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.
Sara stumbled across from the open field behind her. Seeking a short few seconds of sanctuary next to the tall brick work of half a building, that still stood. The feline had just left Kami and gotten her first rescue to the tanks with the resistance. She refused to stay put, and chose to go back into the war zone, Into the fire. (Like the Bay Watch theme song, or Standing outside the fire by Garth Brooks..)
Having halted at the side of the wall, slightly bent over, the feline ran a short check list through her head. She still had the first aid kit in that sack on her back. She also had only used two pepper bundles and one medical mask, stolen from the infirmary, to cover her nose, That still dangled loose around her neck. She still had a pair of scissors she was saving for medical emergencies, and that short weapon she’d made from the spade side of a broken shovel. Ok so she still had equipment, not that she really needed half of what she carried.
Something bothered her at the back of her mind, Something wasn’t feeling right. Hell, this hole thing wasn’t right. Her, the camps, and now this escape. So much blood shed that didn’t need to happen was. Some where in the distance she spotted another body hitting the ground. Turning away before she could see if this was guard or mutant. Forward was the way she had to go because she wasn’t going to let herself slow down. She couldn’t stop things and if she could, she didn’t know if she would. So Sara picked the pace back up, and continued around a corner.
At the moment, with the sensory over load of strong smells of blood, sweat, tears, and death, of sounds that made Sara’s head feel like splitting, there were few singly senses that drew Sara’s attention. A simple splash of water on her bare feet wasn’t one of them, but what closely followed certainly snapped her thoughts away from where she wanted to go, and back to where she was.
It was stupid. Not to look before one lept or even stepped. Sara knew that. She knew not to get distracted, and the shock was punishing her again. The electricity shot through her system, taking her by surprise because her first thought was that her cuff had reactivated. In the midst of pain, her teeth were grit tight, amber eyes rolled up to the back of her head so that only the whites showed before her sight refocused and she forcefully blinked to clear her head and the shock tried to bring the stuber feline down to the red muddy ground.
“you must have lived a pathetic life.” Sara responded. She looked up to catch sight of a glinting blade and that gun. Great… more drugs and needles… She mentally shook off a shiver.
The electrical flow stopped and Sara filled her longs with an even breath. Her stomach felt like it did a belly flop when the needle of the dart entered her fur, then her flesh. Needles… This shiver wasn’t held back and Sara’s left hand quickly snatched for the dart, and yanked it out with the specks of skin that had tried to heal over the metal.
“I doubt you’ve read my file then.” Or perhaps he had and considered being a lab rat a calm un eventful life even with her first escape. Yeah. Quiet life any cat lived.
The flash of the knife was enough to trigger her instincts. Her right hand shot up across the top of the guard’s wrist and she turned so that she could push the knife down, and safetly past her body, with a twist of her arm, she turned his wrist, in the same fast move.
For a few seconds her vision had gone fuzzy, thanks to the dart, her healing kicked in faster, because it was already working from the shock. “Check your expiration dates on those things.” Sara said tossing the used dart a side.
Jessica. Jessica was three bunks down from her and had disappeared weeks ago. Shya found her right before Shya had been murdered. This man was skum. As much of skum as Sara had been dealing with all her life. The kind that found it fun to burn black marks, that were numbers, into little girl’s backs. The kind that were the reason she couldn’t blend in with society like the other luck mutants.
Sara twisted the man around with his own arm. Pulling him so that his back was towards her and her other hand could circle his neck with the tip of her claws irritating the skin at the front of his neck. She could kill him. She was supposed to kill him because he was just that much of a monster. This man had gotten to those that she had gone back to save, before she could reach them. In the time it took her pathetic self to get one child to the tanks, he’d taken down six. Six people that wouldn’t see their families again, not that she really comprehended what it meant to miss such a group of people. Mutants here thought about family so it must have been dear.
The face of a fallen boy, with gills sticking out the sides of his neck, stared back at Sara. Distracting her with those big greed eyes that she knew weren’t really seeing her. Some where to the side of his head, was another mutant’s hand showing a tan line where a ring once sat and beyond that, a tiny pair of feet with bright purple painted toenails.
