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.
He watched her get up and walk to the corner, and he instantly noticed... what was that, a wiggle? He raised an eyebrow. Yes, it was a wiggle. It was... strange, feminine but animalistic at the same time, like she really was a walking cat. It was also graceful and alluring, and he noticed that Buck started to take notice immediately.
Mathew's eyebrow peaked to its fullest extent when he saw her bend over. Oh, crude, so crude - but a terribly nice touch. The corner of his lip perked up, but he only took notice long enough to see her bend over and he set to work.
From his trusty pants he pulled a small bar of soap from the bathroom, carefully hiding it under a tucked hand. He grasped the cloth he was scrubbing the floor with and started to rub it all around the floor, covering as much area as possible. It was obviously there, but so long as Buck took no more notice of the floor than necessary he wouldn't see it.
Mathew slinked back, sliding along the floor, watching Buck the whole time. He put as much space as possible between him and the soap.
"Oi, Buck." He called, catching the man's eye and somehow drawing it away from Sara's ass. "I fucked your girlfriend."
Buck blinked, then frowned. He looked like he'd been punched in the face. Mathew smirked at him and raised that infamous eyebrow, tilting his head. He mentioned few more things he thought Buck might find interesting. Disgusting things which made his own skin crawl, but they served his purposes. A means to an end was a means to win.
Buck stepped forward, his face angry. Mathew tensed - if this didn't work, he'd have to fight dirty to win this. Buck was twice his size.
"Why, you fucking little snake in the grass, I've got a good mind to-" He pitched forward and his feet made an ugly stretching sound on the floor, his arms wide. Mathew's eyes were delighted, his grin unmistakeably - if only he'd break a neck on the floor!
He got up and rushed to Buck's side, bending down to him. He made sure his face was facing the camera and spoke.
"Buck, Buck, are you alright?" He heard Buck moan and start to get up. Now it was time to work, and work hard.
He clenched his teeth and conjured all his anger, all his hatred for the guards. He thought about that dark skinned woman in the graveyard, and the girls who'd not only died but had to suffer the indignity of being stripped post-mortem. He thought about their death anyway, the wastefullness of it, and he thought about how Jeminai had tricked him, and he thought about how frustrated he was in here... The anger started to well up in him, and his nostrils flared, his teeth clenched. He almost saw red, and he growled, low in his throat - the collar gave him a warning shock as all the emotion welled up in him. It felt like it was climbing up his throat, into his mouth....
He clenched his teeth and screamed, a low and bestial sound which rattled every fibre of his being. He grabbed Buck's neck, where his spine met his skull, and he he flung his head back as the electricity flowed through him into Buck and back again, creating a neverending current. Buck started to, aptly enough, Buck. Mathew just screamed, low and not loud but powerfully and horribly. It seemed that Buck was frothing at the mouth.
Finally, Mathew slumped forward, dazed and half-dead. He couldn't move, he couldn't think... but he managed one sentence to Sara.
"Now... we can speak...." He said wearily, reaching for one of the energy bars in his waistband.
Sara staid casual as she watched Fever’s progress on the floor from the corner of her eye. Not turning fully till he looked finished and started making his bad comments and oh some of those taunts were doozies.
Her back was to the camera when the guard fell. So her smirk was hidden from the room’s watchers.
Some where in the control room Jeminai was smiling as well. Turning that monitor so that the screen no longer displayed her pawn in his work, and displayed an empty guard room instead. Her pawn may think he was smart but he still had a lot to learn.
Back in the room Sara waited till things were nearly over. Fever showed some resistance to the electrocution, using a technique Sara had started using early in the camps, and recently abandoned in hopes that the guards would think she had given in. Seemed she’d seen Isabel do the same ting to James. ‘I’ll hurt myself if it means I can hurt you more.’ Crude but at least it got the job done.
"Now... we can speak...."
She took a few steps closer, catching a new sort of sent. Her head shook back and forth trying to clear the foggy feeling as her eyes dialated. Her lip curled as new thoughts ran through her head new ideas on what she wanted--- Her head shook again and she took a step back, shaken.
