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.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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An eyebrow raised slightly as Isabel cast a sidewards glance at the former barkeep. "I could pick the lock if there was one. There isn't even a knob on this side." she said as she crossed her arms and examined the door. "Besides, if you're here to help, Giest asked me to request that you bring along a bottle of Skyy vodka."
Taking a few steps back from the door, stopping only when she felt the railing of the stairway against her, Isabel begins examining the door and walls once more. There had to be some way in. Her eyes fell upon a small window a few feet away from the staircase and pondered her position a moment longer. "Windows are no fun." she said quietly to herself as a small smile played upon her lips.
Turning back to the large door she could faintly hear the sounds of a struggle inside. "That's it. I'm busting down the door." Holding out her arm, her smile turns into a grin as the bones in her arm and hands begin to protrude from her skin, twisting and twirling themselves around her hand and partially up her arm until they formed a spear-like weapon. Pulling her arm back she slams the tip into the thick door, chuckling slightly when she heard the frame cracking and saw the door buckle slightly.
Repeating the action, she is pleased to see the door buckle some more, the frame groaning under the pressure before cracking. With one last thrust of the spear, Isabel had knocked the door from its hinges, grinning as it fell into a mangled pile on the floor. "Well, are you coming?" she asked Derrik as her bones wormed their way back into her arm, "Or do you need a written invitation?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by boribeth on Sept 26, 2006 15:03:47 GMT -6
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Just behind Derrick, Boribeth followed, in time to see the door crashing down by the actions of Isabel. "Bet she drinks a lot of milk," Boribeth thought as the dust settled. Geist seemed to have his hands full with one mutant, and others were approaching him to help with the job. "Well," she thought, "I wanted to find mutants...guess I got my wish." With that, she stretched her thin body and transformed into a black panther, leaping through the rubble and at the throat of one of the mutants.
Already engaged in combat, Geist turned his attention to the opening that now stood where a large door once was. Suddenly, as the dust settled, a black panther was seen barreling through the door, and much to Geists surprise, began attacking one of the opposing mutants before he could assault Geist. In the doorway stood the young woman from before, a literal titan in power Geist thought. Behind her stood an auspicious looking Derrick, bag of alcohol in hand. "Yay the Justice Leagues here, now how about you show these guys some of that gusto you pulled on that door, aye wonder gal." Grinning in Isabels direction. "Ive got this throwback right here, lets show these rejects how real mutants do-si-do."
Bobbing and weaving all over the place, Geist continued his assault in a more defensive postion as his cohorts came in to fight. With every push of telekinetic energy that came at him from his assailent he countered with subtle evasions as the telekinetic turned up the heat. Geist knew it was going to be hard to get in close enough for a quick strike, but he also had a plan. The Telekinetic was getting tired and fatigue was settnig in as she wasted energy trying to blast Geist into the wall. Soon Geist felt her slip in his movement, a slip he was more than happy to exploit. With a quick parry and thrust forward, Geist ghosted and broke through the Telekinetics weak barrier, passing through her. After which she fell to her knees exhausted and now cold from her 'ghastly' experience.
"Haha, a beautiful mind.. what a thing too waste tsk tsk."
Posted by derrick on Sept 26, 2006 22:36:25 GMT -6
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Derrick watched the scene in front of him with his mouth hanging open slightly as his mind tried to come to grips with the fact that 16 year old girl in a green dress crushed a solid metal door. Mutant abilities were nothing new to him, after all he was a mutant himself, but the fact that a cute 16 year old girl could just demolish a solid piece of metal like that, ‘that just isn’t right’.
Finally coming back to the situation at hand Derrick registered what Isabel had said to him before her impressive show of strength, 'When the hell did I become a delivery service?' shaking his head in apparent disgust Derrick noticed something; he had access to Murrey’s office and therefore Murrey’s safe, even better, everyone in the room seemed completely preoccupied with the mutant brawl that was taking place in the centre of the office.