Distracted, she didn’t see the syringe in Scythes hand, when it came back and caught her in the neck. All at once there was a burning sensation, that over road the slash that had suddenly appeared across her midsection, or the other sting from the knife. The sensation on her neck, around the needle traveled up the side of her cheek, feeling like hot water washing over her throat and face. Inside and out, and all the world just felt blank.
It was like she was in the middle of the action, she was wanting to care, but care just didn’t make it fully to her thoughts. She knew of the danger but her concern was no closer than the clouds above that it felt she was floating on. The color red, that formed at her stomach and puddle at her feet, shifted back and forth to happier pastels and her head buzzed with it’s own music of distant drums as the battle she was apart of, was happening as a dance.
Then, as fast as everything had gotten so happy, Sara’s reality snapped back to her. All of her senses stung. The light buzz in her mind returned to it’s pounding with a beat that felt like it could knock her head back. The sting to her cuts invaded limbs and her stomack that she hadn’t realized had been injured, ant then the fish boys face. (Mmmmmm fish…. *Bad kitty*)
What ever time had passed, what ever distance Scythe had put between them was nothing when Sara practically exploded from her position, the syringe still protruding from the side of her neck. Sara jumped him, twisting in mid air so that her clawed feet landed on his stomach and dug into his abdomen with her full weight behind the blow.
There was an odd sinking feeling, as there was less resistance against Sara’s attack than she had calculated. At least her claws left a mark. Both satisfying, and disturbing because she found the sensation so satisfying.
Landing, he managed to slip away and the two of them rolled upon hitting the ground. As soon as Sara’s feet were back under her, she pushed off of the ground to make a tight circle around the guard. There was the movement of a gun, and the first few shots missed, making the brick work explode behind Sara’s head. The third found it’s mark, when Sara tried drawing closer, Sinking deep into her left shoulder. Causing a sharp cry of pain to come from the back of her throat.
She had to remind herself the pain would pass. She still had to finish what ever was going on.
She moved her arm across Scythe’s wrist, that held the gun, trying to knock the weapon out of his hand, while she aimed a snap kick for the same section she’d struck a moment ago. Once close, it would be hard to get rid of her.
Wasn’t hard for the, now, fully alert feline to avoid the useless flailing of Scythe’s feet. Blades or no blades in his toes. He had nothing on the blades in her toes. Though the grenade raised a alarm. Mutants and guards were still running close and then away on their ways back to the tanks, retreating.
No he wasn’t controlling this. He wasn’t controlling her. Yes she feared death, but it was only another change for herself. Her fear was actually for those who this monster hadn’t touched yet. Wasn’t like Sara had never been pronounced dead before.
Sara had followed his movement to the ground and pulled her fingers tight around Scythe’s fist on the explosive. She squeezed tight around his fingers letting her claws slide out in her hand. “Only after you.” Using the explosive with Scythe’s fingers caught in her grip, to brace her own fist, Sara moved to ram her fist across Scythe’s face. Her other hand moving to grab his neck for a better hold.
Oh that was interesting. The monster was willing to help her punch him. Her lips pulled tight against her teeth and her eyes squinted against the red mist that came up towards Sara’s face when he coughed. Making her nose wrinkle in disgust. His lips were moving again. More of that noice and jabber that was meant to hurt. That did hurt.
It was the gentlemen, and ladies, like him that made the human race despicable. Sara’s ears laid back against her head, as old mental wounds were reopened. Emotional scars that she’d had since her earliest memories. How dare he speak of chastity when he knew very well what the men were like in this place. That no wasn’t something they understood as long as they had the power to subdue, threaten, and beat a girl into submission. Had their been young men that suffered the same, in this place? Had fish boy’s chastity come back to torture him one last time? The mutant with the tan line around her left ring finger? The mutant that belonged to the purple toe nails?
