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.
Anthony sat in one of the Pews, silently thinking about what had brought him to the city. He wasn't terribly religious, he believed in god but to him most of the religions seemed the same, it was the message that counted. He heard some people entering, but ignored it, not wanting to break his meditation. He wasn't sure about his powers, were they a gift or curse.
At first all he could think of was how he could help people, but after seeing the news he wasn't sure, he was afraid he would end up abusing his powers, "No" he whispered "I will not end up like some criminal." He leaned back and looked around the cathedral, it was really a beautiful building.
Yelling echoed through the halls and into the large room, knocking Anthony to his senses "What the hell was that? he said as he stood up, he wasn't sure what direction it came from, seeing as how the echo masked the direction. He couldn't out what the yelling said, but it's not often someone yells in a church. He slowly started walking to wards the exit, all of a sudden another scream could be heard "No that is not right" he thought as he quickened his pace. He was only ten feet from the doors when they opened, revealing a threatening figure.
The man was obviously in a hurry, and had a sinister look about him. Judging by his appearance Anthony could tell he had been in a struggle of some sorts, probably relating to the screaming he heard earlier. Standing in his way Anthony gave him a threatening stare, he wasn't the most imposing figure, but maybe the man was just a drug addict, and would back down if confronted. "Who are you and what was that screaming." he said in an aggressive tone.
The stranger walked into the light, revealing the massacre on his face, Anthony was shocked by what he saw, witnessing the dagger, he stepped back, out of arm's reach, he watched as the man's eyes locked on the woman behind him, looking back Anthony spotted her to. "Call the police" He yelled out. The woman nodded and entered a side room.
She was his target, but it was quite obvious whoever she was she probably did not do anything bad to this man, considering she was a nun after all. Anthony moved so that he would be in the way of the man "She is calling the police, they'll be here soon, just leave." He said trying to convince the psycho, whoever he was, to leave.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Aug 30, 2008 21:44:36 GMT -6
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It was an odd time to be going to church. Kealey knew this and she pulled her coat closer around her body as she made her way towards the cathedral that she was frequenting more and more as her time in New York City increased. It was an ancient building, but the closest thing Kealey could find to the convent where she'd spent her younger years. Catholicism of the intensity Kealey was used to was almost unheard of in the States, but this was close. There were nuns here, the black robes and starched wimples reminding her of home and the safety she'd always felt inside the walls of the church.
This obviously wasn't the best part of town to be walking around at night, and Kealey wondered for a moment at the wisdom of the clothes she was wearing. Some might have said she looked more ready for a night out in a classy night club than a trip to church for prayer and meditation. There was malice in peoples' souls this night and despite the fact that most of it was harmless it still made Kealey walk faster, listening for anything besides the sound of her own heels hitting the concrete sidewalk.
The church was less than a block away now, and as she walked, Kealey's brow furrowed more and more. The feelings bombarding her were ones of the type she dreaded most, and they did nothing but intensify as she neared what she had thought was an absolute safe haven. Fear...mortal fear, paralyzing fear. Kealey stopped in the middle of the street and nearly retched from the way it knotted her stomach. There was malice too, and perverse pleasure in whatever was happening. Kealey was small, and she knew that there wasn't much she could do to help the situation but she started running anyway.
Up the steps of the church Kealey ran, muttering rosary prayers as she did sorting through the feelings she was picking up from inside the building. The fear was gone all of a sudden, completely cut off and Kealey let out a small cry as her hand wrapped around the handle to the door. There was that pleasure again, pleasure and a keen sense of a arrogance, victory...but there was something else now too...bravery seeping through more fear. A sense of purpose and Kealey knew she had to try and help...
"SOMEONE HELP! CALL FOR HELP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs before jerking the doors to the cathedral open and rushing inside.
The lobby looked like a scene from a horror film and Kealey nearly dropped to her knees and retched again, but she took deep gulps of air and hoped that she could control herself long enough to be of use. Leaning down carefully and crossing herself, Kealey checked each nun for a pulse and finding none opened the doors to the sanctuary a crack to peek inside...there were two men there.
Letting the door shut again, Kealey leaned her back against the wall and tried to reign in her own emotions which were quickly spiraling out of control. There was fear still...lots of fear from the others around her and one of those two was the monster...she could feel him...but which one...and what was she going to do when she figured it out?