With a sly grin on his face the British mutant stealthily slid into the action packed office and carefully sidestepped the mutant brawl by keeping his back close to the wall and made his way over to the side of the room that was opposite Murrey’s desk. On the wall hung a picture which portrayed a group of various canines playing poker. ‘Just when I thought this guy couldn’t get anymore pathetic he proves me wrong.’ Grasping the paintings frame on one side derrick pulled and he wasn’t too surprised when said painting swung outwards on a set of hinges revealing a rather wide safe door which featured one those turning dials that were used to enter the combination. He sighed slightly in satisfaction, ‘this almost too easy’ he mused as he set down his pack of assorted alcoholic substances and rubbed his hands gleefully. If he’d had more time he might have tried to actually guess the combination but as the situation was rather volatile at the moment he figured that the fastest course of action would be prudent. Slowly lifting his right hand Derrick extended his index finger and closed his eyes. His brow suddenly tensed as he concentrated and his finger began to glow, within a few seconds a thin beam of light roughly four inches long developed from the tip of his finger like a type of miniature light saber. This simile was quickly proven as he brought the blade of light towards the safe’s lock. As soon as the light made contact the with the metal container the stench of molten metal became easily detectable as the mutants white hot blade acted as a high powered blow torch ands steadily carved it’s way through the iron bolt that held the safe door in place.
If Derrick had been paying more attention to his surroundings he would have realized that his actions had not gone unnoticed. As soon as the ex-barkeeps custom made blowtorch sunk into the safe one of the mutants on Murrey’s payroll jerked its head over towards the British mutant’s location. Disregarding the other blatant intruders he moved quickly and position himself behind the would be thief’s location and gave a low growl.
Derrick froze as he heard a decidedly animalistic growl sound quite close behind him. ‘When did Murrey get dogs?’ slowly he turned his head and a sense of dread filled his mind, ‘s***, why’d it have to be this bugger?’ the man directly behind him appeared to be in his mid twenties and Derrick knew for a fact that the guy was a mutant. The guy had long, wild, black hair that ran down his back like a lions mane. His trousers and shirt were both rather loose as well as being dull grey with scatterings of crimson, Derrick didn’t want to think about that. He wore no shoes and his teeth were unusually long and he was giving the ex-barkeep a rather vicious snarl.
Halting his work on the safe for the moment Derrick raised one hand while his other searched his bag, gingerly he extracted a rather large bottle of skyy vodka and offered it to the feral mutant, “I don’t suppose we can settle this over a pint?” he asked in a reasonable voice, completely disregarding the fact that he probably couldn’t get a pint anywhere in the country.
The feral mutant wasn’t amused, with a single swipe it knocked the bottle out of derricks hand before giving a low growl and closing its eyes. Slowly his figure began to change; his face became more elongated and snout was easily definable, hair started to sprout from all over the mutants body, his fingers arced and the nails extended to form deadly claws, finally the mans entire body hunched over and he resorted to all fours and clawed at the ground while giving an animalistic snarl. This process had taken only a few seconds and derrick had used wisely used this time to zip up his bag and swing over his shoulder, just as he had been about to make a break for it though he had been cut off by the newly formed werewolf which bared its teeth threateningly.
Instead of responding with fear or backing up against a wall as the creature had expected, Derrick instead adopted a cocky grin before adopting a condescending posture as he beckoned the werewolf towards him, “Who wants a walk hmm? Come on you mangy bastard come and get me.” As expected the feral mutant didn’t take too kindly to the taunting and responded by diving towards Derrick throat with it’s fangs exposed, only to have the it’s intended target place it’s hands on the beasts snout and perform an improvised leapfrog over it. This rash maneuver did quite end as Derrick had expected it to though, although the leap removed from the angry werewolf jaws it unexpectedly placed him in the path of a mobile office chair. Eyes widening almost comically in surprise Derrick tensed his body and somehow managed to latch onto the chair instead of colliding with it as one would expect, of course his forward momentum meant that mobile chair was quickly rolling over the smooth office floor and straight towards the other battling mutants. Through either sheer luck or divine intervention Derrick managed to avoid colliding with any of his allies and managed to jump off the chair before it collided with a wall. Rolling quickly to his feet a fast approaching sound of padded and an ugly growl alerted him to danger from behind but he was unable to move in time to avoid being tackled to the ground by a furious werewolf.
