The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by kairutai on Apr 30, 2008 19:06:10 GMT -6
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Max wiped the smear of blood from his upper lip, and tried to get the taste of his own blood out of his mouth. He took a deep breath through his nose, to get rid of any other loose drops of blood, but found it similar to sniffing up a liquid. Words shouted out at him to run, and that he had 'exposed the both of them'. Maximillian took this as a confession. He felt dizzy, and the mass of people, mostly the men, and a group of the workers, were advancing on them. They did seem to enjoy their own shouting. Perhaps they felt like they could better the government at keeping mutants away. Still, this thinking slowed down the boy, so he abandanded them for a staggled running, due to his weaker, and physically tired state. As he exited the building, bells ringing ironically welcomingly behind him, he caught a glimpse of Ethan darting down the street. He quickly followed, or tried to, and was actually surprised with the distance he was covering. His head felt like exploding, and splotches of white covered parts of his vision as a migraine started in with increased strength. It took him a while after turning to corner, to notice the cops nearby, and after pausing to wait for Ethan to do some seemingly gravity-defying kick in the air. Perhaps that was The other kid's ability. Could he hover? Float, rather.
Still, Fox hurried on. Instinctively getting off the road, and onto the sidewalk by a large, bricken building with a sign that said, "Carry's Groceries". He ran his fingertips against it while he ran, for a bit of balance, and turned his head behind him, to check Ethan's position. He knew Ethan he told him otherwise, but he stopped running for a few seconds, at least until the sound of more police cars echoed off the sides of the closely situated buildings, until the were on the same street as he, and the other mutant. Then he broke into another run, after colliding into the side of the building on take of, one hand on his right temple. Two cops blocked his way, and he as forced to send another wave of confusion, being far to exhausted and weak physically. Truthfully, Maximillian doubted his capacity to take on two fully grown police men with his fists. He watched as they stared ahead, dazed from the effects, and he jogged around them. His speed was slowed by the feeling of his skull being split into two halves, and more blood. He ran across the street, and into the shadows of an alley nearby. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay there for very long, but he needed to compose himself once more. The cool shade comforted him, and soothed his mental pain. How he wished for an advil at the moment
Posted by sunshine on Apr 30, 2008 20:01:24 GMT -6
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Ethan didn't stop until he reached the subway entrance, he hadn't planned on going back to his hide out but it seemed like there wasn't any choice. He didn't see Max around, he had intended to leave him behind if he couldn't keep up but his concious got the better of him. He let go of Lucy's leash and told her to go home, he knew that with those words she'd wait outside the hide-out, And off she went. He jumped up onto a trashcan and looked around. He saw a leg disappear into an alley but he assumed that it wasn't Max, he would have surly seen him. Ethan ducked a bit when he saw cops in the distance, he prepared to run down to the subway. Then he saw the cops heading towards the alley, Ethan shook his head it must have been Max. Ethan jumpped down and ran towards the cops as fast as he could. Luckily he was very fit from practicing Muay Tai, he got so fast that things seemed like a blur except for the cop, his target. About five feet from the cop Ethan jumped into the air, spun and planted his size 13 nike into the cops cheek. The cop went flying and Ethan landed nimbly on his feet. He then turned towards the second cop who attempted a few swings at him. Ethan then dropped down low so that his body was almost flat against the ground and then when the cop took another swing Ethan connected his foot with the mans elbow making it bend in the opposite direction. Ethan then jumped up to his feet and slammed his elbow into the cops cheek bone. The cop feel forward in pain.
Ethen took this chance to run into where max was and he kneeled down next to him. "Can you keep going?" He asked, but he didn't wait for an answer, he could tell that he was worn out. Ethan lifted him up and put him across his shoulders. Ethan ran too the end of the alley way where he had come from and saw three cops head intot he Alley. He couldn't fend them off with Max on his back so he turn and ran the opposite direction. He wasn't as fast with Max on his shoulders but he was fast enough to keep away from three middle-aged versions of New Yorks so called 'finest' He reached the other end of the alley and ran onto the sidewalk. People stopped and watched as the teenager ran out of an alley way with another teen on his back. He looked around and quickly found another subway sation and ran down the stairs. Without even thinking he jumpped down into the tunnel and started running as fast as he could down the tunnel until the station was no longer in site. He knelt down on the tracks catching his breath. They were almost to safety. He stood and walked mcuh more calmly down the tunnel for about 10 minutes until they came to a turn off of the tunnel covered in wooden boards. A small chocolatte lab sat infront of in. "Good girl," Ethan said as he walked over to the board he used at the entrance and pryed it off with a free hand. The three slipped into the entrance, Ethan walked over to where the over stuffed bed was on the floor and dropped Max onto it. The room was pitch black except for a blinking yellow light hanging from the ceiling. Ethan walked over to a table with a few candles and lit them. They lit the room rather well just because it was so dark before. Ethen then collapsed on to a chair next to the candles and sighed heavily. "So much for not coming back here for a while."
