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.
Hunter stepped into the training room. Minutes ago he had called Tris and Kitra and told them that they had a joint training session. He’d set up a complex obstacle course that would require their team work to get across and back. They had to cross the course, grab a gold disk and return it to the start point.
First was a twelve foot wall that needed to be scaled. Once up and over they would come to an open area where large plastic balls were being fired across. Beyond that was a gap too wide to jump followed by the entrance to a maze. The maze was full of obstacles, spikes shooting out of the walls and floor, pitfalls, large metal balls rolling down some of it and moving walls.
Emerging from the maze you would find a tower that you need to scale. The door was locked and inside where twenty swordsmen. They all wore suits with pressure sensors so that if enough force was applied the suit would glow red, indicated the swordsman defeated. At the top of the tower was their objective, the gold disk. High above was a walkway form which Hunter could observe the girls as they fought their way across the range of obstacles between them and the disk.
Tris had been happy to receive a message from Hunter saying her and Kit were gonna do some combo training sessions- her and Kit made a great team after al......that was until she actually got to the intended practice area....
She walked in, spotted Hunter and sent him a grin and a wave; "Here sir, and reporting for duty." she said with a chuckle.
........then actually got a look at said practice space- what she could see anyway, and suddenly she wasn't exactly as supremely confident about this training session as she had been moment early. She hid her slight wariness well though under the layers of sarcasm and sardonic humour she loved to douse everything in. Tris arched an eyebrow, turning back to Hunter and quipped; "Sooooooo Hunter , whats this training sessions theme.......GI Jane take two per chance?"
Kitra woke up about eightish and streched, yawning as she got up. She noted happily that all her stuff was here and grabbed some clothes and after her shower headed over to the canteen. About ninethirty she got a message from Hunter. It told her to come down to the training room, her partner was Tris. She grinned gleefully as she made her way to the training rooms.
And walked into the training room and heard Tris speak.
"Sooooooo Hunter , whats this training sessions theme.......GI Jane take two per chance?"
She chuckled....and stopped dead when she took a look at the room as well. She turned to Hunter, "Well, good morning. My first question is, are we allowed to use our powers?" She grinned, "Next question, When do we begin?" This looked like fun and she always carried some of her sketchbooks on her, so she was good....if they could use their powers.....
Hunter nodded at each of the girls in turn as they entered before answering. “Powers all the way ladies,” he answered Kitra’s question with a smile, “you’ll need them. Your mission is to course the course, scale the tower, retrieve a golden disk and bring it back to this start point.”
“You will begin,” he began taking one step back. As he did the floor rose up towards the walkways high above. Stepping off his raised platform and onto the walkway he turned to look down at the girls twenty meters below.
Hunter nodded at each of the girls in turn as they entered before answering. “Powers all the way ladies,” he answered Kitra’s question with a smile, “you’ll need them. Your mission is to course the course, scale the tower, retrieve a golden disk and bring it back to this start point.”
Tris was relived and happy that powers were a go for this training session........however as Hunter listed off the steps to complete the course, Tris couldn't help but chuckle alittle at what sounded like an elaborate video game come to life, leaning over to Kit, she whispered; " and slay the dragon and recuse the princess......." under Hunter's words. She suspected he would hear her with one of the super sensie powers he had.....but she knew he wouldn't care, she was just joking around, but when it came down to it she'd be ready.
“You will begin,” he began taking one step back. As he did the floor rose up towards the walkways high above. Stepping off his raised platform and onto the walkway he turned to look down at the girls twenty meters below.
“Now.”
Tris's eyebrow raised at the rising platform, sending their boss high above them......okay, not to get to work she supposed. She looked at Kit, giving her a grin, looked at Hunter, and finally looked at the first obstacle of the course......that 12ft wall looked rather high.