The incensed feral mutant lost no time in extracting its wrath upon Derricks vulnerable form, swiftly swiping his bag out of the way the creature tore into his back with its razor claws, however before it could utilize its sharp fangs a blazing white light erupted from its prey’s prone form engulfing the entire office. The intense flare bombarded the creatures optical senses and its mind quickly translated the sensation into pain. With an agonizing howl the werewolf leapt off of Derricks body and retreated blindly to the other side of the office while Derrick himself remained unmoving on the floor.
Posted by boribeth on Sept 27, 2006 7:48:01 GMT -6
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The panther that was Boribeth slammed, paws first, into the body of the human tuning fork. She held him, pinned to the floor and thought, "well, that was easy." The man looked up at her, a small smile forming on his face, and Boribeth realized the game had just begun. She felt his body quiver, but knew it wasn't from fear. She extended her claws, one just above his heart and said, "Just don't try anything funny." The man grinned even wider as the vibrations of his body grew stronger. Boribeth had to adjust her position to hold on. As she was doing so, her sensitive feline ears picked up something...it was small at first, but grew louder. "What th..." she said, but her words were cut off as a powerful blast exploded from the man's body, throwing her through the air and slamming her into a wall.
Isabel grinned slightly at Geist's statement. Stepping casually into the office, she takes a look at their opposition before nearly being barreled over by a large panther as she went after a bodyguard. Derrick also brushed past her, the third mutant going after the ex-barkeep. That left Murrey somewhere around the room. She spotted the man sitting behind his desk still, though now he looked more apprehensive of the situation, sitting on edge as if he'd bolt at any moment. "Hello Murrey." Isabel said with a small smile as she stood before his desk. "Such a lovely welcoming party you've thrown for us."
Quickly Murrey rose from his seat and tried to make a break for it. With a small sigh Isabel raised her arm and from the fingertips shot four small bullets of bone from them, each one embedding themselves into the wall in front of the fleeing man, two catching his tie. "Why do they always run?" Isabel muttered as she made her way once again over to Murrey, who was now pulling at his tie trying to free himself. Quickly maneuvering around the chair that Derrick had slid by in, she holds up her hand once more, grasping a bone dagger as it slid from her wrist. Quickly she drove the tip of the weapon into the fabric of Murrey's shirt, forcing him up against the wall before pinning another dagger into his shirt on the opposite side. "Nice and comfy?" she asked with a smile before turning away from him. Murrey belonged to Geist.
A large flash of light illuminated the office, forcing Isabel to quickly cover her eyes form the brightness of it. A long agonized howl ripped through the air following the fading of the light. Looking up she saw Derrick lying on the floor, the large wolf beast pounding it's clawed fist into the wall as it struggled against it's pain in the corner. "Hey, you flea bitten mongrel!" she yelled to the beast as she moved to stand near to where the former barkeep had fallen. Angrily the beast pivoted it's head, it's teeth exposed in it's growling maw as it turned to face her. "Bad dog!" she said again, a small grin on her face, "Do I need to tie you up in the yard?"
In a rage the beast charged, it's rampage clumsy as it staggered around as if it could no longer see clearly. Isabel stood perfectly still until the wolf was only a few feet from her. Immediately sharp spikes of bone jutted out of her skin, creating a formidable barrier along her limbs and torso as the werewolf's claws skid on the slick floor, trying to slow to a stop before coming in contact with Isabel. A small smile crept across her face when she felt the heavy push against her body, the wolf having only succeeded in turning it's form slightly so that it's arm came in contact with Isabel's weaponized body, another pained howl ripped from the beast's maw as it pulled away, cradling it's injured limb as it backed away and growled at her.
Holding out her arm once more, a sharp bone began to protrude from her palm, stretching to the approximate size of a sword, the tip still firmly planted in her hand. The wolf backed up still as Isabel lashed out with her new weapon, the tip making a shallow cut across it's chest. The beast whimpered as a large paw was placed over the new wound. "Your turn." Isabel taunted as she retracted the bones that had jutted from her form, the sword the only weapon remaining. Backing a few steps away, she placed herself between the wolf and Derrick, not particularly liking the thought of the boy being harmed one more while still vulnerable on the ground.
