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.
“Right... I saw my mom and dad go into a room with the new owner and few of his coworkers. They seemed worried about their jobs too. Looking over their shoulders as they went. I followed them into a stairwell then into hallway laced with brick. Looked almost ancient like in those ‘under Paris crypt documentaries. More artifacts littered the walls and glass cases covered everything that was small enough to pick up. That’s when I saw them.” the boy tapped three times to the bracer then rolled his shirt down past them.
Reluctantly the boy’s memory racked on the night in question. He had a good memory so it wasn’t hard. It was hard remembering his parents for what they were not what they would come to be.
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It must have cost millions not only to physically rent one of the tallest buildings in the New York sky line but to have retrofitted it to look like some ancient castle. William’s mouth hung a jar as he exited the elevator struggling to not adjust the tie his father insisted on.
“William, stop fussing with it.” the large hand of his father rested on his shoulder as he guided them out into the party. “Best behavior.” James said in a low voice. William’s father could command a room with his voice. Something the boy was used to his father almost seemed... scared by tonight’s event. “He already promised James. Our son is a man of his word right?” Will looked up to his mother, Sara and pouted slightly and then nodded in agreement. Waffles were on the table. Not first thing in the morning but the late night kind the boy often argued the best kind.
“We just have to be seen by your new boss and then we can go and I can take this monkey suit off right?” James his father chuckled, “I’m a man of my word!” William slowed as one of the medieval looking bricks that lined the walls caught his attention. Was that a Greek etched into it?
Unbeknownst to William his parents kept walking and smiling as they headed to the table where the food was displayed along with the drinks. They were here to mingle. William was just here because he had to be. However this lone etching was drawing him closer. It was almost reflective, was there silver poured into the etch? How did it get there?
Curiosity was something William was always full of. A trait his father passed down, he was in the archeological field with his main interest being ancient Greek and Roman history. He was also a tech nerd which was why his company was recently purchased they had new methods for finding ancient cities, buried mysterious as his father called it. So when William spotted the Greek letter the boy was hard to ignore it.
>>>> "James Erickson! Welcome! I'm glad you could make it!"
The voice called out to his father and the boy turned his attention. It was a momentary distraction but when William turned back to look at the bricks the moment was gone. Or rather the letters he thought he saw. Interesting. William was about to explore it further when he felt the gaze of his mother and knew he was needed elsewhere.
“This is them!” His father forced a nervous smile and then gestured to them both. His hand on the small of Sara’s back as he reached over with a free hand to William who walked up to it.
>>> "I'm Isaac Helios, the founder of well, the Helios Foundation!"
“Pleasure to meet you.” Sara said shaking Isaac’s hand. William offered his hand up next as the man went to shake his as well. “Finally get to put a name to the face! I’ve heard so much about you from my partners.” James said smiling more. His initial fear for the evening vanished as he met his new boss a man that practically paid cash for his company. “We are! Thank you for inviting us!” James said.
William’s eyes studied the man and immediately decided he didn’t like this man, the way he talked about the city nor the way he carried himself... like he owned everything. It reminded him of some of the bully’s in school who looked down on William because his dad didn’t own a yacht nor belong to any country clubs.
To the boy that was all they were. Maybe he felt something in them that screamed ‘steal me! No one appreciates me locked behind this glass’. They were a link to the past and a Greek one at that. William’s favorite era of history. The irony wasn’t lost on the boy as he watched the oversized behemoth across from him smile at him for showing off the stupid bracers.
Still refusing to meet anyone’s eye he continued, “I didn’t even want to go to the stupid thing. My dad’s company just got bought by the host of the event. Said it was ‘important that we show our faces’ made it harder to fire him over the transfer. It was a stuffy event. Lots of reach people being snobs and complaining about stupid things. What was in the news, the music that was playing... the food. I was bored. So bored. I started to wander. There were other kids there but they were... just like their parents.” William said recalling into his soda trying to remember all the details. It wasn’t hard for the boy, he never suffered with remembering things. It was one of the reasons he thought he was so good at magic.
