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.
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Posted by kairutai on Jun 16, 2008 21:05:44 GMT -6
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(You get a thumbs up for the personal text, Downshift. I'll try to write more for you when we actually get going. My muse was severed for some reason. I'm having issues write more than a couple paragraphs at anything.)
Max continued to walk with Cold Steel. "Err. A place to stay? What do you mean?" He wondered if the alley was what he meant. Was he wanting the way back to an alley. "Oh, yes. I'll just call up my parents and they'll send a limo. Oh, poo, I forgot my EnV2 in our five story Victorian-Style home..." Max said, obviously soaked in sarcasm with a sprinkle of a spice called teasing. "The place I'm going to go isn't close to here at all. I had to take an hour train to get here, with the money I did have, and then I had to walk from the station to the alley, where I got her bracelet." He said, revealing more than he had previously to Cold Steel. He withdrew a small silver chain from his pocket. He jiggled it slightly to undo any self-formed knots, and then showed the small curly E that was the only decoration on the chain. It was obviously a females, but it was sentimental to Max.
It showed his weakness as a leader, and his inability to help protect others. "It belonged to a friend. She's gone now though. You know what? I like you. You're nice." Max said in a longing way, that let Sam know that she was truely dead, and not just out of state or the sort. His last comments, however, were most likely due to his intoxication. He put it back in his pocket. "How about you? Surely you have a home, looking at your age. What is it? Twenty? Twenty-one, maybe? You're.....old." He giggled wildly. Not getting an answer, Max turned around. Why had he seemed to slow down and look worried? However, Max might have been the one to speed up.
"Are you okay? Is it an injury?" He asked, worried, but not wanting to come off as caring so much about a stranger. Especially a stranger that was more of looking after him than he should have. He could probably look after himself. There was no reason for the younger mutant to be so concerned. He finally met back up with Cold Steel and said, "Come on, Mr. Mutie." He was unaware of the spying eye. Well, truely he was aware of it, but his current state stopped him from letting it bother him too much. A rhinocerous appearing down the street would have fit in more than a guy in a suit to him. He began singing, badly."An eyeball was staring at me. It made me want to dri-ink tea. An eyeball was staring at us, it wasn't even making a fuss..." His words to his horrible and improvised song fell quiet as he hummed the tune and smiled lightly. "The sky is so blue." Maximillian lied, as it was mostly covered in forlorning clouds, and had a grey tinge to it.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 16, 2008 22:32:24 GMT -6
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The sarcasm wasn’t appreciated, but in the situation he was just happy to have some one to talk to. But the uneasy feeling of being watched still lingered, something was going to happen very soon.
Still acting casual while walking down Steel commented on the bracelet and the comment that max said with it, “That’s a special bracelet, you should keep it close to you always.” Trying his best to comfort Max after finding out he lost someone special, “Who was she?” Steel waited for the reply.
After max replied Steel said “don’t have a home, at least one I can’t go back to, I would rather die than go back, not a life for me.” Still keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, Steel continued with the conversation, “Not to old only nineteen.” Now sure something was following him he wanted to get max away from him before something would happen. “I’m fine, just tired.” He replied to max as Max started to sing, bad. Regardless if Max was trying to hint at something Steel refused to look up because if he looked up something would happen.
Being a former hunter of humans and mutants alike, Steel had ways of find out who’s trailing him without moving his head. Steel moved his hands on his fore head making it look like a light, only to use his powers to create a small ice shard that he used like a mirror, blinded him. Using it first to look to the side he then used it to look to the sky. Steel was shocked at what he saw, it was an eye floating above them, maybe ten to twenty feet tops. Then using the same mirror he scoped behind them to see if what he thought was happening, they were being followed. One, no it looked to be two people following them, while keeping some distance. They knew what they were doing, Steel thought. Going from his past experience, it is always easier if you stalker your targets before you kill them. Thinking to him, one has to be a mutant, an eye doesn’t just float in mid air.
