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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.
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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.
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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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After the incident at the club she'd accompanied Bane to not more than a few weeks back, Isabel had decided that she'd had more than enough of the Giant's nearly constant drinking. She knew very well that he kept at least one container of alcohol on his person at all times, but knowing him she highly doubted he'd carry all of his flasks during those times. She wouldn't be surprised if he was one of the people that collected shot glasses, alcohol bottles, or even the flasks he was so fond of. And the way she saw it, no matter how well his body could cope with the alcohol intake, it would eventually take it's toll on his liver as well as the rest of him. Factor that into the incident that followed his chugging an entire pitcher of tainted beer, and she was entirely fed up with it all. She would not sit by and let him risk the possibility of killing himself in such a disgusting way.
It really hadn't taken all that long for a reckless plan to be devised. The only reason it had been put off for a few weeks was because Bane was around too often for her to work at her own pace. While she didn't know where he'd gone, she knew that he wouldn't be back for at least a few days, giving her plenty of time to put her plotting into action. Isabel really didn't think it would be much of an issue. It was likely that he'd have locks on his door. Most of the residents at the Sanctuary were in the habit of putting one or more locks on their doors. Sometimes it was a simply want of privacy and an assumption that more than one locking mechanism would be smart to invest in due to living with mutants. The majority, however, were just paranoid or used to having to hide themselves away due to unfavorable events in their past. She kept a few lock on her own door, mainly for the former reason, though it was uncommon that they were actually bolted.
As she'd expected, the door didn't yield after she'd located and tested it. She did, however, hear some kind of heavy shifting seep through the cracks between the door and wall. She hesitated at the sound, lifting her hand away from the knob only enough to let it hover over it closely. "Bacchus?" she called, her voice slightly hushed and somewhat uncertain. She thought he'd still be gone. Had he returned early? The internal noises faded back into silence after a short pause. She assumed that her friend would have answered her call, and possibly even opened the door and made some sort of crack about where she'd decided to visit him had he actually been inside. The lack of any kind of response that could have stemmed from her companion was taken as an "all clear".
Sliding the fingers of one hand along the crack in the door, several fine strands of string extended themselves from the tips of the digits and wormed their way in through the cracks and to the other side of the entrance. It took a few minutes, but eventually she was able to determine where the locks were and promptly set about sawing them out of place with the fine strings, grinning smugly at the thumps that followed each lock as it was separated from the door and wall. Another brief moment was taken to drill out the built-in lock in the door knob before she casually pushed the door open and stepped into the room, looking for all the world like she owned the place.
At first she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The place was by no means pristine. It was a guy's room, after all. Not many of them cared much for cleaning up after themselves, especially in someplace so personal. Her room wasn't exactly the cleanest, either, but it didn't quite sit on the level of Bane's. As she stepped in and poked around at one or two things, a small pile of laundry suddenly swerved toward her, effectively startling her into jumping back a step or two. After the clothing had settled, she took a few tentative steps toward it before sliding the toe of one of her shoes into the pile, attempting to flush out whatever it was that had caused the movement. It turned out to be a mistake on her part.
With another flash of movement, she was almost swept right off her feet, a spike of bone quickly emerging from her palm to act as a sort of cane which she used to catch her disrupted balance, the sharp tip burying itself in the floor as she scrambled away from the clothing once more. This time it didn't settle, but instead curved away from her as the owner of the tail hidden beneath the laundry slowly slithered toward her. When the hell had Bane gotten himself a crocodile? Eyes wide, she watched as the beast settled itself back down onto it's belly, snout facing her and jaws open, simply waiting for her to pass by close enough for it to take a bite out of her. Bacchus had to have been drunk when he'd brought this thing home.
As the spine slid back up into her arm, she once again made use of the threads she'd previously used, directing them slowly closer to the Crocodile, hopefully out of it's line of vision. She'd watched just enough television to know that while their bite was strong, they lacked the same strength in opening their jaws. Increasing the speed of her tools, she passed them over the beast's tongue, causing it to snap it's jaws shut. Rapidly she wrapped the threads around it's snout, the strings flattening out to look more like white tape. She figured the strings would cut the reptile, and she didn't see any reason to injure it. Once that was done, she went to work herding it out the door, a process that proved to be much harder than she'd anticipated. However, once the beast was out through the doorway, it seemed content to laze about in the halls, now able to go exploring whenever it saw fit.
With that distraction out of the way she promptly went to work shifting through the nearest set of drawers. She didn't care where the enclosed laundry landed when she pushed it out of her way, only stopping to examine an article of clothing if it happened to give a clunk when it fell to the ground. Occasionally she let the entire drawer slide from it's tracks and crash to the floor. Already she must have uncovered at least seven or eight flasks in the first drawer alone, some of them still containing alcohol. Casually she went to work poking holes in the containers when she came across them, any contents allowed to spill out and puddle on the floor. Some of the flasks were flung away carelessly, while others were lined up on top of the dresser. The latter ones she would take with her and dispose of them somehow. If Bane could mend them, she knew he would. It was just safer to relieve him of some temptation.