Hercules kept his eyes on William ready to jump in any time the boy stumbled with his words. It was a traumatic night after all.
“I ended up leaving the main party, wandering the halls. There was art all over the place. Pieces of history that was... interesting. Ancient swords, made of bronze. Some of copper. Even a few of stone, they had suits of armor shields... I wonder if they were all magical...” the boy trailed off and Hercules cleared his throat aware of the boy’s train of thoughts. ”William...”
“Right... I saw my mom and dad go into a room with the new owner and few of his coworkers. They seemed worried about their jobs too. Looking over their shoulders as they went. I followed them into a stairwell then into hallway laced with brick. Looked almost ancient like in those ‘under Paris crypt documentaries. More artifacts littered the walls and glass cases covered everything that was small enough to pick up. That’s when I saw them.” the boy tapped three times to the bracer then rolled his shirt down past them.
”I should hope not.” the ancient Greek said welcoming the touch on his arm. ”I’ve been told I wear my emotions on my clothing...” he paused after biting into an olive and then looking up, ”my sleeve...?” he wasn’t sure if it was the right saying. Half the time he didn’t even wear sleeves.
”I don’t see it that way.” Hercules said looking to Elizabeth with a warm smile, his sadness disappearing as quickly as it came. His hand cupped the one placed on his arm, ”I see it as being honest with each other.” letting go of her hand he continued, ”I should hope not you are complaining. That would make me very sad.”
”Would you prefer to spend our dates a different way? I thought the point of dating in this age was getting to know someone better? What better way than being honest with the other person?” Hercules asked curiously. Was this not how dating was supposed to work? No, he had watched enough ‘stories’ on day time learning what not to do.
William sat opposite of Rex and Hercules pulled a chair up next to William. The boy pulled himself up closer to the table and reached for the coffee that was quickly intercepted by Hercules’s massive hand. ”Teens shouldn’t drink coffee.” Hercules chastised the boy. William glared at the prince of power for a second and reached for the soda. “Like the amount of sugar in this is any better for me.” he said blowing a few bubbles into the drink as he thought on Rex’s words. William didn’t like the tone.
”Apologies friend!” Hercules said outright before William could say anything. Hercules took a sip of the coffee and almost gaged on the beverage. Reaching for the cream and sugar he doctored the drink up so it tasted nothing like coffee before he continued. ”They’d be foolish to attack again so soon after losing the first time. Atlas was the only one that was a challenge for me. And the others? I’m confident in our abilities. With you by my side Rex I doubt there is little who can pass us for the boy.” Hercules said sipping his drink now that it was fixed.
“You keep forgetting we have friends to call.” William finally said. Hercules had friends all over, mutant and mystic. Not to mention his harem of masters who would no doubt help because Hercules picked them. They were all good people. Well... all of them. Serena was.... not the nicest. William looked down avoiding eye contact. “Sorry for thinking you were with them...”
”You wield fire, Rex of the flaming sword. Much like the ones that attacked William and his parents.” Hercules put a reassuring hand on the boys shoulder and smiled at him. ”It’s fine William, I can speak if you prefer not to.” he said reassuring the boy.
“It’s fine...” lied the boy still not making eye contact. “The night I summoned Hercules, me and my family were attacked by someone who controlled fire magic. They killed my father and hospitalized my mother. If it wasn’t for the fact that I summoned Hercules... we both would have died. I just saw some cool looking Greek bracers... I didn’t think they were important.” William shifted his sleeve up to show one of the bracers he always wore or kept nearby. It was only important because it was how he first summoned Hercules. It made him feel safe.
”They were linked to me as they were mine in the past.” Hercules said proudly when he glanced that the boy was keeping them on his person.
The boy usually contained his composure, very rarely would Hercules see William lash out emotionally but Hercules could see tears well up as William tired to fight them. To come so close and be forced to stop and reevaluate the situation they were in. The revenge they sought. Even the god was frustrated, he however was easier to read than William.
