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.
Amber followed Elizabeth through the Mansion and to the exit. She stopped there before going outside, putting her veil back on and adjusting it so that only the slit where her eyes were was showing. "I'm sorry I'm j-just not very good with sunlight. My s-skin burns easily." It was true although an understatement. Even with her protective layers of fabric it was uncomfortable to be out in direct sunlight for more than a few minutes. Thankfully, however, despite the warmth there was some cloud cover which made going outside possible. Hopefully the shop woudln't be too far away.
Thankfully the trip to the pet store didn't take very long and by the time they arrived Amber only felt a very slight discomfort from the sunlight. Elizabeth, however, seemed more than a little jumpy as they made their way through the city. She looked at her friend in concern, but opted not to say anything. Maybe the worm man incident had effected her more than Amber had realized. Maybe she would have been effected similarly if she didn't have the option of transforming into something that could allow her to defend herself with relative ease.
Upon seeing the name of the shop, Amber grinned at her friend. "I guess we d-don't," she agreed, excitement in her voice. It was better this way, really, simply visiting the Amazon from the comfort of their own city rather than actually getting on a plain and flying to South America. It wasn't that she was against a little adventure every now and then, it was more that there was enough adventure in their own city to not feel the need to seek it out elsewhere. Maybe one day she would go on some grand trip, but not just yet.
Walking inside, Amber took it as a good sign that the place was relatively busy. She got an odd look or two from a couple of patrons, likely due to how she was dressed, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. She lowered her veil in order to allow herself to see better, although it also had the disadvantage of allowing her mutant eyes to be seen clearly. Abyss had taught her not to be ashamed, however, and she was determined to hold to that advice. "N-not yet," she answered. "M-maybe further inside."
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Elizabeth nodded to Amber’s suggestion and ventured forth into the place. The lights were dim in the store, for some reason. Perhaps they had a lot of nocturnal critters in stock? That’d make sense. Then she remembered she still had her sunglasses on. Mentally facepalming herself, Liz slipped them off and hung them on the collar of her shirt. She passed the cashier at the register and tried making sense of the arrangement of everything. As she oriented herself among a cage of rabbits and a glass enclosure of ferrets, Liz started getting a strange feeling about the place. It wasn’t really a paranoia, it was more of just an intense longing to get out of the place.
Liz tried dismissing the feeling, knowing that it was just her overactive and scared imagination. Really, everything was okay. She looked around briefly to find Amber, just to make sure. Another glance told her that there weren’t any people currently standing around and threatening her in some way. Well, besides the cashier, who’d probably noticed her frequent perimeter-scans and flighty motions. But she probably just looked like a nervous thief. Calm down Liz, it’s all okay. She reached into a little exhibit and started strolling a chinchilla’s back, feeling the silkily-smooth texture of its luxuriously soft fur.
As she absently petted the diminutive creature, she looked around for any sort of reptile. She saw some lizards! Removing her hands from the chinchilla after sending it a little jolt of happiness, Liz pranced over to the reptiles she’d noticed. A quick glance told her that none of the four lizards in the case were iguanas. In fact, none of them were more than a foot long. But they still managed to capture her attention. According to a sign, one of them was a leopard gecko. She stared at the beautiful creature for a few moments before moving on. The second lizard was a tokay gecko. It was pretty as well, having vivid blues and reds speckling it. The third critter wasn’t nearly as impressive. It was a common house gecko that looked the color of mud.
But the last lizard caught her eye and kept it. Green anoles! A smile flashed on the empath’s face as she remembered her fond experience in the mind of a green anole. The experiences that happened after it hadn’t been fun, but just being in an anole’s mind had been radical. But too bad she’d been forced to let the little guy go, once she’d gotten to the mansion. It had occurred to her, she’d had no way of keeping it or taking care of it. The idea to buy one while Amber bought an iguana was very tempting indeed.
Amber hadn't been in too many different pet stores and certainly hadn't been in any exotic pet stores over the course of her life. In her experience, pet stores normally sold things like kitties, puppies and lots and lots of fish. Maybe a bird or two just to keep things interesting. This particular pet store, however, had so many more fascinating things than that. Were those ferrets over there? Whatever they were, they were fuzzy and positively adorable. She wished she could take them home along with her long sought after iguana, but starting with one pet seemed the best idea, rather than starting with an entire family.
