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.
The motorcycle roared through the streets of the city as Vicente de la Sangre weaved in and out of traffic. He was still curious about this meeting. He didn't know who this person was that contacted him, but what was most irritating was that fact that she so much as knew about him. Vicente did a pretty good job about keeping the rumors about him secret and leaving no survivors but for some reason, some how, this person caught wind of who and what he was. So it was not so much that he was intrigued to meet this person, it was that he wanted to know exactly how they knew anything about him.
That was something he simply could not let go. However this person new of him, he needed to know exactly who they were and what they wanted with him.
Zipping past cars on the street, Vicente weaved through until he finally caught sight of the meeting place. Corleone's Thoroughbred Pub, the sign flicked in front of him in a pale green neon. It was the place that people heard rumors about. Only the most foulest and loathsome creatures came to this hole in the dirt unless they were hiding from someone, were doing something illegal, or were absolutely insane.
Vicente set out the kickstand and then killed the engine. With a sigh he leaned back in his seat as he stared across the way at the doorway. He swore that the front door alone looked as if it were a giant, gleaming cockroach that the owners had trained to just stand guard. The place was utterly disgusting and so much so that even HE never went to it.
“Why would they want to meet here?” he grumbled.
Slipping the key to his bike in his pocket, he adjusted his leather jacket and checked inside to make sure that his blades were still sheathed safely across his belt. He didn’t want to take any chances. He could very well be walking into a trap again, but this person knew too much. He was willing to risk it.
He stalked towards the door, sighed as he pulled it open and crept his way inside. It time for him to meet whoever this mysterious person was…
The bar was crowed and these were not her people. Not anymore. Now they were just pawns. Or maybe bees was the better term. Bees in a hive just waiting to get all stirred up.
Geo sat next to her. She wasn't entirely happy that he was even here, but Lisa was right. How many times had Lori gotten herself into a scrape and come home hurt? She'd even gotten shot, which hurt a heck of a lot more than TV made it look like.
With her faded and holy jeans, a white tee shirt and what appeared to be something like a short matador's jacket, Lori didn't quite ft in with the mostly leather apparel. She looked too clean, too put together and in all likelihood too young.
She craned her neck when the door opened. Not him. Another sigh and she almost, almost reached for the drink in front of her before she remembered where she was and the probability of it being roofied, poisoned or worse: in a really unsanitary glass.
"He doesn't know you're coming so just lay low for a bit, okay? I'd rather not spook him into doing something he'll regret." Lori had gone over the "plan" if she could call it that. Talk to Vicente to make sure he sounded as competent as he was recommended. Then, stir the bee hive and see if he really was as competent as he was recommended.
It should be easy. Bing, bang, boom, she'd go horse shopping with him and then set the man loose on New York to implicate Sebastian in more crimes. The poor unicorn was new to all this evil stuff. She was just lending him a hand to build his rep as a bad ass stallion. Yeah! The thoroughbred of sin. Lori could just see it now... people would fear his evil death whinny.
Hehe. She couldn't wipe the stupid grin off her face. Not even when the door opened again and by all accounts that had to be him. Nobody else, not even in this bar was as ugly. The blonde slid off her bar stool and pitter pattered up to the stranger. Metal at his waist, something in his pocket, belt buckle... As her magnetic field moved past the items, she tried to take note of anything glaringly dangerous. He didn't seem to have enough metal on him for a gun.
"Hi!" Oh dang. That came out way too cheery for someone who wanted to hire a mutant killer. But the idea of Sebastian and his death whinny... Lori coughed and tried to sound a bit more somber. "Can I buy you a beer?"
This was Geo’s kind of place. The familiar smell of booze and tobacco smoke rose through the air, late ‘80s rock music played loudly over a jukebox but no one could tell what song was playing because of the loud crowd. Lori looked out of place amongst the leather-bound crowd that stumbled around the bar clinging to each other and shouting at each other.