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 5, 2008 19:43:08 GMT -6
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Rupert's tennis shoes were not doing a damn good job of clicking an angry staccato against the pavement. They were, in fact, squeaking. Rupert scowled at the noise as he passed between the islands of lamppost light. In his hands he carried a cardboard drink holder, bearing three cups of coffee that steamed with heat even on a New York summer night. He was in a bad mood, and it was getting worse with the minute. The reason for this was simple: Rupert was having a good day.
He'd been up at three in the morning; he'd started his shift at Insomniacs Anonymous at 3:30, after a shower, a bagel, and an attempt at jogging to work that left him wheezing but happy. Yes, happy. Inside the door, he'd been greeted by a sarcastically caustic college student in a flowing white dress; the co-owner of the twenty-four/seven coffee shop. A week ago, when he'd swallowed his pride long enough to ask for a pity job, she'd promised him a uniform. At seven that morning, after serving the usual early worms and dealing with the rush of normal sleepers stopping in before work, Rupert watched as Lucy signed for a FedEx package. His uniform had arrived.
Rupert glared at a stray cat; it arched its back at him before slinking off into an alleyway. Rupert squeak-stomped onwards. He was on delivery; therefore, he was in uniform. The uniform wasn't as bad as he feared.
"Huh," Bethany Marley, fellow co-owner of the shop and mother of the emo surprise that was Lucy, huhed. "I think it looks good on you, actually." Lucy had gone for simple-chic: she'd ordered him a black pair of slacks, a close-fitting black turtleneck shirt, and a white apron that fitted him well. How the hell did she know his size for everything? She'd even gotten him a pair of black sneakers. New sneakers. Squeaky sneakers. Under a stylized stitching of a sun, the apron was embroidered in black gothic sweeps that reeked of her winning sarcasm: "You are my sunshine". She'd even made him run a comb through his curly hair, and shave off his growing stubble. All in all, he looked damn good. Damn it.
He stomped his foot in a questionable New York sidewalk puddle, and walked on. His limp sloshed the coffee against the lids. It was a beautiful night and he was out on a delivery; the walk felt good on his legs, after hours confined in the coffee shop.
At three in the afternoon, he'd gone in the back of the shop and taken a glorious nap on Lucy and Bethany's couch until seven. Because that's how they rolled at Insomniacs Anonymous. It was probably the best sleep he'd gotten in weeks; the couch was sheer heaven on his back, and his dreams were peaceful and unmemorable. He'd woken up refreshed and in a good mood. He'd joked with the customers. At eight, in between rushes, the three of them had grabbed ingredients off the shelf with daring abandon and made an omelet so unholy that Lucy had only agreed to eat the last piece on the condition that she get to put sauerkraut on top to cover the taste. He'd been wheezing from laughter and scowling by turns. Now he was just scowling.
Rupert was having a damn good day that had turned into a damn good night. And if there was one thing Rupert knew, it was that he couldn't just have a good day or a good night. Something was going to happen. Something bad. He'd woken up at three that morning expecting it, and every hour it didn't appear just wound him up that extra turn.
>> "SOMEONE HELP! CALL FOR HELP!"
Rupert stopped in his tracks. The coffee sloshed as his head turned towards the church down the block. "Well," he said, a day's worth of tension collapsing out of his shoulders; "it's about time." Across the street, a startled group of teens was looking towards the church, too. "Call 911!" Rupert shouted over to them. There were four of them; he was fairly certain they had at least three cells phones between them. Bless America's technology-centric youth.
Rupert was feeling damn good as he stormed into the church. Damn good, and like he was walking under a dark cloud of foreshadowing. There was a woman inside, leaned against the wall. There were two bodies on the floor.
"Was it a mutant?" Was the first question Rupert could think to ask.
Then the scream came.
Rupert swore with the eloquent fluency of a man settling into a well-worn groove. He was a shop's errand boy with three cups of coffee as his only weapons. He was up against something that had, by all appearances, done a bad vampire impersonation on those bodies. He was in over his head and he knew it.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Sept 5, 2008 20:09:35 GMT -6
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There were more screams, more panic, more utter calm and peace. The conflicting emotions made Kealey shutter and wrap her arms around her middle as she fought to keep her footing in the entryway of the church. She wanted to go and help, but her own fear mixed with that of the others was too much and her feet stuck, rooted to the ground.