Amber wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to the actual people in the store. She had seen people before, lots of them, and they just weren't nearly as exciting as the animals in the store. Even though she knew she wasn't going to be able to bring any of the animals home, that didn't mean she couldn't admire them. As she wandered further into the store, she didn't even notice the glares she was getting from a couple of the patrons, nor did she hear the muttered words that just so happened to be about her. Ever since her eyes had changed, she was getting used to such things and, so long as they didn't do any more than talk, it didn't bother her. Much.
Wandering further into the store, Amber spotted the same group of lizards that Elizabeth had spotted. She walked up to her friend and stood in front of the display. They certainly were cute, weren't they? Of course, they were no iguanas, far too small for that, but she could see why someone might decide to bring any one of them home as a pet. Not only were they cute, but they were also rather colourful. Maybe one day she would get one of them too, but first her goal the iguana. Surely they had to have one around here somewhere, didn't they?
Amber was just preparing to turn around and continue her quest when a high pitched scream went through the air. She turned around, confused but alert, trying to spot the source of the threat.
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As entranced as she was with the anoles, Elizabeth only gave her friend an acknowledging look when Amber came over to the lizards as well. She knew she needed to be looking for an iguana somewhere, but she didn’t think it could hurt spending a few moments looking at the little lizards. After all, they were pretty cute, although she was heavily biased towards them. She couldn’t help but wonder if any of them had been her friend and helpful-host, re-caught and placed in the little glass block.
She wished she could touch them and enter their minds in order to verify their identities. Instead, she had to settle for her other ability, the one that wasn’t so easily stopped by solid glass. Focusing on the li’l green things in front of her face, Liz demanded their emotions to be revealed to her. The feelings obeyed their mistress immediately, as if it was their extreme honor to do so. As the emotions entered the young empath, a new one erupted from her. Liz felt a pang of sorrow as she pinpointed feelings of dullness, slight depression, deep nameless longings, and an apt feeling of being caged in. The revelation startled her a bit and Beth straightened up. Poor little guys, all trapped in this tiny cage. You guys should be…
The thought cut off as a scream sliced through the shop. Startled again, Liz jerked her head toward the source, like most everyone else in the store did, her focus on the lizards terminating and hiding their feelings again behind her mental barriers. Elizabeth watched fear flash in the eyes of a woman and she jerked away from an aisle, screaming again. It seemed like someone had asked her what was wrong, because the woman vocalized her answer to a level that allowed all the customers and employees to easily hear what it was.
“SPIDERS!” she screeched, making Liz cover an ear with her hand and glance around in paranoia. “They’ve escaped! The wolf spiders have escaped!” Hearing the woman’s words, Elizabeth’s heart froze. With a loud gulp, she managed to restart it again but it began beating too fast. Great. There were spiders lose in the store. And they were named after wolves. That couldn’t be a good thing. Why don’t they ever sell things like Flower Spiders or Unicorns Spiders? Those don’t sound quite so dangerous.
A slight movement in the shadows at the base of the shelves the lizards were on attracted her attention. It would’ve remained unnoticed by anyone else, but Liz was hyper-alert and keeping her eyes open to every imaginable spot danger could attack from. She stared a little harder at it, freezing in case it was a…yep it was a spider. Small, with slightly reflecting eyes. Brown, furry thick legs. Oh yeah, Liz was willing to bet the last ten years of her life that it was a wolf spider. An uncontrollable squeal escaped her as her fear level rose. It had already been at above normal levels, since she was still wary of the things that had happened to her before when she left the mansion, but his catapulted her over the edge. If there was one thing she just could not tolerate at all, whatsoever, it was spiders.
Her heartbeat increased even more and her breathing became more rapid. Her fear built up, until it spilled over the edges of the flood wall protecting her emotions from the surrounding ocean. Poisonous fear began contaminating the calm ocean of dullness and uncaringness around her, crating turbulent waves in the minds of every creature in the shop.
Liz slowly backed away from the monster, even as it scurried off into another shadow, its simplish mind filled with terror.
Amber's first instinctual reaction was to assume that the high pitched scream was directed at her. She tensed her muscles, preparing to either run for her life or turn and fight whatever threat might have found her. She was a mutant and whole her mutation was less visible than it was in some, it was visible enough that it had caused her problems in the past. She turned frantically from the lizard cage in order to view what was going on in the store itself. Her skin began to itch and prickle, a sure sign that her mutation was reacting to the fear she currently felt and was trying to impose itself upon her form. She tried to suppress the feeling.
“SPIDERS! They’ve escaped! The wolf spiders have escaped!”
