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?
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Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jul 5, 2011 22:51:31 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn saw the trash cans rolling towards her, but she knew that it shouldn't be a problem for her. Just one good blast, and those things would be headed straight for the face of the monster who threw them.
Poom.
That. Wasn't a good blast. It might have been powerful enough to blow back the lion-man's mane a little, but it did virtually nothing for Kaitlyn's trash can problem. Unable to get up or scramble out of the way, all she could do was sit back and watch as the metal cans rolled over and hit her.
Or as a masked man fell out of the sky and got in the way.
The smaller vigilante took a few seconds to wrap her mind around what was happening, but she soon had it figured out. Another masked superhero had just decided to drop in and help her.
“Thanks.” She was still too angry at the hitman to be properly excited about meeting a fellow superhero. After scrambling to her feet and walking to her savior's side, she used her knife to point at the dead pigeon mutant with the bloody stab wound in his chest. “He killed him!” she announced, her voice teeming with outrage. “We need to teach him a lesson.”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
The cans flew and Vicente knew they were going to hit. Even with her abilities, she could not keep it up forever. There was no way. Those trashcans would smack her hard and daze her long enough to get in close and dig his fangs into her throat. One solid bite to her windpipe would be all that was required to finally rid himself of this pesky little albatross. The evening had stretched out farther than he wanted it to and it was time to simply end this. No more listening to that child, no more wasting his time, no more being knocked flat onto his butt; it was time for her to be stopped.
But the trashcans never reached their mark! So close! So utterly close! She was down on her butt, unable to move and those heavy, metallic bins were flying directly at her but…something got in the way.
CRAAAASH!! CLANNNNG!!!
Vicente watched as the first trashcan was neatly swatted away as if it was nothing but the other struck flesh. Unfortunately it was not the flesh he was looking to harm. Someone else had to apparently join the party. He was tall, looked strong, but of course he too was in a costume. Great, another superhero wannabe but this one had to be older and in costume as well. This was getting far too ridiculous for the old assassin.
What was with people in this city running around in Halloween costumes?
>> "Alright... Whoever threw that better-what the..."
>> “Thanks…He killed him! We need to teach him a lesson.”
Vicente arched his thick, lion’s brow and licked his blackened lips with his rough, pink tongue. There was another intruding and the first thing his mind jumped to was the need to rush forward and spill the newcomer’s blood. But even as the savagery attempted to control his mind, Vicente held it back. The man was more imposing and the assassin was no stupid. He knew when and where to pick fights, and most importantly he knew to assess his foe before he threw himself into a fruitless battle.
A grin on his lion’s maw and he watched the little brat run up to the taller man in costume and pretty much tattle-tale on him. Her performance was getting more and more pathetic as time went on.
“Me?” he said innocently with a shrug. “It was simply a mercy killing, After all,” he nodded to the little girl pretending to be a superhero. “Princess over there was the one that created a blast so hard she broken the poor mutant’s spine. I was not going to allow him to live the rest of his life as a paraplegic just because the child there cannot control her abilities.”
Saph had apparently landed in the middle of a storm of sh... no, that was an inappropriate image... A cluster f... Nope, not that either. In the middle of a rock and a hard place? Sure, that worked. Through the lens of The Judge he was given only a few seconds to sum up a situation that was way more complex than he'd expected. The girl hopped right to his side- the trash cans had been destined for her. With his own strength he kicked the trash can against his leg to the side.
His eyes shot to the dead pigeon man, and narrowed. He took in the testimonies of the witnesses- both also suspects at this point. “Thanks…He killed him! We need to teach him a lesson.” His voice came out even more harsh and grating than he'd thought possible of himself.
"We aren't doing anything, Kid. You've clearly done enough. Go home. Your parents are probably worried sick."
He'd developed a different, deeper, growling voice for The Judge than the one he used in everyday life- someone who knew him closely could probably tell it was him, but he didn't plan to let any more people get too close to him anyways.. He'd recently learned for sure that all that stuff just lead to more pain. All he truly had was this.