Tears formed and fell as Hercules watched William struggle with his feelings and thoughts. The boy was doing his best and he a god was to just stand by and watch someone he cared about struggle. It was infuriating. The prince of power wanted to hit something... shout... anything was better than watching this. ”Rex of the flaming sword is right.” Hercules finally said letting the tears fall from him silently. ”It has been a trip to the fields indeed! We require nourishment!”. The ancient greek wasn’t really hungry but knew of William’s sweet tooth, his teenage appetite and the fact he was more willing to talk about anything on a full stomach. ”Might I suggest waffles?”
William’s back was to the pair of them his chair squeaked as he moved. “That’s.... sure...” the boy finally said. Hercules was already moving. Grabbing the back of the chair and guiding it to the exit, ”I see a mound of whipped cream in our future and I for one am looking forward to it. Rex! What say you? After a battle like that? Should we not fill our stomachs?” the power of waffles. Wiliam’s favorite breakfast food.
William looked over his shoulder briefly at Rex’s words. “.... Thank you.” the boy might not have believed in any god, summoned or no but he appreciated the offer for help. “Herc was right. You are a good person.” with that the wheels squeaked as Hercules continued to push the boy to the exit.
William watched as Rex’s sword vanished. The words still ringing out in his ears.
>>> "Ask the boy. He knows what happened. He was there."
What did he mean? Did he know who was behind this attack? The one behind his mothers? The one who killed his father? The day of the summoning was a blur to the boy. So much happened in such a short amount of time but he still tried to rack his brain as Hercules shouted at Rex for releasing his sword. ”Rex!”
The prince of power sometimes wished that Rex wasn’t who he was. The man was far to forgiving and kind. The best humanity had to offer, one of the reasons Hercules adored the man. Truly an inspiration... but now was not the time to be soft. William needed answers. The man had them. Hercules stepped forward knowing all too well it might mean that he and Hercules would have to fight. Part of him wanted to back away but William... he made a promise to the boy. One the disgraced Olympian intended to keep.
Hercules ignored the information the man had to offer and stepped forward each step was heavy. He didn’t make eye contact with Rex his friend. His eyes started to well up with tears as he continued to move forward. “Wait...” William said as he finally spoke up. “Herc... let him go...”
The last foot fell a few feet from Rex as a weight was lifted from Hercules. His shoulders perked up and his gaze turned to William who looked... confused. Hercules rarely saw that look on the boy. He was usually so sure of everything. “Let’s get out of here. I... don’t want to be here anymore.” The boy turned his back and started to wheel away as the blue spectral owl vanished.
”But... he has the answers you seek! Surely we can not let him get away!” Hercules was desperate to fulfill the promise he made to the boy on that day of his summoning, the day William lost everything but his life. “Herc.... he’s right... I think I do have the answer to who killed my dad and who put my mom in the hospital....” William stopped moving forward and grabbed his pants. “....who did this...”
”As you command... master....” Hercules turned to the man who had given them little and spoke plainly. ”There will not be a second time... should you attack the boy again... my judgement will be swift.” the glowing faded finally and he looked to Rex clearly relieved he didn’t have to fight his friend then turned to William and caught up to the boy.
”All of the inhabitants of Tartus couldn’t keep me from being there. I have given you and several others my word that the mansion falls under my protection... even if the building was destroyed.” he said forcing the last bit out like it was still on his mind. It will be for a long time. Meaning he would redouble his efforts to protect it.
”William wouldn’t have allowed me to miss it, he has grown found of the school and the idea of the place. Not only that but Madison and Serena were there as well. I’d be an awful hero and a worse servant if I wasn’t there.” she was right though. It would have killed him, Hercules tried to lead a life without regrets. It was a long life. There was no need to carry the weight of each regret. Even Atlas would have had trouble with it.
The ancient Greek smiled when she buried herself into him. Glad she was opening herself up to talk. This was a good idea. Even a robin in the trees seemed to think so as it sang. The wind rustled the trees and Hercules took a moment to soak in the day and the beauty of the environment around them and the company he was with. He looked down to the top of Elizabeth’s head and smiled more. Sometimes his curse didn’t feel like one.