Angrily the wolf rushed again, Isabel calmly hardening her bones beneath her skin, creating a kind of armor against the attack. She flinched slightly, backing away a few steps as the wolf's claws raked across her cheek and then down her arm, the thin layer of skin bleeding as the white bone showed underneath. She let out a small cry as she felt the beast's sharp teeth sink into her upper arm and she could hear as well as feel the cracking of the bone beneath.
"And now it's my turn." she said through gritted teeth, bringing her sword up once more and driving it into the wolf's shoulder muscle, pushing him away from her form. The wolf howled again before it's canine features started to recede and become more human as she forced the tip of the bone a bit further into his flesh, the howling of a dog becoming the cry of a man. "Now be a good little puppy and sit still." Isabel said to the man, her teeth still gritted when she felt a throb of pain in her arm as the mutant sat kneeling on the ground before her, trying to pull the weapon from his shoulder.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
After surveying his handywork, Geist turned his attention to the events surrounding him. Watching the ex-barkeep as he failed in his daring heist only to be swiftly rescued by Isabels deadly resolve. "Murrey's pinned, the beast has been tamed, hell even the telekinetic.. wait, where'd that cat go?.." nervously looking about for the young shapeshifter, Geist spotted a black silouette lying against a wall across the room. Running towards the large cat he knew was the shapeshifter, he suddenly stopped in his tracks to feel the right side of his face that unexpectingly started bleeding. Confused, Geist looked about for the reason, glancing a boken frame of a cheap painting with dogs playing poker. What the.. picking it up to check out the shattered glass, and noticed some was missing. ...Sh*t! Jumping back Geist evaded a flurry of glass shards coming from the side. A figure appeared from the shadows and attempted some witty banter, "Oh no Geist, i guess thats se7en years bad.." "Oh shuuut up!" the glass-kinetic being cut off abruptly with a quick charge. Their fight was not to different from Geists' earlier battle with the telekinetic, doing his best to move around and evade the glass-kinetics shard barrage. But Geist couldnt waste to much time with this fight as he spyed the mutant they call 'Echo' approach the shapeshifters still limp body. Thinking quickly Geist dodged around the glass-kinetic, now standing between both adversaries. "Hey tone-death! How about i hit you upside the head, i have a bass back home that needs tuning." Angering the mutant he brought his full wrath blasting in Geists direction. "Too eazy.." ghosting, Geist avoided the shockwave, which continued past him shattering the still in play glass shards. The glass-kinetic was hit with a full force of sound, sending him ironically through one of the glass windows of the office. His body landed on the dance floor below, instilling panic in the ravers who quickly began leaving the club in the wake of the battle. With the mutant 'Echo' in shock after his fumbling, Geist now in regular form approached his adversary and laid a nice right hook to his jaw, seemingly laying him out. He then knelt next to the shapeshifter, checking for any injuries as he spoke, "Hey.. c'mon hey, you alright?" nudging her slightly, just as a figure holding its jaw slowly appeared behind him..
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Gesit rose too his feet, after tieing his shoes, and backhanded echo in one movement. Geist looked about, not seeming to have noticed what he had just done, and continued on past his cohort Isabel giving her a slight nod as he approached his true prize. Walking up to the imprisoned Murrey, who was shivering like a lil wuss, Geist grabbed him and in one pull lifted him up from his stuck position on the wall. "Geist, leme jus.." with Murrey in one hand Geist reached back with the other just as murrey sheilded for a punch. But a deserving blow never came, instead Murrey's eyes were greeted by a thin blue kerchief grasped in Geists' hands. "what, wha.." "Where is she is?" staring deep into Murrey's eyes he instilled the feeling of certain death within the man. Murrey was utterly begast, but spoke on as clearly as he could "I.. I dont know, it was just a simple deal.." Murrey was greeted with a powerful strike to the face "Who!?" "Some nutjobs.. from upstate, somethn about some operation theyve got goin.." "What are they doing up there ?" "They wouldnt tell me! and for christ sake i didnt wanna know." Geist became angered at Murreys response and dragged him towards the broken window that had just recently been made. Hanging him over the edge he spoke under his breath in an aggresive tone, "When i find out how many mutants you've doomed to hell just for your own gains, not even christ will save you from hell. And if you ever deal in lives again this drop will look like nothing." Pulling him back in, he threw him clear across the room, a look of satisfaction across his face as he Murrey went unconscious. But the look was soon replaced by a look of cold determination. As he approached his compatriots. "Are you guys ok" looking over their wounds and abrasions. ".. kinda didnt get much info there, and worse i still dont have a clue where she is.. im sorry do have gotten either of you.." "Go.. go now to.. too manhatten.." the man of a wolf speaking through his breath. "What did you say?" "Go to.. manhatten... abandoned church.. call to all.. *cough* mutants.. if you want to.. help her." Geist showed no change in expression as he thanked the man, but just as easily drop kicked him to the side. Geist looked at Isabel intentively and asked of both them, "I guess i have a bearing.." turning aside "Im not going to ask you to continue with me on my journey.. But it looks like all of us are involved in this one. So... who has a car??" looking back at isabel with a smile.