It was when she had moved on and was investigating the underside of his mess of a bed when she encountered the second Crocodile. After moving to her knees, lifting up the edge of the blankets that draped across the mattress and lowering her face to take a look at the space between the floor and the box spring, she was encountered with a face full of reptilian snout. She had just enough time to give a high-pitched shout and scramble back out of the way before the body propelled forward and the jaws snapped shut. Quickly she scrambled to get out of the beast's way, her mind finding the bed to be the most likely safe haven for the moment. Skirting the beast, she crawled on top of the mattress, eying the reptile as it slowly slid itself out from under the bed, stopping and settling itself not far away as if waiting for her to step back onto the floor. Exactly how many of the creatures did he have?
"Well, that is the last place I ever expected you to be." Immediately Isabel's head snapped around to locate the source of the familiar voice, a sheepish smile decorating her features at the sight of Ulysses standing by what was once a fully assembled dresser. "Uhm, I can explain."
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"I'm listening," the chimp replied, picking up one of the ruined flasks and casting a quizzical look at Isabel. She simply stared back for a minute, debating if she should make something up or just tell Ulysses what she was really up to. Considering the trouble she was already in, not to mention how clever the other mutant was, she didn't think an imaginative story would do the trick. Carefully she scooted to the side of the bed that didn't have a Crocodile on the floor and tentatively removed herself from the mattress and it's unkempt bundles of blanket. She wasn't quite sure if the Croc was eager enough to get her that it would go around or under the bed, but at least with the furniture between them she'd have more time to react to any movements it made.
"I broke his locks ant stabbed his flasks," she answered, cautiously fishing a few more containers for the alcohol from the tangle of blankets as well as from under the pillows. "I can see that. You make your work extremely hard to miss. I think the question I'm getting at is why? You're usually happy with trying to stab Bacchus, not come in and wreck his room." "He totally deserves it!" she shot back, spitefully poking holes in the handful of flasks she'd just uncovered, allowing any contents to spill onto the bed beside her. Clearly she was making a point. And it certainly wouldn't kill the Giant to do a load of laundry. God only knew how dirty the bed really was.
A disapproving quirk of the brow from the chimp was almost enough to make her feel guilty about what she'd already done to the room, but she refused to be chided into apologizing for her actions. "Do you even know what he did last time he had me tag along with him to some club?" she asked, dropping the flasks on the floor, allowing them to clunk and clatter to a stop, nervously looking over to the Croc and backing a little way away from the bed as the large reptile shifted with the sudden noise. Thankfully the large beast moved away from her, rather than toward her, dragging it's bulk along the wall and toward the open door. "You're bringing those back later," was the only reply given, 'those' of course meaning the two Crocodiles that she'd let loose into the Sanctuary. She didn't bother agreeing or disagreeing with the him. She wouldn't do it either way. They were Bane's pets. He could get them back.
"He turned into a jackass is what he did," she continued, seeing as the chimp wasn't going to be dragged into her guessing game. "The idiot downed a whole pitcher full of tainted beer. A whole pitcher! Like it was nothing! And it messed him up big time." Odds were the shifter already knew about the fiasco, seeing as he had become one of Bane's closest friends. She didn't care. "He also scared the shit out of me in doing so. God, when he started coughing up blood I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. I'm just getting rid of some of the problem," she concluded, giving him a look of determined defiance as she moved toward the closed and opened the door, once again letting clothes fall wherever she tossed them, only going back to expect them if they sounded as if they contained something metal when the hit the floor.
"He's going to kill you. I hope you know that." She just rolled her eyes and made a show of tearing a shirt off of it's hanger. "No he won't. He likes me too much." She totally had him there and she knew it. That Giant practically fawned over he sometimes. When he wasn't trying to give her a heart attack, that is. The thought made her pause for a brief moment before she shook it off and resumed her destruction of the closet. "I'm not afraid of him anyways." Crouching down she opened up the one shoe box that was stuck in the back corner of the storage place. She quickly went to work ruining the containers that were stuffed inside. "I think you'll be reconsidering your actions later on when he speaks with you. But I don't suppose you're going to listen to me anyways." He'd let her find out the reason for the Giant's unreasonable intake of alcohol from the Giant himself. He was sure she'd have a change of heart when the reasons were made clear.
"Don't bet on it." Tossing the now empty box to emphasize her point, she got back to her feet and went back to searching the room. "I'm not supposed to let anyone come in here and mess with Bacchus' stuff. Especially not his alcohol and his pets. Yourself included, Isabel. I think you should leave before you're removed in an uncivil way. I can get the Crocodiles back if I need to. I already know how well you get along with them." She shot a look over at the chimp, knowing full well that he was perfectly serious, but attempting to defy him in hopes that he'd just leave her be. It wasn't likely. Ulysses was loyal first and foremost to Bacchus. It was only through her association with the Giant that the chimp even listened to her on occasion.
Rather than continuing to argue with the mutant, mostly because she liked him and she didn't want to be cornered by a pair of hungry Crocodiles, she decided to bend to his expressed wishes. Slamming down a book that she hadn't opened just yet, not quite satisfied with the amount of noise it made in comparison to the displeasure she felt at being interrupted, she made her way to the open door. "Please close that on your way out. You've made enough of a mess without letting others see it and risk them thinking they're welcome to do the same." This time she did ignore him, exiting through the open door and not even pausing to consider his words. She was going to go back to her room and fume for a bit over the mission that had been cut short. She should have known he'd have someone standing guard over his stupid collection.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 14, 2009 16:46:03 GMT -6
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The trip back form Columbia was a large mess, one that involved lots of hidden fees and charges and the hiring of a small plane that brought him and a few crates he acquired along his journeys in Columbia. Some included small and rare specimen of spiders and snakes, other included plants and jars of fish or some other Columbian critter. Knowing that none of this would have flied with his new boss Bacchus made sure to pay off all the right people. Long story short he brought some things back he should have and they were all hidden away in a safe place till he could get that something like a lab to keep them all.
