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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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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She ordered some items and then said they were moving on to grab other items, which prompted Sylar to think about sneaking into the back of this butcher section and go on a feeding frenzy, but that'd probably cause a huge scene, better to do what Megan said. "Er alright. What else did you need?" He asked as he followed behind her. She asked what else he ate, eliciting a sad response from Sylar. "Junk food mostly, it was the easiest stuff to steal." It was also about the only thing he could keep down in the sewers for any amount of time, moisture and muck were not good for food storage you see.
Megan suddenly blanked out for a moment, an odd situation for Sylar. He watched the girl just stand there, holding a can and not moving or speaking, or reacting to anything. "You alright Megan?" Sylar asked, raising his hand up to poke the girl in the shoulder before she suddenly came back with a profanity. He quickly pulled his hand back and became alert. Though she'd had an early warning system, Sylar could hear the signs of trouble himself now. Footsteps, gunfire, a scream, all of it immediately caused Sylar to jump and drop low to the ground, turning his head and focusing his senses on the commotion. Apparently somebody was robbing this store.
Sylar was usually the one doing the stealing, so being on this end of a violent robbery didn't sit so well with him. "Bad day for shopping it seems. We should bail Megan." Sylar whispered from his low crouch to the floor. The last thing he felt like dealing with was guns, or the idiot waving one around and opening fire so quickly.
"Like hell." She bit back, digging her phone out of her pocket. "This store is smack in the middle of mutant controlled territory. Hell, the owner of this store is under Roaches protection!" She kept her voice low, unconcerned with if he could even hear her properly.
"You can leave if you want to, I don't expect you to stay around for this. But I know damn sure Greg will want to know who these idiots are, and why they pulled a stunt like this in his territory."
The twenty-seven-year-old set about fishing the knife out of her boot, unstrapping the safety band that kept her stun gun secured to her, and making sure her gun was easily reachable. Her eyes un-focused again momentarily. Through the eyes of another of her children she could get a basic image of what was going on upfront. Three men inside; she didn't know if anywhere outside waiting. One had a black bag in his hands and was behind the counter, already in the process of cleaning out the tills. Another was standing guard, while the last was heading up and down the aisles. As she came back to herself she could hear that one bellowing out demands for people to stay down; don't be a hero, such and such.
Blinking, she let her eye's refocus. Two were heavily armed; some kind of small automatic weapons. The third was busy, but she hadn't been able to see if he was also armed.
It seemed Megan intended to defend this store, which surprised Sylar till she mentioned it was their territory, and directly under Roach's protection. If that was the case, it meant this store was under Sylar's protection, as Roach's bodyguard. His body tensed again, this time readying his thoughts and nerves for a differing course of action. Normally the boy would run, flee from danger, but he'd made friends now, and owed Roach much. Time to do his part.
His voice responded to Megan, a tone very different to what she might be used to from the teen. "If this place belongs to Roach, I'll have to do my job." He said with a grim determination. Deep down he felt the pangs of anxiety, of fear, these people had guns. But Sylar wasn't a human any more, he was a monster, and that meant he was far deadlier than any punk with a rifle.
Megan pulled some weapons from various places, apparently intending to do alot of the work herself, however she wasn't alone. Now she a living weapon to make use of. "There's a couple of them Megan, you should let me handle this." He offered, still concerned that she was basically an extension of Roach's territory as well, meaning he should probably keep her bullet free as well. Sylar reached and pulled his hood back, clearing any obstruction from his face, not totally for his vision, but to improve his image as intimidating. The best way to avoid being shot was going to be scaring these thugs, or disabling before they had a chance to react.
Well that was... surprising. A dark eyebrow rose slightly as she looked at him, before a grin curled her lips. "Easy tiger, there's no reason you should do this alone. Ain't my first time around the block, you know." Zing!
"Now... if you really intend to do this, know this: There are three of them in here. At least two have weapons that I can see." Megan lowered her voice more as heavy footsteps and shouting grew nearer. "It doesn't matter which of us acts first, the moment they know what's going on our cover is blown. Just don't get shot."
