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.
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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.
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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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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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.
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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 Giant's Bane on Oct 26, 2008 21:27:15 GMT -6
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"I told you it was a bad idea, "Too late, already swatted this fly,"
Bacchus looked to Isabel with a smirk, “That fast? Must have been easier than the cops you played with earlier.” Bacchus then took a look at the kid on the ground. He had a small wound by Bacchus’s standards but for some reason he didn’t move. ‘Well she is pretty intimidating with the bone held at the wound’ though Bacchus as he walked closer to her. “You alright?”
After the small and microscopic amount of adrenaline died down Bacchus remembered why he threw down with them in the first place. “Aww what a waste. So lucky were in America, back home you’d be swimming with the crocs…” Bacchus looked around to see if one of the guys regained consciousness yet but no luck. All of the guys were out cold. Looking for someone to take responsibility for the mess they cause Bacchus saw two girls. He hated ordering girls about but it had to be done. “Ohi, Sheila’s thinking you should take responsibility for these blokes mistakes while they’re out cold.” Bacchus looked to Isabel and frowned, “Guess this means I’ll have to start over.”
Bacchus did a 180 and turned tail towards Isabel as he ran for the beginning of the food line as his foot steps echoed with each step. At the beginning of the line Bacchus grabbed a few trays and went threw the process of filling his trays with more than what was on his previous round. Enlarging his hand Bacchus made it almost impossible for his food to fall out of his hands there be no mistakes this time.
Getting to the table Bacchus sat down as the table slowly tilted up. “Sorry it took so ling had to make sure I got enough.” Then looking at the mess of the unconscious bodies, “Man first day here and I am already mister popularity. Hell I’m sure it would only build a name for myself.” Bacchus folded his large pizza in half and then in thirds as he enlarged his jaw and swallowed the food whole. “So how did you end up here?”
"Easier? This was a piece of cake. Seems these boys here are all bark and no real bite," she commented, waving one hand in a dismissive gesture as if downplaying the whole fiasco. This had to be a pair of the easiest mutants she'd taken out, even with a little assistance. She couldn't help but to think back on fighting the X-Nerds back at KP. These two really had been like swatting flies in comparison. Almost lazily she allowed her weapon to slide back up into her arm in a smooth, effortless motion. She wasn't all that surprised that the young man she'd taken out wasn't jumping right up. He didn't seem like one to handle pain very well by the way he had been carrying on a moment before, though he appeared to have some kind of brain in his thick skull and had decided to play dead for the moment. Whether he was truly unconscious or just pretending, she didn't really care. She'd made her point well enough, and for now she was satisfied with just that. She looked back up to Bacchus as he stepped a little closer. still grinning like a fool at her non-lethal accomplishment. "Yeah, I'm fine. A little scuffle never hurt me, really. Though I can't really speak for the others involved," she replied, her grin morphing into more of a smirk with her last comment. "I would ask you the same, but since you seem to have such thick skin, I don't think I have to worry too much about it. But if that wasn't the case, you would have been so lucky I was here to save your sorry backside from becoming a Bacchus-kabob," she continued, an element of smugness entering her tone and expression as she spoke. She was teasing, of course. It's what she did. It was also a small giveaway that she was beginning to feel more comfortable in her own skin once again, and that she was growing used to her company as well.
As Bacchus went about the task of piling more food onto more trays, Isabel stepped over the youth on the floor to reclaim the table they'd planned on sitting at before. She payed as much mind to the boy on the floor as she would another piece of rubbish left lying out. If he moved, so be it. She doubted he'd start any more trouble while he was bleeding and nursing a broken jaw. It was enough for her that he'd have to slink off with his tail between his legs like the mongrel he'd been called. She hardly even blinked at the amount of food that was set on the table when her company returned. Believe it or not, she'd seen others eat more than that in one sitting. Though his swallowing an entire pizza in one bite did cause her to quirk a brow. "You should try chewing your food. You might actually taste it that way. And it's got to be better for your digestion," she commented, taking a bite of her own sandwich. She chewed thoughtfully for a brief moment at his next question before swallowing her bite. She always did debate whether or not to tell the entire truth of her first visit to the Sanctuary with the mutants that asked. Though since she'd met this particular young man in more exciting circumstances than most of the other residents that wandered through the golden doors, she figured she didn't have to spare too many details. Besides, her Trial was long over by now and she'd been declared innocent by the courts of any crimes related to the infamous Sanctuary Massacre; namely manslaughter. She could gloat if she wanted to with very little consequence, and she'd done so once or twice, though few of her playmates she'd told had managed to leave with that confession and their lives.
