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.
”Me and all me forms prefer Gryphon. But ya know, keep saying we are a birdcat.” Carrick said rolling his eyes seeing Zek dance around swinging his disco staff around and not hitting anything.
There was a giggle off in the distance and Carrick turned on his heels shifting his eyes to the source then ducked to the side as something approached him from behind ‘flight’ Carrick finally listened to his beastie half and moved as another knife flashed in his gaze as it missed him. Carrick threw the knife and hit the attacker and he bounced back into the shadows.
”**** these clowns man.” he said having experienced real clowns when he was growing up. It was sad they were trying to appropriate all the hard work they had done and ruin it for everyone else by trying to kill people in makeup.
Humming to himself he started to rework the classic ‘Send in the clowns’ in his head as his mismatched color eyes darted around keeping an eye on out for himself and for Zek before he stated to sing. ”Isn’t it odd, are we a team? You here at last on the ground and me in mid-air... where are the clowns? Those ****ing clowns...”
Before he could continue with his parody of the song by Frank Sinatra he turned to see another flash of light as Zek created a portal... ”What the ****?” it was different from his normal balls of light this one turned into a portal. ”Only if we can leave the clowns.”
Off in the shadows, “Hey... where are you going? Don’t you want to play?” Carrick hopped and flapped his wings closing the distance, ”You don’t play nice. We are taking our ball and leaving.” he said hoping Zek’s portal took them somewhere nicer than the sewers. Hopefully the book club could find another place to go.
”Jesus ****ing ***** ****”’ Carrick didn’t believe his eyes as he landed next to Zek standing in the middle of Yankee stadium. ”Keep this one in yer back pocket?” Carrick asked raising his hands and waving to all the other Zeks.
It looked like Carrion had indeed decided to follow. Well, that was probably for the best. The guy wasn’t super good at taking care of himself in a fight, which is why Zek had to constantly bail him out of them. There was that time he’d save him from that hypnotic spell or whatever so he didn’t kill Elephant-man, then there was the time Zek utterly mopped the floor with Herman and the cast of the Little Mermaid, oh, and the time those spectral piranha invaded and….no wait, Capybara wasn’t there that day. Who was Zek with then? Huh. That was going to bug him for at least the next few seconds.
Zek slipped a hand into his back pocket. “How’d you guess?” he said, grinning as only a Zek could grin. Well, maybe frogs could grin that way as well. His smile had stretched back an extra inch on either side of his mouth, showing off way too many teeth.
The holographic Zek’s mostly ignored Birdcat, but some of them kept cheering just to cheer. At the same time, an organ began playing Take Me Out To The Ballgame and the Zeks began a wave, flashing brilliant white as they stood and returning to their prior neon color when the wave passed. Then seven jets flew over the field and their smoke trails quickly revealed the words, “Welcome to Zekworld” for several seconds before they dissolved into golden glittering fireworks.
Zek pulled a candy bar out an inside pocket of his trench coat. “Want some candy?” he offered. “Or we can grab some ice cream. I got fully stocked freezers in the food court. My treat.”
Usually he checked back pockets for wallets and other things people genuinely wanted to keep save. Carrick however would have never been able to find this. Even if he did he wouldn’t know what to do with it... actually... Carrick threw his hands up and waved to all the other Zeks in victory. Of what he didn’t know but knew he liked the attention of large crowds even if they were Zeks. The shifter hoped they were more entertained than Zek normally was with his antics.
”Mate... you know how to put on one hell of a show!” the shifter said ignoring the holes in his hands that were currently closing up as he waved knowing a majority of them were ignoring him. Carrick followed the wave then saw the sky writing wondering how high his little portal world went and instantly wanted to test his flying in it to see if it was like flying in the outside world.
”Is this where I go when ya ball me!?!” he asked curiously never able to remember it. Maybe with this many Zek’s and the lack of attention they were giving him specifically he tried and blocked it out. Carrick looked around for some balls to juggle, with a crowd this big he wanted to get them to cheer for him.