From the aisle on the other side of the, someone cursed loudly and there was a grunt of pain. "I said get on the ground!" Slowly, Megan edge herself away from Sylar toward the end of the shelving behind her. She wasn't sure which direction the gunman would come around from, if he even did, but she figured she'd either have the element of surprise on her side, or a handy escape. Her lucky knife was at ready, being no stranger to violence.
Sylar wasn't the same child he'd been in the sewers, even if he was afraid now he had someone he owed. Roach was helping him with his control issues, his hunger issues, and his social issues. He was hired as a guard, and it was time to guard something of Roach's. "I'm sure it isn't, but the way I do things...is unique." He told her, wondering how she'd react after seeing the things he could do when the blood began to boil.
Three men, two guns, got it. Sylar could focus in on these guys now, pick apart their sounds and smells from the rest. Gun's smelled atrocious after all, and their loud shouting was basically a give away. He didn't need to see them, because the inside of this building was now his own personal radar. "If I strike, there won't be a chance to shoot. You be careful, Roach'll be pissed if I let his woman die." Sylar says before crawling away from Megan and vanishing behind another aisle. This place was one big maze for Sylar to use, time to show the guests the labyrinth's monster.
Sylar crept down the aisle opposite to this gunman, listening careful to each step and matching it. So long as the man was moving towards the back, he wouldn't see Sylar make his way to the front. As Sylar made it to the front of the store, he peaked from behind his aisle, letting his eyes pick up on what they were doing. One man distracted with the register, looting cash into a bag of some sort, while the other was a look out, paying attention to the various people all cowering in fear. Sylar still wasn't comfortable with it, but he knew it was time to kill again. These were vile men, violent criminals outside of their own territory. If they wanted to steal, this was not the world to do it.
Sylar sunk low to the ground, his body moving at an impossible pace as his clothing dragged on the floor beneath him, he turned to stare at the man heading Megan's way. Hope she could handle him, cause Sylar was going to blow their cover in about ten seconds. Finally somebody saw Sylar. "Oh god, what the h*&l is that thing!?" But as those words hit the ears of the two thugs, the two of them turning to look at Sylar, he was already sprinting forward and in the air. A hiss escaped his throat as he passed the man with the money and pounced the one with the gun. It turned, trying to match Sylar's speed, but no human had home of catching the monster about to strike. His tail extended behind him as he dropped on the gunman his weapon unloaded, peppering some aisle with bullets as Sylar's jaws bite down into his neck, rendering his throat quite useless as fangs cut flesh and sinew.
The other thug wasn't going to have any luck either as Sylar's tail caught around the man like a rope, squeezing him and lifting him from his feet and hurling him into another aisle seperater with enough force to hear that lovely crunch noise as one of his ribs shattered. One man was already dying, and the other had just been smashed into a shelf full of metal and food. Now it was Megan's turn as Sylar pulled back and ripped a section of the neck of this man out, leaving him to gurgle his last thoughts. "Just try and scream..." He whispered as the first man perished, the adrenaline and heat filling Sylar's veins and waking the beast from it's slumber.
"If I strike, there won't be a chance to shoot. You be careful, Roach'll be pissed if I let his woman die."
Sputtering silently, she nearly dropped her knife and turned to stare at Sylar's retreating backside. Roaches woman?... Hot damn, that issue was going to need to be nipped in the bud as soon as this fiasco was over. Since she was alone in the canned goods now, all she had left was to sit, wait, and listen. She could hear footsteps just on the other side of the shelf still, they hadn't moved far. Something clattered to the ground and was promptly kicked out of the gunman's way; he was closer to the end of the aisle now. Probably just around the corner from where Megan sat crouched. She counted the footfalls against her own breathing while her eyes were fixed on the wall just across from her.
A dim shadow formed in the same moment someone shouted. Oh god, what the hell is that thing! Moving in that instant she rounded the corner as she came out of her crouch. The man's back faced her; his attention had been captured by the commotion up front. The blade in her hand sank neatly into his side at an upward angle. Reflexively his hands clenched and the gun in his hand fired a few misguided shots into the shelves and ceiling. One of her boots collided with the back of his left knee as she pulled her knife free. The half shriek he uttered was easily silenced by an arm around the throat, and she knocked the gun out of his loosened grip as her's intensified. Bleeding freely from one wound while she locked her arm in place with an elbow and cut off his the blood flow to his head, he had little room to defend himself against her save from struggling and going for her eyes. Stray bullets from across the store had her ducking slightly as the man started to go limp in her arms. Once he'd stopped moving all together the spider mutant dropped him, picked up his fallen fire arm, and aimed it point blank at him and pulled the trigger.
