considered, those same thugs would return with their backup. Indeed, she was blissfully unaware that things hadn't even begun their downward spiral yet.
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“I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself,” he said with some reassurance.
The truth was that he did not doubt it. After all in all his time and dealings with mutants he has seen the most innocent looking people have some of the most devastating powers. But as he looked at the young mutant again, he wondered what it could possibly be? He could not even begin to imagine since the only visibility to her mutation was her extremely pale skin, pale skin that apparently seemed to keep her from going out in the sun. For that he almost instantly felt his heart pang. To not be able to go out in the sunlight? For ever caught in the dark? It was not a thought he liked to think about, much less hear of a young mutant afflicted with it.
But the melancholy did not last long. After all, she seemed to be doing well with her small limitations and it was obvious that she was a scrapper. In his opinion, it is always the scrappers who out last everyone else.
With a small smile, they continued on. Jorge kept his eye out as he escorted Amber back to her home. He was not sure where that was, so instead he simply let her lead and he followed. He had feared the return of that troubling trio that tried to harass her, but thankfully nothing had happened so far. He could not see hide nor hair of them so he figured they were in the clear…until they turned another corner. Without a word, Jorge grabbed the young mutant and pulled her back around the corner, inadvertently causing her to squeak in surprise.
“Did you see them?” he asked cautiously. As soon as he had rounded the corner with her, Jorge took sight of a duo of teenagers, one of which carried a baseball bat and the other had a gun tucked into his belt.
Though it was quick for him to assume that they could be affiliated with the trio of drunken fools whom he had run across earlier, it did not take long for them to identify themselves. They shouted about looked for some pale mutant with a large man walking with her. It was obvious that they were on the hunt for them. Jorge cursed under his breath as he glanced down to the young woman and gave her a quick smile.
“Hey, we’re going to be fine, okay?” he said as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. If he could place a quick call to the precinct, then he was sure that they could get some help. But just as he flipped open the phone, their stealth was interrupted.
“Yo! Those are the freaks that Donovan told us about!” One youth screamed as he brandished a shotgun. Two more were behind him, with various types of blunt and/or sharp instruments.
“Run!” He shouted as he pushed Amber into an alleyway, just in time for a shotgun blast to tear a chunk out of the brick wall of the alley they ducked into.
Jorge growled as Lizzie began to bark threateningly out at the alley’s entrance, trying to scare off whatever caused the loud noise. Jaw clenched, the detective tightened his fists as he reached out, searching for water and found it surging all around him, underneath the streets. He focused and pulled the water up through drainage pipes and storm drains, summoning just enough so that he would not overly push himself. Water bubbled on the sidewalk and with a quick raise of his arm, Jorge summoned a wall of liquid which shimmered and bubbled as a protective shield that surged more swiftly than it looked. It was not much, but it would buy time.
”Go on Amber,” he said through clenched teeth. ”We need to get to a clear place where I can call for back up.”
Amber thought Jorge seemed pretty nice. She'd never really had any encounters with the police before, except for the one time when they had tried to arrest her for accidentally running down a busy new york street as a Deinonychus but Shin and Sarah had pulled her out of harms way when that occurred and she had forgiven the cops shortly thereafter. Not the angry mob that was the start of the whole problem, of course, but at least the cops were just there doing their jobs and maybe it had been rather frightening to see a living breathing dinosaur. Aside from that, however, she'd always had a generally positive view of the police. Not a worshipful or hugely respectful view, of course, but positive in a 'they're ok by me' sort of way. Jorge's actions in trying to help her served to reinforce that opinion.
“Did you see them?”
Amber stopped at the question, anxiety worming its way down her neck. It couldn't be called few, not yet anyway, but it was there. She looked around, trying to spot whatever it was the water cop had spotted and failed. Surely they wouldn't be stupid enough to come back after they'd been scared away the first time would they? She was just about to turn back around and start moving again when an unpleasant thought managed to worm its way into her head. Maybe they would be stupid to come back, if they had backup and weapons.
Amber was about to suggest that maybe they should pick up the pace, after all Sanctuary was only a few more short blocks away, when suddenly she was pushed violently into the alley. She didn't hear what Jorge said to her, didn't hear anything aside from the shotgun blast that followed the shove. Guns, guns were bad, very very bad. She still had nightmares about being shot at the pet store and the gunshot sound this gun made sounded much louder than that one had. Or maybe it was just because that gunshot was now only memory and this one was solid and present right now. Run, she knew she should run, far far away, but her feet refused to move. Even when she saw the wall of water rise up, still her feet refused to move. The terror paralyzed her.
