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.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 27, 2022 20:54:37 GMT -6
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Elizabeth could hear Sam, alright. She didn't need the raven’s for that, or even the dogs. She had a comm device on the same frequency as Sam’s. Regardless of the input source however, she didn’t miss a word he said and she didn’t like any of them. At this distance, it was a bit of astrain to tap into the eyes of a raven, as Sam was bordering on the edge of her range. She didn’t see the soldier they’d brought with Sam.
Which meant Sam had failed the confrontation with the compound and was now under the influence of Herr Weltgeist.
“Dear God,” she breathed almost soundlessly. Her brain started shifting into high gear. He was alone. That was good. No trace of additional combatants on any horizon, unless they could hide scent, sight, and sound all at once. Sam’s inflection seemed normal - he seemed to be in the driver’s seat, even if the vehicle was on autopilot. He had experience with mind control, right? Didn’t he commonly fight that dancer guy, Flash Mob or whatever? He said he had methods that wouldn’t work for her. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to see those methods.
He had also warned her to keep her distance and asked for the ravens. That meant he still wanted her safe, but also on scene at the same time. Whatever that meant. And what’s this about sirens? “You mean from the Odyssey?” she said over the comm and ignoring the comment about Hercules. “I don’t exactly have any beeswax with me and quite frankly, I don’t see how tying you up is going to stop you.” Even if she had chains, she knew Sam could shatter their frozen bits to pieces given enough psychic incentive.
“I’d have better luck playing a lute to drown out the music,” Liz said, shifting the 6x6 into drive. She was keeping a hawk’s gaze on Sam, prepared to start driving away if he came any closer. “Assuming there is any music. Maybe we could outsing the sirens instead. I just got Beyonce’s latest album and there are some killer earworms in there.” She was babbling. She knew it. She couldn’t stop because if she did she’d start panicking.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 1, 2022 6:25:22 GMT -6
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”No, the other Homer story.” he didn’t know if there were sirens in the Iliad and he didn’t need to know it right now. Just that she knew what he was asking. ”Not for me.” Sam said confidently.
”The ice is enough restraint for me. I need you to make it look like I’m doing what I’m told. You got one ear piece in. Maybe take mine? There is a feature that blocks noise on them. And if you can’t hear the command...” he said recalling one of his first fights in New York. The one with Raina’s brother.
”Hard to follow commands if you can’t hear them right?” Sam said continuing forward adjusting his ice so his movement was slowed. While he wasn’t outright defying Weltgeist, Sam was doing his best to figure out how to.
”It’s going to be fine.” Sam said trying to downplay her joke. She was nervous and for good reason. Sam was the fighter. Liz was supposed to be only search and rescue. Not that she couldn’t handle herself on the streets of New York but they were currently in a more intense situation. Fists and feet didn’t help much when there were a dozen guns on you.
”I get into situations like this all the time.” he said playing up his confidence. It would be fine right? His movement slowed again as a small form pulled itself from the ice and snow below his feet. Sam took two steps forward and stopped. The little form of ice reached back and jabbed into Sam’s leg. A spot he had been stabbed hundreds of times when he was at his lowest. When he questioned reality. The form was of his daughter. One who didn’t exist.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 1, 2022 21:11:15 GMT -6
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“The other Homer story? You mean--oh….” Elizabeth cut herself off. She was back in analysis mode, the one she used when tackling complex equations or understanding the mysteries of life, seeking to find the meaning in everything. It was the lens she applied to her own mind when she deduced she was acting not of her own volition, but by the guidance of dominant animals around her.
She grinned nervously, as much to keep her teeth from chattering in a way that had nothing to do with the plunging temperatures. She reached back and laid a hand on Zorro’s back, sinking her gloved fingers into his fur. Sam wasn’t telling her everything. She could tell some things were missing and that scared her. Because a mind manipulator was around and Sam had been in contact with him.
“So the beeswax is for me instead,”she repeated back. Assuming what she was inferring was true, the Herr Weltgeist’s power required an auditory medium. Assuming Sam understood it correctly. Liz knew firsthand that commands didn’t need to be heard to be followed. <<Easy boy,>> she thought to Zorro, mostly for her own sake. The dog never wavered, but looked her way and licked at her sleeve.