***K Chastity! It wasn’t her who spread the diseases like a pelage. Not in this forsaken place and not in New York city. Not anywhere that held a more dangerous disease that that was called humanity. Was this what it meant to be only human? Sara smirked at her thought, having just listened to this man finish stating his filth to her ears. The fraise, ‘To only be human’, found new meaning in Sara’s thoughts. This breed of mankind was the disease. Perhaps not all of them were this ill, but this breed spread, no doubt. The imperfect that pelaged those who had become more than simple and usual by nature. They slowed progress, because of simple stupid issues as fear because fear was a good excuse. Fear infested the rest thanks to individuals like these. Men in uniforms.
Yes Sara wanted peace, but if she let this human walk, he’d try to kill her again, maybe even succeed, or worst. He’d find another child. Another mutant’s mother, brother, sister, daughter, son, or father. Because family was so important when someone was missed. Even if a daughter didn’t know weather she should love or hate her makers.
Dirt found it’s way right in Sara’s eyes and she pulled her head instinctively back. Trying to blink away the irritants in her eyes. At least she didn’t need sight for what was going to happen next. In fact lack of sight was probably best. So her eyes squeezed tight, trembling from the sting of someone else’s blood, at the corners, and she began her job. Peace and protection.
Sara’s thumb pressed down on Scythe’s windpipe and she let her claw slide into the side of his Adam’s Apple. This man liked pain, so Sara was granting him a parting gift. He said that the ladies of the camps needed to practice chastity. Was that supposed to imply that they liked the pain, shame, humiliation, and knowledge that they had been touched, beaten and forced by hands like his? To ask would verbally would only be asking for more mental torment. That and she had just made it quite hard for him to talk.
With her hand still tight over his and that grenade, she raised him onto his feet, by his windpipe. Subtly sensing the touch the little pink bubbles seep from the hole under her thumb, to form a sort of liquid foam around her claw. This was for fish boy, the owner of the hand that once held a wedding band, the one who’s last color they painted their toe nails was purple, and the other three Sara couldn’t bare to look at. Because even if you only see one part of someone, that part tells a story of a life. For Jessica, for shya, for everyone else who passed the foot of Sara’s bunk when she was avoiding being touched, physically or mentally, by curling up under that sheet.
Sara jumped straight up again, Curling her body so that her knees could be brought up to her chest and her clawed feet came even with Scythe’s collar bone. Her claws dug straight in as the natural hooks on her natural blades straight down his front, shredding his chest, stomach and down, including the inside of her upper legs. Her claws unhooked just before her feet hit the ground, and the feline landed with her arm still outstretched, supporting Scythe’s weight by the lump in his throat. Slowly, Sara rose, making the slayer of her kind, rise with her. Though his weight was fully supported by her hooked thumb and forefinger that still grasped his throat.
Her head shook sharply as her eyes teared enough that they were able to start cleaning themselves out. She blinked, squinting at her work. Sara’s nose wrinkled again. Looking right into the killer’s eyes. Sara’s wrist, that was supporting him flicked. The rest of her claws in that hand came out, in the same motion, to sever, and finish off the job her thumb had started.
Sara finally let Scythe’s pieces hit the mud.
I did it for the right cause. Sara repeated in her mind. Then thought of a few choice individuals, foolish as they were, that Sara had allowed herself to get attached to. Pleast don’t let them hate me, Don’t let me hate myself.
(I can’t resist. If someone wants me to delete this, because I know that Stalker bots are supposed to be really powerful, I will. I don’t want to, but I will. Just give me a chance to save it somewhere.)
It was said. It was done. Sara’s shoulders slumped as Scythe’s pieces fell to the ground, at her feet. What was left of the dirt he had flung in her eyes, made them water. Blinking hard she tried whipping the bloody mud away with the fur on the back of her arm. No use trying to use her hand, she’d only make things worst. Killing was a messy business, but it was over, so why did something still nag at the back of Sara’s mind? Why did something still feel out of place? Scythe was dead, not even a mutant could survive without a head. At least not one she knew.
The adrenalin, that had kept her from feeling the gun shot wound, was fading, So the pounding of her heart was no longer in her ears, and the bite of his last bullet reminded her she was still healing. Her lips pulled back and she sucked in air. Sara went to bring her right hand up to her shoulder, to the still open wound, only to have her movement halted by something she was holding onto.
Huhh?
Her eyes opened and looked down. Why had she held the monster’s hand while she killed him?