Amber blanched, her pale skin going, astonishingly, even paler. She wasn't certain the the prospect of spiders escaping causing the scream was better or worse than the prospect of someone screaming due to her being a mutant. On the one hand, she had never really feared spiders and in fact only a few weeks ago had had a rather interesting encounter with a spider mutant. But on the other hand many people did fear spiders and when fear was involved people became unpredictable. Unpredictable people tended to turn on one another and especially upon those who were for some reason different than everyone else. Different, such as having pitch black eyes instead of normal blue or green or brown eyes.
For the longest moment the entire shop seemed frozen after the panicked utterance and then, seemingly all at once, chaos erupted. Someone else screamed and a child who couldn't have been more than 10 fainted straight away, her mother hovering over her in concern. To make the situation even worse, even the animals started freaking out. First there was silence and then cacophony. Birds started flapping and squawking, fish began swimming in frantic circles, the little lizards attempted to crawl up the glass sides of their cages and the snakes began striking at anything that moved. It was almost as if the animals were feeding off of the panic of the humans and the humans, in turn, were feeding off the panic of the animals and it continued horrible endless cycle.
"Stop!" Amber yelled, putting her hands up to her ears. She didn't like this, didn't like the panic and the fear, didn't like the feeling that the entire mob could turn on her in any moment. It wasn't her fault, none of it was her fault but she could remember very clearly the last time a mob had turned on her, a memory she really didn't want to re-experience. "Stop!" she yelled a second time. Someone, she didn't see who, ran into her head on and the prickling in her skin turned to pain. She knew what that portended, her skin turning to scales.
"Mutants!" Amber didn't know where the voice had come from except that it was somewhere inside the store, nor did she see who the voice belonged to. It was, however, a very very bad sign. The mob, all ready panicked and terrified, had found its targets.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Aug 12, 2010 22:53:07 GMT -6
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Elizabeth stopped backing away when she reached the end of the aisle, opposite to the direction the spider had taken. Despite the caterwauling and general pandemonium filling the room, Liz was unusually isolated. Her thoughts were mainly focused on the spot she’d last seen the spider, replaying the scene over and over. The way its beady little eyes glinted out from the shadows at her, wanting to eat and poison her. Well, maybe that wasn’t true, but that’s how she felt the spider thought.
The blonde mutant stood in her own little world, completely oblivious to everything going on around her. She didn’t notice the scream sand shrieks and cries of the people. She didn’t hear the various noises the animals were making, nor her affects on them. She didn’t see people hustling and bustling for the door. She didn’t notice anything, but the memory of the wolf spider. The memory and an overwhelming fear inside of her, rotting her to the spot and stealing her attention and rational thought.
It’s the funny thing about being able to sense and send emotions. Once you send a powerful emotion out, like fear, it tends to multiply and escalate on its own. This can lead to a problem, because when it rebounds off the animals and returns to you, you’re left with more than you can handle. This applied to Liz as well. The stark fear that she had accidentally forced upon all animals in attendance was now exponentially growing and reflecting back at her, demolishing her barriers and growing deep within her mind, squashing all other emotions.
So Liz stood frozen in total terror. She never even heard a big man somewhere to her left yell about mutants. She never heard Amber’s cries to make things stop. She never noticed how much distance was suddenly between her and her new friend. She never noticed hostile glares and corresponding stares leveled themselves on her dinosaur-shifting friend and her scale-clad face. She wasn’t even aware of the remaining half of the customers that had stayed in the store (obviously non-mutant-lovers) coalescing into a group that was slowly baring down on Amber and efficiently ignoring and capturing any wolf spiders in the way.
No, Liz just stood there, locked in her own little nightmare.
The fear that Amber felt was unlike any fear she had previously experienced. The first time she had been chased by a mob had been just that: the first time. She didn't know what to expect and although she had been afraid, she didn't really have a clear idea what an angry mob was capable of. Even when the worm man and his evil worms had tried to eat her it hadn't been like this. She had been afraid for her life, sure, but it wasn't the same kind of visceral, all consuming fear that she now felt. She knew what a mob was capable of, knew it in the center of her being and that thought terrified her like nothing else. One or two angry humans she could deal with, but a whole store? Not a chance.
It wasn't only her own life that Amber feared, but the life of Elizabeth as well. She was barely aware of how her friend was reacting, standing there routed in place possibly thinking the same thoughts that were currently running through her own head. Like how so many people could literally tear her limb from limb. Having things thrown at her was one thing, but now they were in close quarters, inside a building and that was so much worse. there wasn't even a place to run, not like last time. Even if she managed to change and survived the minute in which she was vulnerable, how could one dinosaur, no matter that it had deadly teeth and claws, hope to dispatch all her enemies? Enemies that hated her. She didn't know if she could rely on her friend to help, didn't know if they would both be devoured by the hatred of the angry men and women starting at them in accusatory fashion.