More emotions, so many that Kealey decided that the police had to be there, and when the door opened she nearly stumbled forward with relief, until she saw that there was only one person...and he'd brought coffee.
The emotions slammed into her all at once and Kealy nearly stumbled as she stood up against the door. Somehow this man was feeling bitter, uneasy, relaxed, happy, sad, relived, exhausted, brave, scared, and on edge at the same time. Kealey's blue eyes widened and she stared at him for what had to have been an exceptionally long amount of time before she was able to work out the fact that the man had even asked her a question.
"I...." her mouth was dry and she had to swallow a few times before she could speak, her eyes continuing to dart from corpse to corpse to...shop boy who had just asked her if a mutant had done this, "I....I don't know...I just came to pray...and I....I felt the fear and the horror...and and his intense pleasure." she stammered, still unsure of her words and the guy that had apparently arrived to save the day.
She was feeling so many things, and her own emotions on top of it all and it was nearly too much for Kealey to handle all at once, then there was another piercing scream and the strangling horror she'd been feeling disappeared all at once, "He's killed again..."
She didn't feel quite so alone now, but as Kealey moved forward a few steps her heels clacked loudly on the floor, "We've got to do something..." she said, then looked at the man standing in front of her, looked him up and down ascertaining that he was something more than a shop boy and hoping that her instincts were right. She was tempted to use her powers to make him feel more brave, but she hesitated, sometimes fear was good, listening to one's instincts had saved many a life, so she waited. Besides, she'd been taught it was fundamentally wrong to use her gift on someone who was unaware or unwilling.
"There's two of us..." she said weakly, looking intensely at the man standing just a few feet from her, "Do you think....." she paused as another pain slashed through the other emotions, and her face crumbled, "He's killing them...all the sisters..." Kealey's hand wrapped around the handle to the sanctuary door and she wrenched it open, "I have to do something..."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 7, 2008 2:16:53 GMT -6
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>> "I.... I....I don't know...I just came to pray...and I....I felt the fear and the horror...and and his intense pleasure."
A trench developed between Rupert's eyebrows as he tried to make sense of that. She felt the fear and the horror? Despite the past two years, he still gave everyone he met the benefit of the doubt: he still assumed that this woman wasn't just another freak.
>> "He's killed again..."
...It was a reasonable assumption. Add up that scream with the two corpses she'd been standing in this lobby with for who knows how long, and anyone could leap to the conclusion that there had been another murder. It still didn't mean that she was just another--
>> "We've got to do something..."
--Was she looking him up and down? Rupert jerked a step back; the coffee sloshed in its styrofoam cups, beating against the thin plastic lids that topped its prisons.
>> "There's two of us... Do you think..... He's killing them...all the sisters..."
Still not proof that she was a mutant. Still not proof. A little more of a stretch than the other things she'd said, but still not proof.
>> "I have to do something..."
From inside the church, there was a crash of breaking glass. Rupert scowled, his attention snapping back to the problem at hand, trying to convince himself that he was more concerned about the murderer still being on the loose than whether the timid-sounding, stupidly heroic-prone woman was just another damn freak in the parade that was his life. He was more successful at that than at suppressing how much safer he'd feel if he had a mutant at his back in there. What could he say? The damn things usually knew how to fight.
He joined her at the door to the Sanctuary, pointedly avoiding looking at her as he followed on her stiletto heels.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Sept 7, 2008 3:59:16 GMT -6
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Never before had Kealey really hoped that her gifts could be used to cause harm to a person. Never, before this very moment. The fact that there was someone in a place of god, killing the brides of Christ to satiate some sick lust was almost too much for her to handle and Kealey barely noticed that the man was still behind her as she made her way into the sanctuary.
The slightly uneven floor made Kealey trip twice in less than ten steps and she exclaimed, "Bloody heels...I knew I should of changed...." Before stooping to kick one of them off, then hopping on one foot a few steps to remove the other, leaving her barefoot.
"Much better..." she whispered, almost to herself, concentration still rapt upon the emotions of the beast. There was a sudden blaze of bravado and action, and fear from the creature but then it was over and there was only glee from the beast and something akin to disappointment and devastation from the other. Kealey hoped that whoever it was had more on their side than the poor nun's had.