Her fingers loosened over his, causing the grenade to slip, and her memory came back. She bent down with a jump, and a yelp of pain, to grasp Scythe’s fingers again. Her fingers squeezed back over Scythe’s and she worked to free the explosive from his ‘cold dead fingers.’ Stupid, stupid, stupid. After a minute of working around his hands, she had the explosive in her own grip. A smile came to her face and she smiled, she got it away, She got the thing in her own hands and now she just had to hold onto it. The smile disappeared…. She had the thing in her own hands and now she had to hold onto it to keep it from blowing up.
What had she just done?
The thought, alone, made her fingers begin to ache. Her hands started to shake. Why did these things always seem to happen to her?
Frowning at her hand, with the grenade between her tight fingers, Sara realized that she couldn’t just carry the bomb through the entire escape. She could faint if she had to heal many more injuries. What if she fainted in the tanks with others still around her? Ok so new plan.
Where to chuck the thing?
The feline looked around her, heart racing and making her adrenalin rush back. As quickly as the pain had come, she was forgetting about the gun shot wound. It had stopped bleeding anyways and would soon close all of the way. Sara would just have to deal with another piece of metal that now lodged itself inside her. The bomb was more important.
So Sara was off running again. The grenade held so tight in her hand, that her knuckles stuck out. Seen even through the dense fur.
She reached the corner of the building, nearly running head first into a group of fleeing mutants, who were headed in the opposite direction. Her feet skid in the muddy ground. “S’cuse me pardon me.” She chanted and an elder lady with gray wiry hair stopped to glared at her. “MOVE IT!” Sara yelled at her and the woman's companions who toppled over each other when Sara waved the grenade in the old ladies face. The glare had instantly disappeared and now the group was headed for the exit with new found speed.
Sara turned and began running the other way again. Deeper into the camps as others were flowing in to opposite direction. Where things would be safe. Lucky them.
Sara was half way across the camps, when the movement of light and a flicker of shapes shifted straight in front of her. Like looking through a ghost or water, only ghosts and water didn’t leave foot prints in red muddy ground. Sara’s feet dug backwards into the wet dirt, and she leaned back, skidding across the ground when something long thin and sharp pierced the dirt right in front of her toes.
Stalker!
Why me?
Sara back peddled as the things cloaking device flickered. It raised it’s tail repeatedly trying to pin Sara to the ground, literally, and she scrambled, slipping across the dirt and sliding as the tail came back down. Making it look like the ground was just exploding on it’s own right in front of Sara’s feet.
Oh that was not good. Not good, not good, not good.
Sara managed to roll away, ducking under a stationary army style truck, just as the robot’s weight came down on the hood above her. Forcing the car to buck on it’s shocks, and also causing the bottom of the chassy to bounce off the top of Sara’s head. Ouch! At least the shocks on the car held.
She ducked out, exiting from under the car’s rear bumper, and spun around to get her first full view of the stalker bot. Miraculously that grenade was still clutched in her hand. to let it explode would be very painful..
Sparks shot out the side of a limp, hanging arm. Some lucky (Or unlucky) mutant had managed to take away half of the robot’s body armor around it’s torso, and it looked like someone attempted to remove the things arm. Only one was working. It’s head followed Sara’s sideways movement like a snake aching to strike. It’s metal body arched over the cab of the truck, looking much more graceful and predatory than Sara did, with scratched black pain job over part of it’s head. Wait a minute, Sara did that back at Sanctuary. “I know you.”
The stalker hissed at a pitch that made Sara’s ears dart and pin back against her head and her tail actually fluff. Eyes widening. It was hard to tell if a stalker bot was capable of recognizing individuals at the camp, but with its AI it was quite possible this one was capable of recognizing Sara. If recognition was possible, this wasn’t happy let me come give you a hug, recognition. This was out right, I just lost my arm and my buddies are getting fried by your friends so come here and I can disembowel you, recognition.
Sara scrambled back, tripping on a mixture of her own feet and tail as she stumbled to turn around. Only to fall on her hands and push off of the slippery ground again as the stalker took chase. Yeah, she definitely didn’t look nearly as cool or as predatory as that robot did right now.