Amber tried desperately to resist the changes trying to impose themselves upon her flesh. If only she could appear normal, if only her scaled flesh could return to its natural pale white state then maybe, just maybe, the mob of humans would leave her alone. Resisting, however, was pointless and only served to make the normally painful process even worse. Despite her greatest efforts, a scream erupted from her mouth as her flesh began to stretch and expand. A horn began growing from the end of her nose, followed swiftly by a wreath of bone and horn coming out of her neck. As her mass began to expand, her posture changed and she was forced onto four legs. Although unaware of its happening, her robes began to tear and rip as her massive body expanded beyond what they could hold. Even her loose robes couldn't hold the entire size of her Styracosaurus form. Finally her tail grew behind her and only once the final changes overtook her did the pain and her scream stop.
It was, perhaps, only because of the shockingly grotesque nature of Amber's transformation that kept the angry mob away from herself although she wasn't aware of how or if they were reacting to Elizabeth. Or perhaps it was due to the unexpected scream of agony. Possibly it was even due to the shock of the way the animals all around them were reacting in such an unnatural manner. Regardless of the reason, the ominous enemies did not advance during the entire minute that it took Amber to transform but with every second that ticked by, they became more threatening, more afraid and therefore more dangerous.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Aug 16, 2010 9:53:27 GMT -6
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But Elizabeth did notice the terrible scream. Blinking a bit as she snapped out of her semi-trance, Liz glanced around in confusion for the source, wondering where a wolf spider was. Then her eyes settled on Amber. She was changing. Elizabeth’s fear kept her feet solidly glued to the ground as she watched her friend’s body explode into a strange and…familiar form. Liz stared as the horn grew, the frill popped, the tail shot out, and her friend just get really, really, big. In short, she was exactly like Liz remembered her. A prehistoric tank.
Irrationally scared at the sight of the beast that Amber had become, Liz kept backing away, soon going down another aisle. The group of men and women only slightly registered in her mind. Her fear of the spiders and the reflected random fear from the animals that she had sent coalesced into one thing and gave Amber as its source. Terror flickered in her brown eyes. She soon moved through the ring of people, always knowing that it was Amber inside that dinosaur’s body but still hopelessly terrified by it.
Creatures were still smoldering in chaos. A couple of monkeys were shrieking and screeching off against a wall. A fox kept pacing and growling at everything. The incredible racket in the air strongly discouraged clear thought. The incredible influx of rebounded and intensified emotions strongly discouraged anything besides backing away from a dinosaur very slowly. That’s all Liz could do. A flurry of motion by her feet attracted her paranoid eyes and she let out a pathetically quiet shriek as another wolf spider ran by. She even jumped back.
Right into a shelf full of glass cases.
Before she knew, Liz was falling. Even as her altitude diminished, her eyes remained locked on the beast on the other side of the crowd. And then CRASH! Glass shattered and various shards went flying as the shelf, the cages, and the girl hit the ground. A scream flooded the air as crystal-like splinters tore into Beth’s back and limbs, drawing bits of blood. The metal shelves dug painfully into her back, making Liz unconsciously assume that she was going to be having some major bruises the next day. Drowning in stark terror and its friend, Pain, Liz managed to curl up into the fetal position, even while suspended by the now-vertical shelf platforms.
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled to deal with the pain and fear. It was no use. And then she felt the curious sensation of many legs being on her. As in, eight legged creatures of the tarantula and emperor scorpion variety. She screamed.
Normally when Amber changed she felt powerful. Her human body was frail and weak, not even able to withstand the innocent rays of the sun. In one of her dinosaur forms, pretty much any of her dinosaur forms, however, she was far superior to that of a mere human. Pretty much any form she chose had advantages over weak human flesh, whether it was the speed and stealth of a Compsognathus, the senses and deadly claws of a Deinonychus or the wings of a Pterodaustro. At the present moment, however, despite being massive and strong with giant horns growing out of her skull, she just felt exposed and vulnerable. She was too big for such a small space, there was no space to move, no place to flee to. She wasn't even sure that she could fit out the door and the only thing she wanted to do was flee for her life.