Thinking, trying to think of a solution, the problem is how many was there, running a few scenarios in his head, all came to the same conclusion, they would only get so far. He needed more information about the situation, one was a mutant but which one, and was the other, what was his power. There was no way to tell unless directly engaging them, which was a bad idea. One thing about Steel was he would never go into a fight unless there was some kind of strategy to it, it’s the only reason he is alive today. How many are there? He kept thinking. Scoping the area with the small ice shard he came to the conlusion there was only two. What to do know ditch the kid? No that wouldn’t be far to him they might use him to get Steel. The thing is it would actually work. Despite Max being drunk throughout the time they have been together, Steel really liked this kid, and he would be dammed if he would let anything happen to him.
Steel said under his breath “it’s about to get very cold, don’t be scared.” So only max could here it. Steel let loose and lowered the temperature a bit which started to create some fog/mist in a twenty foot radius around them, once they were covered and was sure that he couldn’t be seen he used his power and shot at the eye floating above them, hitting it head on, Steel figured it would be a perfect time to run. Not wanting to blind someone he only used a low amount of coldness on the shot. Knowing that the eye would only be stalled for a short time he grabbed max and ran, hopeing to lose the followers.
(( I was going to ask if you realized that the eyeball belonged the Downshift's socket, and was one of the two irreplacible eyes that a man could have. I'll do my best. ))
"The bracelet, itself, means nothing!" He laughed a small laugh whose credibility was challengible. "She, if you're refering to Ella-la-ala-al-la," Max said, finding the enjoyment of repeating that end of her name excitable, "Was young. Too young." Oh how the young mutant didn't think that he made Cold Steel think that she was a family member or his previous relationship partner. No, Ella was just another lucky girl from the mansion, who managed to flee with Max. "Why was it horrible?" Max asked, even though he'd not realized how unimportant the questions were compared the following events.
Max knew that Cold Steel wasn't as fine as he said. He was being quiet, and when he did talk, it never seemed to be about things that Max had thoguht could take that long to think, unless he was very slow. From his experienced with Sam, this wasn't the case. He was still completely clueless as to what was bothering him. His mind already trashed the idea of the insane idea of an eyeball floating above him. It had to be a hallucination, as eyeballs didn't float above heads. On normal days in New York, they dont. Oh how the young mutant has been out of the action far too long, and into taking the ignorant behaviour of intaking the strange beverages given to him by guys in beach shorts and a hawaiian-flower patterned shirt that wore smiles the size of billboards. Yes, he needed a reform.
His thoughts were sent spiraling when a voice, which he recognized a second later as Cold Steel's, told him that the temperature was going to drop. His camoflauged jeans he was wearing, not 'army' style; the 'style of pants that children from this generation usually wore' style, were now sticking to his legs, damp, as moisture formed around the two people, not to mention a few pedestrians that Maximillian couldn't help to feel a bit sorry for. However much Max was happy for his long jeans, his feelings were mirrored at his shirt. It was short, and that was to describe it in the least. The material that it was woven out of was anything but cloth. He found that cloth made him hot and sweaty in the sunny New York days. Therefore, he decided to wear something with a fine silk-like material. It was lighter, and was a great help to keep cool. It had a picture of an eagle with more than one pair of wings, eyes, and multple mouths on the upperleft section of the shirt, part of it off of it, as the shirt was made to look as if the pattern was dragged off so only a part of the bird appeared on the shirt. The rest of it was blue, simply. The suddenly dropping temperatures were from Cold Steel, obviously as he seemed to be the only one that was able to withstand it without even gasping at the speed of with the fog came in.
Fox's eyesight wasn't great, and the fog didn't help it, but he was sure he clearly saw Sam seem to throw something, though his vision must have failed because he saw both nothing come from his hand as well as the return of Flubbery the Eyeball. If it were a more casual encounter with Flubbery, Max would have to remember to refer some visene for his him. He was sure the eyeball would head to the store immediately and buy some. No, it won't, because its an eyeball! Max corrected himself, trying to fight from making a fool of himself. The drink's effects were nearly over, now just a buzz inside his head trying to distract him with pain while horribly regretful words came out of his mouth. He was about to ask what Cold Steel was doing, but before he knew it, he'd turned around, and was flying at Max himself.