”And I will be there to comfort you if you wish.” he said kissing the top of her head again. ”It was a lot. To see your home destroyed. I have been there a few times and it is something that still stings when I think about it.” he said recalling past lives with other masters. Even before he ascended and took on the mantle as a protector. ”But you will rebuild and remember that feeling.”
”I will find out. I’ve heard that most of the members were the ones that were there that day with us. William shows little interest in them but believes he can use them for...” what was the word he said... ”For resources.” he said with a wide grin proud of William.
The prince of power adored Rex of the Inferno, wielder of flames. He was a good man, one who did his best to help people, save them. If anything Rex was the ideal candidate for a master and someone to help him protect all humanity. However, at times. Hercules felt his more direct methods were to intense for his friend. Even William was glaring at the firefighter when he stood in Herc’s way.
The blue spectral owl shimmered on William’s shoulder at the ready. Hercules sighed and stepped back and folded his arms flexing his anger in protest. William did the same folding his far smaller arms the owl ruffled it’s feathers.
It seemed all who wasn’t Rex or the man who was gripped by the statue was angry at the situation. Until Rex finished talking. William was the first to speak up now that he knew what was going on. “He’s right...” Hercules snapped his head to William who was rolling his eyes at Hercules now. “This disrupts magic from what I can tell and that curse... Well... when you do talk it seems... permanent.”
The stared down at the fire sword, “I’ll die either way when the sword is pulled out then... they aren’t someone you can cross. They are connected. They have power...” at this point Hercules chimed in, ”More power than the son of Zues!?!?” Hercules flexed and glowed brightly behind Rex. It would have been far more intimidating if he pushed through Rex of the flaming sword but knew that their friendship would become... strained. Something the ancient behemoth wanted to prevent from happening.
“A smart man would speak now. We might even let you run after. Won’t we?” William asked to both Rex and Hercules. The boy was starting to figure out this guy was nothing more than a grunt. He didn’t wield the flames. Not like Rex, nor this... Prometheus.
William was still watching the burned corpse; the smell took him back to the night he and Hercules met and he... lost his lunch. The wheel chair turned abruptly as the young teen proceeded to throw up on the floor next to him. Hercules immediately moved the boy over a few inches before returning back to the burned corpse. He took off his shirt and draped it on the corpse. ”Do not dwell on it for long young William.” he said placing a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
”Now tell us!” Hercules said after getting the go ahead. The sword summoned by Rex was slashed at the man and he was now supposedly free from any magical traps. ”You are safe now.”
“Safe!?!?” the man squeaked into a nervous laugh looking around and trying to free himself from the statues grip. “He just stabbed me with that sword.” he looked to the sword but felt no pain. Just the nervousness of the questioning. Everyone knew what happened to someone who talked. He looked to his partner who was now covered by a shirt.
His eyes locked on to Hercules’s tattoos which were swirling. “To think, you were what the boss was after all this time.” he chuckled nervously and tried to pull himself from the grip of the statue. It didn’t budge. “I don’t want to talk about it though.”
Hercules flexed and started to glow, his expression was dark. ”Shall I show you why you sought my power? Hmmm?” he took a few steps closer.
Hercules understood all too well. It was also a reminder that the sun would still streak across the sky once he was gone. She was right. They needed to pull themselves up, learn to defend themselves and walk on their own. He was a protector, not a crutch. Something he had trouble reminding himself about.
The son of Zues brought his knees up and rested his burly arms on them at a loss for what to say or do. This was supposed to be about Elizabeth, not himself. He felt, too much sometimes. What he wanted was to make sure Elizabeth wasn’t closing herself off from the world but more importantly him.
His world was a better place with her in it. No matter their relationship.
Lost in his thoughts, only to be pulled back to the present by a hug. The mighty god of strength practically melted in her embrace. He leaned in wrapped one arm around her and gave her a little squeeze. Yes, he could crush boulders with ease but he could also be gentle.