(Sorry from inaccuracies, I'm basing what I know on these Stalkers from the Sentenials. I'm sure theres something wrong about this. If there IS something wrong, its good its only a dream, so he could have been subconsciously exaggerating!)
Maximillian glanced up as a group of cops ran into the alleyway. He took a breath as one of them carried a razor-like stungun. He guessed that this was the end. He would most definitely be thrown into one of the camps that they were rounding mutants into, to keep them from causing any trouble. He compared his situation to Anne Frank's predictiment. Why did she seem unterrified of being put in an internment camp? She died in it, and this did nothing to help his confidence. He awaited the sting of the voltage from the stungun, and the oddly comforting feeling of unconsciousness that would follow. He wasn't, however, eager for the imprisonment that would follow. He let his body rest, alert fall. He waited for a few seconds, but heard nothing but their running stop. Then a groan, and a grunt. His eyes opened to see the cops being torn apart, of course not literally, by Ethan. Hadn't the other mutant ran away? It would appear not, as Ethan quickly dispposed of the two cops, and approached Fox himself. "I wasn't expect-" He began to speak, but was caught off guard by the other mutant's actions of picking up Max and slinging him over his shoulders. The streets blurred out of his vision, and he had trouble keeping up with the turns they were making. He did hope that Ethan wouldn't have problems when it came to a tight grip. Head spinning, he closed his eyes. The siren still roared monotonously in a forever pattern, and people shouted, and cops ran. He wondered what would become of his parents. This would most definitely not help them, having a rogue mutant as a son. His thoughts drifted over the the laws he probably broke. Battery for attacking the people, even if not physically. Was there a law against running away from the authorities? His intellegence betrayed him with ignorance. The bouncing rythym of Ethan's running, and his own exhausted state helped Maximillian reach unconsciousness.
A large, splintered tree trunk fell from the sky, as Max and another ran. The other person was a girl, possibly of age range of nine to ten. Central Park surrounded them, and the edge was just in view. Max's hand surrounded the girls's, mostly to hurry her smaller paces along. Her eyes were wet and wide with fear, and she had obviously been crying during her running. There was no reason to be ashamed of this anyhow, as anyone would be fearful of a large, mechanical robot issued with taking you to an internment camp. Max doubted that the robot hot on their heels would care much to let them go with their life, if he couldn't succeed at capturing them. The pair of children ran from the Park, and the robot followed, its LED-lit features casting a hauntful look on it, as they glowed horribly in the night sky. Not many people were out at the time, though the city was still populated, mostly teens, and underpaid business people. Those who did, were either extremely quite, as they knew what was going on, or screamed in terror as the robot emerged. Max led them down an alleyway, but the robot was locked onto their location, and followed just as swiftly as they had changed course. They gained space between their persuer, and themselves. Max pulled the two of them near a construction site. Here, they paused, and he checked her status. Her words were jumbled, and he was unable to understand them. He tried comforting her. "Ella, listen, it'll be okay. We've been fine before. This isn't the first time this thing has chased us." Ella tried catching her breath, which had escaped her from hyperventilation and running. He looked at her, deep in thought. "Run left when its safe. I'll go right." She looked at him with concern. "I'll be fine. We'll meet up at the alley of East 63rd street, mkay?" He asked, and she nodded. He gave her a nod in return, and ran to his right, the robot finally having found them. He gave a shout revealing his position, and its neck swiveled to stare upon him. He ran, knowing his abilities would have no use over him, and looked back, to check to see if Ella had left yet. He sighed, as the wisp of smoke drifted into the air, and shot eastward. The robot stopped walking towards him, and changed its direction to follow the wisp of smoke. Max shook his head in disbelief. How could it have known? Could it sense it? Still, Maximillian doubted wether she had a chance. It wouldn't be until the next day that he returned to the alley, to find a hand sized puddle of blood, and no Ella to be seen.