His first reaction was running. When people start fighting eyeballs, after lowering the temperature drastically, then come running at you, you flee. However, when Max tried to squirm from his grasp, and couldn't get away, he looked up. Noticing that the older male wasn't attacking him or freezing his eyeballs, he stopped his moving about. It helped the friction of the running, the lack of restrain, that was for sure. They made much greater distance when Max was running with Steel. He wasn't close to running as fast, as the boy's legs were smaller, and less graceful, but he did his best, while forming words. "I-I'm a mutant too. What happened back there." They were simple words, with a simple meaning. He then realized how lame it sounded. He sounded like he'd much rather have said, "I'm a police operator, state your emergency," or something to that effect. His jaw was still cold, which caused the stuttering.
((Edit: Oh, yipes, just noticed it wasn't my turn. Sorry! >.<))
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 17, 2008 7:07:50 GMT -6
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**Don’t worry about it. Let’s just stick to this order.**
He was about to pull his eye back in when he noticed Big Perp doing something with his hand. Something that ended up with him holding a shiny piece of ice. And then he was doing something else. He wasn’t sure what, til he looked with his other eye.
“He’s cutting off our view.”
But it was no big deal, because he still had one eye close in. …Until something flew out of nowhere and hit it. Damn Big Perp was fast. He had time to blink, of course, but blinking doesn’t help that much when your eyelid is half a city block away from your eye.
He hissed. “Gah, that stings.” He couldn’t help it; he pulled his eye back in and rubbed it a little. “Whoopee, they’re onto us.”
“I was gonna tell you that.” Flag smiled, then noticed Downshift’s scowl and stopped.
They were running. Instinct had them running after without a word between them.
“Little Perp is still all over the place. He’s not gonna be coherent enough to put up a fight unless he has some kinda drunken master thing going on.”
Downshift flipped open a pocket as he ran. He was going for his disruptors and smoke bombs, but the motion apparently reminded Flag of some bad times, because he yelled up to Downshift, “I’m still totally in control here. Things are seeming a little…funnier than normal, but I’m not locked in so I’m still good.”
Downshift was already ahead. If there was one thing he was proud of about himself, it was his running. He yelled over his shoulder. “You know the drill. We got no backup on this one unless they get away now. And if they do, it’s probably cause we’re a pair of ice blocks.” Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of Flag with a big grin on his face. Little Perp’s influence? No time to question. “You take Little Perp.”
“Roger.”
That left him Big Perp. How do you take out a freezer? God, he was sounded to himself like a broken record. OK, focus. Here it was. He was gaining on them because of Big Perp’s limping and Little Perp’s flailing. Which meant that in a minute it would be time for them to turn around and stand their ground. And that would be when it would get dangerous.
They always say you do your best when you’re in your element. Downshift’s was the element of surprise. So he went with it. He threw his right arm forward, in front of the perps. Just something to break up their progress. He couldn’t see clearly still because of that damn ice mist, but he didn’t plan on leaving it there long enough to get frozen over.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 17, 2008 20:59:30 GMT -6
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Steel still running with Max in hand was no small feat; his limp in his leg still pained him as he was running. Trying to max close to him was a difficult task; the short legs Max had been no help. Running as fast as he could Steel was looking for a place to hide, and think of something. What to do, not up to his usual strength he wanted avoid the risk of a confrontation. “Come up with a way to slow or stop them” he thought. Steel hesitated for a second and thought this would be the best way, Steel let go of Max’s hand and said “He is after me”, Steel pushed Max to keep running and hoper he did but for now he had to focus at the matter at hand. Waiting was never something he liked to do, when ever a fight would come he was always the first to jump in an finish it before anyone would get hurt.
But a fight wasn’t on his mind now. He had some questions for his new suit stalker. Steel took several deep breaths to help ease the impatiance and fear he was feeling from this mysterious suit.
((Right. I was just after Cold Steel, and my obsession with patterns was randomly kicked ino place or something. I tried to give Flagman something to work with, without saying: Hey. Come Catch me!
Edit: Fixed. My mistake.)