“Nice trick.” She said glancing off to the side where the wall was. She leaned back against the corner and slid down so she was sitting next to the bags of laundry. One hand pinching the ridge between her eyes. “You’ve clearly got your own shopping list going. I don’t suppose you’d share the information of what you’ve collected. What’s needed.” So much relief not to have to talk in code.
(OOC - Lol... sorry. I thought that idea was so original too... gah, it seems like everyone can crack a plan these days! Lol kudos for beating me to it)
He heard her walking over to him, heard her stop. He couldn't muster the energy to look up, but underneath him he was unwrapping the bar. He pulled it up slowly, biting into it, glad that, althought the boost would be shortlived, it would be a boost nonetheless.
He munched into it, his face still buried in Buck's flaccid back. He cringed; he hated snack bars. This one had a horrible artificial taste, like a mix between raisins and acid.
“Nice trick.” He heard her say as she moved away from him, “You’ve clearly got your own shopping list going," she continued, and he heard a thud of some sort."I don’t suppose you’d share the information of what you’ve collected. What’s needed.”
Ugh... speaking wasn't an option right now, not an option at all. Just sweet, honest silence, that's what he wanted. Silencio es oro... But the whole point of almost killing himself and doing the same to Buck was so that they could speak freely. He managed to raise his head, turning it so that he looked at her.
"Yes. I have the things that I've told you about," he said, biting the bullet and being honest for once in his life, "and I have easy access to more. Lists of guards names and locations, in my head..." He turned his head and coughed, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He felt something warm hit his hand, and when he pulled it away to see what it was his heart fell. It was blood. Not a lot, but it was blood nonetheless.
I'm going to die in this place.
"I'm willing to share," he said as he struggled up with weak, shaky arms and sat on his knees, "but I want something in return."
He proceeded to check Buck's pulse and shake him a little, for the sake of the cameras. With the other hand, he was rifling through Buck's pockets, all of them, to see what he could find.
"We don't have long to speak," he warned, "so be quick and get this over with. If he wakes up," Mathew said, nodding to Buck, "I can handle him. He's around my little finger. However, I don't think the other guards would approve. Then there's the subject of the Stalkers. My collar will have them on alert, so hurry up and explain yourself."
From Buck's pockets he'd filched $30 in cash and took a cursory glance at his guard ID, memorising the number. He then unstrapped the walkietalkie from his side and let it drop to the floor between him and the unconscious guard.
"When he wakes up, I'll say that my powers make me act strangely," He said to Sara, "He slipped on the floor. I rushed to see if he was okay - the cameras will back that up. I panicked and the collar shocked me. I'll grovel and apologise in the infirmary to him, telling him that the two of us watched helplessly as the other guards mugged him and took his radio for a prank. This will segregate him from the other guards, giving me a chance to become closer to him. Do you understand?" He said authoritively, taking command though still slightly weak.
He reached over and pulled the pile of sheets closer, plopping them on top of the walkietalkie and hefting it, taking it to her and putting the handful in her sack. He wanted the radio himself, but technically he was the only one with Buck's ID number and hence the only one who could ring through fraudulent commands. That's why he'd left the ID card - taking it would mean Buck got a new card and a new number. He looked down at her, before running to get the guards, hoping she could be trusted with the remote and two-way radio... and more importantly, with Mathew's true identity.
(No worries. Sara tried and was unsuccessful at electrocuting a guard at the beginning. And Isabel… I’m trying to decide still on if I should let her be successful. Especially since Raina came into the room and is now in contact with James… ok back to writing.)
She tried to give him the time but instinct and common sense told her time wasn’t something they really had to play with. It wasn’t like they could sit down over a cup of nice hot tea and discuss what to do in the camps for hours on end. For one thing, they didn’t have tea. She wasn’t even sure if the substance they were given to drink, could pass for water. Second. Well she just thought that now, didn’t she. Things just had to be fast and discreet.