She didn’t believe Sam’s reassurance for a moment. Things were about to get ugly. Fast. She did believe his boast though. The problem was, she got into these kinds of situations a lot too, and they rarely ended well for her.
Especially if Sam was under someone’s control.
He seemed like he was resisting it. But couldn’t that be faked? He’d told her to keep her distance, but then he wanted to give her his commlink. Ostensibly to protect her from a siren, but wouldn’t that be an effective way to gain her confidence and lure her in? Or rather, get her to let him in close? Almost like a…
Curiosity flashed through her mind and it wasn’t hers. She shut her eyes and focused on Muninn. She stared out through his eyes in time to see Sam get stabbed in the leg. She didn’t think it was in his heel, but it seemed close enough from the raven’s vantage point.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 2, 2022 6:07:38 GMT -6
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So, there might have been some flaws in his plan. There always were not everything could always go right but what made Sam so great at what he did was he was a pro at getting out of bad situations. Maybe he should have given one of the birds the ear piece instead. That way he could keep his distance.
The familiar stabbing produced a loud grunt from the icemancer as he gritted his teeth. Focusing more on the pain than anything else he wanted to scream, kill someone or just... hit them over and over again. His focus was Weltgeist and Sam suddenly felt like he no longer wanted to help the man. Which was fine. In fact, he felt better about everything than he did a few seconds ago. Sam was going to help the man alright. By giving him his Ragnarök.
His approach was a little faster despite just being stabbed. The ice was working overtime, limiting his movements until he was sure that he was free from any control while trying to stop the blood from where he was just stabbed.
The interaction was a short one. Bruno greeted him with a loud excited bark and a tail wag but Sam raised his hand and issued his command. The large St. Brenard sniffed the air focused in on where Sam was stabbed then shied closer to Liz in the vehicle. Offering up the ear piece Sam kept his thousand-yard stare away from anyone or anything in the vehicle. Just in case.
”I’m sorry things turned out this way. Just, be smart. Follow my lead. Everyone we were looking for was there getting ‘educated’.” Sam lowered his hands after the air quotes and added, ”Everything is going to be fine, just pretend you agree with everything I say.” after showing her how to turn on the ‘noise canceling’ features on the ear pieces he led the group back to the base.
The walk was long for Sam, he refused to get into the vehicle. Each step was a reminder, he was alive, this was real and he was in control. Weltgiest made a terrible decision by trying to control him.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 2, 2022 9:54:47 GMT -6
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With every crunch of ice beneath the wheels of the vehicle, Liz felt her stomach gnawing at her. This was so far out of her depths. Even with Sam steadfastly remaining on the outside of the vehicle and the comfort of the dogs inside with her, she could feel the familiar fear building inside her.
She spent the ride in silence, mostly focusing on deep breathing. She forced out any thought of Sam betraying her. She’d already seen what he could do to vehicles like the one she was driving, and what he could do to people with guns. She didn’t even have that. Liz just had two birds and a couple of loyal dogs.
When they arrived at the compound, Liz stepped out onto the ice and activated the sound blocking features Sam had shown her. The world went silent for a moment and she stumbled on the ice. Alarm rang from the animals around her at the suddenness of her weight on the ice and the sharp crack, but she brushed it off with a wave of peace and curiosity. She felt the minds change their tune and they approached her. Bruno and Zorro came up beside her and she patted them both on the heads before pushing off from the ground and standing up.
“I’m fine,” she breathed, hearing her words only through the dogs. Elizabeth fell into step with Sam, following his lead. The dogs fell into step behind her, covering the rear. The ravens merely ruffled their feathers and peered around somewhat hungrily. For her own sake, Liz was adopting a similar look. For a Ragnorak and Odin-obsessed group, she could only imagine the worst when Sam said the scientists were being educated. Yet she had to appear as if she agreed with the role Sam was playing. Dear God, she hoped it was a role.
So Liz the teacher didn’t walk into the compound. Elizabeth, mistress of beasts, stalked in alongside the lord of ice and snow, flanked by the descendants of wolves and in sync with feathery harbingers of doom and death. Her own ears were deafened and further covered up by her wavy hair and the hood of the coat, but the senses of the dogs and ravens were alive and sharp.