Adrenaline surged through her as she caught her breath. She started forward to locate Sylar, but a warning from her sentries indicated another problem to be dealt with: It looked as if the vehicle was going to leave. Cursing under her breath, the woman gripped her stolen gun tighter and bolted out of the aisle, streaked past the cold-cases and leaped over the mess up at the front in order to barge through the front doors. The van had already taken off past the entrance, but was still visible. Taking aim, she opened fire at the fleeing vehicle. A back tire burst from the peppering of bullets, the driver swerved violently, and the van rolled. Lowering her weapon, she watched the spectacle unfold, unaware that another gunman had exited the van before it's speedy escape...
His heart was beating fast, each pulse of the organ pushing the adrenaline throughout the boy's body. That burning sensation was going to his head, and the beast inside was ready to play. This was a hunt, the prey was caught, and now the pangs of his stomach were beginning to wipe his mind. Sylar swallowed, blood and flesh sliding down his neck and feeding the waiting monster in his guts. He smiled, a sinister action that didn't fit his usual timid attitude. This was the grin of a beast, of a killer. He turned from the dead thug he just dropped and walked over to the one he'd throw into the store. The man was still on the ground, reeling from the blow.
Sylar picked up his weapon and looked down without mercy. "What will you do without your toy?" He clenched his hand and crushed the gun like it was made of cardboard. The man looked up and his eyes went wide, seems he finally realized what was happening. He screamed, pleaded for mercy from the monster. Sylar thrust his hand down and grabbed the mans throat, lifting him into the air. The man kicked and grasped at Sylar's hand, the boy's limb much slimmer and weaker looking than the thug's, and yet he couldn't even budge a finger from his throat as he began to suffocate. Sylar clenched once more, and his fingers ruptured the neck, leaving a blood handprint on the man's throat. "You might as well be cattle." He turned and tossed this man to die atop his comrade he'd already dispatched.
Sylar turned, ignoring the trembling people around him, the hushed whispers of a monster about to kill them. They were all just cattle, why had he ever feared these creatures? His stomach began to roar, eager to encourage him to partake of dead's bounty, but a small voice in the back of his head reminded him of Megan. He turned towards the front of the store, looking for her. "Megan..." He mumbled as he saw the woman firing off a weapon at some vehicle in the distance. Seems she'd handled her job just fine while he was busy securing a meal. Sylar turned back to the corpse's he just made, his mind going blank as the urge to feed began to take the reigns of his mind. However...had there only been three? Megan had said so, but his gut seemed concerned that the hunt was still on.
Sylar stopped himself from eating these dead men in front of a crowd of onlooker and turned to walk towards Megan outside. The nauseating smell of gunpowder was starting to bother his nose, best to stop the girl from unloading any more on a target they'd not catch.
Catching her breath from her quick sprint outside, she tossed the gun away and dusted herself off. The van had only finished rolling, and she prayed the driver was still alive. How else was she supposed to get information from him? Whatever the case, there was still the possibility that Sylar might have left one alive, right? Sure. Probably. She didn't really know enough about him to make a call on that one yet. Whatever the case she was going to have to go pry the driver out of the totaled van and see if he was still kicking.
She'd only taken a few steps away when a tickle raced down the back of her neck. A silent warning meant only for her caused her to freeze and snap her attention back to the store behind her.
POPPOPPOP!
The impact sent her crashing back into the pavement. Two bullets from a .40 handgun, stolen at some point from an officer of the law, smacked into her ribs and shoulder blade. The force from both stole the wind easily from her lungs. A third neatly tore through her un--protected shoulder. The fourth man who'd appeared had waited until she'd tossed the semi automatic away before he'd chosen to take the shot at her. He was crouched down by the corner of the building with the sights of his pistol trained on her, even as she fell.