Geo wore a pair of loose fitting black jeans, a plain white muscle shirt and a tight leather jacket that clung to his muscular form. His hair hung slightly over his face barely covering his eyes and he hadn’t shaved in almost a week so his scruffy exterior helped him blend into the crowd rather well. Had it not been for Lori’s occasional statement towards him one would thing he was another poor chump hunched over the bar drowning away his problems with cheap beer.
"He doesn't know you're coming so just lay low for a bit, okay? I'd rather not spook him into doing something he'll regret."
Geo took a long swing of his beer that sat in a tall mug on the wood topped bar. ”Lay low. Not a problem.” The young mutant reached into his jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and lit it. Taking a long drag he couldn’t help but think of how this whole thing just felt awkward. First of all he knew Lori would have preferred to be here by herself, she didn’t need Geo and they both knew it. Not that he was complaining. He was trying to get back into the swing of the Order, it had been quite some time since he had actually been called on to do a task and getting asked to come along to help Lori was defiantly a way to get his foot back in the door. At first it was rough for him to respect Lori as a leader, heck the first time he met here he and Abyss ended up fleeing a bar with her in tow. Geo was starting to warm to the idea though, she was a completely different person now than she was the day they first met. Of course that didn’t mean Geo didn’t have to fight back every urge in his body to hit on her because he defiantly did but he knew that she was his boss and what she said was his law.
As Lori slid out of her seat Geo risked a glance over his shoulder. The man she walked towards defiantly seemed rough. The man just looked like he was a battle-hardened veteran that knew how to handle himself. Not that Geo wouldn’t have jumped to take on the man if Lori snapped her fingers but he was sure glad that they weren’t here to try and take out this guy. Shaking his head as he took another drag of his cigarette Geo leaned back against the bar, cheap tasteless beer in hand. Now Lori was talking to the man all he had to do was wait and watch so in the mean time…
”Hey how’s it going?” Geo said with a sly smile on his face to the attractive brunette sitting next to him, watching Lori and the stranger out of the corner of his eye.
Vicente stepped into the bar and the very first thing that he noticed about this dive was the smell. Old tobacco, alcohol, and something that he could only identity as “Iccccck!” filled the air with a putrid stench that anyone with any class would have avoided. Normally Vicente liked to think that he had some class about him, but he quickly shunned that thought as he glanced about. He was not here visiting on a social call. He had work to and most importantly, he intended to get it done.
Now…if he could just figure out exactly who it was he was here to meet. He got the message but whoever it was did not leave a name or even a vague descript of who he was. Normally Vicente would have ignored a note like that, but it was details that were included about him that drew his attention.
They knew him, but he didn’t know them. He hated odds like that. He disliked for anyone, absolutely anyone to have the upper hand on him; especially when the upper hand was comprised of personal details.
A snarl on his lips he stepped further into the bar. Where the hell was this person? Why all the cloak and dagger?
He slipped through as if he actually belonged to the motley crew of scumbags that were already occupying the bar. Then again, being dressed in jeans and a leather jacket seemed like it was the standard dress code around this place. He would have to look extra carefully for whoever his contact was…
>> "Hi!...Can I buy you a beer?"[/color]
He paused and blinked and suddenly there seemed to be a BLATANTLY mis-dressed blonde behind him. He arched his brow as he tilted his head and looked her over carefully. Why did this person think she was? A grunted as he turned and attempted to walk around her and over to the bar...
He… told her no? Lori giggled and that sound alone was enough to draw attention from those around. Besides the brunette next to Geo (surprise, surprise) and one of the bar tenders, the estrogen levels were pretty low in these parts. That wasn't to say that there weren't women in the bar. It was maybe a 50/50 split. The problem was most of the women had muscles and mustaches as robust as the men next to them.
"Were you expecting someone taller?" The blonde managed to take a few well placed steps in order to keep herself between the man and the bar without making it look like an annoying little sister trying to play keep away. "I assure you this isn't a beer you don't want to turn down, Mr. of the blood."