Kealey looked around the sanctuary, trying her darndest to puzzle out where the emotion was coming from, it was never something she'd been good with and the continued flood of emotion from the man behind her garbled everything even further.
"I don't have a single solitary clue where he is...." Kealey said, turning to the man and noting with slight incredulity that he still had the coffee in his hands. They were in so much trouble, and his emotions were so confusing. Now there was some kind of desperation a belief...but it was shaky...something Kealey hadn't really felt before. The man was uncomfortable above all the other emotions she could feel from him and he had this strange, desperate hope. Hope of what? Kealey looked at him again, right in the eyes, desperately trying to figure out what he wanted from her...
Realizing she was staring while someone was terrified and people were dropping like flies all around the two of them, Kealey tore her gaze away and started looking for something that they could use, at the very least, to help them subdue whoever or whatever it was causing this chaos.
There had been no gunfire and the bodies had been drained of blood in the way of the deamons of the past. Kealey tried her best to remember all the horror films she'd seen, they involved creatures who feared the rightous and everything associated with it.
Kealey turned back to the man, "My apologies sir..." she said, her accent thick with her distraction and own fear as she pulled one of the coffees from the holder and dumped it on the floor. She would confess her desecration of the sanctuary later, but now she made her way to the vestibule which held the holy water for those coming to pray at the altar in the church.
Crossing herself and muttering a prayer, Kealey pulled off the lid and dipped the still warm Styrofoam cup into the cool water before righting the cup and snapping the lid into place. Shoes still dangling from one hand by their straps, she turned and scurried back down the steps to the man, "I have a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get." Kealey looked at the man again, trying to figure out if he was in a frame of mind where he could fight, there was so much there all it did was make her dizzy to concentrate too much.
"Are you afraid?" she asked, ready to increase his bravado if need be.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 8, 2008 6:49:06 GMT -6
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The woman kicked off her heels, searched his soul with her eyes, and dumped coffee on his slacks. Next to his slacks, anyway. If it weren't for the bodies and the apology beforehand, this could have been that blind date his best friend set up for him back in high school. That, and the fact that she seemed to think that the holy water was going to have some effect.
>> "Are you afraid?"
Rupert met her prodding gaze with his own fierce one. Why did she keep looking at him like that? "Not as afraid as I should be," he replied with a scowl. "You want to tell me why you just sanctified my coffee cup? This isn't a demon we're dealing with--it's either a freak, or a human that's acting like one."
Queue curtain rise. The freak himself, whether human or mutant, had just stepped into the cathedral.
>> "Hello there children, I am afraid that mass isn't going to take place today, Something terrible has happened."
Rupert's first reaction was silence. The silence gathered at the corners of his mouth, weighing them down. He shook his head, as if in denial, or distain. "Cute," he finally settled on, taking a step forward to put himself slightly ahead of the woman. "Very cute." The man--the young man--was soaked in blood, smiling, and pulling lines out of his arse that a B-rated horror movie director would be ashamed to use. The situation would have been surreally funny, except for the two corpses behind them. Those were very real. Rupert cut to the chase, with a sneer.
"You're under arrest," he barked, pointing his cardboard coffee tray at the man like it was a lethal weapon. The hot liquid gave an anti-climatic slosh; 'You are my sunshine' was its backdrop. Rupert missed a beat. He'd turned in his gun. Right. Around the same time he turned in his badge, actually. ...Right. With a growl, Insomniacs Anonymous' newest employee amended that statement: "Citizen's arrest."
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Sept 8, 2008 16:18:01 GMT -6
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The man was right, he was far more calm than he should have been. Kealey didn't feel the need to fix his emotions or tweak them in any way, shape or form. He was annoyed though, and still hesitant and hopeful. Never in her life had she met someone with this many emotions running around in one head.
He was worried about the coffee, the coffee. A feak, huh? Kealey thought and she felt the disgust as he said the world. The man obviously wasn't sympathetic to the mutant cause. That was helpful, Kealey couldn't help but think sarcastically to herself. Pushing her annoyance aside for the time being Kealey returned her attention to the man's question about his coffee cup.
"What other than a demon would slaughter sisters of the cloth?" Kealey asked right back, looking at him directly again, she had a feeling that's where his discomfort had come from before. "And unless you've got something other than coffee in those cups we're going to need all the help we can get."