Elizabeth didn’t look around her and her expression never changed from fierce disinterest, every horror carefully hidden behind a mask. She saw the rooms through avian eyes and counted footsteps through canine ears. There was a large group of people seemingly exiting the main building they were walking through, heading toward the pier, it seemed. The sound of rustling of many papers was a white noise backdrop. Interesting.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 8, 2022 6:15:18 GMT -6
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Hands trembled in the ice armor as the pair continued on into the camp where the armed guards were waiting. They had orders to let the one known as Odin leave and return with another. They weren’t expecting one of their own vehicle. Some of the men looked actually disappointed when they discovered it wasn’t holding one of their own. Something even Sam could see given what was on his plate.
Sam’s limp was masked, blood formed and froze to his leg. It was a familiar pain one he welcomed, one he knew would keep himself focus and in control. Slate had prepared him for this and with all the other telepaths or ‘puppet masters’ Sam was well versed in what to do while dealing with them. Luckily his armor was the most important factor. As long as he had that up he’d be able to control his actions even if his body wanted to do something else. It was only allowed to move with the armor.
All he could do was watch as Liz exited the vehicle. He was supposed to be under control still so he waited for the dogs to do their thing. Both of them were the best boy’s for handling this situation. For Zorro this was relatively new but for Bruno... that poor dog already went through something like this a few times. Which was why ‘Ninja’ was one of the forbidden words around him. Acting as guide dogs they kept close to Liz and he gave them all a slight nod. One that was for more reassuring than anything.
The door didn’t open fast enough, Sam was still playing the part but knew that he still had some control when he was under the influence of Weltgeist. The armor guided his trembling hand and he pushed the doors open to see the puppet master standing over his maps once again. Now Sam could see a few ‘X’s in red no doubt where they looked or were looking.
”I’ve returned.” was all he said but folded his arms. More so to hide the hands shaking. Weltgeist shouldn’t think anything of it but it was more for Liz than anything. His powers ready to throw a wall up to protect them should anything happen. They were surrounded after all and while he ‘promised’ he wouldn’t' kill anyone... well he might have to break that promise if it meant that Liz and the animals would get home safe.
”This is one of my advisers.” Sam lied, ”You may address her as... Artemis.” he knew that wasn’t the right pantheon but the delivery should have been enough. She was after all someone who advised him regularly. Sam believed it and at the moment he was supposed to be under control.
A chill floated behind the icemancer ready to form another golem to stab him should anything go wrong.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 17, 2022 19:54:12 GMT -6
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Artemis?
Elizabeth had been working on self control for over a decade, learning how and when to express various emotions, regardless of their source. She had spent great effort in learning to divine what was hers and what was not, and how to squash anything that wasn’t helpful in the moment. It was the only thing that allowed her to remain sane after such a long period of time exposed to the hearts of the animal kingdom, regardless of the circumstances.
Despite all of that, she nearly broke character when Sam called her Artemis.
Had he ever read a myth before? He did know Artemis was Greek and not Norse, right? He should’ve called her Freyja, for the animal companions and the “advising” at the very least.
But this really wasn’t the time for comparative mythology lessons. Those could wait until the ride home. Because there would be a flight home. And there were a lot of things they were going to be discussing.
Liz came to a stop just a step behind Sam and off to the side, just out of the doorway. It left them both with room to move and also kept her out of immediate lines of fire from the hallway, where a couple of soldiers had lined up, as if guarding Welgeist’s office. And it had to be Herr Weltgeist’s office. The man radiated control, even as he seemed entirely unimposing. Liz hadn’t encountered many people who could do that when they knew who Sam was, and quite often the presence of ravens and two large dogs also triggered some wariness.
But not in this man.
She inclined her head ever so slightly at her introduction, listening through ears other than her own. She looked the man up and down slowly, in a predatorial fashion, before finally settling her gaze upon his. She saw him smile.
“Artemis, hmm? A pleasure to meet you,” Weltgeist said, again, utterly devoid of an accent. Liz did not react. “Where’s your archery gear, girl?”
Liz bared her teeth. “I’m a progressive goddess,” she said. “Archery is so two millenia ago. Rather like men with pointy sticks.” She pointedly turned her gaze to the spear on the wall.
Some of Weltgeist’s smile faded. He let out a sigh. “Ah, and here I thought we could all be friends,” he said. “Instead, you greet me with insults. Mr. Johnson, I’m rather disappointed in the company you keep.”