.....Tris considered it for afew seconds, then grinned an impish grin......Hunter did say it was powers all the way......and she wasn't really in the mood fer climbing if she didn't have too. An old child hood song sung in her head.......'can't go under it, can't go over it, have'ta go through it.
"Nothing like the direct approach." she said laughingly as she raised her hands and aimed her powers at the wall, with the fun idea of blasting a great damn hole for them to walk through.
“Powers all the way ladies,” he answered Kitra’s question with a smile, “you’ll need them. Your mission is to course the course, scale the tower, retrieve a golden disk and bring it back to this start point.”
Kitra nodded and snickered slightly at Tris' 'Slay the dragon and rescue the princess.' Then was slightly impressed as Hunter rose up in the air on a platform saying “You will begin."
"Now."
Tris had grinned at her then they both contemplated the 12ft wall. "Nothing like the direct approach." Kitra laughed and nabbed Tris' hands in her own. She winked at her and grinned, "Nah. How about we do this my way. I think your powers may come in handy beyond this....lovely...wall."
She concentrated and her mind saw all of her sketches and began sifting through them... It was like a blurry slideshow yet she knew what each one was. Finally, she spotted one after twenty seconds or so and her grin got even bigger, "How about this instead?" Before her words fully left her mouth, pure black wings appeared on her back, 13ft across with light purple lighting etched along the feathers. She grabbed Tris around her waist, "Hold on," she warned and concentrated. After three beats of her wings they lifted in the air and gained momentum slowly, reaching the top of the wall about three and a half minutes later.
They reached the top of the wall, she was mentally exhausted. It had taken a toll on her physically as well. She was breathing heavily and had a slight sheen of sweat on her. She grinned, "Hey Tris, you might want to hold on really tight..." Shaking her head, she noted that she had been sationary for few seconds and dropped. Beating her wings, she slowed their descent and touched lightly on the ground. Letting go of Tris, her wings disappeared and she leaned against the wall for a bit of support. "What now Tris? It's your turn," She grinned.
She concentrated and her mind saw all of her sketches and began sifting through them... It was like a blurry slideshow yet she knew what each one was. Finally, she spotted one after twenty seconds or so and her grin got even bigger, "How about this instead?" Before her words fully left her mouth, pure black wings appeared on her back, 13ft across with light purple lighting etched along the feathers.
Tris was atad petulant about that fact she didn't get to blow a hole in the bloody big wall......but seeing Kit grow wings was well worth it. "Very Nice." she commented, with a grin.
She grabbed Tris around her waist, "Hold on," she warned and concentrated. After three beats of her wings they lifted in the air and gained momentum slowly, reaching the top of the wall about three and a half minutes later.
Kit grabbed Tris around the waist and Tris did as she was told- clinging on slightly tighter than necessary as she were lifted into the air by Kit and her amazing wings. "If you drop me I'm gonna be real mad at you." she said laughingly.
They reached the top of the wall, she was mentally exhausted. It had taken a toll on her physically as well. She was breathing heavily and had a slight sheen of sweat on her. She grinned, "Hey Tris, you might want to hold on really tight..."
Tris looked at their distant seemingly goal, thinking of suggesting to Kit she just fly them both there on her awesome black and purple wings........but taking a peek at Kit's face and noting the sweat and breathing decided Tris against talking about it- using her powers like this must be exhausting for Kit, and Tris couldn't expect her to do all their work for them if it was gonna drain her like this.
Shaking her head, she noted that she had been stationary for few seconds and dropped. Beating her wings, she slowed their descent and touched lightly on the ground.
"Thanks for the ride." Tris chuckled as Kits feet hit the ground again. ".....You okay?"
Letting go of Tris, her wings disappeared and she leaned against the wall for a bit of support. "What now Tris? It's your turn," She grinned.
Tris didn't answer right away- looked around, orientating herself to where they were now.....They were on the edge of a big open area, and a soft pop popping sound drew her attention to the solid looking balls hurdling themselves across the space at high velocities............trying to get through there without help or some magical shielding would almost be like running a paint ball gauntlet- ouch!