“Me? It was simply a mercy killing, After all, Princess over there was the one that created a blast so hard she broken the poor mutant’s spine. I was not going to allow him to live the rest of his life as a paraplegic just because the child there cannot control her abilities.”
He looked over to the lion man- His toothy grin, his nonchalant way of speaking about a man who's life he'd recently ended. Nothing about this man even whispered innocent. He was a monster; the look of hunger in his eyes was inhuman. The girl had probably caused all of this damage trying to fight him... She was clearly dangerous, he should have stopped her weeks ago. That was unimportant now. All that was important was this.
"Something tells me you don't know a damned thing about mercy... I'll deal with the girl's punishment later, after I take care of you."
The Judge reached up to his back and unlatched a rather large sledge hammer. He didn't feel his usual crowbar was right for The Judge. This weapon was much more solid... Final.
He waited for the other man to make the first move.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jul 7, 2011 1:26:34 GMT -6
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>>"We aren't doing anything, Kid. You've clearly done enough. Go home. Your parents are probably worried sick."
Enough? Who was this guy to decide when Kaitlyn had done enough? This decision was hers to make and hers alone, and if she had to decide right now, “enough” would involve the hitman living in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The younger vigilante shot her elder a disapproving glare, taking in every detail that she could make out in the dark of the night.
Wait. Her glare became much less disapproving when she began thinking about the J on his mask. This was the Judge! Under different circumstances, Kaitlyn would have asked for an autograph. Under different circumstances, it would be readily apparent that she'd heard a lot about him, that she really looked up to him. But for now, she was upset with him. Really, telling her to leave? Talking about those pesky parents that should be around to worry about her? That wasn't cool. Even so, she began considering the possibility that the Judge had a point.
Then, the lion-headed man started talking again, and her hatred for him overrode any part of her mind that saw the wisdom in doing as the Judge said. She was going to give this guy a one-way ticket to wheelchair land; Mr. Superhero could just deal with it.
>>"Something tells me you don't know a damned thing about mercy... I'll deal with the girl's punishment later, after I take care of you."
Hah, he sure told hi – hold up! Kaitlyn's eyebrows furrowed. “Punishment?”
>> "Something tells me you don't know a damned thing about mercy... I'll deal with the girl's punishment later, after I take care of you."
>> “Punishment?”
Vicente grinned as he listened to the pair of them. It was more than obvious that the girl was simply not wanted here. She was a child running around and pretending to be a superhero and getting herself in trouble. Though the man was no better dressed up in a costume with that ridiculous “J” on his mask, at least he carried some hint of the air of intimidation. The old assassin knew that man would be trouble. He was strong looking as well as seemed to have some stupid moral, vigilante code that he ran by. That mean buying him off or threatening won’t really work. Unless he could get to someone close to him and threaten their life…
…but he would take care of that later. For now, he had to deal with a pair of angry wannabe superheroes in tights. That will be difficult enough.
Cracking his lion-like neck, the man purred and growled instinctively as he locked his feral, golden eyes on the pair of them. The situation was definitely not in his favor: the girl had this potential for being extremely destructive, with those sonic booms of her’s. The man, well, Vicente was sure that the man had some sort of ability but he could not outright figure it out. He did cast away that first trashcan like it was nothing. And on top of all that he wielded a sledgehammer! The guy meant business.
Vicente knew when he was outgunned, so the only thing he would really was get away and deal with them on separate terms. But to do that…he needed them to turn on each other. It should provide enough of a distraction.
A glance to the girl and he mentally grinned. She was stubborn and hot headed and with her inability to control those shockwaves, it could prove to be quite useful.
Licking his lips, he slowly lingered his human hand near one of his sheathed blades and focused squarely on the child.