“I should say the same,” Elizabeth said archly, glancing at Sam as if he’d genuinely told her to come meet a friend.
The smile vanished completely. Weltgeist pressed his lips together. He stared at Liz, then looked over to Sam, then back at Liz. “I’ve made a decision,” he said, coming around to sit on the side of his desk. “I believe I have enough friends. You do too, Sam.” He paused.
“Why don’t you kill Artemis here for me?”
The bottom dropped out of Elizabeth’s stomach and her eyes widened in horror.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 4, 2022 4:57:40 GMT -6
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The icemancer remained somewhat silent as the exchange happened, it was cold enough outside where he didn’t have to effect anything too much to get his thermal sense pick up on the armed guards outside the door. Sam counted six and more, further down the corridor where the ‘reeducation’ was taking place.
”She has a point.” Sam said honestly looking to Weltigiest who just issued a ‘kill’ command to the blonde. A execution he wanted Sam to preform. His lone eye shifted to the blonde and his hand twitched on it’s own but reached down to his leg where he touched the spot where the wound was under the ice. The ice shifted under his touch and dug in to keep his mind right. Something to focus on instead of carrying out that order.
”I don’t think that’s in your best interest.” he said honestly, ”The appeal to Artemis, is she can communicate with all living creatures. I gave her the name because she is the best hunter I have ever run across. She doesn’t use Archery because she doesn’t like to get her hands dirty. She has those two...” he said nodding his head to the dogs who seemed very well behaved considering the room was so tense.
”Sea, sky, or land. Nothing happens without her knowing about it. If there are animals she has eyes and ears there. It would be foolish to get rid of someone so talented.” Sam said looking back to Weltgeist.
”I brought her here because I know her worth.” more than you and all your men. He didn’t' say the last part out loud. Sam was truthful when he said she could be useful. That was why he thought ahead and gave her the ear pieces.
”I don’t like getting orders to kill my friends.” he said honestly. ”So hard to find those loyal.” Sam waited for the next move to see if it was a hostile one. Liz needed protection first before he could do anything else.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 18, 2022 19:26:13 GMT -6
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The horror shrank only slightly when Sam did not immediately kill Elizabeth. Then it grew even stronger.
Realization after realization dawned on her as Liz discovered that Sam didn’t have a plan whatsoever! That the lack of additional details on the ride to the base wasn’t out of fear of surveillance or lack of trust in her or himself, but because there was nothing to communicate! From mixing myths and ruining any possibility of maintaining the charade to monologuing? About her?!
In one fell word vomit, Sam had highlighted how much she meant to him, gave a rough (and accurate) survey of her abilities, and also identified her as a major security threat to an obviously secretive organization that kidnapped people who came even close to detecting them!
She was good at holding back her emotions. She couldn’t hold back the dread. It was visible even in the animals, as they started adopting fight or flight postures. Liz shot one more look at Sam.
Weltgeist didn’t miss a thing. It was clear the X-Man wasn’t under his control. Such a pity, really. Everything would have gone much smoother. Still, Weltgeist never relied on his powers, not when there were so many more ways to control people.
He swiftly yanked a pistol out of his hip holster and shot Artemis in the chest.
Elizabeth immediately slumped to the floor, her heavy parka-like coat muffling the fall. The animals immediately went crazy, the ravens bursting into the air and flapping about, Zorro immediately whirling to nudge his mistress and then trying to put himself between her and the man. Cordite was strong in the air, but Weltgeist himself was moving. He snatched the spear off the wall and slammed back in his chair, tapping a hidden button under the arm.
Alarms began blaring and red emergency lights flashed. The hallways guards began rushing toward the office while the last remaining ones started taking aim at the docile scientists in the other room.
And the floor beneath Weltgeist’s chair suddenly plummeted and he was gone, down a secret slide in just a second.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 22, 2022 5:04:07 GMT -6
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The icemancer leapt before the gun was fired. It was clear that his plan didn’t work, either because he was no longer a convincing liar or Weltgeist was just stubborn and didn’t like getting told ‘no.’ Either way as the bullet knocked Liz to the floor Sam was already on her and shooting a shard at ice at the German who slipped into the floor.