"Yes. I have the things that I've told you about, and I have easy access to more. Lists of guards names and locations, in my head..."
She nodded. “Might come in handy to mach up your information with the paper work other people can look at. Find out who goes by names that are more nicknames then anything else. Make things a little more organized.”
"I'm willing to share, but I want something in return."
“As in?” She replied watching him carefully. For the moment, she respected his true nature. This nature she had no idea why he was showing to her but it was something to be given it’s respect nonetheless. Respect didn’t mean she had to like it and adore it though. Again time would tell on that.
"We don't have long to speak,"
Hadn’t she just thought that? ok next time she’d give him no recovery time. None
"so be quick and get this over with. If he wakes up, I can handle him. He's around my little finger. However, I don't think the other guards would approve. Then there's the subject of the Stalkers. My collar will have them on alert, so hurry up and explain yourself."
Sara crossed her arms. Playing with the security camera a little bit. She hadn’t assisted a guard before until told to, so why help now? “If you have a request, within reason, we can work out a way of getting something into the camps.” Sara replied flatly. “There are already some food supplements like those dried, bland, bars, tested by my self, to be sure that they’re safe. It’s more a matter of asking on your part.” She let her head tilt down to the floor where she sat, though her right eye brow was raised slightly. Watching him for more signs of… what ever.
She nodded again when she noted him using the sheet to hide the walkie-talkie. With her remote…. She wanted that remote. Note to self Watch what he pulls out of her sack if he does. There was no honor among thieves and she knew that if the sides were turned, with her being the one that just snatched the walkie-talkie, she’d want the remote as well. Mostly just for the heck of it, but still.
She waited still sitting on the floor holding her head.
Mathew stepped back after putting the sheets/walkietalkie in to the sack. He'd given her enough - now it was time for her to uphold her end.
"In return for helping you, I want to know everything that's going on, free access to your own information and to be in the loop. You obviously have something going - don't try to fool me into thinking I'm in the circle when I'm not. I won't fall for it. Tell me everthing, and make it true. I can be a valuable asset, but I warn you; don't cross me."
He carried on talking as he turned and made his way towards the door.
"The bars are appreciated. The walkietalkie in you sack evens us out. We don't owe each other anything anymore. I'd appreciate it if you kept your... knowledge of me to yourself. I'm sure you can understand that my relationship with the guards requires them thinking me dimwitted and weak." He said as he reached the door, reaching out to open it.
"Furthermore, I will go on to try and retrieve more specific information, as per you request. How will I find you to tell you what I learn?"
Sara Sighed. She wasn’t a double crosser. At least she wanted to believe she wasn’t. Desperate times though and the untrust. It takes it’s toll
“You will be informed as I gain my own information.” Information she wanted on more then one level. So to speak.
“If you need to find me, I’m all over the place. Just look for dirty laundry and try to hang around. I, or one of the laundry collectors will be around sooner or later.”
"And if you need to contact me, we don't know each other." He said before opening the door and rushing out to find a guard, leaving Sara in the room with the items they'd procured together. A little way from the barracks, he paused, thinking. What would happen if the guards searched her? Would she be okay, and more importantly, would she be able to keep the items safe? He cursed his predicament, for being so restricted in his movements in the camp.
Content with his new ally, and this interesting niblet of knowledge, he slowed his pace and began to pant, plastering a fearful expression on his face before approaching the first guard he saw.
"And if you need to contact me, we don't know each other."
“You got it, Mathew.” She said with her voice low. Yeah she’d follow that request but behind closed doors, in her opinion, the very statement asked for a little tease. There was little one could do in this place to keep sane. The teasing was just Sara’s way.
Mathew left and Sara shifted hefting her bags onto the bed, then beginning to check on the guard, that Mathew had knocked out. Playing the part for the cameras and taking the chance to check his pulse. Pity she could still feel it beating. If only fever had held on a bit longer.