“You hear that, mija?” he said with a condescending tone. “The REAL superheroes don’t want you to play with them. Maybe you should go home. Give you a chance to change those diapers I’m sure you’ve thoroughly soiled by now.” He glanced for the briefest of seconds off to the side and saw the barely open door that led into one of the abandoned buildings that lined the alleyway. It would make the perfect escape. “Let the Real hero do his job. After all…I’m sure he’s never paralyzed the person that he was trying to save like some pathetic amateur…”
The Judge had a little problem. He told the little girl next to him to go away, but he didn't feel her run off with his extra sense, didn't hear her scurry away. Apparently, this little wannabe vigilante had problems when it came to listening to authority figures... Who woulda guessed?
"Kid... You're still here. You gonna fix that?" He didn't look away from the lion faced mutant in front of him- he had an odd feeling that such an action might be deadly for him. Saph had no idea what the full extent of this guy's mutation was... Could he run as fast as a lion? Did he have insane strength? Cat-like reflexes? A quick glance to the dead body on the side ruled out strength in his mind... Why use a knife when you could kill something in one swipe?
He looked back to the man just in time to see him look back from wherever he'd been looking himself... He glared as the lion started talking. He admitted that the girl had been trying to save the man... It didn't take a huge leap to come to the conclusion that he would have died without her here, and this man would have made it happen. She'd made his death a lot more painful, though... It didn't matter, though.
Saph just wished that he hadn't wasted an unnecessarily huge amount of kenetic energy on stopping that trash can. He might have been able to finish this fight quickly, but now it would be a struggle. Saph began to walk toward Vincente, his hammer over his shoulder. "For a murderer who is about to get his just desserts, you talk quite a lot. I'm fine with that. It won't be much longer."
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jul 17, 2011 2:54:32 GMT -6
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>>"Kid... You're still here. You gonna fix that?"
By now, Kaitlyn didn't care how many newspaper clippings about this guy she had stashed in her room. He couldn't just fall out of the sky and tell her to walk away from this. “You know what?” she began, her voice just loud enough for the other vigilante to hear.
The hitman didn't let her finish.
She stood in silence, giving lion-head a glare of death as he spoke. The smallest Orderling stopped paying attention to what he was saying halfway through his little rant; instead, she was trying to visualize what would happen if she grabbed this jerk's head and let her powers loose. If she could turn a large, wooden pool table into splinters like that, what could she do to a lion-mutant's head?
Before tonight, just thinking about this sort of thing would horrify her. But now, even while the assassin was still mocking her, the little redhead almost smiled at him.
“You know what?” she spoke up once the others finally let her get a word in. “You,” she pointed at the Judge, “aren't the boss of me. Now shut up and help me get rid of him.”
Before anyone could say anything else, Kaitlyn pushed her arms out in front of her and sent another ear-splitting blast down the alleyway, knocking herself down and hitting the hitman, but leaving the Judge completely untouched.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
>> "Kid... You're still here. You gonna fix that?"
>> “You know what? You…aren't the boss of me. Now shut up and help me get rid of him.”
Vicente grinned, knowing that he was beginning to get to the girl. That was fine with him. She deserved to get a little hot under the collar. Between the pair of them, he was more worried about the man with the large “J” stitched into his mask, wielding the hammer. But the girl…she had some dangerous potential. One angry twitch and he was fairly certain that she would crush all his bones in his body. But he needed her to be mad right now. He needed her off kilter and sloppy. That was the only way he was going to get out of this without finding himself losing his head.
Faaaaaaa-KOOOOOOOM!!![/b]
Her tiny digits raised, a look of pure irritation across her face, and suddenly there was that deafening blast that rattled the heightened sensitivity of his ears. Vicente growled but things could not have gone more according to his plans. The girl was getting sloppy, angry, and that meant she was going to make mistakes and, if anything, be little more than a liability to the much taller vigilante.
Perfect.
The smile that creased his face quickly evaporated the second he felt the shockwave’s oncoming. He watched the little exploder fall back onto her butt and already he knew this one was going to hurt. Curling into himself, Vicente snarled and barely braced himself impact when he felt the first part of it slam into the back of his shoulder. He gasped in pain but gritted his teeth as that feeling of pressure grew and grew until finally he felt himself being lifted off his feet and sent flying off to the side. The assassin snarled, his lion’s head wincing in pain, then waved in the crisp, evening air until finally he slammed, hard, amidst the trash and cans that lined a brick wall.