A bag slung over his shoulder of a few mementos Bacchus walked back into the sanctuary with a smile on his face and more tan than he usually was. A his casual Dunham pants and a raggedy t-shirt with his work boots Bacchus walked past Lisa at the entrance and tipped his hat, “Satan” and continued on his way to his room. As he spotted several gashes on the wall about ankle high on the floorboards. “What the hell happened…”
The door looked like it was recently sawed and Bacchus’s heart skipped a beat for a second, “Charlie, Karen…” Bacchus called out as he hardened his skin just in case Ulysses forgot to feed them for a day. Another reason why Bacchus wanted a lab, these two need a stable place to stay because the lack of water and the smell they were producing was stifling. “What the hell!” Bacchus yelled as he spotted all his clothes upturned and the smell of old alcohol was in the air, along with his flasks with large holes in them.
In a dramatic tone Bacchus got on his knees and yelled, “POOOOORRRRRRR QQQQUUUUUEEEEEE?” he looked up and called out, “Ulysses!” in a hurried and scattered rush his crocs came from under the bed and walked towards him with their jaws opened waiting for him to put some food in their, “Sorry!” came a calm voice from the top of the elevated bed, “I kept an eye on everything but I am afraid nothing you own is Isabel proof…”
Looking around with a disappointed glance Bacchus asked, “She did all of this?” “Yep, even let out Charlie and Karen, hence the gashes outside your room, I had to get them after she left but the damage to the walls and the room where already done once I go here.” Bacchus looked at Ulysses and frowned, “She get all of it?” “Luckily no…” replied the furry chimpanzee as he jumped down from the bed and moved away from the Crocs to a large white freezer in the closet full of meat, “She didn’t raid your bathroom from what I could tell, and the stash under the floor was unharmed other than the stuff running all over it.”
Pulling a few pieces of raw meat from the freezer Ulysses tossed it towards the crocs and waited till they started to eat before he continued, “ She has it out for you big guy, she was up turning everything…” Bacchus looked around and frowned slightly as he nodded to the door, “You take measurements for a new one?” without saying a word the monkey nodded and pointed out to the door, “I’d recommend talking to her before we start cleaning, also did you get everything I told you to get?”
Nodding Bacchus said, “It’s at the storage place we got a few months back, I have a few ideas for places to set up the lab but the most convenient is here, if you could talk to Abyss for me I think he would be the easiest to convince that would be great, if he says no I got another place we can use but I want to have as little to do their as possible.” With a small nod Ulysses said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
Shaking his head as he shut the door behind him Bacchus walked down to Isabel’s room trying his best not to make a large ruckus Bacchus pulled a flask from his belt and took a sip, as he approached his door he knocked once and the door gave a small crack as knuckle imprints were forced into them. “Isabel you better open this door it’s coming down!”
Isabel hadn't gone back to her room immediately following her ejection from Bane's living quarters. She was too riled up to sit still for any length of time, so she'd spent a while just wandering around the Sanctuary, making a great effort not to break anything along her way. She did her best to avoid the Crocodiles she'd let loose, not having liked the first encounter she'd had with them. She didn't want to have to hurt the beasties if they took a snap at her. She didn't have any quarrels with them, and it wasn't exactly their fault if they were just hungry and acting our of instinct. It was easy enough to change directions and head down another corridor if she happened to spot them. She didn't think they'd expend any energy in pursuing her if she wasn't in close proximity to them.
The decorations in the Cathedral didn't hold her attention like they usually did, nor did the solitude of the Library. She wanted to avoid the more crowded areas such as the Cafeteria and the Rec Room. Instead she decided on expending some energy on walking around the building two or three times before she felt as if she'd relaxed enough to return to her room and continue her sulking there.
Unlike Bane she didn't bother locking her door once she'd gotten to her own room, though she did close it. She didn't feel like entertaining any visitors that might take an open door as an invitation to poke their heads in for whatever reason. Even though she had calmed down enough to stay in her room, she still spent a decent amount of time pacing around its interior, unable to sit in one spot for more than a few minutes. She was just thankful she could keep herself from breaking any of her own things. She didn't want her room resembling Bane's in any way.
The days that followed were spent in much the same way if she didn't have something for the Order to do and none of her companions to cause trouble with. She was feeling restless and was more engrossed in her thoughts than what was going on around her. She attempted to read, but couldn't quite concentrate on the words in front of her, having to read the same few lines over and over again before she gave up all together.
Bane's room was one place Isabel avoided completely. She could get to her room from either end of the hallway, and so she chose to get to it from the end that wouldn't require her to pass his door. Mostly it was to avoid Ulysses, who seemed to be in there most of the time surveying the damage, making measurements and adding up expenses for things that would need to be replaced. Isabel didn't want to have to deal with any kind of guilt trip the chimp might be able to conjure up. She didn't have any reason to get into a fight with the shifter. Her issues were with Bane. It wasn't the chimp's fault that he had gotten caught up in the middle of it all. She'd prefer to just leave him be and continue on with her own business.