"Hmmmmmm," Tris said, grinned back at Kit, "what do you think the situation calls for, explode or freeze?......I'm more in the mood of exploding myself.....but I take requests." she winked and laughed.
Hunter watched. They decided against using Tris to blast through the wall, which considering it was a good three feet thick was probably a good idea, as it would have drained her. However, the alternative they chose just drained Kitra instead as the girl made herself wings and flew them over the wall.
That was a mistake. Kitra should have made a ladder and used that to get over. It would have required less energy to bring into being and less to use to cross over. However, Tris was completely fresh, so they had gained something from Kitra’s flashy approach.
They now seemed to be deliberating how to proceed and Hunter wanted to impress a sense of urgency on them. Picking up a plastic ball, similar to the ones being fired before them he tossed it up lightly, caught it, and then hurled it straight for Kitra’s head. The velocity wasn’t lethal, but it would really hurt if it hit.
Walking leisurely through the sterile network of hallways which composed Mondragon labs Zephyr maintained a deceptively pleasant expression on his usually blank features as he meandered his way around the thin stream of people traveling back and fourth between various departments, offering a polite greeting to the few individuals who did likewise before promptly forgetting their features as he continued on his way, content to utilized his time exercising one his inherent traits, namely that of a wander. The elemental was unsure as to precisely why he enjoyed his sporadic explorations to the extent that he did, for it was never something he had spent a great deal of time considering, the impulsive journeys had originally started as nothing more than a way to familiarize himself with an area. However he had soon discovered an odd sense of satisfaction in employing the environment in such a way as to run rings around his opponents and so the activity had adapted to become a part of his daily lifestyle.
It was during one of his sporadic excursions that the elemental found himself once more within the training sector of the scientific complex. During the initial phase of his employment he had spent countless hours within the overly reinforced area, taking advantage of the black ops level technology in an effort to strengthen his already formidable skills and while he had succeeded to a point he had gradually ceased his visits to the area. The primary reason being that everything in the rooms was under constant observation and the merc wasn’t entirely comfortable for some of his more subtle talents to be caught on record.
Strolling idly down the uniform corridor Zephyrs slung his hands into the pockets of his jacket as his eyes flickered back and forth to the mostly dim lights over the entrances to the various training rooms before his azure orbs caught sight of a flash of red at the end of the hallway. The lights acted as a type of hazard warning, whenever one of the rooms were in use a red light would flash into existence over the door signaling that the area was currently occupied and potentially unsafe to enter.
Pausing in front of the marked door Simon titled his head to the side slightly as he debated with himself for a moment and weighed the pros and cons of entering active training area. On the one hand he could inadvertently stumble upon the R&D division testing some new type high caliber weaponry and take on the role of moving target. This had happened once before but fortunately the elemental had managed to evade the majority of projectiles which came his way by swiftly crafting a powerful gale to influence each missiles trajectory and lead them away from his person until one of the scientists had noticed his presence and ended the experiment. It had been an interesting few minutes to say the least.
Given the fact that the merc was currently unoccupied and searching for some means of distraction the above situation was regarded as a pro and instead of the usual con and considering that this was the worst case scenario there really was nothing to be lost by sating his curiosity and exploring the room beyond. So it was with this thought in mind that he casually proceeded through the marked entrance and into whatever space lay within.
Upon passing through the vault like doors which guarded the entrances to each of the training areas Zephyrs eyes adjusted to bright lights just in time to process the image of hazel haired figure with obsidian wings soar into the air along with another indistinct form he hadn’t quite been able to make out but who seemed strangely familiar.