Megan had to push past the immediate pain, the inability to draw in a breath yet, and scramble for the gun she had tucked away in her waistband, swearing profusely the entire time.
Sylar's senses ignored everything else, the world melting away until all that remained was the path to his current target. His gut was never wrong, his predatory instinct far sharper than his neglected mind. The shots fired, the gasp of air escaping the lungs, the fall of a body to the pavement. As far as Sylar could tell, Megan was dead and both he and the shooter were going to be in trouble, the shooter far sooner than Sylar. He crashed through the window pane like it was tissue paper, showering the street with shards of glass as his eyes burned a whole into the area to find his prey.
The man had hidden outside, crouching out of sight near the edge of the building. His attention turned from the girl he downed as a monster erupted from the grocery store on a path of murder. His eyes widened, and he turned his gun sights onto the boy, but Sylar didn't care. Kill or be killed, it was the law of the jungle. Strike first, or never strike at all. His claws tore into the pavement carving their shape into the stone as he exploded from the ground at the man. The pistol fired, the pungent aroma of gunpowder growing stronger, and the flash of light as the bullet erupted from it's casing. However Sylar wasn't like a normal person, or a normal mutant even. His sight, his reflexes, his speed were all out of this world.
His eyes watched as the bullet erupted forward, a speeding streak of bright red color as it made it's way towards him. His neck craned to the right, the bullet grazing his cheek as it split the flesh with it's speed, a trickle of crimson escaping down his cheek as the bullet continued on piercing the boy's hood out the back. That was the man's one chance to kill the monster. Sylar smashed into him, the force his body could create tremendous as the man slammed into the ground from the monster's pounce. Sylar's right claw rested on the mans shoulder, pressing it to the pavement while his left arm grabbed the man's gun arm.
"Mine." The word escaped mixed with a hiss, an alien sound that sent terror straight into this man's heart. Sylar pulled, and his enemy gave in, flesh and muscle tore like nothing, and Sylar relieved this thug of his arm, a gruesome scene that even the sickest of minds might find hard to imagine. The boy's mouth had already been coated in blood, his claws stained, and now the pavement beneath him and his shirt were freshly painted as the man began to scream.
In this moment Megan had been scrambling for the weapon to try and save herself, but now she'd see the image of what Sylar truly kept inside himself. This was his inner nature, the dark creature that hungered for violence and fear. This was the Predator. Sylar tossed the limb holding a gun away, and turned back down to his prey. Though Sylar's eyes held no soul, no pupil, the feeling inside them was easy enough to communicate. He was going to eat this man, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.
Breathe, Megan, breathe! If there was a thing she hated most in this world aside from things with faces and mouths, it was the feeling of not being able to breathe. Sheer panic filled places of her usually occupied by bitterness and anger. She never felt weaker; never felt more vulnerable. The warmth of the pistol she nearly always was wasted on her gloves as she palmed it. She was still struggling to get a little air back into herself when she'd managed to lift the gun and point it to where the shooter had been. His screaming was enough of a warning that he'd met her newest roommate, but it wasn't until she'd locked her eyes on the scene that it clicked into place. Sylar had apparently finished inside, or perhaps had heard the gunshots and come out. Either way, she was rather grateful in that moment. It gave her precious time to focus on breathing, and to take a look at the damage that had been done to her shoulder.
Reaching up with her free hand, she tugged at the wet clothing surrounding the wound. Her fingers grazing it was enough to elicit a gasp from her, and she slumped as glorious, cold air filled her lungs. The wound was deep, but nothing a healer couldn't fix. Or stitches. The other bullets had been caught by the web vest she had on under her upper clothes. It prevented them from penetrating her skin, but she knew she'd have wicked bruises at the very least, if not more sever damage.
Carefully, she pushed herself back to her feet. Sylar was... busy.. with the last thug. The van was still behind her, leaking fluids all over the road. She hadn't seen the driver yet. Either she could go retrieve the very visible mutant, or she could try to find the driver. Momentarily torn, her feet started moving before her mind had been fully made up. Soon she found herself stopped close enough to the mutant and his prey that flecks of crimson spattered on her legs. Her arm lifted, gun still in hand; she put the man out of his misery with a will aimed bullet to the side of the head.