She supposed it was inevitable that Bane would come to speak with her about the damage she'd done once he'd returned to the Sanctuary. It really wouldn't have made any sense for him to leave her alone after destroying his things. What was a surprise was that he'd had enough courtesy to knock and give a warning before just knocking the door down. She'd have expected him to knock it off its hinges without a second thought. She was just thankful she was actually in her room when he came to find her. She wasn't so sure if he'd trash her room in retaliation after he'd destroyed her door.
Isabel didn't doubt that Ulysses had told him exactly who had destroyed his room, but that wouldn't stop her from playing the innocent act anyhow. With a sigh she replaced her book in her bookshelf and made her way to the door, not bothering to move with any kind of urgency. She was sure he was beyond aggravated already, but she couldn't keep herself from antagonizing him just a little more. When she did open the door, she crossed her arms and leaned a shoulder against the door frame casually as she tilted her head back to look up at his face. "Can I help you, Bacchus?" she asked, arching a brow almost challengingly at him as she spoke.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 15, 2009 0:15:32 GMT -6
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The prolonged moments it took for Isabel to get to the door infuriated him, despite her scent coming from behind the door Bacchus could hear the footsteps and they were in no way shape ore form of rushed. Then there was the doorknob that turned and once the door cleared way the face of the familiar Isabel greeted him with an arched brow and a quizzical look as if to challenge him. “Sure shitting you can help me little Sheila!” on occasion Bacchus dropped ‘Sheila’ when referring to Isabel few times as endearment and other times like now out of rage.
Taking the initiative Bacchus shrugged his shoulder with the pack still on it as he pushed his way into his room, a bold move on his part but he had a statement to make, “Part of me wants to hug you and give you the gifts I got for you but part of me wants to ‘Bane Smash’ the hell out of your room the way you did mine. Having a feeling she would try and play innocent Bacchus spoke his voice slightly elevated, “Before you put on the act I already knew you were in there, even if Ulysses didn’t tell me, all the flasks had holes in them and not many could saw around the locks like you did.”
He paused as he dropped the nap sack letting a small crash sound as something fragile sounded as if it broke right in the bag. Un moved by the ‘gifts’ he brought for her he kept on hand on the string so if she tried to get it she would have minimal to no success in the process of taking her gifts. “You had no right to go in my room and tare it to hell only to stab holes in my flasks.”
Looking around Isabel’s room Bacchus debated on what would upset her, the most if he decided to go all ‘Bane Smash’ in her room. He was a firm believer in the ‘Eye for an Eye’ saying and frankly with the things they were now he would like nothing more than to piss off Isabel. But that part of him refrained for a moment as he looked at her, his eyes glaring at her as his eyebrows added to the stare. “You better have a fantastic reason to do the things you did to my belongings…” Bacchus neglected to mention that her answer would have a direct impact on the condition he would leave her room in.
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Isabel cringed internally at the spoken nickname of 'Sheila', though it wasn't due to the tone Bane's voice held. She had her own name, thank you very much. She didn't need another name stuck to her, even if it was meant to double as a term meaning 'girl'. "Hey!" she exclaimed, hr arms quickly uncrossing when she was pushed out of the way as Bane let himself in, her body moving off to the side by the wall as she worked to keep her balance, her casually challenging look shifting into a glare. "It's common courtesy not to enter a lady's room without her permission." She highly doubted he'd care at all about any sort of etiquette, but at the moment she was prepared to fight him every step of the way.
The sound of something breaking in his bag as he dropped it caught her interest. It must have been the gift he'd been speaking of, though she wasn't entirely sure what kind of fragile object anyone would buy a person like her. She wasn't exactly know for being careful and delicate. Briefly she was overwhelmed by curiosity of what it could be. She could easily cut through the string that still connected the bag to his hand if she wanted to get at it. However, she easily remembered that she was mad at the young man in possession of the bag and let her attention shift back to him, the mystery object forgotten for the time being.
She gave a bit of a smirk in response to the comment about her poking holes in his flasks and sawing through his locks, almost as if twisting the accusation around into a compliment. He was getting to know her fairly well if he could recognize her handiwork that easily. Maybe she'd have to work on her inventiveness a little more if that was the case. "You have no right to do a lot of things, and you don't seem to care!" she shot back, her smirk quickly fading back into an angrier expression. She wasn't going to give in to any kind of guilt trip he might think up. She had her own issues with him, and it seemed as if they'd have their chance to be aired sooner rather than later.
She didn't particularly care for the way his attention drifted away from her and floated around her room. Bacchus also wasn't know for any kind of caution or delicacy, and when he was in her room she didn't trust that he'd be able to behave himself. She did not want her room to be destroyed like his had been, that destruction quickly pulled into question. "You want a reason for me destroying all the containers for your booze?" she inquired, moving to place herself in front of him and hopefully taking his attetnion away from his surroundings. "Because you're an idiot is why! God, do you even pay attention to how much you drink? It's not healthy! You're gonna kill yourself! You almost did kill yourself! Christ, you nearly gave me a freaking heart attack, you moron! What the hell is wrong with you anyway? There are better hobbies out there. Try one!"