Max shot up from the bed, the dream having ended, and his body being covered in a cold sweat. "Ella!" He shouted without realizing it fully until he woke up. He looked around. Where was he? Ethan was nearby, seeing as the room wasn't extremely large, he had to be somewhat nearby. Fox gave a groan, and fell back to the small cot, which was uncomfortably damp, and warm. He let a groan and shook his head. Why was he constantly causing people trouble, first the innocent girl, then secondly Ethan. He didn't doubt his ability to defend himself, as Ethan had shown it, but he wouldn't have needed be, if Maximillian hadn't abandoned all sense of poise and rationality.
Ethan had been sitting up, making sure that Max was alright. He was also whatching the tunnels through a mall slight he had put in the wall of boards. Someone must have reported seeing the kids run into the tunnels because the police were now patroling the tunnels, every now and again he'd see a flashlight come over the boards but as soon as it came across the sign that read WARNING!!!! EXTREME DANGER AHEAD!!!! the flashlight would continue to move down the main subway line. After a while Ethan stopped worrying and began to wander around his paradise. He walked into the cut open subway car.
[[K heres the inspiration of Ethans hangout, start watching at 5:37 >>>>Ethans Paradise<<<< also where i got the idea for a martial artist pick pocket lol]]
Ethan had a few cases of Monster energy Drinks sitting on one of the benches. He was exausted from all the running and fighting. Grabbing two Ethan walked out of the car and into the main part of his hideout. He opened one of the cans and chugged it down quickly. He flopped onto a couch and laid his head back closing his eyes. Then Max screamed out something at the top of his lungs, Ethan quickly jumped up and tossed the can at Max, "Dude shut up!" He whispered loudly. "They're searching the tunnels." He ran towards the board wall that seperated them from the main tunnels. He opened the slit and looked outside for a few moments. He didn't see anything so he slid a board back over the slit and walked back towards the bed, grabbing a towel from a clothes line as he walked past. "Sorry for throwing that at you." Ethan apologized motioning at the can, "I'm still a bit jumpy from before." He handed Max a towel to wipe off the sweet that drenched him. Ethan sat in a chair near the bed. "Who's Ella?" He asked opening the second can.
"Its fine. Ugh. I feel like...crap." Fox said, choosing the more appropriate word over another. He propped himself into a sitting position with his elbows. "Where exactly are we? Somewhere underground? A sort of tunnel or cellar connected to tunnels?" He asked before seeing the part-of train. "Nevermind." He said, standing up with little difficulty. "Its not like I chose to scream her name out loud, and don't laugh at that, I was kinda asleep." He said, adding the little warning in case of any immaturity in the older boy. He would have laughed at himself for saying it if it hadn't been he who had said it. He walked over to one of the candles, and watched its flame burn, barely moving as the air below the ground was still and damp. Maximillian's breathing was deeper, as it was with any large amounts of humidity. Across the room, he watched Ethan move about, alert, while Max was more relaxed than ever in the last two weeks. How thrilling, meeting another mutant after so long. He let out a large, but silent, yawn. He was sure his head was feeling better, if not competely fine. He felt dizzy, and a bit disoriented, but he was able to keep standing well enough. "So Ethan, what is your reason for being hunted down? What makes you a mutant?" He had seen the amazing show of fighting skills moments before. Perhaps that was it. He was able to stay in the air long enough to perform these moves. That had to be it. Otherwise, he would have shown what his genetic gift was, especially when the heat from the police grew.
"How long will we be down here?" He said, growing more anxious and excitable than before. "You could have kept running and escaped just as easily, definitely better than without me, not that I'm not thankful. Why did you come back? You don't even know me." He said. It would have been difficult for him to help another, especially since the last time he tried, it had ended up with the disappearance, and possible death, of Ella. He knew his dream was incorrect. There was no stalker. No consctruction site, no running from anything close to a crazy killer robot. They were only running from the police, like before, and she hadn't met up with him like she was supposed to. "Ella was another mutant. Around age eight. Could turn into a mist, or smoke for short periods of time. We were traveling together. Trying to escape persecution. She was caught, or killed. Both, probably. I couldn't help her." He said, stomache growing stiff with the conversation. It wasn't his favourite of subjects, and almost instinctively, he let his right hand drift down to the wrist of his left. There, a red rope was circled around, wrapped probably two or three times to make sure it wouldn't fall off. A small silver 'E' hung from the rope simply. It was obviously hers, and he kept it from guilt. "So yeah. That's Ella in a nutshell." He quoted one of his more eccentric teacher's favourite phrases.