She wasn't used to pursuing people. Persuading? Pressuring? Pleasuring? Yeah, but there was just a little special something about the mental chase that made her shine with bemused delight.
Lori turned to catch the eye of the bar tender and raise two fingers. If she were alone, would she have been pompous enough to turn her back to a strange and dangerous man?
Geo tried not to watch Lori directly, he didn’t want to scare off Mr. Mustache but it was hard for him to look at the gorgeous blonde from this angle.
”Hi, I’m Suzy.” The girl said with a smile as she looked over Geo’s scruffy exterior. He half gave her a smile, barely in the interaction his attention was focused on Lori who was now beginning to talk to the mysterious man. Unfortunately however Geo couldn’t make out what was being said over the rabble of the bar.
”I’m Terry, nice to meet you.” Geo said through his famous charming smile. He gave a fake name knowing that if trouble were to go down, as it would, he didn’t want his signature on the mess. ”Now what brings a lovely lady like you to a hole in the wall like this joint?” He wasn’t really interested in the answer. It was to keep her talking, help her blend him into the background. The big man spoke something to Lori and then attempted to walk by her though was quickly blocked by the nimble blond as she sidestepped back into his path, apparently making her intentions known.
”I’m here with one of my brother’s friends but he’s off playing pool…”
The rest didn’t really register with Geo though he made it seem as though he was honestly interested in what she had to say. His eyes scanned the room and he looked Suzy up and down with a smile. It was a shame, a gorgeous girl was the kind he would flip his moves into overdrive for. Lori made a quick gesture and Geo turned his head quickly adjusting his full attention to her only to realize she was calling for the bartender…false alarm. Turning back to the now slightly agitated Suzy he apologized with a smile.
Vicente turned to leave the woman behind. He was not in the mood to pick up some damn matador hookers. Maybe later, but as of the moment, he was too busy trying to figure out who the hell had contacted him and what they wanted. He especially wanted to know how they even knew about him. Vicente could not let information like that just float around freely, after all. Once he found this person he would make sure to have some choice words for him.
But as he headed to the bar, he was suddenly barred by a small, blonde-headed roadblock. He ground his teeth. She really needed to get the hint. Besides, she was far too…blonde…
He bared his teeth at her irritating sight.
“Listen, lady—“
>> "Were you expecting someone taller?"
He found his voice caught in his throat as he arched his eyebrow. He looked her up and down and really was finding this hard to believe. There was simply no way. It just could not be--
>> "I assure you this isn't a beer you don't want to turn down, Mr. ‘of-the-blood’." [/color]
Ice flew through his veins and Vicente cracked his neck to the side. He cleared his throat as he looked at her closely. It looked as if a cool breeze could snap her in half. She needed to be at home painting her nails instead of running around dressing like jailbait for a bunch of nutjobs in a dive bar like this one was. It was absolutely ridiculous.
He sighed as he looked around the bar. So far there was no one else watching them, well…at least not him. Most of the men were leering at the woman in front of him. And most of those who were situated behind her were the ones leering. After all, they did get an excellent view of her butt.
He sighed as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
“Alright, what’s the gag, huh?” he asked as he tilted his head to look down at her. “What are you the secretary or something?”
Lori sighed and talked as she led the big scary man to a table. "I told him it wouldn't work." Of all the chauvinist, pig-headed things for him to say... this was at least workable. Nobody ever believed she was the boss and really this afforded her a certain familiarity that the usual hire-er and hire-ee wouldn't get.
"Look, my boss? He's really into the whole secret thing. You'll be dealing with me because I know what he wants and needs most. That's why he has me and why he wants you." Lori brushed what she hoped was a peanut off the chair before she took a seat.
The bartender dropped off two bottles of beer rather than the house tap, which Lori appreciated, but she still caught his elbow before he could scuttle back behind the wooden bar. "Can I have a straw?" He wasn't sure if he had a straw, but a little digging in his apron earned Lori a swizzle stick. Good enough.