Partially intrigued the elemental was tempted to follow the pair, however the thought was swiftly discarded. He was not meant to be a participant in this training session, he had merely entered to observe whatever was taking place and from the look of things it appeared as though he had stumbled upon a Kabal training session, ‘most fortunate indeed’ he noted silently as he strode over to a nearby computer terminal. Zephyr rarely spent his time in the labs these days and as such he knew very few of his other “teammates” personally. While he did have access to files detailing various members’ abilities there was only so much one could derive from a second hand source. Monitoring this session himself would likely grant his a greater insight into the participants’ mutations and over all skill.
Entering a low level access code into the terminal Zephyr deftly manipulated the controls and was soon raising up into the air as the section of floor he was stationed rose up and took the form of an rectangular pillar which joined seamlessly with the overhead walkway above. Strolling sedately down the walkway the elementals eyes swiftly identified his employer a short distance away and raised his eyebrows at the vampires presence. Simon knew that the immortal employed people who could easily over see a training session, even ones catering to mutants. The fact that the bloodsucker was here in person meant that he considered the participants below to have above average potential.
Making his way towards the Kabal leader at the same leisurely pace the merc watched as the man grasped a rather solid metallic sphere and propelled it towards the unfortunate mutants below. Although the merc had never seen his employer engage in any form of sports he was willing to believe that 400+ years gave someone considerable hand eye coordination and as he followed the orbs progress he observed the course in it’s entirety for the first time, it was a rather… elaborate design.
“An interesting design” he muttered by means of a greeting to his employer, “Who is participating? If you don’t mind me asking”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Slate had won a bet. Because he was a jerk. The clutter had been very unwise to make this bet. Unwise to make it with a cheating jerk face, yeah. However, the bet had been made, and the terms had been fulfilled: Slate had won. Therefore, the clutter should be graceful, and screw you. It was a freakin’ stubbed toe! That doesn’t count!
The bet had been simple: if Calley could go an entire hour without injuring himself, then Slate would relinquish control of their body and mind for the rest of the day. Failing that, Calley would do the same. Why the clutter had offered this bet, Slate understood, but somehow still... did not. Impulsive, unplanned, oddly-weighted bets were certainly nothing that he would indulge in offering.
Rematch!
Failing to demonstrate dignity, would you aim to at least smolder quietly?
Failing to go f—
—And that was about enough from the clutter, for the day. Slate ceased trying to reason with himself: he simply shoved the tangled chaos of voices to the back of their mind, and let them stew in their indignant box. It was hardly his fault that the bet had been offered. The stubbed toe, now... that was another matter. One could hardly blame Slate for Calley’s failings, however: temporarily wresting control of their body away from the clutter had not been banned in the initial terms of the bet, nor had using said control to injure Calley been addressed. Therefore, he had won.
The corners of Slate’s mouth were turned up, ever so slightly, as he turned a corner in the intricate labyrinth of Mondragon Labs. He himself would have been hopelessly lost in the place; fortunately, Calley and his clutter had nearly mapped this place during their erratic wanderings. He was near the training rooms.
...And that teenager, who had just walked into that room, was Zephyr. Slate hmmed as he paged through the scattered files of Calley’s memories. Zephyr. Yes. They had met, once, quite some time ago. On the day the Kabal was formed. At the time, the clutter had been quite interested in talking to him, by virtue that they were the same age. The opportunity had yet to arise, however. Interesting.
Oh no you—
Slate squished the clutter back down. He stopped in front of the door that Zephyr had entered through, and after a moment more of thought, opened it. He was not doing this because it would annoy the clutter to no end if he did something that they had wanted to. He was doing this... simply because he wanted to.
The sight inside was quite disorganized, for his tastes. An obstacle course. Two girls—Kitra, the one who had inadvertently contributed to their discovery by Abyss as a spy, and another that he did not recognize. Zephyr was on a platform that was quickly rising to join a walkway. Antonescu was here, as well. Quite interesting.
Slate raised a hand of greeting to his employer, and trusting to the man’s superb senses to catch his words even over this distance, asked quite simply: “May I join you, Sir? This intrigues me.” It would be quite obvious to the man that it was not Calley standing below him.