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 18, 2009 0:29:00 GMT -6
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He knew it wasn’t common courtesy to barge into a woman’s room Bacchus just didn’t care, there were times when he would be chivalrous and stuff but now wasn’t one of those times. Bacchus always had to be even he could never be indebted to someone or them to him. Jenny left him in a burning building and he put her in a hospital fair was fair. What wasn’t fair was his conflicted interest to tare apart Isabel’s room without a second thought. But she had grown on him and he didn’t want to destroy her property unless he had more of a reason than simple revenge.
The look on her face was now what Bacchus would either consider as worry or straight up angry, either way she was saying her peace which was perfect because he needed a reason to yell or smash something other than the bag in his hand which now seemed to be leaking.
"Because you're an idiot is why! God, do you even pay attention to how much you drink? It's not healthy! You're gonna kill yourself! You almost did kill yourself! Christ, you nearly gave me a freaking heart attack, you moron! What the hell is wrong with you anyway? There are better hobbies out there. Try one!"
Without making an attempt to his voice seemed to get louder than normal as he yelled back, “You have no idea why I drink, and it’s not a hobby, it’s a necessity on my part!” realizing his voice was getting louder Bacchus folded his arms the bag still hanging by it’s handle in his arms, “I never asked you to care about me and if me drinking was such a problem what the hell didn’t you say something?” he paused his head slightly swimming due to all the yelling so reluctantly he unfolded his arms and pulled out the flask and took a quick sip.
“You don’t think I know this is bad for me?” he said as he screwed the top back on and put his flask on his hip, “I know I am drinking poison but I don’t have much choice…” he paused and narrowed his eyes away from Isabel tying not to meet her gaze, “I have a lot of problems, the Alcohol is the least of them.”
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Isabel didn't so much as blink at the quickly increasing volume of Bane's voice. She'd expected that he'd be yelling right back at her, and with a mutation and ego like his it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to argue his point and attempt to one-up her at the same time. He tended to be a little over the top at times, and so she was unimpressed by the display, intentional or otherwise. She still had her own points to make, and she wasn't in any way intimidated by the Giant and the tricks he could do with his mutation.
Stubbornly she mirrored his movement by crossing her own arms, one brow again arching in disbelief as his own argument was presented. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by the alcohol being a necessity. However, it could be blamed on an addiction of sorts. Many addicts claimed that they needed the object of their addiction, though when mutants were involved reasons behind necessity became a little more complicated. However, she wasn't prepared to give him any sympathy just yet, her eyes narrowing with the appearance of an unharmed flask. She didn't appreciate his particular mode of emphasis.
"Well I'm sorry for wanting to take care of my friends!" she shot back, continuing to glare at the Giant, attempting to continue ignoring the now dripping bag in his grip. "And with you, I hardly think just saying something would have gotten the message across. Your head's too damn thick! Besides, if you 'need' it as badly as you claim, I really don't think you'd drop the habit because someone said they didn't like it." In some ways Bacchus and Isabel could very well have been evenly matched in stubbornness.
"You're not the only one with problems, Bacchus. We're mutants, for Christ sake. We're born with problems," she responded, attempting to keep her aggressive position in the argument. However, the Giant's sudden unwillingness to meet her gaze caught her attention. In the time she'd know him, he wasn't one to be easily embarrassed or even uncertain. At times he was almost insufferably confident in his own abilities. The unusual shift in his behavior confused her. It was almost a little worrying to see the uncharacteristic adjustment in attitude.
With a sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she let her arms drop from their crossed position and attempted to place herself in Bane's line of sight. It was easier to think that she was being listened to when she was also being looked at. "Don't be stupid, Bane," she started, though her tone had lost some of the harder edge it had previously held. "You know you have friends here. If you really have so many problems that worry you so much, you know we'd be willing to help you out if we're able. And even if you don't want the rest of the Order getting involved with your mess, I can still help. You know I look out for my friends, that I'd do everything I could to help them if they needed it. God, use your head, Bacchus!"
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 18, 2009 23:48:04 GMT -6
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Despite her having some truth behind what she had said Bacchus let out a small chuckle his confidence now back to the normal Bacchus levels. If she was trying to get his attention with the movement on her hands it worked. As she insulted him on several occasions calling him different variations of stupid Bacchus tried to grasp the full message that she had been trying to point out.
“Thickheaded is an understatement…” muttered Bacchus as he reluctantly tossed Isabel the bag with all of its contents in it. The bag contained two major items and a few small key chains. Both items in Bacchus opinion was ‘cool’ enough to bring home to his special friend. One was a large thick plastic skull with the name ‘Isabel’ written on its forehead that lit up when plugged in, the eyes to the skull lit up in a low green tint that reminded him of her bow not to mention she manipulates bones, the perfect night light.
The next item that broke when he dropped it was a medium sized snow globe of a small area of a rainforest equipped with small animals and trees. When shaken instead of the crappy white “Snow” it was glitter that looked like rain but seeing as it was broken now all that was left was some broken glass bits of glitter and of course the base where a scene of the rainforest was frozen in time.
“Maybe I am getting to soft…” sighed Bacchus as he continued with a straight-laced face trying not to read to much into the expression if she made an attempt to look at the gifts, “maybe it is time I let you in on my little weakness.” Bacchus pulled the flask from his side and unscrewed it and took a sip of the cool liquor. “You know how some mutants have a hard time controlling their ability? You’re also aware that alcohol dulls the senses? Well you put two and two tighter and you get me,” he paused and put the flask at his side and shrugged.