The flashes of golden fireworks distracted him for a few moments before he looked to Zek, ”Mate, I’m always hungry.” not as much as Zek apparently but the shifter was a fan of ice cream. ”Always got a sweet tooth. Lead the way!” his tail twitched behind him as his pupils opened up more revealing how excited he was to explore this place.
The Zeks were entertained by Canton. Then again they were made of light and literally didn’t have any brains, so what could you expect? They were also de facto made to cheer and rave over everything anyone did (the standard audience package) so honestly Birdcat could’ve fallen asleep on the spot and they would’ve reacted the same way.
But Zek could be benevolent. No sense letting the Winged Wonder in on the secret. “Yeah, I know,” he said smugly. The glittering fireworks morphed into red, white, and blue butterflies that descended onto the field like snow before vanishing entirely. The organ music kept playing and some unseen and nonexistent camera was broadcasting Zek and Carl’s faces up on the giant monitors around the stadium. “You wish you went somewhere this nice!” he added cheerfully.
His grin grew three sizes that day as Cruscoe declared his eternal hunger. “I should’ve guessed!” he said before clapping his hands.
A golf cart zoomed up from behind them and Zek hopped in. The portal to Dullworld vanished and Zek started driving off toward the edge of the field. He could’ve ran it, but since Birdbrain could fly, Zek didn’t wanna look bad or slow. He had a reputation to maintain, after all.
Eventually, they found their way to the food court and Zek immediately walked back into one of the kitchens. “Help yourself!” he yelled to his comrade in wings. He went straight to the ice cream machine and after self-serving himself a cone, he moved over to the toppings bar and loaded it up with everything he could balance.
“Be careful if you eat anything else though,” Zek warned Featherbutt. “Most of the stuff here is just holograms. The ice cream is real though - I swiped that myself just a couple of days ago.” The restaurant probably wouldn’t notice their missing ice cream - it wasn’t like he’d swiped the machine itself, just its contents. “All the toppings are real too.” And that was one of the only things he didn’t like about Zekworld. He couldn’t make real food with a snap of his fingers. Why was life so unfair?!
With the clowns gone Carrick was able to focus on other things like the fact that Zek was hiding a gem like this to himself for a period of time. Like... why ball him at all why not just send him here? He would have much rather been here than in a place that he couldn’t remember. This place had... Carrick eyed the zeks in the crowd then decided that this place had some cool stuff. A decent crowd would have been at the top of his list but he knew how hard it was to impress the ball boy.
The golf cart appeared and Carrick hopped onto the vehicle glad it was an open one. Sure he could have flown but why not experience everything this world of Zek’s had to offer. Even in Zek’s world he still felt off in enclosed small spaces.
The portal behind them closed and so did the feeling like he should be running or fighting now he was just focused on his hunger. Looking down to where the knife wounds were closing up he started to realize he was hungrier every time he was injured. Maybe... just maybe...
”I’ll take it!” he said distracted by the ice cream machine. ”So is this where ya go when ya aren’t starting trouble?” he asked realizing he knew little about his partner in mischief. Maybe it was for the best? Carrick turned under the ice cream machine and poured some into his mouth and then threw some sprinkles in there for good measure before feeling the brain freeze.
”What ya don’t have a fully staffed kitchen?” he asked finally after the dessert melted and he swallowed the contents before getting a cone and filling it. ”Seems ya got enough workers.” he said smirking then realizing they were all Zek’s much like his danger room clones he doubted they’d be easy to direct.
Zek hopped up on a chair and then planted his mighty fine posterior down on the table. The nice part about making your own world - you never had to worry about cleaning it. If something got dirty, make it go away and then make a new one in its place.