"Well you're not the only to stir up trouble on your first day here," she said, smiling a bit at her fond memories of her first day int he luxurious building. "Since you didn't know about the Sanctuary, then I would guess it's safe to say you're not aware of the Sanctuary Massacre that happened a little over a year ago right outside those lovely golden doors on the day this place opened. 'Massacre' actually started with the police, and the title just kind of stuck. What happened was a small fight broke out between a mutant kid and a group of other guys. I got involved to even the odds, as did another girl, and before you know it a panic is going up because of a mutant scuffle. By that time the police start arriving and all hell breaks loose. I don't think I have to tell you how me and the police get along. The other two seemed to have the same ideas. In all we managed to take out about half of the police department before we caught a break and snuck off into the Sanctuary," she explained, taking another bite of her sandwich, chewing, and swallowing before she continued. "There was a lot of news coverage concerning the Sanctuary, particularly because the guy that owns this place is supposedly one of the richest men in New York. I'd heard bits and pieces about it from TV and in the papers and I'd decided to check it out. I hadn't had a real home since I was little, so I figured there'd be no loss in seeing what this place had to offer. After the Massacre, we found Lisa in the Foyer, filled out the resident applications and we were in. I've been living here ever since." she concluded, giving a small shrug as if it was really nothing of huge importance. "What about you?" she asked, shifting the attention back to Bacchus. "What prompted you to come over here from Australia? And how'd you end up paired with a girl that took your money, burned down your apartment and tried to kill you? Sounds like there should have been a few red flags going up in your mind before she got that far."
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 28, 2008 21:08:27 GMT -6
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"You should try chewing your food. You might actually taste it that way. And it's got to be better for your digestion,"
Bacchus shook his head as he downed hi pizza, “maybe but it tastes so much better if there is no chewing involved.” Bacchus started on his few dozen hamburgers and started to chem. them slowly so he wouldn’t disgust Isabel any more than he thought he did swallowing the pizza hole.
"Since you didn't know about the Sanctuary, then I would guess it's safe to say you're not aware of the Sanctuary Massacre that happened a little over a year ago right outside those lovely golden doors on the day this place opened. 'Massacre' actually started with the police, and the title just kind of stuck. What happened was a small fight broke out between a mutant kid and a group of other guys. I got involved to even the odds, as did another girl, and before you know it a panic is going up because of a mutant scuffle. By that time the police start arriving and all hell breaks loose. I don't think I have to tell you how me and the police get along. The other two seemed to have the same ideas. In all we managed to take out about half of the police department before we caught a break and snuck off into the Sanctuary,"
Bacchus just let out a mouthful chuckle as she told him the story. That ‘would have been interesting to see’ thought Bacchus as he continued to down one burger after another but this time taking larger and fuller bites. Swallowing Bacchus smiled to her, “Sounds like your quite proud of your involvement with the Massacre huh?
"What about you?" "What prompted you to come over here from Australia? And how'd you end up paired with a girl that took your money, burned down your apartment and tried to kill you? Sounds like there should have been a few red flags going up in your mind before she got that far."
Bacchus just had taken a bite as Isabel asked him all these questions. He just had a blank stare for a second until he decided not to chew and swallow the food whole. “Well… I came here for money, a lot of it. And before you peg me as a greedy bastard it ain’t for me. Which leads to the next answer.” Bacchus took a breath as he continued to speak, “Was robbing a bank, the second I got threw the wall leading to the vault it turned out I wasn’t the only one that needed some cash. Jenny was her name, we ended up working together for a bit, and one thing lead to another and we ended up back at her place. Turned out she turned deadly when money was involved, the Sheila gave me quite a shock to say the least, I woke up and her place was on fire, and all that she left me was this bag with soaked money and a towel.” By now Bacchus was grinning and almost teasing. “And luck would have it the only thing that caught fire was the towel she left, so I ran threw the wall and landed in the street where you met me in my birthday suit.” Bacchus let out a small laugh as he continued to eat.