Not waiting for an invitation to sit seeing as he probably wouldn’t get one because the way he entered uninvited. Spotting Isabel’s he walked over to it and sat down and continued to look at her, “My ability makes aspects about my body enhanced not only my skin or my bones.” Pointing to his ears then his eyes and nose, “These all on occasion tend to get out of control. I use the alcohol as a way to dull the senses so it doesn’t feel like my head will split open.”
He pointed to the floor and said; “Right now I could if I was completely sober I could hear every little tick on a third of the watches on the first floor, that's only the watches imagine talking, footsteps, and other sounds.” He frowned and said, “You may have good intentions but me getting sober isn’t in my best interest.”
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Isabel hadn't been expecting the soggy bag to get tossed to her. Her expression changed to one of surprise and she fumbled to catch the thing, cringing a little at the damp spots that were slowly spreading across the fabric. Carefully she righted the pack, interested by what sounded like shattered glass shifting around inside. Her curiosity finally getting the better of her, she moved off toward her dresser and opened the pack, trying to be careful as she sifted through its contents. Every now and again she would shift her attention back toward Bane, wanting to keep an eye on him as well as make it look as if she were still paying attention to whatever he said.
She had managed to slip out the glitter speckled faux skull and place it on her dresser after a brief inspection when Bane mentioned a weakness. She paused in her explorations, one hand still inside the bag as she'd gone to retrieve whatever else was inside, her attention turning to focus completely on the Giant. There weren't many mutants the would openly discuss their shortcomings with others unless a deep trust existed between the speaker and the listener, if the speaker were to share that secret at all. She might have been flattered by the thought had she not been more confused about why anyone would confide in her, particularly someone who tried to act so tough.
Again the flask made an appearance, but she was too preoccupied with the words that followed to give any kind of disapproving expression or gesture. It took a moment for the explanation to sink in, but it certainly made sense once it had. Isabel hadn't realized his mutation could be so inconvenient for the Giant, aside from tearing apart his wardrobe on a regular basis. "Well I'm still not sorry," she stated defensively, mostly to make sure that Bane knew he wouldn't be making her feel guilty any time soon, and partially to convince herself that she really didn't want to apologize for her behavior. She still didn't approve of his methods, and so she wouldn't allow herself to gain any overwhelming need to repent for her short-term solution to the problem.
"There has got to be something else you can do to get a similar effect without slowly killing yourself," she continued, resuming her exploration of the backpack and withdrawing a pair of key chains before going back for the broken object. It only took a moment before her hand was quickly drawn back out of the bag, her skin damp and stuck with patches of glitter. With a small grimace she brought her finger to her lips and stuck the tip of the digit in her mouth, attempting to alleviate the sting of the cut flesh. She hadn't been careful enough in avoiding sharp edges. She'd assumed the broken pieces would have come to rest at the bottom of the bag, but hadn't realized that her miniature rain forest was surrounded by a circle of jagged glass.
Carefully she placed the bag on her dresser, no longer concerned with any water that might leak out onto the furniture. With a slight pout she pulled her finger from her lips to examine the damage. Fortunately there were no bits of glass wedged into the skin that she'd have to remove and while the injury looked nearly deep, it was a clean cut and should heal well enough once bandaged. Replacing the digit in her mouth, she looked back over at Bane, trying not to look in any way embarrassed over the slip. "That's my bed," she mumbled, speaking around the bleeding digit as if attempting to take the focus away from herself. "You don't belong on my bed."
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 19, 2009 22:49:29 GMT -6
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Letting out a small chuckle to Isabel’s first response to his weakness, “Your not sorry?” he frowned at her slightly and said, “Don’t recall asking for an apology, you did what you felt was right, I just thought you would have a better explanation is all. Guess I was mistaken.” He shrugged and watched her examine the contents of the bag only to pull out the unharmed gifts, not so much as a thank you or a look with thanks Bacchus ignored it all together determining that the gifts were a waste of time searching them out and then a waste of money for they broke the second he dropped it.
‘Girls…’ thought Bacchus as he remembered that he was still sitting on her bed and still frowning slightly in her direction. He lifted his eyebrows and looked around her room again gathering all the information his slightly buzzed mind could process. His mind drifting from one sense to another Bacchus picked up on Isabel’s scent that filled the room of Apple Blossoms. The next thing that caught his attention was the colors that filled the overall scenery of her room.
Beige and blue stood out for the most part as he looked to the carpet then to the walls, for someone who took life so easily she defiantly didn’t have a dark room or… letting out a small chuckle Bacchus spotted a few of the “Souvenirs” from a few officers that he was sure ran into Isabel and didn’t end up running away. He knew she like him played for keeps, which was most likely one of the reasons he liked being around her so much. The badges on the wall defiantly gave him a few ideas for gifts if he ever planned on getting them for her again.
“Other than booze?” Bacchus asked curiously as his attention slowly fell from the badges and trailed back towards Isabel who apparently cut her finger on some of the glass from the broken gift he got for her. “Other than Alcohol, well there is drugs… we all know what happens when I do drugs… not pretty.” Letting out a small laugh as she put her finger in her mouth and mumbled about her bed Bacchus let out a small devilish grin, “Well seeing as my room was trashed I might need a place to sleep for a few nights till it looks better.”