Sylar had been roughing the man up a bit after tearing the arm off, though really by this point the man was barely conscious as the monster pressed claw into flesh and slammed his head against the pavement. However a single loud pop woke Sylar from his current action as a bullet put the man out of his misery. A hiss escaped Sylar's throat as he turned to stare at Megan. She'd killed the man, an act Sylar's instincts had been clamoring for him to do once more. He glared at her, the look on his face not the boy she'd walked to the store with. "Mine..." He whispered with a sinister softness entirely different than his usual stern but boyish tone. She looked just like the rest of them, the same physical shape as the humans. She looked like food, but she wasn't. This was Megan, maybe not a friend, but she was friends with Roach, and had offered to feed him.
His heart was racing, and his mind was cloudy. However the evil glare he'd given her for just a moment suddenly broke, as his dead eyes shifted left and right taking in the surrounding scenario once more. "I...Megan..." He turned back down to the man he was on, then looked back at the store. "I killed them...?" He questioned, as if coming off some crazy high or drunken stupor. Sylar's instincts were a powerful curse, turning the boy into a weapon of gleeful destruction, but giving into the animal was like surrendering your body to another creature entirely. His thoughts were hard to put together, to scrape them into something coherent as long as the hunger was screaming at him to eat. He wanted to eat this man, the men inside, all of them. He'd even looked at her like a meal for a moment. He needed more of Roach's help, he still couldn't control himself yet.
"Sorry." His voice became blunt and emotionless again. "You're injured." He stated simply, noticing the change in her thermal, the leaking red on her form and the iron taste of blood in the air. Even with all the blood this man had spread onto the pavement, Sylar could pick Megan's female scent from it in the air. Roach was going to be pretty pissed at him after this, letting a room mate get shot was probably grounds for even the jolly bug to lecture him. "What about...them?" He asked as he stood, reaching up to feel the wound on his cheek, shallow and semi sealed by the very heat that had torn it open, the bullet hadn't even touched him. When had he been shot at? Sylar began to feel that familiar fear in his gut as he realized he'd given over entirely to the dark again.
Her hackles rose and she stared him down defiantly, refusing to back down. She didn't know him well enough to trust that he wouldn't turn on her, and in that instant when he turned toward her and uttered that single possessive word, her suspicions started to feel justified. The grip on her weapon tightened momentarily as she studied him, wondering just how she was going to get out alive if it came to a brawl. Given what he seemed capable, he was miles ahead of her in regards to speed and strength.
He seemed to get a hold of himself moments later. His expression shifted, demeanor changed; she relaxed her grip on her gun and tucked it into the waistband of her pants at her hip. "Yes." Her response came out blunt and cold. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about the guy right then, but she sure wasn't impressed. Glancing back down at the dead man under him as Sylar, she felt some of her tension melt away. He'd done what he'd said he would do. He took care of things; albeit a little aggressively. No... super aggressively. Icy eyes returned to him as he stood and she was suddenly reminded, if vaguely, of someone she'd once known. Of trouble and blood and her heart pounding in her ears, and always an uncertain ending.
Clearing her throat, she rolled her shoulder and glanced at the the wound. "What, this? Just a scratch, really. I've had worse." Not that it didn't hurt like hell. "Don't worry about them. I'm sure someone will be along soon enough to clean all of this up. Though..." Glancing toward the escape van again, she waved him after her and started to jog over. Megan still wanted the driver alive, if possible.
Upon reaching the wreck, she avoided stepping in puddles and small rivers of unknown car fluids, and headed for the drivers side door. The whole car was belly up, some of the tires were still spinning, even. She had to crouch down and peek into the cab almost upside down herself, but what she found inside made the whole thing worth it. The black masked man inside was still strapped into his seat, and trying in vain to get himself free. The moment he noticed her peering in at him he flinched and uttered a sound half way between a cry and a groan. "...Hello!" She greeted with a smug cheeriness, "So glad to see you stuck around."
Standing again, she tugged at the door with her un-injured arm. It didn't budge. It was jammed. "Care to give our friend here a hand out, Sylar?"