Lori opened her beer with her fingers. She had the callus and finger strength even if her hands creaked a bit from the tight wires under her skin. Then she used her swizzle to sip daintily at the beer she had opened in such a manly way.
"Of how much were you informed, when you agreed to meet?" Obviously not too much since he didn't know who he was dealing with.
Vicente called her bluff. There was no way that she was the boss, look at her! First of all, evil geniuses who have the skill to track him simply do NOT look like her. At most she looked like some twenty-something that was out in order to go slumming. Maybe she had a bed with her girlfriends in order to see how long she can last in one of these dive bars and come back with a matchbook or something. He didn’t know, nor did he care.
What he did care about was the fact that he simply did not have the time to tolerate her anymore. He wanted her boss and he wanted to know exactly why he was being sought after…
>> "I told him it wouldn't work…Look, my boss? He's really into the whole secret thing. You'll be dealing with me because I know what he wants and needs most. That's why he has me and why he wants you."
He rolled his eyes. So he was going to be have to working through a middle man, great. He hated these types of jobs because the truth of the matter was that he did not like for there to be that long of a chain between himself and the person who was going to be sending him his orders. Doing so usually tended to leave him in the dark and that happened on more than one occasion already. He was no in the mood to let it happen again.
Two beers were set down, but Vicente ignored whatever one was for him. He came here hoping for more information about who it was that had ferreted him out and instead he got this blonde little tart that needed to learn how to dress…
>> "Can I have a straw?"
He shook his head. Some badass she was turning out to be. ..
>> "Of how much were you informed, when you agreed to meet?"
“I didn’t agree to meet. I just want to know who it is that was interested in me,” he said firmly. “And how you found out about me to begin with…”
"Are you even interested in what's being offered?" Or was he just here to flex his fins? Stupid, stupid man thinking he was a big fish. If Lori was aware of anything, it was the fact that bigger and badder and scarier didn't always come packaged in leather jackets.
He looked like the type to be stubborn until the very end. "The boss is very well connected. In this town there's always a guy who knows a guy who can get you in contact with pretty much anybody." Oh the joys of networking. Vicente had his own information out there for the right people and the right questions to discover. How else would he get jobs? The classifieds? 'Will murder for exotic animals?'
"In his case, he's fond of exploring people's specific talents? If you know what I mean?" Who was to say she hadn't found a locator mutant? Or something else equally as useful? Seriously, what was the point of having all these specialized powers if no one used them for what they were good for? "It's not like you've been hiding who you are." Not what he was. Who he was. He was a killer and he was a part animal shifter. Two things useful in conjunction, but not exactly the purpose Lori had in mind for him.
She swizzled her beer and sipped as she spoke, but she never let her eyes off of him. She had to gage his reactions. Was he satisfied now? Could they talk business yet?
>> "Are you even interested in what's being offered?"
Vicente sat with the woman and humored her. He actually had absolutely no intention was taking this job but he could at least smirk and listen to her as she prattled on. The most important thing he was focusing on at the moment was who exactly had snitched on him? He. Wanted. A. Name.
>> "The boss is very well connected. In this town there's always a guy who knows a guy who can get you in contact with pretty much anybody…In his case, he's fond of exploring people's specific talents? If you know what I mean?"
He paused.
He turned to face her. This was the first time during the conversation that he had actually turned his full attention on her. He looked at her face closely, trying to spot anything that would give him a little more information about her. But for some reason she was hard to read. Which was odd because Vicente as normally extremely good at reading people and understanding exactly what it was that made them tick. But for some reason he simply could not get a lock down on her. He couldn’t tell if she were serious or if this was a scam.
It was a fact like that that made him feel all the more uncomfortable…
>> "It's not like you've been hiding who you are." [/color]
He growled as he turned away, staring at the bar top. It was true, he had not really done that much to keep his presence in the city union. He growled to himself. If the FBI caught wind that he was in the city, they would attempt to come down on his head with the hammer of god. Normally he was good at this, but he had two escapees that ruined his perfect rep. He was still hunting for them on his own time. He’d made them pay…and horribly…
Roughly he cleared his voice as he turned to face her again.