Looking at Isabel’s finger he asked and held out his hand, “Let me see that cut for a second…”
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Isabel didn't quite understand what kind of better reaction Bacchus would be looking for. Perhaps she hadn't been clear enough in explaining why she'd done what she had. It could very well be that her insults overpowered her reasoning when she'd spoken. "I was trying to save your liver," she replied, her words somewhat less clear than they'd previously been due to her finger. "And by extension the rest of you. I'm not going to sit back and watch you slowly kill yourself with that crap." He'd come dangerously close to death once already due to drinking, though to be fair it wasn't the alcohol itself that had done the real damage. However, she still held it accountable. It had very nearly broken her heart to have to sit back and allow her companions to handle the situation. She hadn't been able to do anything for him on that occasion, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be put in the same situation again if she could prevent it.
As Bane went about inspecting her room, she returned to the bag he'd tossed her to find out what it had been that caused her cut. Very carefully she pulled open the mouth of the bag until she could see the object in side and just as carefully she pulled it out with her uninjured hand. Once again removing her finger from her mouth, she turned the broken snow globe around in her hands, trying not to get any blood on it, should the cut still be bleeding. It was very pretty, she'd give Bane that much credit in choosing it to purchase. She wondered what it would have looked like had it still been whole. The glitter that was sticking to everything must have been a result of the shattering glass. Cautiously placing it on her dresser, careful to avoid the glass that was still attached, she disappeared into her bathroom for a moment before returning with a towel. Lifting the objects up one at a time, she placed the towel under them, covering the area of the furniture that they occupied, wanting to dry them off to some extent and avoid any damage the water could cause to the wood.
The offhand comment about drugs quickly returned her attention to Bane, her look of mild worry fading to thoughtfulness as he dismissed the thought. She still felt that she was at fault for what had happened at the club, though Bane hadn't seemed too worried about it since he'd recovered. Distractedly she rearranged a few of the items on her dresser, turning them this way or that until she was pleased with their position, a few spots of crimson color smeared on the towel as she worked to rid herself of any excess blood.
Isabel could only turn and blink at Bane for a moment at the proposal that was made for temporary sleeping arrangements. She could feel a blush beginning to creep into her cheeks at the implications. "I didn't ruin your bed," she stated, returning her finger to her mouth as her body turned along with her head to face him. "You can still sleep in that. You'd only have to change the sheets. I think I might have spilled some booze on them. But it should be dry by now. And we have unoccupied rooms." She was not going to let him sleep in her bed, or in any other spot in her room. It was bad enough that he acted like he did without encouraging it by allowing him access to her personal space.
As his hand was held out expecting her own in response, she just stared at it for a moment, mentally debating whether or not to go along with his request or to continue being disagreeable with everything he said and did. Give him an inch and he might take a mile and all that. Frowning slightly as her gaze flickered up to his face, she gave a sigh and once again removed her finger from her lips before proceeding to brush it against the towel, ridding it of any excess blood for the time being. Almost hesitently she moved to put herself in arm's reach of the Giant and carefully put her hand in his so he could examine the minor damage she'd done to herself. She'd had worse. It was likely a butterfly bandage and a band-aid would be the only necessary attention it would need.
"Thank you," she mumbled, looking down at her feet and then over to the wall that was decorated with a few blood-stained badges from past playmates, pretending like they held any interest for her at the moment. "For the stuff you got me, I mean. It's very nice." Much to her displeasure she could feel the color in her face growing a little deeper, though she ignored it as best she could. "And for not knocking my door in and not breaking any of my things other than the snow globe."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Jun 9, 2009 14:11:41 GMT -6
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Letting out a small nod and a even smaller sigh when he felt her hand in his he smiled slightly and looked intently at the cut and grabbed hold of her hand with a firm but yet gentle grip. Bacchus had no intention in harming Isabel the cut was small enough and the bleeding had mostly subsided due to the towel and the sucking on but still it did come from Columbia a place that was pretty dirty to begin with. He himself had come across one or two villages that was plagued with a sickness of some kind and seeing as he got the globe with most of the other contents of the bag at the begging of the trip he wasn’t sure if Isabel would have caught something due to the cut from the glass.
He took notice to what everything else she said but deemed them unimportant for the time being despite his ‘I don’t care’ bravado he often displayed to everyone when ever he could he was more than worried about the cut he had given his first friend in America, “Sorry in advance Isabel but…” he gave a kind look in her direction as he pulled the flask from his side and emptied some of the contents on the small cut knowing full well that it was going to sting. Once he was satisfied with the spilt contents of the alcohol he let go of her hand and said, “I got the gift from Mexico who knows what could have been on the glass.” He shrugged and laid back on her bed only after putting the flask away at his side.
Once the cut was taken care of he put his ‘Whatever’ attitude back up ignoring the redness of her face slightly knowing full well it was about to get redder if he continued the topic of him sleeping in her room. “My bed might not be but the smell in there is pretty rank now and it is sort of your fault…” he grinned and continued, “and you said yourself you don't want me drinking to much, so I think the best solution is for me to crash with you till my room gets fixed up and cleaned.” He grinned and patted her bed, “Sides your bed seems it is big enough for two.” Letting out a small laugh he continued, “And I’ll pretend your not bushing for thinking about me spending a few nights here.”
Oh yes, Bacchus went there and knew that the stubborn side Isabel was famous for would surface soon. To be honest he missed Isabel and her stubborn ness, which was one of the reasons he looked foreword to coming and yelling at her for wrecking his room. The time he was gone to Columbia was far to long, to be away from Ulysses and Isabel.