Max, at first, stopped and waited to see what Cold Steel had stopped and had let go of him. Then, he felt the push on him, placed on his back, and he began running again. His legs were on fire, and so were his lungs. He felt as if he were running through a burning hell. However, he was still unsure whether they were after Maximillian as well. Could they possibly have heard that? As he ducked into an alley nearby to catch his breath and rest, he tried to remember the scene of where he was when Cold Steel was told the Max was a mutant. Was there an ear there? There was an advertisement on a billboard about how eating an ear of corn a day would help your arteries. Then again, that could have been celery. The point was, he remembered no ear. Then he was being hunted from association. Still panting, he peaked around the edge of the building. There was noone chasing him that he could see, but he still didn't feel safe, and his conscience was warning him. He rested for a few more minutes, leaning against the cool bricken building. It may have been a rough surface, but it wasn't vital to come out with ungrazed soft and smooth skin. He was not a model-woman for a lotion company.
He needed to do something. Sitting there awaiting being caught wasn't going to help him escape. Why were they after him anyways? Maybe somehow they knew about the collision of that small group of cars that might have had been his fault. It seemed unlikely, but he was there, and his power was used in a negative form. He wasn't proud of it, but he did get into a fight with Ella. Oh, yes, indeed, he yelled at a little girl that would come to have no future, no hopes or dreams realized and finished. If they had found out about that, it would be wrong to just capture them. There was some thing that police had to say, he'd heard it on television shows. They had to read something to them. Something about their rights. He'd been away from TV for too long, it seemed.
He tried to draw on his mutation for support. He was neither just afraid. His emotions were spinning in him, his rising male hormones driving them ruther. His mind raced, his heart thumped crazily. His head spun wildly, as did his stomache. And his concentration was on vacation. Then, suddenly, it was like a match being lit in a damp place, with high winds. He got his power up, but the generator that seemed to fuel it died. What they would do if they caught him made his eyes dart faster. He was only a child. A mutated child, however. That would have made all the difference. Why couldn't they just live peacefully? Why were they constantly in fear of being attacked or chased down by humans? And why was a mutant helping them? Shouldn't he be on the other side? He was unsure of the other man's status. Was he a mutant or wasn't he? Maximillian hoped not for his sake. What nerve he must have had to join such a horrible group of people! Now, Max was able to get his power steady. It didn't flicker off. It was still a bit powered down, but if he had his way, a burst of it would come out when needed.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 18, 2008 15:43:05 GMT -6
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**Well, more like Congress will rule it to be legal to exist as a mutant in another 3 weeks or so - I think CS pegged this one way at the beginning as being at basically the same time as the breakout.**
Downshift pulled his arm back as soon as he felt something heavy collide with it. It was cold, but not frozen-to-a-block-of-ice cold. Good.
“Freeze!” he yelled. It just popped out. Flag snickered loudly behind him. “Dammit, I mean stop! Don’t run. Let’s talk this thing out!”
That’s when Flagman decided to get chatty. “They’re splitting up. And holy crap, get me away from Little Prep. You need to shut him down; I’ll get Big Perp! But watch out; he’s… he’s changing! Shape-shifting…or becoming one with the Darkness?”
“Dammit, Flag. I don’t have time to have you sitting out on this one!” So, Flag was being…affected. Damn that was an uncomfortable feeling – relying on someone for information without knowing if they’re even all there anymore. Makes it awfully hard to figure which way to go when they’ve conveniently just decided to split up.
He pushed through the mist and slowed down, dismayed that he couldn’t see either Perp. Dammit, he needed Flag’s information, all there or not.
He pulled out his walkie-talkie. “We need to keep talking on this. Fine, I’ll take Little Perp. You track Big Perp. Over.”
“Copy,” said Flag. He could hear the real voice faintly behind him. Good. “Little Perp is around the edge of a building on the right. Over.”
“Copy that.” Okay, so that was settled. It was Little Perp who was all over the place, right? Maybe locking into Big Perp would clear his head. Anyway, time to snatch Little Perp, and do it quick.