He did nothing wrong? No, he failed in protecting that school. His time away from the realm of existence had revealed one thing to him. The mortals were becoming more powerful. The magic he had witnessed that day was... something. It scared him. So much power for evil purposes? It made him want to become stronger as well. He wouldn’t let them surpass his abilities.
”That brings me great joy in hearing that...” he leaned over and kissed the top of her head soaking in the moment. It truly was a beautiful day out. ”I feared you were disappointed with me. I didn’t know mortals were capable of such power. It truly is something.”
”So what is next? Rebuild, then what? I hear word of some mystics starting an organization of some kind. Not like the welldrinkers but more to make sure something like that never happens again.” he said half wondering if he should join them. While he wasn’t a mystic, he knew they could give him more power in return for his help. Did his masters already know of this?
There was a tension in the air.... did the prince of power say something wrong? She was repressing her feelings. Hercules wanted her to not avoid them. He did however forget she was an animal empath. He had met her as the wizard queen and she could control animals. Not control, control but ask them to help. He sometimes forgot what that meant for her. Maybe he made a mistake whisking her away for the lunch.
No... this felt like it was needed. Madison happened to be a very empathetic person. One the slayer of titans trusted on this subject matter. Sometimes... he could be dense. ”I did not mean to upset you. I only worry.” he said again hefting another olive into his mouth. Olives... yum.
”It saddens me deeply that in this day and age so many don’t feel safe. I’d like to change that.” he said honestly. The students deserved it as the teachers and other residents. ”Upon our return I shall do what I can to ensure the students feel safe.” he didn’t know how he’d do it but he was going to try. He held up the ‘world’ before. Surely he could help some children feel safe.
>>> "We're not truly safe anywhere."
The son of Olympus went silent. His eyes started to water as he felt the wrath of millennia well up inside him. He was angry and sad. For all he had done in lifetimes he had failed at protecting the school. If only there was more he could do. He had power. Why couldn’t he have done more.
”I’m sorry I have failed you and the students... I... wasn’t strong enough...” he wanted to shout, scream. Tear a tree from the ground. He needed an outlet something that would help him channel all his feelings. He needed direction. Guidance. For this moment he felt lost.
”I shall discuss contracting my services with Sam of the Rime.” he could be a contractor. He’d help anyway he could. Lifting things, moving things and swinging a hammer. That was something he could do. For Elizabeth. For the students and the mansion. He promised he’d keep them safe and failed.
”I... I understand.” he said deflated and defeated. ”Apologies for dragging you out here. I shall look into this Maslow and his wisdom and won’t ask you any more on the subject until you feel safe.” he stopped eating. He was no longer hungry.
Rex was too late. The fire was magical in nature. It erupted from within. The man who was still being held by the statue still screamed and kicked as one of his crew members self combusted. Hercules stepped backwards and stood in the way of William and the sight knowing full well how stubborn the boy was.
“He’s cursed...” William said closing his nose and shaking. He wasn’t scared the exact opposite. He had a lead. They had a lead on the man who sent his mother to the hospital, crippled him and killed his father. The flames were a different color from the horses of fire that night but the feeling he got upon seeing the flames were the same. They were the same when he saw Rex’s magic. Anger.
Hercules on the other hand was openly crying. They had a lead. Prometh... whoever that was. They knew who cursed William’s family. His word was his bond and he gave William his word to help the boy, to protect them. The corpse on the ground now reduced to a fragile burnt body under Rex’s coat.
Sad someone’s life was extinguished he looked to Rex, ”Can you prevent that from happening again?” there was still one left to interrogate. The jewels and artwork gone. The person who controlled the statues gone. The first lead they had in months... gone. All that was left was another terrified captive. One Hercules hoped wouldn’t burst into flames.
”Who is this Prometh?” Hercules asked half expecting his own body to burst into flames. It didn’t. William sighed behind Hercules loudly, smart enough to put it all together. ”It’s Prometheus.... they had an Atlas. Titans.” Hercules folded his arms irritated the names of his former life were being brought to life.