Kitra winked at Tris, "I'm glad you enjoyed the ride. And no worries, I'll be fine in a minute or two."
Her mind suddenly screamed at her to duck, pure instict kicked in and she dropped. Kitra heard a slight wizzing noise and a second later, a ball, much like the ones being shot out of the walls, hit the wall right where her head had been.... 'What the?!' She gulped and looked upwards...and there was Hunter....and someone else. A Kabal member for sure, Calley was there as well. She grinned and looked at the course...her eyes narrowed. She was trying to spot weakness' in the machinery for the shooting balls. She hoped Tris would have better luck then she would. Using her explosive power, Tris could blow up the balls and possible the machines as well. While Tris concentrated on that, she would attempt to figure out what they would come against next.....
Hunter saw Kitra dodge the ball, but only just, before turning to Zephyr. “This is a teamwork exercise for Tris, who you’ve already met, and Kitra. Kitra’s ability is to bring things she draws into being, such as the wings she used to cross the wall.” Having Zephyr here would allow him greater flexibility in making the challenge more difficult for the girls, so he was appreciative of the elemental’s company.
Down below his acute hearing picked up Calley’s voice, but it was Slate’s words. Taking a moment to look at the boy he tapped a button on a console up on the walkway and a pillar similar to the ones he and Zephyr had used rose up from under Slate’s feet.
“This is Calley,” Hunter said, introducing the boy, “He can shift to a tiger, but that’s not why I have hired him. He can blend seamlessly with a crowd and a good ear for information.” Slate better understand that it was the same rules as with the X-men and Order, tiger shifting only. The rest would remain hidden.
Kitra winked at Tris, "I'm glad you enjoyed the ride. And no worries, I'll be fine in a minute or two."
Kit didn't answer her question, but Tris didn't mind- she'd already decided that there were simply too many balls moving too fast for her to try and have any hope of freezing them all without fainting dead away, and that wasn't really the objective here.
.....okay- so exploding power it was then.
Kit suddenly jumped to the side as a ball hurtled at where she would be, and Tris jumped herself- alittle startled.
"Gees- you okay?" she asked apprehensively......apparently someone up above didn't really want them talking right now......so moving was the only option if they didn't want to get bombarded with hurtfully plastic orbs of pain. Tris scanned the area again, looking for any sign of machinery with which to tamper to stop the balls darting across the place at whirling speeds.......Damn- she couldn't see any.
She blasted afew areas of wall to no immediate effect.....grrrrr- didn't work.
She spoke to Kit; "Okay, we're gonna go across now, keep close to me and tell me if you see any signs of some machinery to blast to stop this nonsense......but until then.......we do this the old fashioned way and run."
Tris glared at the rushing balls- she could probably get most of em, but they were simply too fast for her to be completely accurate all the time- a greater risk to her and Kit.......but there was another way......brute force did have its advantages.
And with that she called apon her exploding power, concentrated and threw her hands and power out, blowing up the air and anything in it afew meters ahead and to either side of them, cutting a cut path inwhich she stepped, keeping the projectiles clear of her and hoping Kit was following close.
.....cause slowly, but non painfully- which was a good goal- they were making it across the room.
Slate stood impassively as his platform rose to join with the walkway. It was rather flashy for his tastes. One would think that Antonescu did not believe in energy conservation. Or stairs. He stood impassively through his own introduction, as well.
"Hmm," he said afterwards, with a rather noncommittal look at his employer. "Blending in grows harder," he stated monotonously, "with each individual you so... thoroughly introduce me to." He turned to Zephyr with the slightest of nods. "A pleasure to have my role revealed to you, yet again." Antonescu may have forgotten that his little spy boy and the teenage mercenary had already met, at the beginning of all this. Somehow, Slate would be disappointed if the mercenary had, as well. There was an air about him that Slate rather liked. It felt as if he knew when to speak, and when to hold his silence.