Amber wasn't aware of anything that Elizabeth was doing. She heard the sound of glass breaking but didn't register in her mind what that meant. She didn't think of escaping scorpions or spiders and, even if she had, she woudln't have had room in her head to feel any more terror than she was all ready feeling. The crowd around her, however, most certainly was aware of what was happening and, moments after the horrific crash, panicked screaming commenced. Amber felt the undeniable urge to put her hands over her ears to block out the shrill sounds of fear and panic and the only thing that stopped her from doing so was the fact that she didn't presently have hands. She let out a whimper which, in her current form, came out sounding more like a low growl.
Amber backed up, unable to see what was behind her. Her body quivered with fear and her skin felt cold and clammy, even colder than it usually did while she was transformed. Her tail bumped into something, a glass case, and she heard a crash and the sound of shattered glass. She had no idea what could have possibly escaped from the shattered case until she heard a hiss and a sharp pain in her ankle as something lashed out and bit her. She screeched in pain and fear knowing, even in her current compromised mental state, that snakes were oftentimes poisonous, sometimes poisonous enough to kill humans. Whether or not they were also poisonous enough to kill something the size of an elephant she didn't have a clue but she didn't want to find out.
"Halt! D-Don't move!" The voice came from a young man, possibly in his early twenties, who was currently holding a gun and pointing it at Amber. The gun shook heavily in the man's hand and Amber let out a terrified roar. The sound caused the man to twitch, the trigger was pulled and the bullet flew out of the gun, grazing Amber across the back. Pain erupted from the wound, mingling with the pain the unknown snake had caused just moments before. Only the man's own fear and unsteady hand had saved her from more than a mere flesh wound.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Aug 18, 2010 12:21:47 GMT -6
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Elizabeth’s soprano cry pierced the air, becoming the audio embodiment of the drenching fear that filled the store. It was written by her intense fear of arachnids, composed by an automatic reaction to being covered in arachnids, and was harmonized with by dozens and dozens of animals caught in a cycle of reflecting and receiving some nameless fear. And the horror movie’s theme song had to have been heard all over the city. Liz had a powerful set of lungs and they really showed, holding that single, bloodcurdling note for ages and ages. It probably surprised everyone within earshot that all the glass and crystal in the city didn’t spontaneously shatter.
Her blaring scream slowly died off as her lungs finally gave up their last bits of air. Tears flowed down her face as she started coughing. A sharp pain in her leg enticed a pathetic screech to be heard, but she didn’t have much more than that in her. And besides, it didn’t really hurt worse than the multitudes of scrapes and slices along her back, the result of falling on shattered glass. If Liz had been half rational at the time, she would’ve thought that her back had been ran over with a lawn mower. But the only thing that mattered to her were unknown things crawling away from her as fast as possible, her assailant and other arachnids falling prey to the might of the terror Liz was still broadcasting. Her mental barriers had been washed out minutes ago, leaving her totally vulnerable to every strand of feeling and thread of emotion that any animal around her felt.
Even though she soon realized that she didn’t feel anything on her, the blonde remained curled up. Paralytic fear froze her to the shelves. Nerve endings firing off everywhere, causing great pain, strongly discouraged the idea of attempting to get up. She was reduced to her weeping and moaning. But somehow, something managed to penetrate her tormented mind. A gunshot. Fresh fear, the spicy kind that can only be served from personal experience, mingled in with her mostly-baseless fear that she had sucked from the hearts of all the animals. Vivid images flashed through Elizabeth’s mind.
She was at a movie theater. She was sitting when suddenly a bunch of men walked in, brandishing machine guns. Then they took her hostage. And suddenly she was crawling away as they began shooting and firing at everything.
She was in the park. She was a lizard. She was running and she could hear gunshots. Dirt and dead leaves exploded around her as she powered the anole’s legs in order to return to her body. She dodged several times, narrowly avoiding several hits.
She was being dragged backwards. In front of her, shrinking with every step taken, Carrick and Haylee stood in open defiance. A hand was clamped over her mouth. Then, as Carrick looked about to attack, someone materialized out of the shadows and shot at Carrick.
Suddenly something touched her, breaking her out of her horrible memories. “Aaaiiiiiii!” she screamed, unconsciously flinching away from the object. “Easy there, calm down,” a strong and warm voice said. Somehow, Liz recognized two hands wrapping around her arms. And then a blast of pain ripped along her back and she was pulled up and off the fallen shelves. With a whimper of pain and disorientation from the confusion, Liz shakily stood on her feet, heavily leaning against the man that had helped her up. Away from the painful shelves poking into her side and back, Liz was able to think a bit more clearly through the smoke caused by the burning pain and the dark fog from all the fright.