He threw himself around the building and stopped dead in his tracks. There was Little Perp. He was just…standing there. Sleeping? It was…surreal. “You…” he started. What was he going to say again? He heard Flag pounding past him after Big Perp. He stared at the kid. He was here to Snatch. Snatch…who? Couldn’t be this kid. Or could it? Why was he so…whatever you call that. Collared? That wasn’t it. “Are you from before? I mean…who are you?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 19, 2008 11:58:53 GMT -6
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Hoping that Steel would give time for max to get away, he stood still ready to question or fight, whoever was stalking him. Steel was grateful he and max got some food because now he regained most of his powers. Steel took a deep breath and then exhaled, his breath formed to steam and then the steam slowly formed around him, his body armor of ice was back up. He was ready to do what needs to be done. Steel was never too particular taking life or going out of his way to hurt anyone. But it was a love hate relation ship, he loved how the adrenaline in his body would get moving, he loved to test his power and push him self mentally and physically. It’s the only reason he lasted so long when he worked for the T.A.T branch of the government. Steel waited anxiously wondering if it was he they were after or max.
Steel wanting to stall them as log as created a thick wall of ice behind him making them think that Max was on the other side of it, if they tried to go for the wall then Steel would know their motives for chasing them.
Steel heard footsteps, getting more and more pumped up Steel was ready, he started bouncing back in forth punching the air. He has down this on previous occasion when he doesn’t know what will happen next. He hated not knowing what was going to happen, almost as much is waiting.
Finally the figure approached, Steel smirked, and waited to see what happens next…
He stared. That is exactly what Maximillian did. He wasn't expecting that sort of bluntness. The man was the one with the magic figners and hands. That was the last thing he needed. A mutant after him. He might have been able to comepletely knock a normal human off track, but usually a mutant was harder. They seemed to be build more mentally strong, mind you not to confuse this with stable, and more able to withstand his mutation itself. This man, however, seemed caught up with forgetting what he was doing. This was indeed a much different effect then what had happened to Ethan not too long before. Nevertheless, he didn't care at the moment as of what it did, so long as it bought him time.
Not bargaining time. Never. He was not a Scooby-Doo character. He was not about to try to convince the man that he was just a normal boy in an alley. He backed up slowly, eyes wide. He knew that once he got far enough, it would only be a very small amount of time before he would have lost his sphere of influence over the authority figure. He would use this time for something more constructive, namely, running. His took one last step, before falling into a sprint. It would only last so long, seeing as Maximillian was completely out of shape, but the more distance he could place between himself and the man, the better. He met the end of the alleyway, and was thankful to an indescribable effect that there was another pathway to the left. This one, however led to a dead end. He couldn't risk going back...
There! He thought, as he headed over to a fire escape, climbing the steps, disappointed with their clang! as he took each one. Finally, he reached the top, and the heights regeristered. His body was having a disagreeance as to whether the man chasing him or the large amount of feet between him and the ground were the bigger threat. He was out of breath, and hurried to the middle of the roof.The flat apartment roof had no protective sides, but a large solar panel rested flesh with the cement. He took this as an opportunity to hide. Surely, the man was not very far away from him, with Max's slow and loud progression up the steps. He settled on the ground, laying on the side of the solar panel that was opposite of the fire escape's entrance into the roof. He took deep breaths, that he hoped were quiet, imagining all sorts of horrible things, such as falling off, and being hit by a car before landing.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 20, 2008 15:37:26 GMT -6
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**Well Max, maybe your control has gotten better. **
It felt good to block out Little Perp. It felt strange to lock in Big Perp. Well, he'd felt stranger.
Flagman made his way through the ice mist. Little Perp wasn't a threat. He wasn't going to pop out while Flag was focussed on Big Perp. He couldn't quite believe it...but he didn't have time not to lock in on Big Perp.
Big Perp was trying to lead Downshift off the trail with an ice wall. No help. He already knew where he was going. Flagman kept running and passed Downshift. Good, looked like Little Perp was already anchored in space.
God it felt good, feeling the power pour out of him. He was on top of things today. He knew somewhere in his mind that someone's life might get ruined because of it, but right now it just felt good. But what would happen when they met felt to face? Nervous feelings swirled in his stomach.
Cold Steel was waiting, ready for them. No, ready for him. A man capable of freezing a stalker to the breaking point, waiting for him, a tracker. It didn't matter how good it felt to use his power. He wasn't going to fight with these odds. He backed up again, turned to look at Downshift.