For a moment, she extended the claws on her left hand, hidden from the camera’s view. It was entirely too tempting to stab herself and finish the part Mathew had started. So tempting.
This wasn’t Sara’s normally a violent gal, but her desire to get out, to get her own revenge had grown from the time she entered the camps.
Suddenly she shook her head again, pulling her left hand away from her own arm. No, wasn’t right. Wasn’t the time. She continued her work/preparations, for Mathew’s return.
Mathew stumbled up to a guard, out of breath and panicked. He held a hand out and stopped, doubling over and resting one hand on his knees to catch his breath.
"S-sir, one of the guards in the barracks is injured!" He said, mindless anxiety riding every world the way a jockey rides a horse. The guard immediately perked up and glared at him.
"How and when?" He said immediately as he started walking towards the barracks. Mathew only hoped that Sara had had time to do whatever she needed to do.
Mathew started to fidget and squirm a little, looking at the retreating guard. The man stopped and looked back.
"Well?!"
Mathew broke and almost started crying, the words falling out in a rush.
"God, I'm sorry! He slipped on the floor, we were washing it, and he slipped and he hurt himself and I... I accidentally shocked him! I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, it was an accident..." he said, dropping his head and shaking it for good effect, "Please... I didn't mean it.."
The guard cursed and turned again, resuming his trek to the barracks. The second his back was turned Mathew looked up, his head still down, but his eyes were dry and cold.
"We'll see." The guard said as he grew ever closer to the building. Mathew followed behind him slowly, watching his bearing with consternation. His shoulders were tense, his steps heavy and violent... he'd been waiting for something like this, it had probably made his day. Well, to complete Mathew's plan he'd have to suffer a little at the hands of the guards. That much was inevitable. Bruises were unwanted, but somewhat necessary. The worse a state Buck saw him in when he woke up, the better. That would concrete his story of an accidental shock, and it would also serve to make Buck pity him, if he played his role correctly. Then the seeds of contempt and suspicion would be sown in Buck's feeble little mind, and Mathew would become his only confidant in the camps... oh, yes. Very deceptive. Of course he'd still be careful from now on. Underestimating Jeminai hadn't been a clever thing to do. Regardless of the fact that she condoned his plan of revenge on the guards, he reminded himself that he knew very little about her. In fact, he didn't even know what her job was in the camps. For all he knew she might be the politician who'd angled for mutant registration!
As they reentered the barracks, Mathew slumped his shoulders and prepared himself for some serious acting.
"You there," the guard said to Sara, "Step away from the guard!" Mathew caught Sara's eye and he gave her a slow, sly wink, his last honest action for the time being.
(I assume you wanted Sara to prepare should she and her bags be searched. Feel free to rp that. It’s kind of nice to have someone else playing a guard for a bit. Mean or nice.)
After making sure Buck wasn’t awake yet, she took her sack of goodies, and busied herself at the closet. Listening closely to the foot steps outside the room, in the hall, and monitoring Buck’s breathing. Again she was both relieved and disappointed to hear that. Mentally scolding herself for he fact she was thinking such a thing as that last thought.
With this action that had been taken, she might have to prepare for someone grabbing her sacks. She definitely didn’t want anyone discovering what she had taken. They knew from experience she could stand their rougher treatment. They didn’t need to know her capabilities as a thief.
She strolled over to the closet and, with her back to the camera, body blocking the view of her left hand, she began reaching up top and stocking the closet with an extra pair of folded sheets. Mean while her left hand began slipping the stolen items into the pockets of the uniforms in the closet. Making a show of standing on her tip toes, as if she really needed to, in order to reach the top of the closet. Then an extra sheet was brought out, to cover Buck’s body. As long as he lived he didn’t need to catch a cold. Weren’t the camp residents exposed to enough?
She heard foot steps outside the door and, even though she knew tey were there, she still jumped when the door was opened. All part of her show. They didn’t need to know her hearing was still sharp. James would only try to make her loose her hearing again.
"You there, Step away from the guard!"