In front of her, a short aisle or two down, stood a ring of people, surrounding the dinosaur. But this time she wasn’t scared of it, for some strange reason. And then she noticed a scarlet liquid rolling down the beast’s back. “Amber!” she whispered quietly, yelling as best she could. The man keeping her up looked at her and asked, “Do you know that thing?” Concern and a bit of fear slipped around in his voice. “Yes,” Liz responded, tears running down her cheek still.
Suddenly, Liz was falling again. “Mutie!” she heard through the confusion in her mind. “We got another one over here!” By then the injured mutant had fallen, slamming against the cold linoleum in a burst of paralyzing pain. Gasping for the wind that had been knocked out of her, Liz caught a glimpse of something moving away out of the corner of her now-horizontal vision. On impulse, and out of desperation, Elizabeth managed to painfully stretch out a hand and grasp it.
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The giant’s voice boomed on the phone he was holding near his ear, ”Alright, alright I get it I’m in the wrong,” Bacchus said as he headed to a nearby pet shop where hopefully he could pick up a few new ‘specimen’ as Ulysses his partner in crime had called them. Three scorpions, a few spiders and what ever else he could find that they didn’t have back at the ‘lab’. It wasn’t that difficult for him to think about what they had and didn’t have. After all he was the one that had started collecting them.
Rats, snakes, lizards, bats, insects, they were only the tip of the ice burg. Bacchus let out a giant sized and over dramatic sigh over the phone, ”Yeah, yeah, yeah next time I won’t leave the cage open after I perform a growth on the fangs… yes I know she ended up attempting to eat Eli…” Bacchus sighed and rolled his eyes, ”Eli can take care of himself… Hanging up now mom!” Bacchus said his voice ending on a loud note.
Closing the phone and placing it into his pocket Bacchus caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, his buzz cut was covered by a baseball cap that he personally had to make bigger less it wouldn’t fit his large head, ‘one size fits all my arse’. Bacchus thought as he pressed his thumb to the side of the face still a bit upset it wasn’t his normal face. Due to his most recent escapade he no longer felt entirely safe walking the streets with his normal face less he would wind back up in the slammer a place he didn’t care to visit anytime soon. So being the mutant he was he decided to make it a little more difficult to identify him as well himself.
Ears slightly larger, nose a bit mote rounded and more defined jaw. For the most part the rest of his body looked like his normal three inches short of seven feet tall self. It was kind of hard to hide that part of him self.
“Mutie!”
His ears rang out as he turned his attention around the corner to the shop he was heading for, pushing his way through one or two people he looked in the window for a second then opened the door. Looking past an angry mob, (a cliché he not only loved but often enjoyed being a part of) he spotted a girl with blood on her and a dinosaur, only it was more dead looking and real… ”Don’t have one of those!” Bacchus said in his thick Australian accent looking at the triceratops looking creature.
The girl and reptilian thing looked scared, and their fear was coming from their interaction with an angry mob. Blinking and eyeing a gun pointed at the dinosaur, ”Oi!” taking a step forward and feeling a squish under his boot he looked at a spider and then looked back to the mob. ”Damn it, needed one of those…”
(OOC:Only here to distract with the first post, second post GB will save the day! Hope it's alright!)
Amber's brain didn't seem to be working properly. Had it been she might have realized just how much larger she was than any of the humans currently surrounding her. Not only that but she also happened to have rather sizable horns which could do some definate damage if it came down to it. Not that she wanted to hurt anyone, of course, but its what her sister would have done. She knew deep down that Aura would much prefer her to gore someone with her nose horn than to allow any filthy human, and she was sure those would be her sister's words, to harm her. But she just couldn't do it, not knowing that she could very easily kill someone.
The problem went far beyond a prohibition against killing, however. Had it been merely that Amber might have taken the plunge and just gone for it, hoping for the best. It wasn't just her life in danger now, it was Elizabeth's too, who was now in the circle of angry humans beside her. There was something wrong with her eyes, everyone around her drifting in and out of focus. Her muscles, also, didn't appear to be working quite right. While it was still possible to hold up her weight, she wasn't certain that they could take a full blown charge against someone. The snake, the only explanation she could think of was that it had to be because of the snake that had bitten her. The fear coursing through her went up another notch.
Something hard struck Amber from behind. She tried to spin to get a look of who had thrown it, but her legs refused to cooperate and she stumbled, managing to keep her feet but not managing to complete the turn. If the effects of the venom were this bad in her current form, so much larger than human, what would happen when she shifted back? It didn't seem unreasonable at just that moment that shifting back might lead to death.