Zek licked at his ice cream with his very blue tongue. “Eh, sometimes,” he said with a shrug. “It’s as good a place to go as any.” He frowned. “No wait, it’s better than any other place.” The sugar and dairy started melting on his tongue and he shivered in delirious delight. “Got everything I could want here.” Except for the ability to make real food. And he was highly suspicious of the drinks, too.
He kicked a chair over and it struck the floor with a loud CLANK before vanishing in a flash of light. Immediately another flash appeared and an identical chair, unstruck, was right where the original had been. “This is kinda a new thing though. Been in the back of my head for awhile, now it’s out.” He stared toothily at Carpenter. “Whaddya think so far?”
He sniffed snobbishly. “Please. You know what I’d have to pay gourmet chefs? I’m not made of money,” Zek said dismissively. A gold statue of Zek vanished from behind Catbird. Zek went ahead and made the seven other gold statues of himself vanish from around the stadium. The silver and gemstone-crusted ones vanished too, just for good measure. “Also, I absolutely had not considered that at all. I knew I kept you around for a reason!”
But Zek didn’t just immediately make a battalion of butlers and cooks and such appear out of nowhere. There was a thing as too much Zek, you know?
“I can’t make food. Yet, at least,” Zek said with a pout. He bit off half the top scoop of ice cream from his cone in consolation. “I mean, I can make it, but it tastes like nothing. Like that Danger room of yours,” Zek said. “Same goes for the water. Don’t drink it. Or you can, but like, it also tastes like nothing.”
The chair vanished as it hit the ground in a flash of light, one that caused the shifter to avert his gaze. Enhanced vision and bright lights didn’t mix well especially in the dark. Thankfully it wasn’t in the dark so he only had to adjust for a second or two before diving back into his ice cream.
”Bit flashy.” he smirked nodding to the chair and then sitting in it after touching it once making sure it wasn’t going to vanish on him. ”Nice little trick though. I know who ta talk to if I need ta hide a body or some jewels.” he chuckled not being serious about the first one. He hoped he wouldn’t need to hide a body. Not again.
”What, don’t have any of the cash left over from the charlatan of a rapper?” he asked smugly. ”Spend it on an ice-cream machine?” he asked looking back to the device and topping off his frozen snack. Thinking about his own hoard and how much he had there. If only he had a reasonable fence that stopped giving his name out to those mystics.
”Could make it though right? Ya make everything else right?” he said swatting at the stuff on the desk knocking it off the table just to have it flash back to where it was seconds ago. ”Eh Danger Room is alright.” he said waving a hand with melted ice-cream on it.
”Hard to get the other mes to do anything though. Hardly realistic.” he joked, ”and I thought ya kept me around because you can’t fight or fly.”
Zek knew Crispy was just jealous. He’d seen the guy use flashpaper before so Zek knew he was super envious of him, he just didn’t want to show it. That was okay. Zek could be the bigger man, even if Birdcat was actually taller and brutish-er.
He shrugged and kept devouring his ice cream. “Hide all the jewels here you want - ain’t nobody getting to them. I do expect 20% of all profits, though. 30% with interest if you just leave them here,” Zek said as more ideas sparked in his brain. He immediately had the ideas written out on a wall somewhere, to remind himself the next time he walked by it.
Zek scoffed even as Featherbutt instantly began abusing the unreal nature of Zekworld. Zek stuck his cerulean tongue out at the guy and reset the stuff he was knocking over. “Oi! This is why I can’t have nice things!” he said. Little padlocks appeared on the items, locking them to the table.
He crunched into the waffle cone and said through a half-full mouth, “Nah, the ice cream was free. Really low-balled the offer, if you know what I mean.” In his free hand, a golden light appeared for a brief second before fading away. “Dude, I still got just about all of it. Except for the Elvis guitar - traded that for a Faberge egg. Turns out, you can’t cook those at all. They get too runny and molteny.”He knocked back the rest of his cone. “What’d you do with your half?”