Knowing that he made a promise not to kill anyone he knew that without a doubt he’d break that promise if he ran into Weltgiest again. No one hurt his friends and gets away with it. Even if the culprit literally vanished through a hole in the floor. Sam was good at tracking people who didn’t want to be found.
”LIZ!” catching her head before it hit the floor Sam did a quick assessment of where she was hit making sure to open up her jacket to see the entrance point. There was blood. ”It’s gonna be fine.” Sam said ripping off his shirt and placing it on the point where the bullet entered. Ice coated the shirt and he pressed.
”Focus.” he told himself, ”It’s gonna be fine.” Gunmen started to run towards the office where they were. Both Bruno and Zorro or barking loudly and howling out in protest as the birds squawked. ”Just a bullet. Not even a big caliber. How many times have I been shot?”
Ice started to form at the entrance in the form of two golems. As soon as the door opened and the first armed guard entered he was pulled in and unarmed. While the other clone made of ice took down the next one. The attacks were far more brutal than they were before. Sam was pissed.
”Liz! Come on nerd.” he said shaking her head a little. ”Need you to stay awake.” he hefted her in his arms and ran outwards as ice started to coat them both. ”If not I’m gonna have to kill everyone here.” he said more to himself.
Posted by Liz Sundance on May 8, 2022 19:11:47 GMT -6
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The sound of the gun deafened her mind. Sure, the communicators protected her physical ears from the noise, but she was in touch with two dogs and two ravens, all known for having extremely sharp hearing.
Then the pain hit. For a single, sharp moment, her chest exploded into agony, her eyes widened and she reached out and….
Nothing.
Darkness. Pure darkness. A total void of sound as well. No background static. No ringing in her ears. A feeling of something vital lacking.
She didn’t hear her heart.
She didn’t feel her heart beating.
She couldn’t feel herself breathing either.
There was no taste. No smells. Nothing. No hands. No feet. No body. Nobody.
Then the world slammed back into place.
It was awash in a palette of grays, peppered with yellows and blues. Brown accented aspects of it. Gone were the greens, reds, purples, and others. In their place, a vast network of scent filled her nostrils. People from days and weeks before stuck out to her, telling her what they’d eaten, where they’d been, elements of fear and anxiety and other pheremone-laden emotional states. The almost painfully strong smell of gunpowder.
She was staring at herself. A brown splotch was on her parka. She was being borne by Sam and both were already becoming covered with ice. And they were so much higher than her, too.
Realization snapped into place as a series of other, alien thoughts made their way into her brain.
I’m in Zorro.
Somehow, she’d possessed her faithful friend and companion. Without touching him.
An immortal moment passed, the speed of thought desperately trying to pull pieces together, to process. She’d been shot. In the chest. She knew the pain. But now she was Zorro. Was she…? No, she could hear her body’s heart, however muffled beneath the clothes and ice. It didn’t sound weak. Not yet.
Then other sounds made it to her struggling awareness. Cracking and thumping sounds. Unmistakable sounds of fighting, just in the hall. Blaring alarms, painfully loud and violent, their brown lights flashing.
Sam’s little commands.
He was already plunging into the hallway with her body.
Elizabeth snapped into action. Zorro’s lithe body shot through the doorway and into the hallway, no longer barking but uttering a savage growl. The ravens were still in the office for the time being, until Liz pushed a mental command into their heads. <<Follow Zorro!>>
She barreled into the legs of a soldier, enough to tip him into a second soldier, before converting her momentum into a jump onto the chest of a third, bearing him down to the ground and snapping at his face with her jaws, even as he head clunked sharply against concrete. She sprang off the soldier in time to dodge another’s kick and collided into the legs of a soldier who was just coming out of another room, sending both sprawling back into the room he was exiting.
A room that smelled strongly of people with guns and these uniforms, but also people without such things. She caught a single glance of a scene that burned in her mind.
Gunmen were aiming at…the scientists!
And then two angry, panicked ravens burst into the room and began screaming, echoing Elizabeth’s psychic dictation. “SAM! Scientists in here! Hurry!” they shouted in scratchy, hoarse voices. Then anger-infused desires flooded them and both birds recieved an idea at the exact same time. Those two soldiers nearest them had such delicious looking eyes.