Another item struck Amber, this time from the side. She managed to turn her head just in time to see one of the mob members throwing a cup at her. She roared, the sound not coming out quite a strongly as it normally would. It was, however, still much louder than any roar a mere human could produce and it caused the mob to take a step back in shock. Unfortunately the shock didn't laugh and, as soon as the echoes of the roar quieted down, the mob was back and more angry than ever.
Had Amber been the type to believe in a god she would have begun praying. However, she did not and instead of silent prayers to a god that may or may not exist, she sent out a private plead for any nearby mutants to come and rescue her and Elizabeth. Without rescue she was certain they were both going to die right then and there in the pet store and while there were many things she did not know, she was quite certain she did not want to die. Miraculously, as if her silent mental plea for help had been heard, someone appeared at the door, a large man who didn't seem to be terrified of the fact that she was presently a large dinosaur. She had no idea if he was a mutant nor if he actually intended to do something to help. All she could do was stare at him and hope he had it in his hear to do something to help herself and Elizabet h because they were certainly in no position to help themselves.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Aug 21, 2010 20:49:41 GMT -6
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Zek
For the longest fraction of time, Elizabeth hung suspended out of her mind. The chaos surrounding her was gone. No sound of bigoted people could reach her in her present state in between minds. No pain from various minor wounds and bruises could find her either. For that brief, brief, brief blink of an eye, Elizabeth was safe. Her fear was all she had, but even that paled however momentarily when confronted by the…emptiness, of the strange transitional stage between minds. For that infinitesimal speck of time, nothing mattered to her.
And then with an imagined SLAM! Liz was assaulted by sensory data, a flood of fear, and a new brain. Instinctively, her consciousness seeped into every last bit of the creature, establishing her dominion over the beast, as it was her power to do so. Immediately, Liz knew how to interpret what she was hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and touching. She also automatically knew how to deal with the same emotions she and the creature were feeling. She stiffened the skin that was hanging under her neck and inflated it, feeling cornered and trying to look bigger. She backed up, adapting herself to match the animal’s instincts, and bobbed her head, an open threat against everything.
For some reason, Liz just wasn’t as scared now. Her thinking had already improved, allowing a bit of intelligence to resurrect itself. With intellect, it allowed Liz the slight ability to express curiosity. Mainly curiosity as to what on Earth she was possessing. Within a second, which is a lifetime when dealing with instantaneous thoughts, Liz found her answer. Recalling images from the creature’s mind, Elizabeth had a clear idea of what she was. An iguana, one that probably managed to escape from a broken cage or something. If she still hadn’t been scared or been being fed primal fear from the creature, Liz might’ve laughed in her thoughts. But it never even occurred to her.
Somehow she detected movement around her and Iguana-Girl twisted around and bumped into something. She hissed, claws slashing into whatever it was. Both the mutant and reptile knew it wasn’t safe. A tiny hint of surprise tried worming its way through them before being squished by fear when their claws shredded denim. Looking up a bit, Iguana-Girl could see an angry human standing there, making up a post in a fence of angry humans standing around a dinosaur and…a body. She never thought of it, but she hadn’t known that she had been pushed that close to Amber.
Then her window of rational reasoning blew out as a boiling and roaring sea washed into her mind. It wasn’t as turbulent as it was a minute or so ago, but it was still enough to screw her over. Her fear homogenously mixed with the iguana’s and they reacted. With slightly diluted reflected fear channeling through Liz, she provided the power to start up the green iguana’s last defensive mechanism and territorialism. She charged into the midst of the ring, beside the bleeding body that had no consciousness. With a wild hiss, Iguana-Girl lashed out against ankles and legs with lightning-fast strikes of her tail and claws and biting whatever she could. No way were the predatorily humans going to take her out without a fight!
In the middle of it all, neither Elizabeth nor the iguana ever noticed the man who had just entered the store. They were totally oblivious that their salvation or termination could very well be at hand.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Aug 28, 2010 10:15:09 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
The giant blinked, it was for the most part chaos, snakes everywhere the decayed looking dinosaur the mob and the critters they ran everywhere. Turning back to the mob and the dinosaur (who stumbled) was no being pelted by… cups? Really they were trying to defeat an injured beastie like that with cups? He would have used a hammer… or his fist, but that was beside the point. His attention snapped when he noticed the dino noticing him, or at least looking in his general direction.