Max moved a bit linear of the train's entrance. He was interested in what skeletons the other mutant was hiding in the domain. Perhaps he was more shady then his kind demeanor let off. Perhaps he was a followor or supporter of extremeists that the X-men had worked on calming and subduing. He wondered if the rise in the actions of these radicals had been sparked by the pillaging of the school that had homed the X-men. He had taken everything there for granted, especially the food that always just seemed to restock itself. He never really thought about how it got there. Who bought the money, and what they had to do to get it. Never again. He wasn't taking it for granted again. At least, Maximillian would have loved to have been able to say think this, and to have felt so noble. However, he knew that once this was all over, he would probably just live the same life as before. Same routine. Same life
He changed his mood by nodding at Ethan, and then saying, just in case he hadn't seen the nod, "I'll be fine. A bit of sleep always helps. Yeah." He said, nodding once more, as he seemed to agree with himself. "Most of by dizziness has subsided. Its all gone. Mostly." He said, shrugging. He could probably hold his own, as long as he didn't use his abilites too often, other than emanating invisible aura that seemed to radiate from him. "Few days..." He contemplated what Ethan said. "So that means your just extremely amazing at fighting? That was like defying the laws of physics, though!" He claimed, slightly jealous. He wasn't naturally gifted at physical actions, and was lucky his gifts he gained through his mutated 'X-Gene', as Ethan called it, was dealing with his willpower and mind, rather than a physical requirement. He had to say, however, that from running from officials so often, that he had been in better shape than before. "Where is our next destination?" Fox asked, as he picked up the clothing that was thrown to the bed. Quickly, he picked them up and changed. Walking up to the other, he shook his head, resetting the blonde hair that was messed up before. He felt anxious. He hated feeling so contained with such energy. From his early adolesence, he had always thought that living in a horror movie would be thrilling, trying to escape and all. Horrible, as they characters ended up dying, for the most part, but thrilling, nonetheless.
Posted by sunshine on May 15, 2008 20:02:48 GMT -6
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Ethan walked over to where Max was, his pack strapped to his back. "It's really complicated, you'll have to see it as soon as i've been out in the sun for a while." Sunshine chuckled to himself in his mind, it sounded like he got a super tan. He picked up the pack he had placed near Max and gave it to him personally. "I was trained in Muai Tai since a was a little boy, it's kind of normal to take martial arts when your a rich cali boy, i just took a really awesome one." He turned and walked towards the baracade, his whistled and Lucy hopped up and followed him. "Our next destination is one of my safe houses, one of my original hideouts. We have to be really non-chilante till we get there, the cops know our faces now and if theres one thing i know it's keeping out of sight." He pulled a heavy jacked off the wall and tossed it towards Max, "Once we're there i have a number to a mutant haven, somewhere we can stay until all this blows over."
Max took the bag from Ethan, with a mental 'thank you', though the older Male would never know of it, it made Maximillian feel more mentally and morally sound. "Okay." Max said in a simple way, a reply to Ethan's talking about his own mutation. What did he do? Explode into flames? Shoot fire? Glow? The last idea made Max give a little laugh out loud, which he immediately tried to cover up with a small cough. "I see. I've never really gone out of state before I came to New York. I used to live in Oregon." He explained, walking near the little hide-outs entrance. "Safe house. Just the name sounds reassuring." He added, which it did indeed.
"Yeah. Sorry about the crazy fit..." Fox added, sheepishly. He should have been able to keep his calm. Exploding like that was not good. For any of them. It affected Max in an unpositive way, and know they were being hunted for whatever reason. "How many hideouts do have? Where is it? How far from here, I mean. What is this haven? Where is it?" Questions shot out of the younger mutants mouth, as he thought them up, which didn't take long. His mind seemed to suddenly start racing, as if he had no control over it at all. The dog, which Max had just noticed, first startled him, but he got used to it. He was thankful that it was not a cat. He hated them, and they seemed to hate him back. He was once attacked by several of them when staying in an alley, when asleep. He still had scars placed in a frenzy along his upper body.