“What does he want?” he asked. “I definitely would like to meet with this man first.” '
If Lori's amused eyes could talk they'd be screaming. You are meeting with him now dumb*ss! Instead, she let her cute little pouty lips do the talking.
"He's offering goods for services rendered same as anybody else. Not cash, though. You're good enough to come by your own cash." Not that he dressed like it. Leather vests were sooo over done. "An exotic animal of your choosing per satisfactory completion of a task." She could probably swing that. Between exotic animal rescues and zoos, there were plenty of interesting beasts about. She could even keep it alive long enough for Calley to work his mojo first and then she'd be killing two mutant powers with one exotic animal. Lori did love a bargain.
"As for meeting him, he prefers to only make contact with blondes… and possibly women whose names start with the letter L." Lenna, Lisa, Lori… Somehow she didn't see Vicente respecting any of them beyond secretarial status.
"I, myself, have only met him face to face once." And that was an out of body experience. Literally. She'd been in Ranger's body when she met herself. Lori smiled just remembering it and was tempted to brag about her boss being an excellent lover. Yeah. Not gonna help with the respect issue. Also, if any lie was going to get her in trouble when Vicente figured out who really ran things, it was this highly improbable truth.
Lori swilled her beer with her swizzle. "So, are you ready to play? Because I already have instructions for you and he's practically giving it away this time." She knew the perfect cue for Geo too.
This girl was getting boring. Geo could listen to a woman all day no problem, if they were actually interesting. However this was not the case with Ms. Suzy here was far from interesting and it soon became rather apparent to the young mutant why her date was off playing pool rather than sitting with his date. Nodding along Geo kept in eye on the now seated Lori as she talked with their guest. He counted the moments trying to figure out when his lovely boss wanted him to stir up things.
”Well right now I’m going to school for nursing but I’m a waitress over at this restaurant on 1st street.”
”Oh really, which one?” Geo asked though didn’t bother to pay attention the answer, he probably had another minute before she’d stop talking and he had to make another reply. But rather than looking over to Lori, Geo looked over to the corner of the bar where an old pool table sat, barely lit by the cheap dim light that hung above it. Standing around it were several kids, roughly Geo’s age standing around laughing as the talk amongst themselves between turns. They seemed like the kind of guys Geo might buddy up with in a different situation. All seemed to be wearing the bar’s apparent dress code of leather and jean. Geo made a point to catch the eye of the man he assumed to be the girls date, assuming so based on how he had been watching Geo since he first said hi to the lovely brunette, and gave him a nod.
Brunette didn’t notice, off on some wild tangent about how stingy customers are with leaving tips. Geo reached over and brushed a strand of her hair that was astray on her forehead back behind her ear.
”Say do you want to step outside and talk it’s a little to smoky for me,” Geo said reaching over and snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray. The brunette seemed a little unsure at first but after a sincere smile from Geo she seemed to be reinsured and stood to begin putting on her jacket. Geo stood as well but he didn’t reach for his jacket, he knew they would never get out the door.
The two hadn’t stepped four feet before a firm hand caught Geo’s elbow and spun him around. Luckily Geo had been in this situation enough to know that if you take a guy’s girl at a bar they are going to say something. Geo stood to face a very angry, all be it very drunk, man with a nasty scowl staring down Geo.
”Who the hell do you think you are pretty boy? Swoop in here and steal my girl huh?”
With a wise ass smile on his face Geo looked back to the girl and eyed her up and down then shot a glance to Lori, attempting to catch her gaze before returning eye contact to the drunk.