The words were barely out of her mouth when the monster appeared in all his blood soaked glory. Kealey's stomach turned again and her eyes widened as the shop boy moved in front of her and pointed the coffee like it was a gun. That was going to help, he sure was brave though, brave and sure of himself.
Arresting...now he was arresting the guy. How was he going to arrest him with coffee? Obviously the man realized this too, because suddenly the surety and confidence drained like water off pasta in a strainer.
Kealey stepped out from behind the man and came to his side instead. She wasn't one to cower, especially behind a man.
"We're not here for mass, you foul beastie. You didn't honestly think you could slaughter the Brides of Christ with no retribution..." Kealey said, hand tightening on the coffee cup of holy water as she stared down the monster. The monster who didn't have a single inkling of fear. All confidence, all arrogance, all blood lust. Kealey shivered and shifted her pointy heels in her hands, like weapons. She was still barefoot, but maybe they stood a fighting chance.
"Here we go..." she said as an aside to the man next to her, "Just how hot is that coffee?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 20, 2008 20:12:11 GMT -6
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The woman sounded like something out of a fire and brimstone sermon. Fair enough, since Rupert was something out of a bad British comedy sketch and this whole scene reeked of a B-rated horror movie. Between them, they had a pair of spiked heels, hot coffee, and a maniacal laugh ringing through the air as it spoke the stupidest damn words:
>> “If my arrest and capture and retribution involves coffee and high heels, then oh how Karma has come back to haunt me, Oh, I do repent. I’ll tell you what sense you two are so very hopeless, you may turn around and leave me to my business, I will let you live.”
Leave? Like Hell. Like fire and brimstone and a bad comedy sketch and B-rated horror films. Like a spiked heels to the gut and hot coffee in your eye. Rupert planted his feet on the hallowed ground.
A half second later, the punk was sprinting for him with a dagger. Rupert tried a side-step with his good leg. At the same time, he grabbed out one coffee cup, coolly popped the lid with his thumb, and sent the contents chucking at the boy's cocky face. Even in the warm late summer air, the brown liquid steamed.
>> "Just how hot is that coffee?", the woman had asked.
"About second degree burn hot," Rupert answered levelly, bracing himself to see what came next. Insomniacs Anonymous knew how to brew. He was no stranger to fights or freaks. He didn't have a gun, but Hell, he had a track record of dropping the thing, anyway. What was most important was this: he hadn't come here to die.
Therefore, they were going to beat this punk's sorry ass into the ground. Something in his stomach had turned to steel. They could do this. With coffee and spiked heels, they could do this.
They didn't have any other damn options, that was for sure.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Sept 21, 2008 19:19:20 GMT -6
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The anticipation was almost too much to handle, Kealey couldn't help but thing as she stood and watched the scene unfolding before her. Her own anticipation mixed with that of the shop boy and the excited anticipation of the monster combined to make her almost want to crawl out of her skin. It was just too much.
Kealey took a deep, steadying breath just in time to hear the monster make his offer. She would have scoffed at it if there had been time, but they were being rushed even as she asked the shop boy how hot the coffee in his hands was.
She barely heard the answer, a strangled cry escaped her throat as a dagger flashed and the monster came even closer, malicious intent, predatory exuberance, then pain, lots of pain. Second degree hot? Perfect.
The coffee splashed and for the first time that confidence faltered, pain...the coffee had worked. Kealey looked down at the holy water in her hand and made a decision even as the shop boy side-stepped the monster and the dagger all at once.
.The monster's back was to her by virtue of her position relative to the shop boy and Kealey rushed him with the heel in hand, planning to use it just like he was going to use the dagger. Kealey could still feel the emotions from the monster and now there was fear.
Even as she brought down the heel, Kealey focused on that fear, that tiny sliver of fear that the beast was feeling now. Amplifying it, making it stronger, the bastard needed a good, strong, dose of fear.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 5, 2008 5:08:03 GMT -6
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((ooc: Apologies for the delay. Tryin' to push myself back into the Rupert groove...))
Coffee and high heels. Who would have thought. Somehow, their monster had gone from brandishing knives at a run to just plain running, all because of coffee and high heels.