Vicente gasped for a moment, then another before he looked off to the side and saw that he was right next to the partially broken door. It was time for him to make his exit and if they dared to follow, then he had another way in which he would use that little psychopath with the abilities far too grand for her to contain. It would not be hard, all he had to do was make her angry again.
But for now…
Vicente moved onto his feet, using every second to catch his breath. When he was finally standing, he looked eyes with the pair of them before his lion’s maw snarled into a grin. He then suddenly reached out uplifted his hand to the pair of them and gave them a lewd gesture. With that he bolted off to the side, flew through the door and slammed it closed.
The sound of clinking chains and broken glass all over the floor proved to him that this was an abandoned building, more than likely unused for years. With a snarl and focusing his golden eyes in dark, Vicente ran off to find the nearest exit and put as much space between not only himself and the little girl, but the overly quiet man with the stitched on J…
Posted by Saphirus on Aug 15, 2011 17:17:28 GMT -6
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CHRIST ALMIGHTY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! The kid had decided to disobey him, and try to act on her own again, and Saph had been about to reach out and stop her when all of a sudden he felt a great force erupt from the girl... The sheer surprise and overwhelming power was enough to bring him down to a knee for a moment. His sixth sense felt the explosion as it lashed out toward the lion man, and destroyed everything in it's path...
The Judge climbed to his feet slowly, staring at the kid silently... Jesus, she was something else, wasn't she? A walking, talking explosion factory... no wonder she'd been spreading so much destruction, her power was to destroy... Just like his. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. People tended not to want to go near someone when they knew that with one touch they could erase someone from existence... He knew this personally. Her life was probably pretty lonely... He wondered if she lived at that sanctuary; most of her activity had centered around that area. If so, he had a feeling she might not be associating with the right kind of people- he'd heard the rumors; everyone had.
Maybe he could help her...
That was a thought for another time, though. He felt the lion man running off to the side and slamming the door behind him- he was trying to escape!
"For F$#%'s sake kid, stay here!"
He turned and hobbled after the man, kicking the door open with his own strength, and following the rout the man was taking as fast as he could- his sixth sense really helped out in his case, but the man could run faster than he could hobble... If he could get within sight of him he could stop the Lion man for sure, but otherswise, it was looking like he might escape.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Aug 16, 2011 0:16:38 GMT -6
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From her less-than-comfortable seat in the middle of the alleyway, Kaitlyn watched in disbelief as the lion-man escaped through an open door. This guy shouldn't even be able to stand up. Some of his bones had to be broken by now. But he got right back up and bolted through that door like all of the punishment Kaitlyn gave him was nothing.
She decided to do what the Judge said this time. As the sledgehammer swinging superhero stumbled after the lion -headed hitman, she decided to scoot over to one of the walls of the alleyway and get comfortable. Or as comfortable as she could get in such a place.
The dead pigeon-man, Walter, was still there. His clothes were soaked with his blood, which was shed on her watch, even as she tried to stop it. Kaitlyn tried not to look at him too much, but with nothing else of interest in the alleyway, her eyes kept drifting back to him.
As much as she didn't want to admit it, maybe the hitman was right. Maybe she had no business being out here, doing what she was doing at this time of night. She had a chance to stop a murderer, and she blew it.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Vicente was not normally the type to run. He hated to run. But he was not stupid. He knew when he was outnumbered and out gunned. That masked man did not seem like any pushover and that little girl packed a hell of a punch. Even with his skills he would not be much of a match against her. Not face to face anyway. Next time, if he ran into her again, he make sure to creep up behind and stab her through the heart. Quick…and easy. She was a good warrior, so she deserved a quick death. He would be only too happy to grant her that.
But as the assassin got about halfway through the warehouse, suddenly he heard the door open and slam behind him. The sledgehammer carrying lunatic was still out to bring him to “justice”.