And then Zek pouted because Crouton revealed a flaw in Zek’s omnipotence. “Yeah, I can make more money, but it can’t leave this place,” he pouted, bits of ice cream still smeared on his face. “So annoying.”
He giggled and hopped off the table, striding back to the ice cream machine to get another cone. “Oh please, I’m way better at fighting than you! I just need someone to witness how awesome I am!”
”Heh no body.” he chuckled at the joke himself before shaking his head, if he was drinking anything he would have given Zek a spit take, ”20 ta 30 percent!?!” he asked aghast by the offer, ”I’d say 18 is being generous, not like you’d have trouble fitting it anywhere!” Carrick said gesturing outwards to... well everything.
The padlocks appeared and Carrick grabbed one to fumble with it and by doing so shifting his attention and position closer to where the lock was locked down. ”You can’t have nice things because their fragile and neither of us are skilled at keeping fragile things.” he said humming and pulling out a lock pick from his pocket. Yes he always had one nearby, just like his flash paper and guitar pick. Never know when you’ll need it.
The low ball joke got another chuckle out of the shifter as he looked to the icecream machine, ”Best kind of discount, though I’d have trouble moving something like that.” he smirked, knowing why he was friends with Zek. The thief loved the randomness he got with Zek.
”Guitars.” he summed up waving his hand, ”Never can last too long...” last one was stolen, the time before that was used as a weapon and the time before that... well shifted forms can’t play guitar. ”Saving a bit as well...” Carrick said chuckling now at the joke forming, ”Fer college.” he started laughing more at the idea of schooling after school.
”Got enough here.” Carrick said recalling the other Zek’s, ”Whole stadium worth... Can you make more mes?” he asked thumbing his chest wondering if Danger Room Carrick’s were the only ones who were impossible to control.
Zek smiled smugly and blew a raspberry. “Oh no, 20 and 30 percent is the friends and bar buddies discount,” he said in between ice cream licks. “Supply and demand, baby. Where are you going to find a place more secure than this?” He, too, indicated everything around him. Some of the television monitors strung around the place that usually showed live broadcasts of the games suddenly only showed everything Zek was looking at.
He drummed some fingers on the table as his flight partner immediately began picking at the lock. Oh, yeah, he’d forgotten Creed did that. Usually Zek had to open all the stuff around them. “Oh yeah, I forgot you did that,” Zek said, waving his free hand. He could tell the lock was about to spring open to a half dozen other locks just dropped on the table with a mild clattering. They weren’t attached to anything, but they were all of different difficulties. In case Birdcat got bored.
Zek kicked up a leg and balanced on a chair that appeared right where it needed to be. It was only appropriate that Caesar appreciated Zek’s many and wondrous talents. “Stick with me kid, you’ll be hitting the big time soon enough,” he smirked. He slurped up a bit of dripping ice cream. It was so much ice cream in the cone. “Again, you can move stuff through Zekworld, but I get a cut.” And potentially a new career path. Little light bulbs exploded over Zek’s head and he waved them away into nothingness.
And then no more ice cream. He crunched the last of the cone, popping it all into his mouth and chewing very noisily. Some of the chocolate ice cream dripped out of his mouth but a quick napkin took care of that. He nodded approvingly at his cohort. “Good choice,” Zek said. Guitars were cool. Didgeridoos were better, but git-fiddles were still solid.
But then he started choking something fierce.
“College? You!?” he chortled as he doubled over in asphyxiation. His skin started turning as blue as his tongue. “Stop, stop! I can’t take any more!”
His own laughter echoed the other guy’s and soon a looped recording of their laughter was playing through the intercoms, replacing the background music.
Somehow he managed to not die, but he remained where he was on the floor in a quivering, spasming laugh-puddle. “Oh man, glad I keep you around!”
Propping himself up on his elbows, Zek shrugged as much as he was able. “I mean, I guess I could make more of you,” he said. He didn’t know why anyone would need more of Clementine, though. Wasn’t one enough? Or slightly less than enough? “Very well, your wish is granted.”