“Yes sir.” Sara said quickly, bowing. Her head but letting her eyes flick up at the guard, then past him to Mathew. Catching his wink. She gave one slow nod as a response. The movement only made her chin drop farther but it was there.
(OOC - hey, sorry for late reply... I've been working on my new novel and there is a similar character, so I didn't want to write them both because I didn't want one influence the other. )
Mathew made his way into the barracks, his shoulders hunched and his head down. The guard walked, slowly, to Buck side and knelt down to check his pulse. He seemed to consider something, then he looked up at Sara with a shifty expression on his face.
"How did this happen?"
Mathew rushed forward,
"I was-"
"Shut up! I want her to tell me." He looked back at Sara, smirking. Mathew cringed inside... Stupid! Would she be able to lie? If she could, would she support his story? He took a step back, crossing his arms, watching the woman carefully. The guard spoke again.
(That’s alright. I sometimes take time to reply myself. Mostly due to writer’s block. I think you’ll be the fourth person I’ve RPed with that is working on a novel.)
Sara slunk back as she had been told to do. Letting her head lower as if she really were inferior to this human barking out orders. As if she really believed that.
He had demanded what had happened and in the side of her vision, she could see the multitude of expressions going on in Mathew’s face. Especially his eyes.
The guard demanded again that Sara tell what had happened and she worked her mouth as if having trouble remembering exactly. Truth was she was working through what Mathew had told her was going to be his story. Making sure she had it straight. “The floor was being cleaned and he slipped.” Sara said. Amber eyes darting from the new guard to buck on the ground, then back. “Then his power’s kicked in and for a minute, we paniced.”
Mathew let out a sigh of relief... so she wasn't completely inadequate when it came to subterfuge.
"Shut up!" The guard barked, irritated. That obviously wasn't the answer he'd been angling for. He turned around so that he faced Mathew and he had a threatening, sadistic look on his face. He unstrapped his own walkie and spoke into it, keeping his eyes on Mathew.
"Requesting backup in the barracks, hostile mutant alert. ASAP."
Mathew frowned at him, his body instantly tense.
"This isn't acceptable, inmate. You've attacked a guard - you'll have to be... punished." He said that last slowly and with relish.
"What?" Mathew asked incredulously, "No!"
"Shut up!" He shouted, jumping up and advancing on Mathew. "You attacked a guard and you'll have to pay the price. It's the law, you know. This would be counted as GBH, in the court of law."
Mathew shrank away from him as he advanced, his face fearful.
"You should be lucky that we're lenient in here."
Mathew hit a wall and jumped, pressing back.
"Please," he said weakly, staring hard at the guard, "I didn't mean it! Don't do thi-"
!SMACK!
Mathew's head snapped to the right with the force of the blow, his entire torso moving with the momentum. The guard raised his hand again and chopped down, hitting Mathew's shoulder with some force. Mathew's legs faltered and he almost crumpled, but he stared up at the guard defiantly.
"Don't back chat, kid - when the backup gets here, you won't be so brave I bet."
A bully, Mathew thought. A pure, untainted bully - it suited his purposes, and made his job easier. Still, bullies were ugly things.
The guard raised his hand to smack him again, but he flinched and called out.
"Wait! I saw him," he said, pointing to Buck's flaccid body, "I saw him put something in his pockets."
The guard faltered and he spoke.
"So?"
Mathew's mind raced. "I'm sure he wasn't supposed to have it!"
The man screwed his face up and shook his head derisively. "Why the fuck do I care about that?" This was punctuated by the delayed slap, hitting Mathew's cheek with a resounding, fleshy smack. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, breathing out in a huff. He had to take this.
Just as he thought, the guard turned and made his way over to Buck's body. Outside the sound of the other guards approaching reached his ears, and he caught Sara's eye. He wondered if she knew what he was doing - but then, it didn't really matter either way. As the guards came in, the one who'd hit Mathew was sifting through all of Buck's pockets. He pulled out the wrapper of the energy bar, eyeing it up and sniffing it. He turned and gave the others the heads-up, nodding at Mathew.