As the two participants of the “teamwork” exercise below were identified the mercenary arched a single eyebrow in mild interest. The last time he had seen Ms. Evans the girl was being rushed to the infirmary to recuperate after her foolish joy ride and the ill advised confrontation which had followed. In truth Zephyr was somewhat surprised that she was already walking again, for although he had not actually put forth any great amount of effort to try and harm the little thief he had thought that at the very least he had cracked a rib or two… ‘I suppose it would not be that abnormal for there to be at least one mutant among the medical staff’
It was an interesting thought, one that the elemental would have to pursue at a later point in time for there was another individual who required analysis; the girl named Kitra. Casting his cobalt gaze away from one crimson annoyance to its scarlet haired companion Zephyr swiftly determined that the girl was a novice to combat; she was clothed in a set of loose apparel which only seemed to serve no purpose other than hiding her figure. If she was ever to face an opponent who was even slightly inclined to fight dirty such clothes would serve as an extra handhold or grapple point, however should the girl turn out to be a long range combatant like himself such an oversight could perhaps be dismissed. The hair was a completely different story though, reaching easily past the redheads wait and down to her knees it shouted its owner’s vanity to the entire world. Idly the elemental wondered how the girl had so far managed to avoid being strangled by her excessive mane before a movement on the corner of his eye caught his attention
Darting his azure eyes back to his employer Zephyr noted that the immortal was staring over at the entrance to training complex. Swiftly following the vampires gaze the elemental caught site of boy, whose age appeared to be similar to his own, looking intently up at them with a hand raised in greeting and obviously asking permission to ascend to the walkway. Strangely enough, after a moments hesitation on Hunters part, permission was granted and a column steadily began to rise underneath the boy
Simon followed the boys progress with curios eyes, trying to recall some previous image of the young man in an effort to conjure the name associated with this visage. The mercenary had no recollection of anyone near to his own age being in the vampires employ, well no one who was male at any rate. Normally Zephyr shunned those whom others would consider his natural peers. The reason for this was that teenagers, especially those around college level tended to be self centered, arrogant, egotistical and generally immature. Simon of course recognized that this was not true of all individuals; however those he had met who did not fulfill the criteria above were, if possible, even more aggravating. They constantly asked questions, wanting to know exactly who you were and where you came from, something the merc had no intention of divulging to his employer much less random strangers.
When the boy at last came into an acceptable proximity he was introduced by Hunter in so many words which intrinsically equated to the position of spy something inside the mercenary’s mind shifted gears, extracting an almost obsolete memory of when the Kabal had first been formed. There had been a young brown haired individual there as well, if only briefly. However the image in his memory did not quite match with the persona being projected by the young man in front of him. The Calley from Zephyr’s recollections had emanated an air of child like innocence which the merc had initially considered a plus given the boys supposed area of expertise. The figure standing before him now though radiated no such air, he was too mature and his eyes possessed a level of focus Simon would have described as unnatural for anyone other than himself.
There was something wrong here.
Despite his inner misgivings though Zephyr maintained his normal pleasant mask and inclined his owned head in recognition of Calley’s polite greeting. “It has been sometime since we were last acquainted with each other, you seem somewhat different than I recall-”
Anything else Simon had been about to say was suddenly drowned out by the thunderous boom echoing directly below them and continuously repeating itself. It took the elemental very little effort to deduce the cause of this abrupt disturbance for there was only one individual he knew who gifted with ability of combustion. Giving an inaudible sigh Zephyr gazed over the edge of the raised walkway and observed the two girls below steadily progressing through the field of projectiles, not willing to put up with Trista’s disturbance more than necessary the elemental deftly constructed a thin shell of nothingness around himself and extended it to include his two associates. Glancing dryly at his vampiric employer the merc adopted a deadpan tone of voice as he commented, “I see Ms. Evans has yet to acquire a sense of subtlety”