He snapped his fingers and a dozen Birdcats appeared around the first one. Each one was a different, solid, vibrant color and wearing roughly what the real one was, but with no logos or markings of any sort. The wings were mostly smoothed over, like a cartoonist who didn’t have time or budget to draw every single feather, and their faces….well, again they kinda looked like minimalist cartoon faces, pretty much just a generic mouth and two black dots for eyes.
“Huh,” Zek said admiringly of his work (although only in his ability, not so much their unfortunate accurate appearances). “Like I’m in a room of mirrors!”
”Better burying it in the ground at that price!” Carrick scoffed, that was what he was dealing with already but Zek didn’t need to know where his Gryphon form kept his treasures. Shiny things and less expensive things sure but it was his and it needed to be kept protected from any who’d steal it. Even if they were friends or bar buddies.
”Yeah but yer the only one with the key into this place.” Carrick gestured. He wondered if that made it more or less secure but didn’t verbalize it. His friend was unpredictable, he might ball someone in here and forget about them leaving access to all the expensive stuff he’d be storing.
Carrick smirked at the lock as it was about to open only to find a handful of other locks appear before him. At least he’d never be bored here. Maybe this world wasn’t so bad. Well other than the company. One Zek was just enough for him. Place could have used a female touch maybe. Did he want to introduce him to the Princess? Heh.
”I’ll keep it in mind.” some gems might do well here. A rainy day fund, or an extra instrument in case his broke before a gig. What was 20 percent of that? A string? Hmmmm. Zek might change the price if that was the case.
The joke hit and the pair of them had the same reaction. How many times had he failed out of high school? How many classes? Just to enroll in more after he graduated, if he graduated. It was a promise to his mother after all so he had to keep it. He just never said when he’d do it. Last thing he’d want is more schooling.
”Off brand mes!” they didn’t look exactly like the danger room Carricks but he was pretty sure they’d be more willing to do what was commanded or requested. The other Carrick’s were far too realistic these were... perfect.
”oooooooo look at these beautiful guys!” he jumped up from where he was sitting and started touching the other hims. Poking at the wings and then then simple faces. ”Still good looking! Even if ya didn’t capture all me best qualities.” he looked back to Zek, ”How long do they last?”
Zek preened as Carry so enthusiastically enjoyed the effect of his holographic clones. Now that was praise well deserved. Zek hopped off his table and trotted back to the ice cream machine to serve himself up another cone of vanilla and chocolate goodness. He deserved desserts for his efforts.
“Depends,” Zek said with a shrug as he moved to the toppings bar and started spooning gummy bears onto the ice cream. “Forever?” he said uncertainly. He was still figuring things out. “Forever or until I forget.” So the clones would probably end up vanishing as soon as he left his own paradise.
The Copycats all flinched away in unison as they were poked at, before Zek realized they shouldn’t all act the same. The first one to get poked then let out an EEP! And burst into glowing red sparks. Two more Copycats started poking at the original Birdcat, three started playing with the locks on the table, and the rest pulled out enough instruments to form a rock band and began playing smooth jazz softly in the background.
“So those clowns,” Zek said. “Crazy, huh? Whaddya say we go back and beat them up?”
The sparks were a nice surprise. Carrick looked from the source of the sparks who no longer existed to Zek with child like wonder in his mismatched colored eyes. How did Zek know that was how he wished to leave a room every time? Carrick got distracted by all the other versions of himself poking the others back as he poked them. Though a little harder than they poked him. It was important they all knew who was the original.
He ignored the lock picking Carricks and focused on the band Carricks wondering where his Guitar was, a room of this much talent... no one would every believe him. Imagine what could be avoided with this many hims? The world would be a slightly better place for sure.