Megan's lack of trust and suspicion was well placed. Sylar's lack of control was still an issue Roach hadn't worked out of the boy, and for a brief moment in time, he had eyed her as prey, as a target, and that malice was easy to spot even in his soulless eyes. However he was managing to keep himself in control, taking it out on these thugs helping him to sate his lust for violence. She informed him that he had infact killed the thugs, a thought which briefly made him question if he should feel guilty or not. He could barely remember it, all of it a haze like riding backseat to some other creature as it did the deed.
For now though, he needed to heed her words and deal with the remaining situation at hand. Sylar's eyes glanced at Megan, sizing up her various stimuli, the heartbeat and thermal imagery of her person. She claimed her injuries weren't serious, but a bullet wound wasn't something a normal human could just shrug off. He wondered how much she was hiding, whether it be pain or power to ignore such a blow. "If you're sure. Still you should take care of it soon." He said with hollow words, his tone sounding completely without sincere concern as he was still sort of out of it.
She moved towards the toppled van, a sight Sylar had missed briefly in his excitement to attack the last man standing. Apparently she'd landed a great shot and sent the vehicle tumbling to it's demise. Sylar could sense the damage and smell various fluids leaking from it's underbelly. Megan moved to check the vehicle and seemed to find a still living occupant. She spoke with the man inside, her voice ripe with the tone of a victor. Seemed she wanted the man removed from the car as she attempted to open the door before turning to Sylar and requesting his help once more. "Sure, step back." He said with a stoic tone as he stepped forward and reached down to grasp the door by part of it's window's opening. His claws tensed, creating a crunched shape in the metal before he pulled back, tearing the damaged door from it's previous position and tossing it behind him with a thud.
He bent down, his face devoid of mercy as he reached in and grabbed at the man. "The lady would like to talk to you." His claws gripped down on the man and he yanked him free of the vehicle, caring little for how much this sudden motion might hurt his victim. Freeing the blubbering man from the vehicle he held him up like he weight no more than a child before turning his gaze slightly to Megan. "Where do you want him?" Sylar's tail began to curl devilishly behind him again, as if hoping for an order to get more use from the deadly appendage.
Well... that was handy. He was like a can opener for cars. "Hmm." Pursing her lips, she eyed the visibly terrified man for a moment while considering.
Taking him to Roach himself was out of the question since he was probably somewhere in the sanctuary. That place gave her the creeps, so she refused to step foot inside unless absolutely necessary. They could always tie him to something, or put him somewhere he couldn't get out of until Gregory found him, but... meh. That seemed too tedious.
"Put him down somewhere he won't get run over, please."[/color] Locking eyes with the bleeding, agonized, unfortunate man clutched in the mutants grip, and the corner of her mouth twitched up into a lazy half smirk. "... and make sure he can't run away."
Sylar's potential as hired muscle seemed to be skyrocketing as his little adventure with Megan went on. Perhaps he would be truly destined to end up a mutant criminal or enforcer. Either way, she had requested he prevent this man from running away. Sylar let his gaze turn right and back to the left, seeing if there was something to use as a restraint. However the streets of a city rarely had something so easily manipulated to tie a man up, better to just injure him.
Turning his cold gaze back to the man currently within his grip Sylar spoke, his voice laced with dark intent. He turned and tossed the man to the sidewalk behind himself and Megan, the man hitting the pavement with a thud and the sound of his breath escaping his throat. Sylar walked up to him and reached down to grab his food, lifting it up into the air briefly. "The lady said you're staying right here, so this is going to hurt." Sylar clenched his fist, the pressure of his super human musculature exerting more force than any other hand could hope to muster. A cracking noise escaped from the man's ankle, followed by a muffled scream as the pain raced from that same foot to his brain. Sylar had cracked his ankle bones, spraining it to the point of nearly shattering. "He won't be going anywhere on this foot."
Sylar's ferocity and lack of mercy might seem surprising from his previous timid attitude. But it was simple really, Sylar was still riding on the high of a fight, the boiling blood that filled his veins when he started the hunt. The hunger turned him into a twisted version of the boy clad in black. And the more time he spent with people like Megan or Roach's...friends, the easier it would become to let this darkness take the reigns. "What now Megan?" Sylar said short and simply.