(Shamelessly Set to the Christmas song ‘Over the Rivers and Through the Woods.’) Over the mud holes, and through the buildings, the felines feet did fly The cat knew the way, but the bot did not say, that Sara could get away “Hey!”
Just a head, there was a steep drop that, if Sara’s memory served her right, lead to individual isolation chainbers. Would one of those slow down a stalker bot? Sara’s mind was racing and she really wasn’t sure.
Please let one be open, please let one be open, please let one be open.
It was hard to believe what Sara was thinking. She hated that place but the walls were cement and it was the only area in the camps, she thought might hold something like this robotic monster off. At least till help got there. Maybe she could use the grenade as a signal. Yeah. That would work. right?
She hit the hill, just as the stalker neared her. Close enough to her heals that the thing tried for another attack. It’s tail whipped over it’s head and the point missed Sara by a thickness of skin. It’s weight was thrown forward, more off balance thanks to the steep hill, that was more like a drop off. Catching her within the crook of it’s good arm and under it’s chin, and they tumbled to the ground. They hit the steep hill and together down, through the dirt. Rolling, and twisting as the robotic tail curved around and found a tender spot to strike, under Sara’s arm, and then another, scorpion like, strike that made a gash across her stomach.
The two smacked the bottom of the hill, skittering across the grass, and Sara had been jarred free. Inertia tossing her fifteen feet ahead of the robot. Sara shook her head sharply. She felt the familiar feeling of warm liquid dripping from a stinging ear, and she wondered when exactly that had happened. That could be pondered later though, because she looked back behind her, and the rotob had already stumbled sideways to it’s feet. Dizzy, and leaning to the right, Sara managed to stagger back up. One more corner and she would know.
Please let one be open.
She came around the sharp turn and her heart skipped a beat. There was one isolation chainber open. Who ever had freed those in isolation was her savior because they left one chainber open just for her. If she lived through this, perhaps she would send them flowers. Hell, she would send the entire resistance flowers. The entire, beautiful, resistance. But she had to live through this first.
Sara dashed into the tiny room, so fast that she ran right into the back wall. That hurt but not as nearly as bad as the stalker would, should it have gotten a hold of her, and if she moved any slower, it would have. The metal beast behind her crashed into the door frame. Hissing and screeching as it angled it’s body so that it’s working arm could stretch and try and grab the feline. HaHa! But Sara was just too far in for it to get a hold of her. Though she did have to press herself against the back of the wall. This must be what a mouse felt like in it’s hole when the cat was reaching in, but no matter, because Sara had the grenade and she was going to throw it and help would be on it’s way and…. The grenade…..
WHERE WAS THE GRENADE!
Franticly, Sara twisted her body back and forth padding her clothing, and searching the floor for the explosive. Meanwhile jerking this way and that as the door frame around the robot was crumbling and the walls were starting to shake because the stalker kept ramming it’s armored side against it, and in seconds it would have enough room to reach in and get Sara and she was going to be disemboweled because this thing recognized her and his buddies were getting fried and he had a grudge because some idiot decided to give cold hard machines supper AI and his other arm was nearly ripped off with a big gaping hole in the other side of his armor and-
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!
At first Sara thought she was dead. She dropped the grenade, it went off, and she had to be dead, because that’s what explosives did. They killed stuff.
Shaking she stared ahead of her. There was a wave of heat that entered the tiny room but the hot, white flames and smoke weren’t touching her. As a matter of fact they weren’t touching any part of her room. They had spit out of the side in the stalker’s armor. the side with the gaping hole.
The stalker jerked, still reaching for Sara, then fell in a heap at the door of the isolation chainber. Sara’s legs collapsed under her and she started shaking uncontrollable. She was alive. This thing was gone and something in the back of her mind thanked Scythe for the weapon no matter how disgusting he was. Her right wide eye twitched and a hysterical laugh shook her aching body. She had to heal. She was healing because she was alive and still herself, and things just worked out and she had to move, but first she had to heal and stop laughing.