Instead of convincing her little feet to run, instead Amber felt the tell tale signs of a change coming on. It started out as a mere tingle before the tingle morphed into full fledged pain. Her skin dissolved only to be replaced by scales and feathers, her neck elongated and teeth and claws sprouted from her mouth and the ends of her fingers. Her stance was forced downwards slightly and a tail grew out from the end of her tailbone. Once the agonizing transformation was complete, a process that took less than a minute, she let out an angry trilling shriek of rage. They were trying to shoot at her? Well, now that she had claws and teeth, she'd show them what happened when you tried to shoot at a mutant!
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Okay, let’s see what the scorecard is since I’ve come to New York: Stopped a child who could freeze people’s brains… Met a man with literally, marbles in his head… Came across a cyborg woman… Ran into a were-scorpion (didn’t think anything would beat that one)… And now…a girl who changed herself into a dinosaur… … Yeah, New York is a very interesting place
The detective was simply dumbfounded. First he heard nothing from Amber, and immediately thought that maybe her silence meant that the girl was hit by a ricocheted buck shot. He had turned and tried to make sure she was okay, while at the same time tried to maintain the current in his wall of water. Outside of it, he could already hear the shocked voices of the gang members as they complained about how they would get through the surging current.
“What da hell man?”
“Just shoot through it!!”
Jorge growled at them as he heard another gun blast, but luckily the surging water sent the bullets way off course and bounced off the brick wall harmlessly. He turned his attention back to Amber, just as he witnessed one of the fools trying to stick his hand through the water, only to have it snap back and nearly break. As he was about to ask if she were hit or harmed in anyway, suddenly he took notice of some differences about her.
Are those scales? He thought to himself in surprise.
It was then that he knew for sure that this was no trick of the light, or stress induced hallucination. No. What he was witnessing was this young girl’s mutant abilities in effect. The strange incident looked painful for Amber and as much as he wanted to help, there was no way he was going to stop this from happening. Jorge tried hard to focus on keeping his wall of water up, as well as step back from the transformation that occurred in front of him. It was shocking to say the least, but before he knew it, Amber stood before him in the body of an extinct dinosaur.
“Oh…god…” he muttered to himself! And that never next second…she roared.
Jorge was not one to get startled easily, but when one sees a dinosaur up close, and up close as in face-to-face, not sitting in the front row of a movie theater, Jorge had to jump. Both he and Lizzie, his faith dog, stared in shock at the dinosaur before them. And unfortunately Amber diverted enough attention away from him to weaken his tidal wall enough for it to fall back harmlessly to the ground. It was then that the gang members outside the alley knew where that roar originated from as well.
“What the…?” One asked in shock.
“T-That’s what the freak can do? How’d it get here?”
“Who cares! Kill it!”
That praise snapped Jorge back to reality. Before he could fully comprehend of everything around him, he clenched his fists and brought the harmless puddle of water that had once been his wall back to life. With a quick outshoot of his hand, he sent a jet out water out and quickly slammed into the face of one of the gun holders. The move was enough to temporarily blind him and catch him off guard. Then, as he moved out of the way for Amber, he noticed his barking dog Lizzie as he struggled against the leash. They were outnumbered and…I guess I need all the help I can get.
As their attackers were disoriented by the dinosaur in front of them, Jorge summoned more water to circle protectively around him and shouted at as loud as he could to his girl Lizzie…
“DAKOTA!”
Only to be used in the most dire of circumstances, Jorge watches as Lizzie usually calm and quiet demeanor strange. Upon hearing the attack word, Lizzie, after he let go of her leash, suddenly charged forward, quicker than she looked. Before any of the gang members could comprehend, Lizzie found herself at the legs of the nearest man, leapt up, and bite down HARD…
CHOMP!
…at the man’s…inner thigh.
Jorge grinned momentarily as the man squealed in a note he was sure he could never reach normally. He then turned back to the alley to see if Amber was still okay.
There was power in the ability to shift forms, more power than most realized. Amber's human form was weak and vulnerable, with thing fleshy skin, underdeveloped muscles and inadequate senses. Her dinosaur forms however, each and every one of them, were superior in their own unique ways, each adapted to the rigors of survival in the Mesozoic era. As a Deinonychus her skin was covered in tough scales and feathers, her senses were pinpoint sharp and she had deadly claws and teeth that surpassed all but the largest human held knife. Not only was she stronger than most humans and much stronger than she was as a human, but she was also faster.
Amber let out a second trilling rage filled shriek, sounding every bit the raptor of the sky. Which of course, she should sound like modern day falcons and hawks, each of whom were her very distant relatives. What was she, after all, if not a much larger land-bound falcon? If these drunken fools of men were stupid enough to mess with her, she'd show them the error of their ways in definitive fashion. She was not going to be the victim any longer!