Little Perp wasn't there. Downshift was the one who seemed anchored in space now. No, not anchored in space. Just spaced out.
"Dammit, man, we don't have time for this!"
"Huh, oh. Flag. Sorry." Downshift shook his head. Violently. That seemed to help. "You get back on Big Perp. I'll take him. I just gotta do it from a distance."
It was impossible to describe the feeling that he had been going through. It was like he could feel the thoughts going out of his head. He knew what he was, but he just couldn't follow a single line of thought long enough to get to the end of it, where he'd actually do something.
Now he was feeling a little better. He jumped back up and followed Little Perp. He had seen him go - followed him with his eyes - he just couldn't think straight to decide what to make of it before now.
"I can't take Big Perp alone!" shouted Flagman after him. Oh well, he'd just finish up Little Perp quick and then they could tag-team him.
He pounded feet to the end of the alley, and then to the end of the left fork. Up was the only way from there. It was faster not to go in person. Trusting a combination of being fast and Flag to protect him, he sent his whole head as well as a hand. Disembodied-head Downshift popped up to the roof. He could hear breathing. he ported himself to what should be behind Little Perp, if he calculated right. He did, basically. He was a little too close for comfort, only a couple of feet from Little Perp's head, but it would still be good if Little Perp didn't turn around. He swooped his hand in toward his neck, ready to anchor him.
**Unless you have an ace up your sleeve, you're going to get stuck right where you are for a little while.**
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 20, 2008 18:03:10 GMT -6
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Steel continued to go through the motions of a fight waiting for something to happen, he thought he heard foot steeps coming but that might have been his mind playing tricks on him. Now thinking what he was going to ask the suit or suits, he came up with three questions. “Why are you after me? Who are you? And who are you working for?” Those would be the first three things Steel was going to ask, After that Steel figured he would just knock him or them out, or even freeze them. Either way he was looking forward to the fight. Anyway to test himself mentally and physically, he looked forward to it.
After the questioning and the fight his next concern was Max, even though he knew him for a short time Steel actually liked the company of the kid, he still wanted to know what powers he had. Steel preferred finding out another mutants powers by asking, instead of finding out by a fight, which he, in the past was so accustomed to.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 22, 2008 16:04:58 GMT -6
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**Max gave me permission to narrate his side of this one and skip him.**
Little Perp didn't stand a chance. He brought down a hand on the back of his neck. His head jerked a little involuntarily, but he couldn't turn around to look at the cause, not now. The hand floated down his back, under his shirt. Ah, the sexual harrassment that his job called for. He even went up to the sides of his head, just to be sure. Now that only his legs were free, Downshift had time to get back to Flagman and Big Perp.
Really, it was how things were supposed to be. Had he really hoped, briefly, that Flag would somehow find a way to knock out a guy nicknamed Cold Steel by himself. Well honestly, yeah. But what good was hope?
He caught up to Flag. It wasn't hard; Flag was hanging back, doing a funny little training routine. Keeping himself from falling too much into Big Perp's way of thinking? Whatever. No time for chitchat.
<Here we go> he signaled to Flag. No point in letting Big Perp hear their plans. <We go left. Me first. You narrate his side.> Yes, in fact, they did have a signal that meant 'You narrate his side.' It looked like pulling something out of one ear and then throwing it out the mouth.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 22, 2008 17:03:22 GMT -6
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Steel finally heard I set off footsteps he knew something was coming, he could feel it. Adrenaline pumping Steel was ready to fight, but then resisted a second and said, “ I know where you are, I can feel you.” Almost sure that they stopped walking for a second; Steel smirked because they were still coming. “This should be good” Steel thought.
“Who are you working for?” Steel yelled while trying to make it seem he was yelling from an opposite direction, trying to throw the suits off. “Who are you after?” Steel said waiting for a reply.
Someone was getting close he could hear the foot steps crunch on the little bit of ice he put up in his 10 foot radius, “They know what they are doing I’ll give them that” thought Steel surprised they could find him in his thick mist he created a short time ago.