Ethan chuckled, "Trust me, traveling isn't for everyone. I had planned on staying in california but just one day i desided that it was time for a change in scenery and my mom wouldn't allow it so i went runaway style." He heard Max apologize for the insident back at he diner, "Man don't dwell on the past it leads nowhere, it's rough times for people like us but you need to learn to trust people more." Ethan then reached the door bending over to clip a leash onto Lucies collar. He then hit a power breaker that killed the lights in the hideout. As he reached out and pulled back a section of the blockade for them to pass through Max burst with a barage of questions. Ethans hand shot up and covered Max's mouth before he could say more, he then peeked out into the tunnel and thankfully saw no lights indicating police. "I have three. About twenty blocks over. About twenty minutes if you follow me and don't get lost in the subway. It's some sort of mutant resistance. And i have absolutly no idea." Ethan fired of the answers as quickly as Max had dished them out but much more quietly. "Now just follow me ok and try to stay quiet till we get to a safe spot i'll let you know when, if you see flash lights duck down and against a wall. We're going to take a right out of here then follow this till we come to a fork and take a left and follow that till we come to a subway station, from there it's just a hop skip and a jump." Ethan then turned and without another word walked out of the hideout and into the dark tunnel.
Max didn't say another word, mostly because he had someone else's hand unwantingly touching his face. Afterall, who would want someone that had a place to live in a subway to touch your mouth? He could have just told him to be quiet.....again. He listened intently to his answers. Now that he was more calm, the aura around himself, that was invisiible of course, wasn't causing confusion of disorientation. Now, it was helping him focus, and he doubted that without it, his memory would have failed him in remembering everything that Ethan had said. Instead of saying 'Yes,' or 'Okay,' Fox nodded at him to show he understood both the answers he was giving to his questions, and the directions Ethan had given him as well.
The makeshift door of Ethans was easily moved out of place, it seemed. He expected it to make a bit more noise, after moving all of it. Max held that bag against him which was uncomfortable, but this way it wouldn't make any sounds whilst it rubbed against his leg, because it would not. What a story to tell. 'What did I do over the summer? Oh nothing! I only walked with another guy in some subway, towards a mutant-friendly safe house of his, along with his dog! That was only after I made a scene aboveground, in which the police chased us around, and we somehow managed to escape the numerous older men!' Yup. That'll be exactly what I say. Max gave a mental nod at the decision. He doubted that anyone would ask him what he did over the summer. It was definitely not a normal question for a mutant. The usual were 'What are you doing here?!' or sometimes 'Quick! Call the police!'. He'd never pesonally heard the first one, but he was sure someone would have asked that stupid question. He followed closely behing the other mutant, until he recognized the directions they were taking. So far, they had safely gotten to the fork in the pathway.
Posted by sunshine on Jun 10, 2008 15:01:11 GMT -6
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Ethan walked through the dark, it was something he wasn't really used to given his abilities. He tried a couple of times to light up just his hand or finger to give them a bit of a light to go by but it wasn't working so well. He'd get a faint glow out of his index finger but it was about as effective as using the glow from a cell phone. He instead gave up on the idea and continued to walk through the dark tunnel testing every step before taking it. They passed the fork in the tunnel and luckily they didn't run into any cops, they went through the tunnel for a while till in the distance you could see a bright opening where the subway station was. Ethan walked up and sat on an empty bench, a few of the people on the platform looked at him oddly, obviously not used to children walking out of subway. Lucy trotted over to where he sat and Ethan hooked a leash onto her collar, he didn't want to get yelled at for not obeyingleash laws and then get caught that way. He waited for Max to come out of the tunnel and then explain to him what was happening yet.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 10, 2008 17:19:21 GMT -6
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Fox was unable to see Ethan's glowing hands and other parts, having been completely blind in the subway, and having been far back and looking down the whole time. Finally he saw the exit ahead. His heart was pounding as they traversed every inch of the unfamiliar subway paths. It seemed irrealistic that they were under the earth. He thought that it would at least be a bit warmer. Still, he trudged on. Also surprisingly, they ran into no authority figures during their little journey, which was unbelievably short. When he came out of the tunnel he looked in the wrong direction at first, and his heart gave a leap at the missing Ethan and the group of people. Had he led him into a trap? Ethan had shown absolutely no signs of being a mutant. He could have easily been part of an organization to capture mutants and deport them or something. His heart sank to a comfortable measure when he turned and saw Ethan sitting on a bench. A bench! Not running, people screaming and yellign. Then again, Fox wasn't there to destroy their chances of blending in yet either.