Isabel looked down shortly at the werewolf mutant, the bone sword sliding back in through her hand. She couldn't help but think that she would rather not get on Geist's bad side, but figured his actions were justified in his search for his companion. "Sorry," she said with a small shrug "but I never learned to drive and therefore don't have a car. I usually walk wherever I need to go." She looked briefly over the room they had just finished fighting in. It was a complete wreck, and worse, the people that had only a few moments before been dancing were now swarming around in a panic at the sight of the glass bender's body lying on the dance floor. Isabel figured that the cops would not be too far off at this point.
"I'll be happy to accompany you to this church, but what are we going to do with the human night-light? I don't suppose we could just leave him here to take the rap for the destruction of this place." She looked down at Derrick as he remained laying on his stomach on the ground. It worried her a bit that he had not gotten up yet.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
((OOC: sorry for the late post, exam time’s just started))
As Derrick lay on the somewhat sparsely carted floor, he was well aware of everything that was going on around him. In particular he was acutely aware of the searing pain in his back that had been caused by his brief fight with the feral mutant. ‘Next time I see that flea bag I’m gonna have him neutered’ Derrick thought bitterly as he continued to lie on the floor. While he probably could have gotten up without any problem he thought it wiser to play dead and let things play out.
When it became apparent that Geist’s team had won the little skirmish Derrick nearly got back to his feet when he remembered the safe; it was now unguarded meaning the only thing standing between himself and imminent wealth was a few inches of steel, ‘in other words that cash is as good as mine’ Derrick thought contentedly. There was however a slight problem which came in the form of Geist; Derrick had the sneaking suspicion that while the black haired mutant had no qualms about beating the living daylights out of people he would probably be dead set against the idea of stealing and it was for this reason that the British mutant remained on the floor and debated with himself about whether he should just remain where he was until they left or to simply get up right now.
The choice was suddenly taken out of his hands though when he heard Isabel remark about leaving him to take the blame and he realized that he probably didn’t have that much time before the police arrived. Slowly getting to his feet to avoid pulling on his wounds Derrick leaned against a wall and looked at Isabel and Geist, “Unfortunately I don’t have a car either much less a license but if you give me five minutes I’m confident that I can rectify the first problem”. Without waiting for a reply he picked up his bag and slung it round his shoulders. Through some miracle the various bottles that he had placed in his bag earlier had somehow managed to remain in one piece and so when the bag slammed against his injured back he let out a slight hiss of pain.
Not dwelling on the unpleasant sensation on his back for long derrick made his way back over to Murrey’s safe. As he crossed the room he spotted the hairy feral mutant that had attacked him earlier and a bitter look crossed his face. This quickly vanished though when he spotted the long bone sword sticking though mutants shoulder and his face gained a rather smug expression and as he began working on the safe again he started humming a cheerful tune.
After a few minutes of work Derrick had melted the lock on the safe had its contents open to him. He was slightly disappointed when he saw that the majority were various bonds made out in Murrey’s name, however there was still a generous amount of currency to be found, probably enough to buy a rather expensive sports car. Derrick quickly swept what would fit into his rapidly filling bag before shoving the rest into his pockets.
Turning back to Isabel and Geist he gestured over to the unconscious Murrey who was slumped against the far wall. “Now that I’m done lets grab that buggers keys and get out here” he told them with a smug grin on his face as he adjusted his now rather valuable pack on his shoulders.