”I don’t see your name on her anywhere.” This remark was met exactly the way Geo assumed it would: the sting of a large fist meeting with his cheek bone. The mutant allowed this shot to knock him into the bar, giving the man the illusion that he had a chance. The entire bar seemed to freeze at one moment as everyone saw the confrontation starting. Geo took a moment to let the surprised chatter begin before he made his move. Sweeping back his elbow in a low arch Geo caught the man square in his gut forcing him to keel over in pain. Looking up to the pool table Geo saw the mans friends scrambling to rush to his aid. Giving the injured man a swift kick to the torso Geo turned to face the rushing thugs.
>> "He's offering goods for services rendered same as anybody else. Not cash, though. You're good enough to come by your own cash…An exotic animal of your choosing per satisfactory completion of a task."
Vicente was about to just let the woman walk. Ignore her until he got to the end of this little meeting and leave. Though he didn’t like the idea of someone out there knowing who he was, so far it seemed fairly harmless, just someone trying to hire out from their usual organization. It was something that Vicente had come across far too many times.
But then she said something interesting. Something that perked his ears…
An exotic animal of my choosing… he repeated to himself.
They knew about his powers. That was the only way to explain that. He growled a little at the thought. Whoever this little blonde bimbos boss was…they knew far too much than he liked. But still…that did not meant it was not an interesting prospect. He had been looking into the idea of gaining a new shift or two and maybe, just maybe this would be easier than having to go hunting for the animal he wanted…
>> "As for meeting him, he prefers to only make contact with blondes… and possibly women whose names start with the letter L…. I, myself, have only met him face to face once."
He smirked to himself. Classy guy, her boss seemed like.
>> "So, are you ready to play? Because I already have instructions for you and he's practically giving it away this time."[/color]
Vicente cleared his throat as he took a sip of the beer that had been placed before him. He glanced at her from out of the corner of his eye. “Let’s hear the job. Then I’ll tell you if I’m interested.”
A commotion started…someone trying to walk off with another’s girl…Vicente ignored it…
The girl, whose name Geo had already forgotten, rushed out of the way as her dates friends rushed the young rock elemental. There were five of them all seemed to be in fairly decent shape but also decently drunk. This would be an easy fight with his powers in use but he wanted to put off using them as long as possible so this was going to be a bit of challenge.
Kicking the injured boyfriend off to the side Geo rushed towards the group of thugs lowering his shoulder as he did so. All those years of football must have stuck because as Geo’s shoulder caught the abdomen of the head of the pack he sent the man sprawling into his friends, forcing them to break apart. As two of them began to help their friend up the other two decided to take the opportunity to go after the young mutant. The man to Geo’s left swung a swift right hook causing Geo to duck out of the way but unfortunately Geo didn’t see the man to his right dive for him, forcing him to the ground with the thug clinging on top of him to cushion his fall.
Luckily Geo fell straight to the floor, missing the tables and chairs on either side of him. The man atop him began swinging down on the mutant, laying several painful blows to the rib cage but Geo had been through worse. Geo attempted to struggle out of the grapple without luck. He knew if he stayed on the floor for too long he’d have five thugs coming at him instead of just the one. With a swift head butt Geo smashed his forehead into the man’s nose, crushing it instantly. With the man crying out in pain Geo took the opportunity to throw a heavy right hook to the man’s jaw and shoving him the side, swiftly scrambling to his feet. Unfortunately for Geo in the time he had spent on the ground the other four had gotten their act together and were making their way past the crowd rushing to get out of the way. Looking around quickly Geo grabbed a turned over chair from the floor and hopped up to the table. Once the crowd was out of the way Geo flung himself of the group, with the chair outstretched before him. Luckily it caught the most of the group forcing them to the ground save one.
The thug left standing looked in awe for a moment before he was struck to the ground by a firm fist meeting his face. Taking a moment Geo wiped a bit of blood from his cheek and pressed on his left side, feeling a sharp pain, possibly a fractured rib. Looking over to Lori, not trying to hide his blatant connection with her, Geo gave her a questioning look. He did not want to use his power without her permission. Unfortunately though the motley crew would be back on their feet in moments and Geo wasn’t sure how long her could take on five without putting the odds in his favor.