Rupert, for one, liked the change. He reloaded a coffee cup into his hand, and let the now empty tray drop to the floor. Littering in a church: he was pretty sure he'd be forgiven. Hell, this place was Catholic, wasn't it? He'd be sure to confess later. Now it was just too damn bad that someone had dumped his third coffee to get herself a cup of nice refreshing holy water. Rupert shot a glance over at the woman, then looked after the fleeing man.
"Let's do this," he said simply.
Do what? Something to figure out when they caught up with the fleeing murderer. Rupert wasn't well known for his foresight.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Oct 19, 2008 13:37:28 GMT -6
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(My turn to apologize...teaching got time consuming on me)
He ran...the foul beast was running away from her and the shop boy. Kealey's fear abated to a small degree and was replaced by a sense of victory that made a wide grin spread across her features. Then, she felt the flood of emotions from the shop boy.
Kealey's eyes were already wide with understanding by the time the man turned to face her. She'd felt his satisfaction, a bit of chagrin, and then his sense of purpose. He was intending to go after the murdering monster.
"We're going after him?" Kealey said incredulously, even as she fell in step with the man. She was scared, Kealey was really scared, her shoes dangling in her hand.
"There's more dead people around...he was still killing even after the entryway." she added as an afterthought, Kealey shuddered, hoping she could handle more corpses if they came across them.
"What are we going to do when we find them? Shouldn't we call the police? Maybe they can help us. All we have is coffee..." she hesitated, "Unless there's something else you can do..."
Maybe this guy was a mutant too, maybe he had some power he'd just been hesitating to use before. Now that they had more of an upper hand, maybe he'd use it. Kealey knew her power was virtually useless in an offensive sense.
They were out of the sanctuary by this point, but Kealey didn't know where they'd ended up. Pausing for a moment, she reached out and grabbed the shop boy's sleeve so he'd stop too. "Wait for a second." she said and stared down the two two directions they had to choose from. There it was.
THat same feral preditory sense was there, but it was nearly masked by the fear, lots of fear. Kealey focused on that and enhanced it again, hoping to confuse the creature. Now where was it? Kealey took a step in each direction, then decision being made, looked back at the shop boy. "This way."
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((ooc: For the record, this takes place before "Rabid Dogs" in Rup's timeline. ))
>> "We're going after him?"
"Damn straight we are," Rupert said, with the finality of a brick wall. Never mind that he didn't have a clue how to deal with the thing once they caught up with it; he hadn't had a clue how they were going to even put the thing on the defensive, and they'd done that just fine.
>> "There's more dead people around...he was still killing even after the entryway."
Rupert glanced at the woman as they kept moving. It was a long glance. And how did she know that, exactly? It was the sort of question he didn't want the answer to; the sort of question he was going to ignore the paranoid answer to, until it slapped him in the face with its twisted genetics. He gave a solid nod, and turned his gaze to face front again.
>> "What are we going to do when we find them? Shouldn't we call the police? Maybe they can help us. All we have is coffee... Unless there's something else you can do..."
"I've got someone calling the police," Rupert said simply. Not that the group of teenagers he'd yelled at out front were the most reliable people to entrust that task to, but honestly, half of him wished that the call never got made at all. If the call was made, the police would come. If the police came, chances were damn high that friends of his were going to die.
Then there was a hand tugging at the sleeve of his black turtleneck.
>> "Wait for a second."
That twisted genetics conclusion was winding up for the full-on face--
>> "...This way."
--slap. There was only so much that Rupert could ignore. He watched her little show of stepping this way, then that. He watched with a deadpan expression. He watched, and tried not to attach any meaning to it. Something about the way she'd phrased things earlier came back to him; 'Unless there's something else you can do...'
It was his turn to grab the woman's sleeve. He frowned at her. "Listen. I'm not a mutie. But if you are, and you can do something more useful than... than whatever you just did, then feel free to do it. I'm not one of those zealots that's going to try dragging you off to a police station."
All too soon, he was looking at the face of the less socially concerned of the freaks again. The punk was outside a dead-end door. Rupert didn't know where it went, but it was easy to tell it was locked--either that, or the creep just liked trying to kick doors in for fun.
Moment of truth.
Time for some genius idea to come to one of them; something to save the day.
Rupert's step hesitated in the hall as he glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eyes. Did she look like a mutie with a genius idea? He hoped so. All he was, was a human with one last cup of boiling coffee.