The birds streaked toward their targets while the gunmen acted. Some turned to look, some flinched, others started pulling triggers.
Posted by Cold Steel on May 10, 2022 5:22:40 GMT -6
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The cold stifled the bleeding. The effected area was the coldest point of her body but slowly spread to the rest of her. She was going to be fine. Sam was NOT gonna loose a friend today. The gunman before them fell quickly enough Sam’s clones darted around the hallway shielding the pair as they walked behind them. Anyone who wasn’t knocked out or tossed to the side with broken limbs was frozen in place. The icemancer was not messing around.
Zorro and Bruno hurried behind him slowly at first but then Zorro took the lead attacking two guards and sending them into a prone position for Bruno and the clones to help. Bruno typically wasn’t aggressive, he was a big babu more than anything but he was big and when there was danger to the pack he got loud. With a loud bark Bruno pounced on one of the guards Zorro tipped over keeping them down. ”Good boy.” Sam added to reassure Bruno now was the time.
The ravens surged forward flying about and shouting. They were shouting about the scientists meaning Liz was alive. ”Here.” Sam shouted. He didn't’ need to point but the two clones took the meaning. They were an extension of him after all. The gunfire did little to anyone as one of the clones grabbed the nearest guard and used him as a shield as it charged into the others pinning them to the wall. The clone pinned them and then reformed keeping them pinned. The other clone kicked in the door and leapt to the guards aiming at the scientists to repeat the process.
A hand shot up blocking another entrance to the room, seconds passed then the rest of his ‘team’ entered. The way they entered was closed next with a sheet of ice. It should be long enough to do what they needed to do.
”Walter!” Sam shouted recognizing the scientist by his big horned rim glasses and 8’o clock stubble. ”I need someone to help her!” “Sam! What are you doing here?” he asked surprised now looking around at all the ice and the two reformed clones who stepped through the sheets of ice. ”I need you to focus! I need someone to help my friend! She was shot. There was an... ‘accident’.” not wanting to explain who shot her just in case they weren’t willing to help.
”You owe me! Help me! Please.” Sam was confident in his abilities battlefield medicine techniques but he was more confident on fixing his own body. Liz’s was a different story. Could he freeze around the bullet? Yes. Would he be able to remove it? Yes. Would he also do damage to her internal organs or arteries in the process? More than likely. If it was in her leg or arm he wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
“I’m not that kind of a doctor. I only have eight years in the field.” Sam stared Walter down who seemed to be getting anxious at the sight of blood that was under the ice. Sam pressed his hand on it to keep the pressure on it after he found some where to put her. “I’m a doctor.” a smaller mousier woman said as she stepped forward adjusting her glasses. “I’ve also dabbled in some minor surgeries.” another more robust man said stepping forward. ”Help her... please.”
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Everything happened quickly. Screams and cries and smases and gunshots. What seemed like minutes was merely seconds and the gunmen in the room were incapacitated in several different ways.
Elizabeth tasted iron and she licked her lips. The feel of an unusually long tongue running over fur and larger-than-normal teeth overwhelmed the taste. Ah. The possessor maneuvered Zorro to his feet and extricated themselves from the gunman they’d tackled. She left him to be restrained by Sam, who was already organizing a help committee.
Strange, she thought as she watched the scientists jump into action. Not many people get to see this from the outside. She was used to seeing her body on its own. A few times, she’d even seen it walking away under someone else’s control. This was the first time she’d seen her body injured though. Yet she didn’t feel anything.
Well that wasn’t true. She felt hundreds of things. She felt air circulation across her feathers and down the fur on her back. She felt the waves of cold emanating from the new ice doors. She tasted iron and wetness again. She felt some incipient bruising on Zorro’s left foreleg from the collisions they’d taken. She felt cold concrete underfoot. But she didn’t feel chest pains. She didn’t feel a bullet.
With a mental wave, she calmed all the animals. All enemy combatants were either dealt with or stuck in the hallway. There were no other entrances to the room. No way to leave the room either. No need for chaos. Huninn and Muninn settled down and found perches on the tallest furniture in the room, one on a cabinet and the other on top of an ice clone.
A desk was quickly cleared off to make room for her body. “Set her down gently,” the mousy woman instructed Sam. The woman reached for Elizabeth’s face and pulled back the hood, checking for vitals. Blank, dull eyes stared back. “She’s gone into shock - this isn’t good!” she said.