Geist was set on Isabel's 'nightlight' resolution just as Derrick rose from the ground. He listened in on what he had to say, but thought lil more than just booking it as soon as possible. As Geist watched the ex-barkeep continue his illicit work, he shrugged away even the notion that Derrick was stealing, finders keepers after all. "Look, I really could careless what you do, but if your coming with us i wouldnt mind a step up in pace, ya?" becoming impatient of the ex-barkeeps activities. Now with the club trashed, the safe emptied, and their next destination charted, the three stood in a circle within the office with the plan to steal murrey's car put up as a means of escape. But Geist was a bit skeptiocal, "Murrey's car you mean? Haha not that a '81 Honda isnt a bad choice for a getaway im sure there's something in the back of this place thats way more worth picking off. Besides wouldnt want that lil bastard reporting it stolen, though not a problem it would be annoying. Good idea though." Moments later a door burst open from the back of the club, Geist and his companions using the offices fire escape to lead them to the rear parking lot. Once there Geist scoped about, noticing an unattended chevy van ripe for the steal. "Hmm, inconspicuous enough" he remarked and continued on with his usual car jacking procedure: ghost then ride. Inside the van he ghosted his hand through the ignition, starting up the car with a flick of the wrist. Reving up the enigine he unlocked the doors for Isabel and Derrick, once seated he pulled out of the parking lot and drove on for a couple of blocks before addressing his noble passengers...
"Well lucky for us we're already in manhatten, and if memory serves me right the abandoned church that that beast was talkn bout should be on the other side of the isle. But before we get there I just wanted to.. fill you guys in a bit on why im doing this.. all of this, in fact.." With a serious look upon his face he ranted on, "The jist of it is that my friend.. Jaya... was kidnapped not to long ago, by who i dont know, and where too is unclear right now.. But... no matter what, im going to find her. She.. whether you care or not means alot to me. And whoever took her his going to find out how much.." reaching into his pocket to hold the blue kerchief, Geist looked away for a moment as they came to a red light. Continueing on, "So again.. im not going to ask any of you to do something you dont want to, im used to treking it alone so if at all you want to bail im not going to stop you. Both of you probably have your own things to worry about without getting involved in others affairs... so is this what you guys want? Because to be honest i dont see this lil field trip of ours as being a cakewalk.." Geist continued to drive as he waited for their responses, their intended destination but a mile away..
((alright well sorry for the super moderating bein done, but i bet we all can say we've been a bit bizy here and there in real life so right now im just happy enough to have RPed a good side story and now we're set to enter the "A City Wide Call to Mutants" thread. After responding you can start RPing in the above mentioned thread. Ill supply an opener and we'll flow with it and see how it goes from there. questions or comments? pm me if there's anything else )
So Geist was searching for a stolen companion. Isabel thought on the situation a moment a she stretched her legs across the bench seat in the rear of the car, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she relaxed a bit. She smiled a bit at his last statement. "Life itself is no cakewalk." she said, slight amusement in her voice as she spoke. "I'm more than happy to assist you in you search, Geist. My powers are at your service." she said again, steadying herself slightly as the car turned.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
As Derrick lay down in the back of the van he cradled his precious bag to his chest as though he thought one of his new companions may attempt to rip it from his grasp. As the van slowly made its way out of the parking lot and down the road, vaguely listening to Geist as he explained his situation to himself and Isabel. Once he was finished the Derrick sat up in his row of seats and regarded the driver through the rear view mirror, “You do realize that your story sounds like something out of a cheesy 1980’s comic right? I mean if it wasn’t for the fact that that mangy flea bag literally tried to disembowel me I’d think this was some king of elaborate set up, anyway…” Derrick trailed off as he brought his bulging bag into Geist’s view, “…I’m not going anywhere until I drop this off, so thanks for the near death experience but I’m gonna have to decline, so if you could just drop me off somewhere near that church your heading to I can make my own way from there.”
((OOC: Again sorry for the late post; works just been piling up on me and I don’t know when I’ll be able to get back online so I’ll take my leave now. If I end up with a lot of spare time I might try and make my own way to the church later, but for now bye.))