That man was no superhero though…he was a cold blooded vigilante, nothing more. Vicente knew that look in the man’s eyes. He knew that dead sparkle that showed a man who did not care who he killed for his cause. The man had an obsession about him. An obsession that told Vicente that this would be no simple “beat-up-and-haul-to-jail”. This man played for keeps.
He would make sure that Vicente would be carried out in a bodybag and nothing less.
Good luck, he snarled to himself as he dashed to shadowy corner to duck down. The man had a pretty bad hobble. That at least offered the assassin some sort of advantage.
But first…he needed some strength…
Eyes closed, his gold man rustled briefly in the breeze as he clenched and unclenched his fist. Seconds ticked by agonizingly slow as he growled and snarled to himself. Bones cracked and reformed as his right arm grew longer and more muscular. Course black hair covered it while his skin tone turned dark as well. It was only when the minute was up that Vicente finally breathed again and opened his golden eyes. A glance down and he saw his right arm had become that of a gorilla’s. Strong and powerful.
A quick breath and Vicente dashed off to hide behind another piece of machinery. He’d hobble that other man’s leg before leaving here tonight. He’d show them the dangers of being a so-called “hero”.
Saph's sixth sense really came in handy when he was chasing people. He could feel the lion man ahead of him just one room away... He... He stopped running? Saph slammed into the room, knocking the door from it's hinges.
He looked about slowly... He couldn't see the murderer, but the room wasn't very well lit... There were some pretty dark shadows. He moved to the center, the brightest area... "I know you're in here somewhere... The other doors are still closed... I won't tell you to come out of hiding, though. No. Stay there. Hide. Because when I find you, you are going to die. It will be quick, but I'm not going to say it isn't going to hurt like a B^$%#..."
He stood in the spot in the middle, his hammer gripped tightly in his hand as he looked about, careful to move his point of view constantly- he didn't want anyone sneaking up slowly on him, and if they tried to rush him, well... He would know they were coming. He was quickly reminded why he did what he did. He was damned powerful. He was here because he was gifted with the power to stand up to murderers, rapists, and thugs. He wouldn't let some cat faced backstabber stop him from making the streets a safer place for those weaker than himself.
Vicente watched the man from the shadows. His golden, predatory eyes watched his every move. The masked vigilante was a psycho, even the assassin could see that. But there was an intensity about him that proved to Vicente that he was not to be taken lightly. He had the look and demeanor of someone who killed on a regular basis. So much for really being a hero. If anything the man was simply attempting to justify his need to take human and mutant lives. Not that Vicente cared much about the moral ethics of what this Judge decided to do with his life. All he really cared about was leaving here with his hide still attached.
And maybe busting the man’s kneecap in the process and watch him crawl on his hands out of the warehouse before he slit his throat. Was that so much to ask for?
Another deep growl and he crouched low behind a large piece of factory machinery that had been left behind. He watched the center of the room. The vigilante appeared and stood there, slowly rotating as he eyed every corner, attempting to seek out the hidden killer.
He was a bold one. Vicente would have to give him that.
>> "I know you're in here somewhere... The other doors are still closed... I won't tell you to come out of hiding, though. No. Stay there. Hide. Because when I find you, you are going to die. It will be quick, but I'm not going to say it isn't going to hurt like a B^$%#..."
A thin smile crept across the killer’s feline features as he stood up, still shrouded in the darkness of the abandoned factory. So this man did have every intention of killing him. How…interesting. If he really did have a reputation for going to such lengths with criminals then there was little difference between them. Maybe he should let him know that.
Slowly, very slowly the lion-headed, gorilla armed, knife wielding assassin stepped out. He was just at the edge of the shadows and eyeballed the vigilante, waiting for him to catch sight of him. As he did, Vicente greeted his gaze with a deep and malevolent chuckle.
“Wow, you certainly do have some pent up anger, don’t you?” he smirked as he walked around the perimeter of the center. “You really think you’re any better than those murderers who run loose in the world? You really think you’ve set yourself apart from them?” Vicente shrugged, his large, gorilla clenching and opening. “Trust me, you’re worse. I am a killer. Sure. But I just do it for money. You,” a long grin appeared on his feline face, exposing his yellowed canines. “You’re a killer just because you’re plan psycho.”