William’s eyes started to tear up when he heard the words. Since he stole the gauntlets... it was his fault his mom was cursed and his father dead. Hercules glowed as he felt William open the flood gates of magical reserve he had been saving. “Don’t stop him.” William said to Rex. A blue spectral owl started to form near them. William didn't think he could take Rex in a fight but he wanted answers. This was why he made the pact with Hercules. Revenge.
The man gasped for air and grabbed the god’s hands and tried to loosen some of the tension around his neck. Hercules allowed it. He needed to speak after all. “No-not me.” the grip loosened further and the man kicked his legs as his face became less red. ”Speak! Now!”
“Don’t tell him anything! You know what happens if we talk! They’ll kill us.” With this statement Hercules looked to the other who was still being held by the other statue. ”Worry less what could happen. Worry more what will happen if you do not give us the answers we seek.” despite all his rage and anger tears were flowing down Hercules’s face he was crying because William couldn’t.
”You have no idea what you have put that boy through! Now speak!”
The grip tightened again and the words squeaked out, “F-ine... his name” the grip loosened so Hercules could hear the name, “Pro-meth---ah ah ahahhhhhhh!!!” upon the first syllable of the name uttered the curse was activated and blue flames erupted almost from within the man’s body. The sudden heat caused Hercules to step back and drop the man as he started to burn.
”Rex! Your sword!” Hercules shouted as he rushed to Willam’s side in case there was another attack.
When she finally conceded his smile brightened showing off his bleach white teeth, ”Wonderful!” she had options, it’s just Hercules would have been more reluctant to make those happen. She needed to feel. To communicate how she was. Staying busy was all well and good but she was only a mortal and like he said before, even God’s feel.
Hercules started pouring the water into a glass for her and handed it over and pulled some bread from the cooler as well. Once all the contents were spread out around them Hercules took a sip of his own glass, a wine as she explained the situation further.
”There is always time to feel Elizabeth, it just might not seem as important, but it is. That’s what makes us human.” he took an olive with a fork and pulled it off and tossed it in his mouth. He tried to choose his words carefully because it was already a process to get her to agree to lunch.
”Tell me more of this Maslow and his hierarchy of needs. He seems smart.” he said hoping he could see the spark she got when she explained something new to the god. ”You have food, and as you said Haven has been a big help. Even William and I are staying there for now until the mansion is rebuilt. Food and shelter. You have both now, it’s only temporary but how far until feelings appear on the list?”
”You are doing wonderful at coordinating. However I believe you need some help. Allow me to offer up my services. While I know little of the realm of paperwork I do believe I can help somehow. Maybe I can help speed up the building process of the mansion? I have built many shelters before.” When was the last time he had swung a hammer? Buildings were still made of wood right?
“Oh?” the man stopped his attack. A mortal. What an amazing era, the god of strength being outmatched in brawn. Not only once but twice in a month. Hercules smiled faltered when he insulted the god’s tattoos. They were his deeds, his faults and all that he loved. It was a testament to who he was and why he loved humanity so much.
Then the impact and the god blinked he was sent flying, too fast to call his club it only drawn more magic. Serena was suffering as it was already. The prince of power flew through wall after wall of his new home, the school. It wasn’t the tour he was expecting but it gave him a quick glimpse into the classrooms. Which one belonged to Elizabeth?
His pain was momentary. His enchanted hide protected him from most of the damage. However it was clear as day to Hercules the toll it was taking on Serena. Even if he couldn’t see her. How was Madison fairing?
“William.” he said loudly hoping his voice would carry if the communication device didn’t. He felt another surge of power as he shifted his focus point from Serena back to William who had spent the better part of the day storing as much magic as possible. “Thank you.” Was all the god said before he charged back the way he came ignoring a few of the cuts that he didn’t want to waste power healing.
“Agi-” before he finished emerging from the mansion walls the god stopped short as one of the mutants turned to a wall of water. It was like his uncle Poseidon himself was in front of him exacting revenge. It was awe inspiring. However he’d have to hold the awe, his master needed him.
Quickly closing the distance between them, “How bad?” Hercules roared as he backhanded the mystic off Serena.