The smell of blood and alcohol stung his enhanced sense of smell slightly as it overpowered the now familiar smell of Apple Blossom one that he felt was becoming to familiar, “So when you going to quite being so stubborn?” he said bluntly as he lifted his head to look at Isabel, “Must be tough to get close to someone like that…” he knew that this sudden change of the conversation would not only make her feel taken aback but any chance to see her face fill up with blood was good enough for him besides he had a few questions to ask her.
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As Bane's hand put pressure own her own, Isabel's attentions gradually drifted back to the Giant. The apology that followed shortly after had her momentarily confused, as did the flask that made a second appearance before realization dawned on her a little too late. The attempt to tug her hand back didn't quite go as planned, Bacchus' grip on her appendage being just firm enough to keep it in place as the liquid was poured over the cut. A sound of both displeasure and discomfort escaped her as the split flesh began to sting, her fingers curling into a fist as she tugged again, her second attempt more successful than the first.
"Jackass," she muttered angrily, choosing not to comment on his explanation for the action. Absentmindedly she wrapped the hem of one sleeve around her finger and applied pressure until the stinging subsided. "Now my rug's going to smell like your room," she commented sulkily, moving to retrieve the towel from her dresser. Huffily she dropped it on top of the darker patch of rug that had the liquor spilled on it, placing her foot over the fabric and stepping down in order to soak up any excess fluid.
Mentally she made a note to wash her souvenirs later on, with the exception of the night light, wich could be wiped down with a damp cloth instead. She'd need to get rid of all the glitter that had stuck to everything anyhow, though the added reason of possible germs was good motivation to do it sooner rather than later. For the time being, however, they simply had the towel tossed back on top of them as Isabel turned to glare at the individual that had settled himself back onto her bed a little too comfortably for her liking. He did not belong there.
"Get a fan if your room smells. It's your own damn fault for having such foul smelling stuff in there anyhow," she replied, crossing her arms and continuing to glare. He was not staying. "I don't want you drinking. If you need a supervisor, tell Ulysses not to give it to you. I'm not your babysitter," she continued, very nearly bristling as he patted at the comforter that was draped over her mattress, the blood that was already in her face easily heating up a little more to deepen the color of her cheeks. Subtlety obviously was not on his agenda and she most certainly wouldn't be giving into his suggestions. "The beds in the other rooms are just as big. And I'm not blushing, and I'm certainly not thinking anything about you except that you're a pest!"
The sudden shift of topic stopped her from spitting out any more unkind words. For a moment she just stared at him, wondering why he'd change the focus of the discussion so abruptly. "It's just how I am. Things work out just fine for me," she replied, a defensive tone entering her voice. She knew full well that she was lying about things always going her way. There were a number of instances where her stubborn attitude had gotten her into trouble, but she'd always managed to wriggle out of it somehow. She wasn't going to admit that sort of personal flaw to the Giant, though. "And I don't need to get that close to anyone. I have friends, that's good enough. Getting involved with people has a higher risk of ending in disappointment than friendship does. It's easier the way I do things."
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Jun 9, 2009 23:46:30 GMT -6
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Frowning slightly as the stubborn side decided to show, which was now expected Bacchus simply lied, “But Ulysses was to one that suggested the drugs,” he then slammed his head back down on her bed, “sides I like it when you baby sit me!” a large grin ran across his face as he continued, “Despite what you say I know you have fun when you ‘baby sit’ me.” he didn't want to use the words baby sit but if those were the words that Isabel decided to use he wasn’t going to correct her she called it baby sitting he called it fun… or dates all depended on the mood and the place they were at.
Laughing slightly he repeated, “I’m a pest?” he lifted his head up and frowned slightly, “If I was to get up and leave from this place we both know that you’d miss me, even if I may be a pest,” he laughed and lowered his head, “Despite me being a pest I had grown on you, and you can keep saying you don’t blush but we both know that is a lie, your just to stubborn to realize it.” He sighed and sat up as Isabel continued to answer his question he had for her knowing that he was most likely going to have to find somewhere else to sleep for the night unless he planned on kicking Isabel out, which would have been about a hard to do as move a mule unless he planned on picking her up and forcibly removing her.
Noticing her defensive tone Bacchus couldn’t help but smile as he put his chin on his knee and continued to stare at Isabel as she continued to explain how being stubborn was so awesome. Once she had finished Bacchus stood up, which caused the bed to rise slightly Bacchus walked over to Isabel and put his hands on her shoulder and started at her for a moment. He felt that it was needed to make her feel slightly uncomfortable and out of place for her to truly answer him. “It’s hard to lie to a liar, friends are good and fine but what happens when you need more than that?” he let go of Isabel and then placed his hands to his side as he walked over to the wall which contained the badges of fallen police officers.
As he gazed upon the shiny and what looked like polished badges Bacchus continued, “Most friends don’t over react when one friend gets kissed by a girl, and your telling me that you would have acted the way you did when I was drugged to a regular friend, I don’t remember much of that night but you cried at some point at least I think you did, and anything more than simple friendships are only disappointing if the person your with is disappointing, I can’t say I was ever disappointed with any of them.” Reaching up his finger and adjusting one of the crooked badges he smirked hoping to hit a nerve with Isabel, he had let her in on one of his greatest weaknesses and was now attempting to get Isabel to open up as well.
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