Posted by Saphirus on Sept 3, 2011 13:46:29 GMT -6
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Lion face left his hiding space, and the Judge caught sight of him fairly quickly, and turned to face him... He couldn't quite see him very clearly, but something was different about his form. The man started talking. He talked a lot. Way too much. It was annoying.
"That's rich. Someone who doesn't even know me calling me psychotic. I don't have to explain myself to someone who would put a value on human life."
The steel clad mutant placed his hammer into his right hand, and beckoned the lion man forward.
"Now come on. If you're gonna get brave alluva sudden, then don't waste my time trying to chat. Attack me." This guy better hope he could kill him quick, because Saph wasn't going to take his time, here. He still had to get out to that kid and do what he'd come out tonight hoping to do- get her to stop recklessly running out into the city and blowing up pickpockets at night.
>> "That's rich. Someone who doesn't even know me calling me psychotic. I don't have to explain myself to someone who would put a value on human life."
Vicente had to grin at this remark. Oh, he knew the man all right. It was not like he was listening to the voice of a complete stranger. He knew him as in he knew the type of man he was. This was not the vigilante’s first time taking a life, he wasn’t bluffing, he was not even just trying to act tough. The man had killed before and he could easily do it again.
So yes, Vicente knew exactly who this man one. He too was a killer. Just as cold, empty a hearted monster as one can get.
Still standing on the fringes of the center of the room, he eyed the hammer the vigilante carried and grinned as he looked directly into that mask he wore. He did not care about the man’s identity. Obviously that would do him no good. What he wanted most of all though was to remove his head from his shoulders. But that would have to wait; at least until he learned what else it was this man could do. He too was a mutant but his ability so far was a mystery to him.
Vicente never liked to get into a fight blindfolded.
>> "Now come on. If you're gonna get brave alluva sudden, then don't waste my time trying to chat. Attack me."
Another grin on his face. The man sure loved to get right down to the point. Not that he could blame him. Unfortunately the old assassin was falling under the old “villain-doing-a-monologue” stereotype. Besides, he too had better things to do than hang around this dump. There were other jobs to do, other researching needed. One of which would be to discover exactly who this man was…so he could slaughter every member of his family.
Stepping further along the peripheral of the “hero’s” vision, Vicente caught the sight of a rather large steel container along the side. As he walked up to it a strong whiff tickled his nose. It was the smell of kerosene. Hm…if there were a grander way to make an exit, he didn’t know of one.
His golden eyes sparkled as they turned back around to face the vigilante. Casually he maneuvered over and behind the large drum, his gorilla fingers gripped the cap on the top of barrel and broke it’s nearly rusted through seal. Once it was undone he casually tossed the cap aside.
“Attack you?” Vicente grinned as he casually looked across to the man. “I’m afraid you have me mixed up with some two-bit hood. You see, I’m not stupid,” He muttered as he pulled a book of matches from his pocket. He snapped one off, ignited its red face and let it burn before he dropped it to the ground. “I know you’re a mutant. You have to be or you wouldn’t have survived those trashcans I tossed earlier. What you can do, I don’t know, yet. And unlike the real moronic criminals attempting to rule this city, I don’t make mistakes.” He gripped the drum of kerosene and tilted it until it fell to the ground with a loud CLANG! As it did he placed his foot its edge while the strong smelling liquid poured onto the ground. “So if you don’t mind…I…will bid you good…NIGHT!”
As he shouted the last word, Vicente suddenly kicked the drum of kerosene directly towards the masked man. In doing so, Vicente sparked another match, placed it back in the matchbook and dropped it into the trail of highly flammable liquid. The entire matchbook flared a bright red, looking like a mini fireball before it suddenly touched the liquid beneath.
Vicente had already begun to run for one of the back exits, hoping that lit drum of kerosene would serve as a good enough distraction, if not kill the man who had pursued him. Vicente knew when to fight and he knew when to run. Every good assassin did.