”How could ya forget about these gorgeous and talented fellas?” he said walking over to the guitar wielding Carrick and pinching his cheeks hoping he’d burst into sparks so he could wield his instrument while he sparked out.
”Clowns?” Carrick snapped his fingers then studied his hands where he caught the knives. ”Oh!” all the distraction of perfection and being in Zek’s little world distracted him long enough to remember they were just in a sewer fighting teleporting knife wielding clowns.
”This place need any clowns?” Carrick wondered if all the Carricks could shift into a beast form as well. Maybe they could all gang up on the clowns? ”Maybe we should bring some of our own lights?” his tail started swaying as he toyed with the idea. ”Got any fun toys we can use on ‘em? Always wanted to hit someone with a frying pan.” he said thinking about the multipurposed tool. It worked well in the Saturday morning cartoons.
Zek just stared suspiciously at Caspar. What gorgeous and talented fellows? All Zek could see were the Copycats. Wait, did Charlie see imaginary things? Zek was pretty sure he’d heard the guy talking to himself a few times. Did he hear voices as well?
Huh. The guy was actually getting a little interesting for once.
“Nah, this place has enough clowns,” Zek said dismissively. Clown nights were epic here. “But I’m thinking the sewer has a few too many clowns as well. Figure we can go clean out the riff raff.” The clowns were also pretty offensive. Zek was a clown. He was funny. THese clowns were not funny. They didn’t deserve the book club spot.
Then Zek grinned. It started off small, then grew bigger and bigger until his cheeks started to stretch way past where they should’ve stopped. His mouth stretched all the way back to his jawbones in a Cheshire grin and he parted his lips, revealing every single one of his teeth. “Toys? Oh boyo, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! Wait until we get to the locker room!”
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Some time later in the pitch darkness of the sewer, light blossomed into existence. A solid white disc of light appeared, large enough for two people to comfortably step through it. Orange energy ringed the edges and the sudden light blinded several of the denizens of the dark.
Two figures emerged, having distinctly upgraded their kits. The shorter one in the black trenchcoat yelled, “Alright, get ready for the punchline!” And the opening bars of the Immigrant Song began blasting from the portal.
His attention faded from his poorer quality selves to Zek who was getting that smile that knew things were about to get interesting. Very interesting. Ignoring the Zek world instruments he followed his friend, if they wanted to rid the sewars of the clowns Carrick knew just the thing chase them out. Scorching the earth worked great for a lot of things.
”Look at this place,” Carrick started to sing to himself in the locker room. He felt like a fairy tale princess. Everything he could ever want. ”Isn’t it neat? Don’t ya think their in fer a defeat? Don’t you think I’m a shifter,” Carrick grabbed a nearby support beam and twirled around it, ”a shifter who has access ta anything?” he continued singing as he went through collecting things that he could only dream of using in a fight. Pulling a wagon while doing so.
His father taught him two things in life, one, don’t trust anyone. Something Carrick tried to ignore most of his life and the second was how to fight with anything. Zek had a whole lot of anything.
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Carrick pulled his little red wagon as the light illuminated the dark halls where book club normally took place. The sound of a classic reverberating off the old walls. Reaching back into the portal Carrick pulled two extension cords attached to construction grade work lights. When they exited the portal the sewer lit up even more.
Singing along, ”Arrrrrggghhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!” Carrick opened a jar of marbles and tossed them on the floor. Letting the sound be covered by some inspiring cords. Carrick closed the jar then grabbed a long fishing spear and hefty sludge hammer in the other hand. Given the way he was holding it, it was almost comical.
”Don’t know bout you Zeeky, but I’m ‘ere fer a rematch!” with the light and the marbles it be harder to sneak up on his partner in crime. Meaning Carrick could focus on getting back at the ones who stabbed him in the hands... twice.
A clown flickered just out of the reach from the light beams but could still be seen. ”Bring yer friends!” he shouted, another two clowns blinked in behind him all wielding knives.