One girl’s body laid motionless on the ground while the dino stumbled, if he was familiar with dinosaurs and their facial features he could tell that this one was in a panic. Sighing and slamming his foot to create a loud enough thud to draw everyone’s attention away from the limp body and hissing reptiles.
The majority of the mob turned to face Bacchus and a few of them look scared, while he was normally a foot or two taller than most people in his normal form, now with the help of his mutation he shot up another foot standing close to eight feet tall. If he jumped now not only his head but also the upper half of his torso would have joined him in going through the ceiling. All he had to do is lift his hand slightly over his head and it would have touched the ceiling. “Mutant!”
Again Bacchus sighed at their stupidity, ”Duh? You lot are a smart bunch ain’t ya?” Bacchus asked as he enlarged his right hand making it become larger and more threatening. Slamming his fist on the ground forcing the surface to be cracked Bacchus grinned, ”Don’t know what is going on but it’s a lil’ hard to get my pet shopping done with all these people here…” he waited a second and they all looked at him, it was clear they didn’t understand where he was going with this, ”Fine… guess you’ll need to play follow the leader…” stepping forward Bacchus’s hand shot out and reached for the guy with the gun who had shot the dinosaur (who he was sure was a mutant or a by product of a mutant).
The man called out for help and fired his gun at Bacchus’s hand but he only managed to get off one shot before Bacchus’s hand wrapped around the guy. The burning sensation of the bullet lasted only for a second before he managed to lift the gunman off the ground. Turning to his side Bacchus launched him out the large glass framed window where he watched the chaos unfold from moments before. The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the pet shop.
”Now, you want to play follow the leader or do you need me to show you all the way?” it was then in a mass panic the members of the mob (something Bacchus usually liked to rile up) exited the store some attempting to run around him others just jumping out of the glass window. Once the scene was clear of the mob members Bacchus shrunk to his normal size and reached into his pocket to remove a phone.
Pressing a button on it then holding it to his ear Bacchus spoke, ”Llyses might want to get a van here A.S.A.P. couldn’t really keep a low profile… you know me ant mobs…” Nodding his head slightly Bacchus hung up his phone and placed it into his pocket. ”Now… for you two…” Bacchus said as he took another few steps closer to the dinosaur and the lifeless body of the girl that was now being protected by an Iguana.
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Just when Amber was convinced that things couldn't possibly get any worse, she realized that Liz was unconsious on the floor and there was an iguana now standing protectively over her body. The irony of the situation, despite her continued panic and terror, nevertheless did not escape her. She turned into dinosaurs in times of danger and fear and it seemed her friend retreated into the body of animals in similar situations. An iguana might not have been the most effective of guardians, but it was a lot better than many of the other potential choices. At lest it wasn't a newt.
Amber let out another threatening roar and if it was weaker than it should have been it was still nearly deafoning in volume, attempting to charge a human that got too close for comfort. She stumbled a little for a second time and the world swayed around her. At least she managed to keep her feet, however, and at least the venom didn't appear to be worsening in her system. True they were small details to be thankful of, but given the dire nature of present circumstances those small details were all she had to hold onto and she tenaciously held to them as if her life depended upon it. It might even be said that, perhaps, her life did depend upon it.
”Duh? You lot are a smart bunch ain’t ya?”
Amber split her attention between the giant of a man and the angry mob still surrounding her. Giant of a man indeed, had he just grown even larger? She blinked her eyes blearily and confirmed that it wasn't just the snake venom inside her body, but he actually had somehow grown bigger. If there were any gods at all in the universe, she sent her silent thanks to every single one of them that a mutant had come to their rescue.
The gun that had previously shot Amber went off a second time, and she cringed away from the sound. Their rescuer, however, seemed to not even be phased by it. Whoever he was, her admiration for him began to grow. Not even Abyss, she was pretty sure, could have shrugged off a bullet like that and she knew very well the kind of power that Abyss had. The giant then proceeded to pick up the offender and throw him clear out the window in an amazing display of strength.
Somehow the giant even managed to disperse the crowd, causing them to flee in a panic through the door of the pet shop. How he managed to do so when she hadn't, even in the body of a Styracosaurus, Amber had no idea and all she could do was look on in awe. She felt numb and not all of it was from the venom, having gone from utterly terrified for her life to, suddenly and unexpected, potentially safe? She didn't register the words that were coming out of the giant's mouth as he spoke on his tiny little cell phone but she didn't try to move away when the giant approached her. He was now officially her hero, after all.