Crunch, the thicker ice steel had within 8 feet broke. Now was his chance, Steel concentrated and put up a small ice see through bubble, over the area where he head the sound hoping to catch someone. Hoping that the other was far enough behind so he could question his new captive.
Posted by sawyer101 on Jun 23, 2008 15:37:51 GMT -6
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**OOC: Max is kinda on his own schedule now, what with being stuck.**
“ I know where you are, I can feel you.”
The voice made Downshift pause for a second. It was really only for a second; he had been expecting something, I don't know, more professional. Scarier, maybe. He sounded nervous. And unprofessional. Which meant he might be more prone to mistakes. He might also feel backed into a corner, so he might fight hard as he could. No time to wonder.
“Who are you working for?”
The sound was bouncing around, probably from all the ice, but Flag held out one finger like a compass. Downshift had never understood it, but it seemed like hearing somebody was a great way for him to triangulate on them. All of it just showed how much more information they had than him. Now if only MMRC would furnish the rest...then they might be able to think far enough ahead of the terrorists to avoid dangerous situations like this. Again, no time for thoughts like that.
“Who are you after?”
He wasn't planning on answering. First thing they had ever agreed on as professional partners was that if you're going to talk to 'em, do it after they're stuck where they are.
But...then there was some kind of ice wall around him. He could see Big Perp, and Big Perp could see him. And...being openly antagonistic while surrounded by ice seemed like a bad idea. Fortunately, he found himself in position where holding his left hand behind his back was totally natural. Just...you know resting back there. If it happened to be making miniature signals to a certain other someone, then that must just have been coincidence.
He got a good look at Big Perp. Yep, still more than likely this Cold Steel guy. Ex-NSA, it seemed like. Very soldier-ish in some way that was really hard to define. Pretty big too. Would the FBI come after him like this if he decided to defect?
"We're after a fella named Cold Steel. Seen him around?" he said casually.
Meanwhile, Flag - on Downshift's signaled orders - was heading for higher ground. He had never been given weapon by the FBI, but now there was one in his hand. It was a taser. It was given to him by a floating hand, the same hand that had signaled him to get to higher ground. And now he was climbing a fire escape. He wasn't usually that up for crazy feats of physical activity, but now it felt good. He liked the feeling of his body all working together. Now to get out of Cold Steel's ice range. He wasn't actually planning on using the taser, not if he could help it. But he had to support Downshift, back him up.
"If you'd like to give us a written statement to turn in, I'm sure we can avoid all of this trouble," Downshift went on. "Believe me, neither of us wants anything heavy going down here."
Meanwhile the hand was detached and floating behind him, waiting for a sign that he would be distracted enough to leave it a few unhindered seconds with his back.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 23, 2008 22:05:27 GMT -6
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Steel stood glaring inside the bubble looking at this man. “ So, you’re looking for cold steel huh? Well you found him.” Steel started to walk forward and noticed that the guy was sizing him up, this guy new Steel’s name and steel was sure he knew why the suits were after him. “ Trouble, well friend you have yet to see trouble.” Steel ended with a sort of evil laugh to try and intimidate the suit who was now his prisoner.
“ So which organization do you work for?” Steel asked almost sure what the answer was. “From the look of the way you carry yourself your working for the FBI so let me tell you this, you are way out of your league. Both of you.” Steel knew there was two of them but weren’t sure where he was. “ They don’t pay you enough to die, cause the second you followed me you were asking for trouble.” Steel trying to figure why they would send FBI after him, Steel was trained to deal with any kind of situation, including dealing with the government.
Getting tired of trying to figure out were the second guy was going to come from. Steel figured he would flush him out. “ I know the FBI isn’t to keen on negotiations, but seeing as how I got your balls in a vice you might consider. You let me go I won’t kill either one of you.” Steel now ready for the other to jump out to attack he lowered the temperature around his area, making the air more difficult to breath. “All I have to do is think it suit and you die of frost bite, I am sure they gave you as much info on me as they possibly could, and I am sure you know a small extent of my powers. On a whim your life would be taken.” Steel now smiling figuring he had control of the situation watched as the suit was starting to freeze in the bubble. “There is no way you can get me to return to T.A.T., so if you give up I will let you both go.”