Amber didn't register the command word given from Jorge to his dog, only saw the flash of the dog running and attacking the nearest thug. A moment later, she took her own cue from the animal and charged, aiming for the man with the shotgun. He didn't even have time to react, uncoordinated and intoxicated as he was, before Amber was upon him. In those moments she realized just how dangerous she really was. Should she choose to do so, she knew she could end his life in an instant. Her claws could tear through his fragile flesh right to the veins and her teeth could clamp onto his neck, puncturing it dozens of times and perhaps even snapping it with a twist of her long neck.
Amber did none of those things though, not desiring to have a death on her conscience. So what if these men had done something unforgivable in harassing her and trying to beat her to the ground? They still deserved a second chance. She wasn't a god to decide life or death of anyone. So, instead of going to the places of most vulnerability, her pointed teeth clamped onto the man's hand, causing him to screech in agony and drop the gun to the ground. Warm coppery blood flooded her mouth just as the bitter smell of urine assaulted her nostrils.
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Jorge still had a hard time trying to wrap his head around what he had just witnessed. For a second part of him really wanted to believe that maybe he was just seeing things, that maybe it was a trick of the light, or stress at being attacked, but the truth was, deep down, Jorge had to believe what was going on. After all, he was a man who could control one of the most basic and numerous elements on the planet…water. So, if he could do that, what was so unbelievable about a young woman who could turn into a dinosaur? He already be a were-scorpion once. All this only added to the grandness that was the tapestry of mutant kind.
Being a mutant, Jorge had always had problems with how people treated him and his kind. After all, half the times their abilities could be beautiful and awe inspiring as well as dangerous. But the same thing can be said for regular human talent and ingenuity. Look at people like Albert Einstein. He was human and he had one of the most brilliant minds, yet he worked on the Manhatten Project. When compared to someone like Amber, Jorge saw no difference. Her powers were terrifying yes, but when was the last time a human actually got to see a walking, breathing dinosaur? A piece of history come alive?
Jorge, having another member in a headlock continued to muse to himself as the man slowly struggled against him to the point that he finally passed out. He left him drop to the floor and ducked as another gang member came at him with a baseball and swung high.
“Rule one,” he said as he delivered a strong right hook and connected with the man’s jaw. “Never go for head shots straight on.”
Next the man, enraged by the detective’s casualness charged at him with the baseball bat raised high.
“Rule two,” Jorge took a quick step the left to the dodge the downward strike that would have split his head and in two, and struck hard at the man’s bread basket with his fist, knocking all the wind out of him and forcing him to crumple to the ground in a heap of whizzes and coughs. “Never leave your stomach unguarded.”
The gang was starting to disperse, he noticed. The dinosaur in front of them seemed too terrifying to stand up to and many had started to flee, others that were less fortunate lay on the ground in heaps of unconsciousness or pain stricken piles. Jorge looked and grinned when he saw that Lizzie and her teeth sunk into another of their attackers and turned back to check on Amber. He noticed that despite all the sharp teeth and claws, nobody was being killed. In the back of his head, he was thankful for that. After all, she was only defending herself and she seemed to show some great restraint.
He sighed as he called to her. “They’re starting to run off, Amber. I think you’re safe.”
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Amber did not let her current sense of power get to her head. It would have been easy to do so, far too easy, but she kept her wits about her. It wasn't in her nature to embrace violence. While it was true that she was willing to defend herself and in her predatory forms she felt no squemishness at the fact that she had blood flowing into her mouth and living flesh beneath her teeth, those were the feelings of a predator and it went little beyond the realities of food. She might one day be a competant fighter, but she would never crave it and it would never fuel her existance. Learning to fight was a fact of life but that didn't make such a fact pleasant. It was merely a fact of life, plain and simple.
As soon as Amber became aware of the fact that the thugs were beginning to skatter she let go of her grip on the man's hand. As much as he deserved it, she hoped she haden't injured him permanently, the hand being one of those delicate areas of the body. As he fled, blood dripped from the wound behind him. She turned her attention back to Jorge to find that he was also unharmed.
Once the final gang member had fled, or at least the final gang member that was able to flee, Amber lifted a hand to Jorge to indicate that she would need a minute. Taking he robes in her teeth, she ran behind a building and began shifting, putting her robes back on hastily once finished. She wiped the blood from her face as best as she was able, staining her robes. Then again, her adopted father had money so it wasn't like it would be a great difficulty to replace them.
Once properly attired once again, Amber returned back to the open. "Sh-should we call an ambulence for them?" she asked, pointing at the the few injured and moaning figures that remained upon the ground. Power she might have and might even enjoy, but that didn't mean she enjoyed the idea of that power causing others to suffer. What it must be like for those poor mutants whose powers ended up accidentially hurting others or worse she couldn't imagine.