Posted by rainewater on Jun 15, 2008 10:53:13 GMT -6
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Raina rounded the corner just in time to see Sara and the scene that had just unfolded. She narrowly avoided her brother and Flloyd and knew this time they might be following... they weren't going to let her run off a second time after nearly dying and a run-in with Rupe the first time.
She dropped to her knees overcome with relief at the sight of the woman- what was with her and this weird connection with Sara? She coudln't be sure. She gave a feeble noise before collasping a bit. She wasn't hurt she was just so tired and so glad that Sara was OK. She wanted to be sure her friend got out.
ooc: sorta short and rushed, trying to play catch up here... hope it works.
Sara grumbled to her self between the last few odd giggles. She needed to heal, and despite her healing ability kicking into over drive as her adrenaline pounded in her ears, that just didn’t feel fast enough. It’s amazing how impatient you get when you know you have such abilities and then your head is moving faster.
At this point the open sores were half way closed. Her head was dizzy but that was the adrenalin talking. It was eating up her bodies reserves, so as soon as she felt like not loosing her lunch, she needed to have one of those energy bars Doug had made sure to deliver. Shaky hands prepared the little bit of food using a thumb claw to open the package when another sent of blood came to her nose.
She blinked and peaked past the stalker that lied in her way. She stumbled out, having forgotten about the bit of food. “Raina-“ Sara was out of the little room right at Raina’s side. This wasn’t supposed to happen because people weren’t supposed to get hurt like that. With a hop, Sara was at Raina’s side and trying to help her up. The food was left somewhere on the ground behind her. “You’re not supposed to still be here.”
Posted by rainewater on Jun 17, 2008 20:43:10 GMT -6
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Raina hobbled back over to Sara. "Sorry. " she grumbled. "I just coudln't go out unless I knew you were safe. You took care of me when my mutation went bad... I've even seen you in my dreams I think"
she shook her head feeling delerious. "We have to get out of here. I think my brother and his friend are here with a motorcycle... do you knowof a safe place?"
ooc: im trying to stay on top so im gonna post something in the retreat and in the labs so I can finish up quickly but we can still finish here.
(That’s alright. I think I need to start at least one post in the retreat thread. I don’t know why I waited this long. I’ll follow your lead. but I will also be catching up because I have posts waiting in the wings for after the plot.)
Sara lifted her head scanning the area for this brother and friend. Mean while moving to support Raina. Yeah she’d sort of felt that connection. It wasn’t something that she could explain and she couldn’t begin to describe that dream she had months ago. “There was another in my dream. I think Ted and that pup he is.” Sara said more under her breath than out loud.
“The only safe place I know of is back at the tanks.” After that, Sara had no idea. Sara was from Michigan. She moves to New York and this happens. She didn’t know a single good place to be.
Suddenly, much more alert than she was a moment ago, since she now had Raina with her, Sara lead the way. Scanning for anything that could potentially be a problem for them again. “Raina, you shouldn’t come looking for me.” The words must have sounded so awkward but they were stressed with worry.
Posted by rainewater on Jun 18, 2008 23:22:12 GMT -6
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Raina shook her head. "I know." she laughed. "But I dont always tend to make smart decisions." she winked at Sara. "Couldnt leave you behind." as Sara moved to hold her up Raina slung an arm around her too hoping to support each other. "Come on, I think Flloyd and Naveed know a safe place."
Sara shook her head. “Next time don’t worry about me. Take care of your self.” Sara was resisting using that odd instinctual motherly but frustrated tone, with Raina. Something that just sort of came out every once in a while. Call it a cat thing. Instead she settled for letting her voice get a little stiff and Sighing. Raina was a good friend, and she didn’t want to see the girl hurt because of herself. What she saw already was entirely too bad enough.
“So who are these Ffloyd and Naveed. Your brother and friend?” All Sara knew were that they were new names.
Posted by rainewater on Jun 19, 2008 18:00:00 GMT -6
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"My brother and fiance." she said in one big breath like it was one whole word. "And no, I dont feel like explaining right now." she laughed. Raina having a brother here was interesting enough... but a Fiance? a little weird. "Flloyd was saying something about a lab close by. We can wait for them by the big gaping hole if you think you can manage that far. Don't worry, my brother's annoying but he's safe. "