“It isn’t shock,” Elizabeth spoke through Huninn. “I’m a mutant. When I possess an animal, my true body enters a coma-like state.” The second man turned in surprise but the woman just stared and frowned at the raven.
“Understood. How long can you stay possessing?” she asked curtly.
“As long as needed.”
“Can you feel your body?”
“No, there’s no connection.”
“Good, that simplifies things,” the woman said before turning back to the other scientists. “We won’t need painkillers then. Alright, let’s expose the wound.”
They carefully peeled back the coat from Elizabeth’s chest. A torrent of colors filled Elizabeth’s eyes as she switched to looking through the raven’s eyes. Ultraviolet was not something she was used to yet but it did offer extra insight into the situation.
There was a lot of examination, or at least as much examination that could be done with the limited tools. The robust man’s microscopic and telescopic vision was of some help. Sam was asked to monitor Elizabeth’s temperature and Liz herself was asked to monitor her own heartbeat.
“The good news is, you’re not in critical condition right now,” the woman finally announced. “There might not be any internal bleeding, but your breastbone is definitely chipped. I don’t know what kind of stuff this coat is made out of, but it may’ve saved your life. The bullet did penetrate, but we shouldn’t move it, not without proper medical equipment or we’ll probably do more damage. What we can do right now is clean the wound and keep pressure applied and halt the bleeding. There are first aid supplies in one of the other offices which will help, but it will be better to get you to a hospital.”
“Then do it. Just get me stable, please. Don’t worry about long-term damage, just get me fixed up for now. As best you can.”
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The situation was tense, Sam was moments away from freezing the whole building and everyone in it, then breaking the ice shelf that held the base upon it to let it drift down to the bottom of the sea if Liz didn’t make it. No, he had to stay positive. Productive. The walls outside coated in more ice making it that more difficult for anyone to access the entrance. No one was leaving till Liz was okay. It was his fault she was shot. Sam should have just killed Weltgiest.
The doctors were surprised when the birds spoke but it took them seconds to get over it when Liz started to diagnose her own injuries. Sam on the other hand knew what the injury was... a bullet. One he couldn’t stop before it entered her chest.
Guilt.
Sam’s eye stayed forward for a few moments trying his best to give the doctors some privacy with their newest patient. Someone ran past the doors only to get grabbed by an ice clone that sprung forth from the wall and dragged them back to the thick sheet of ice which then grew around them. Freezing them in place. Alive, but useless for now.
”Which office?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow and turning towards the table to see his friend in that state. A few tools of ice formed on the table beside Liz. A scalpel and some tweezers followed by an assortment of tools he knew could help. Sam was pretty adept at first aid in situations like this but the way he was feeling now he was more worried he’d hurt his friend.
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The surreality of the situation lingered around Elizabeth like a cloud, as she was able to experience her examination from multiple viewpoints. Never in her life had she been so acutely aware of every little thing that was going on around her, despite not feeling any of it herself. It was bizarre, yet also seemed like a blessing.
“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive,” Elizabeth said absently, her words echoed by a raven. The birds were accustomed to repeating whatever she thought to them, even if she didn’t expressly mean them too.
One of the scientists snorted. “No time for Vonnegut, dear. No need either, we’re going to get you through this.”
The mousy woman, meanwhile, answered Sam. “The office beside Herr Weltgeist’s. It’s in a cabinet on the left hand side,” she said before turning to investigate the tools he’d made. She picked up the ice tweezers and experimentally closed them. The fragile ice snapped instead of bending. “We’ll need real tools, too.” She was pure business, no emotion coloring her voice.
But then Zorro’s ears perked up and Liz felt an undercurrent of alarm begin to blaze inside of him. A moment later and the raven’s felt it too. Something was wrong. Something that made the animals want to run for the hills.
The hyper-keen senses of the dogs and ravens heard a cracking, a deep shuddering cracking that seemed to echo faintly from everywhere. Seconds later, they heard it again.
Elizabeth remembered the widely documented phenomenon of animals fleeing areas before natural disasters struck and horror returned to her as logic clicked into place.
“Sam! I think the ice shelf is starting to break! With us on it!”