"Intentional attack. Restrain him."
They surrounded him, slowly and carefully. Their movement was silent and ominous, somewhat eerie - were this not a planned job, he had to admit that it may have been scary. Nevertheless, he tensed and stuggled a little for good measure.
The guard who'd hit him the first time looked at Sara, then back at Mathew. He watched the man with all the keen attention of a hawk - there was something about this, something odd. He only hoped that he'd not underestimated the punishments they'd deliver on him.
"Somebody watch her," he said, nodding in her direction, then he looked up at the camera with a smirk, "and take the kid into the bathroom."
The guards began to move immediately, dragging Mathew with them. He knit his brows and struggled - hold on, what was this?
"Wait..." He said, starting to panic slightly. He looked around, not sure what was going on. He caught Sara's eye, and the fear was plainly conveyed to her. Bathroom? He tried to pull his arm away from the guard, tried to stop himself being dragged.
"Fuck you, let me go..." He said. They kept dragging him, not taking the least heed of his words.
"Let me go!!" He shouted, beginning to really struggle. He saw the bathroom saw growing ever closer, like an impending death. He felt like he was walking the green mile.
"No! I'm not going in there!"
He twisted, letting his legs go slack so he was harder to drag, "Let me go!"
He looked at Sara again, beseeching - he managed to get an arm free and tried to reach for her but another guard came from the rear and reasserted domination of it.
The first guard walked calmly behind, his hands behind his back.
"Mutants don't attack guards, freak. That's not the way it works. But you're new, so I guess it's more our fault than yours... we apologise for that. We'll teach you." He said, and the macabre promise in the words was more chilling than anything Mathew had heard in his whole life.
Sara wasn’t looking up anymore. Refusing herself the luxury of looking right into the guard’s eyes as he seemed to not believe the story. Or just not like the answer. That was possible too.
Here, lots of things are possible.
The other guard filled in while the one who thought he was head honcho kept flapping his lips. Giving orders. Both to the other men, some Sara recognized from other, similar, times. All of them seemed to follow the orders though. Luckily for Sara, the playing like she was submissive seemed to work as there were no guards grabbing at her arms. Only on Fever’s, and she was the one with the fur, claws and teeth. The real, physical, threat. Not to mention her healing factor.
Well maybe that head honcho guard was starting to get somewhat suspicious of her. He had ordered for someone to watch her as well. As if she was going to do something extremely drastic. Sara wasn’t that stupid. Even if she could take this entire room apart, she liked to believe that she wasn’t that stupid.
Mathew was being dragged by her and she allowed herself a look, up into his face. Her stern face softened. Her heart rate increased, fists clenching around the fabric at her sides. No matter how much of a donkey’s behind the guard was, she wasn’t going to reach out. She couldn’t. Oh Hell, yes he could. Fever was fighting to keep himself from the Bathroom, and her hand darted out to his, missing when the head guard stepped in her way.
"Mutants don't attack guards, freak. That's not the way it works. But you're new, so I guess it's more our fault than yours... we apologise for that. We'll teach you."
Sara changed where she was aiming with her hand and reached for the head guard’s shoulder. Managing to grab his shoulder just as a second, to her right, moved to smack her away. The butt of his gun came across the back of her head, sending her forward. Hissing a she sucked in air, from the pain. The surrounding guards, who weren’t trying to handle Mathew, grabbed for her, restraining her arms while another guard slammed the side of his baton into her ribs. Making her bend, but not crumble to the floor. Like what was obviously that guard’s goal. However what happened next sent all the Guards grabbing Sara to the ground.
There was about a three count and then Sara’s body was pumped full of electricity. The current coursed through her, then to the guards. Automatic healing abilities were awesome… as long as you’re not wearing one of those stupid cuffs from the camps.
With her jaw clenched, Sara managed a few words. “Perhaps you should check the specifics of his powers before you just start swinging.” She was down on her knees, shaking uncontrollably.