"Are you sure you want to stay out in the open light like this?" He asked Ethan through clenched teeth. He truely owed Eathan a huge favour for helping him at all, but he was uncomfortable in the open. He noticed a little kid nearby giving him a strange look and Max noticed that they must have looked extremely odd coming out of the subway like that then saying that it might not be best for them to be outside in the light. "Afterall, vampires don't do well in the sun." He hissed, flicking his tongue at the young child. The mother gave Max a look of pure hatred for scaring her son, who was clinging to her desperately, and led him elsewhere. "Some Vampire Hunters might catch us." He said hoping Ethan would take the hint. Alot of people interested in them lost that interest. They were just another pair of people thinking that they were the undead. Still others were even more intrigued, much to Max's dissatisfaction.
Posted by sunshine on Jun 11, 2008 14:05:44 GMT -6
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[[Geo, i thought i was Sunshine lol]]
Ethan sat for a moment, Max was looking extremly uncomfortable in the crowd. Max was messing with a little kid, and using vampires for a code for their vigilante status. Ethan reached down and retied his converse sneakers. "Confusious say; 'Don't blend to your surroundings, act as you belong and your surroundings will blend to fit you'" He then sat back up then stood holding onto Lucy's leash. "Just stay calm, and leave little kids alone." He said gesturing towards the little boy, a train rolled into the station and the crowd that was on the platform got onto the train, interchanging with another crowd that was exiting the train as the crowd exited the train Ethan signaled for Max to follow him. Ethan had become adept to blending in now that he had lived in New York for a while. Ethan moved with the crowd he hoped that Max was doing the same and still keeping up with him.
Ethan headed down the street, he soaked in the sun which was always a great feeling. He was sure that his powers wouldn't reactivate for at least a day so he didn't have much to worry about. He kept glancing over his shoulder to see where Max was. He stopped and let the crowd pass till he was near Max then picked up pace with him. "It's that old boarded up building on the other side of the street three blocks down," He said.
Posted by kairutai on Jun 13, 2008 15:17:47 GMT -6
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Max glared at Ethan's 'wisdom'. He knew he was probably correct, but he found little difference in trying to blend into the surroundings and trying to act as if he belonged. Weren't they the same thing? By blending in, you were acting as if you belonged. However, by acting as if you belonged, you couldn't possibly blend into your surroundings for you are already blend in. He was quick to find the similarities of this confusion of Ethans's words he had made and the whole 'A square is a rectangle but a rectangle isn't a square' idea. Still, that made sense to him while Ethan's words were spinning in circles in his mind, causing him to aquire a headache. "I'm perfectly calm!" Maximillian nearly shouted. His mouth was forcibly pulled into a grin. On the otherhand, his eyes were wide, and darting in various ways in a matter of milliseconds. One might think that he had escaped an asylum.
Hesitantly, he followed Ethan into the crowd. Immediately, once surrounded by people on every side, his skin began to squirm as if roaches and worms and other insects were crawling under it. He did his best to ignore the thought. He hated all sorts of bugs....and cats. He laughed at the idea of a cat crawling under his skin. How silly. He snapped back to reality faster then a drawn rubber band (southern saying maybe? O.o) and noticed he had stopped walking midst his thoughts. A shove from behind from several hands sent himn forward again, into a faster pace, keeping up with Ethan's self a few feet away. As Ethan had moved back to him and told him which house was his, Max squinted his eyes looking for the building. It was only until he remember that Ethan had said three blocks down than Max let out a laugh at himself.
"Why do we not just go to this 'Resistance for Mutants' or whatever it is now?" Fox was obviously getting impatient, despite his futile attempts to sound otherwise. Unless it was a very far move, he saw no reason fit. And he was ready to lose his impatience if it meant getting to wherever they were going immediately.