(OOC - hey, I've thought about this for a while - I've come to the conclusion that Sara's healing factor would save her, even if she gets shocked in the process. If I'm going too far, just let me know. )
Mathew kicked against the bathroom door as it grew closer, using his legs to stop the inexorable commute. It didn't make a blind bit of difference to the guards - one of them kicked the back of his knee and his leg gave way, and with it he fell, only the guards holding him up.
He heard a loud crack and a hiss as he struggled, and he could feel the static tingle of the collar as it prepped itself for a shock - he'd been using his power without even being aware of it. There was another fleshy whack and shortly after the dull zzzink of electricity, and then hollers from the guards - the two holding him dropped him completely and he landed on the floor, the back of his head cracking down painfully. He closed his eyes and groaned - pain again.
“Perhaps you should check the specifics of his powers before you just start swinging.” Came the gritty, clenched voice of Sara; and for some strange reason it empowered him, inspired him to be what he really was. These were pathetic humans, stupid and unadvanced; what right did they have to treat him this way? What kind of man was he, that he'd let them?
No way. He'd tried being sly - sometimes it worked, sometimes not. Sometimes you had to be dirty.
With a new burst of energy he tensed his stomach muscles and rolled from the floor backwards, so he landedcrouched on his feet - the best thing about pilates was that you could bend and twist like a length of elastic. His hand shot to his leg and under his trousers, where the scissors were held in place by the bandage roll; he pulled them out, flinching when the hasty action disturbed the wound there. Nevertheless he ignored the pain and used all the strength of his legs to leap forward, sailing through air to the first guard with the scissors poised in his hand. They'd learn who was weak and who was strong. If it killed him, he'd teach them. He thought of all the blind rage as he plunged the scissors into the guards neck, hearing the man scream - he held on tight and pulled them out, then stabbed him yet again. The collar let of its first shock as a spray of blood hit him full in the face, but he didn't care; this was a good thing, he'd hit an artery!! Someone grabbed him from behind and he made a noise like a wild animal, not caring anymore - once again the muscles tensed and he using the strength of the man behind him to lift himself up and kick against the guard he'd just stabbed, pushing the two of them backwards and the dying man in the other direction. They hit the floor and he spun around, scrambling to bring the scissors back up. He raised them above his head as the man drew back to punch him, and everything seemed to go in slow motion - the collar shocked him again and he felt a release of anger, pure and unbridled rage, and the metal makeshift weapon sizzled in his hand with electricity. His hand came down as the guards fist came up, and in the intense moment Mathew could see every detail of the man's face, see the artificial anger there, the anger he'd forced the man to feel - his forehead was wrinkled and his mouth in a rictus. The electrified scissors came down and Mathew noticed that his hand was already covered in blood... It was too late to stop the force of the blow as the sharp end of the small instrument impaled the guard's eye, and the man's approaching fist hit Mathew full in the stomach to send crippling pain through his abdomen. He screamed and flung his head back, pushing down harder on the scissors and bringhing his left hand above his right to force them into the man's skull, piercing his brain. Blood gushed from the wound and the man was screaming incoherently, and a solid tension stole through Mathew from the chest outwards... his body tensed and his back arched, his arms stretched outwards as a wave of pure power flew from every fibre of him, and almost instantly everyone in the room who was still alive began to shake and scream, their hearts pounding at insane rates, their bodily chemicals mixing and combusting... the blood in their veins heated up, rushing around their systems like hyperactive poison. What happened next, to their hearts or their minds, or any other bodily function, he didn't know. The collar gave him a last final shock, big enough to incapacite him... but just for an instant, before he blacked out, something else was looking out of his eyes - something more powerful than he'd ever been, something pure and chaotic and indescribable in its omnipotence... but it was only for a second, then it was gone, and he was left clinging to a tenous thread of life, lying atop the dead guard. On his face, the peace of sleep had taken over... and it was made all the more macabre for the disgusting scene of mindless violence which surrounded it.