Swallowing again Bacchus looked up from his food, “So all the women here a high quality such as yourself?”
Isabel simply shrugged at Bacchus' reply to her comment about his method of eating. Let him go about it as he pleased, she didn't particularly mind, she had just never been too shy about speaking what was on her mind. She did, however, note that he was making an attempt to chew his next selected bits of food, though she made no comment about it and pretended not to notice it all together. But it did go to show that he had at least some manners stuffed up inside him somewhere. With his next comment, after she'd gotten half way through her explanation, she simply grinned. "Well, not everyone can get themselves onto the NYPD's 'most wanted' list over night. And I think I managed to get myself there within a few hours, along with my two companions. Plus, it was really my first large scale fight. The memory has sentimental value, and it earned me at least one close friend," she replied, smiling at the thought. She was a bit twisted after all. Besides, that whole situation was what had gotten her in good graces with Mister King, and had ultimately landed her in the Order, the organization and people which she so loved.
Quietly she sat and listened as Bacchus went on to answer her own batch of questions, getting a few more clues as to who this young man was, finishing one of her sandwich halves in the process. So his trip had been motivated by money, but not for himself, as had his run-in with the young woman that had electrocuted him, from the sound of it. He was greedy, but not in the selfish sense of the word, and motivated enough to rob a bank to get what he wanted. Or desperate enough. He also had little care for the people who got in his way, or at least that's how it seemed from the scuffle they'd gotten into. With his next question, she could feel her face yet again heating up, though thankfully it would have been only enough to change her complexion a few light shades. She, of course, pretended it wasn't happening. "It all depends on what you mean by 'high quality'," she responded coolly, refusing to let herself get flustered again. "There are at least three others here who are somewhat like-minded, at least in my sense of morals and disregard for human life, and they're good friends of mine as well," she continued, this time being a bit more careful about how much information she was willing to give out. And in that caution, and with a few other motives in the back of her mind, she worked to shift the attention back to him once more. "And what about your morals? Your view on things?" she questioned, looking for a few more answers for her mental wonderings. "What do you think of the whole human versus mutant issues the world is stuck on? You didn't seem too concerned about those people you killed back out on the street. Is that a normal mindset, or a spur of the moment kind of thing?" And, almost as an afterthought, she added, "Are you a good guy, or a bad guy?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 31, 2008 16:35:27 GMT -6
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"There are at least three others here who are somewhat like-minded, at least in my sense of morals and disregard for human life, and they're good friends of mine as well,"
Bacchus grinned, “Well if there anything like you I am sure I’d love’em.” Bacchus grabbed a tray full of hot dogs and lifted towards his mouth as he expanded his mouth so it would house all of the food he was try to consume. Bacchus noticed the small color change in Isabel’s face if it wasn’t from the food in his mouth he probably would have laughed about it. He liked flirting with Isabel; it was her basic reaction to it all that made it so enjoyable. "And what about your morals? Your view on things?" "What do you think of the whole human versus mutant issues the world is stuck on? You didn't seem too concerned about those people you killed back out on the street. Is that a normal mindset, or a spur of the moment kind of thing?" "Are you a good guy, or a bad guy?"
Bacchus put down his tray as he put on a serious face looking directly into Isabel’s eyes. Right before he spoke a big grin came upon his face, “Look Isabel these are the types of questions you ask when your on a date, but,” Bacchus’s smile faded a little as he looked at his food then back at Isabel, “Morals…well that’s to vague and my views on things could take a long time to talk about, it may not look like it but this thing is always running at high speeds.” Bacchus finished his sentence by pointing to his forehead. “And regarding humans and mutants, I want to say because I am a mutant I hate humans but that would be a lie, my best mates are human back home and they know I’m a mutant and accept me one hundred and ten percent. Sure I hate some humans but, I’m sure there will be a mutant or two I’ll dislike in the future.” Bacchus took a large bite a food chewed and swallowed, “personally I don’t care what happens to me, I can take care of my self, it’s me mates I’m worried bout. Which is the only reason I am here, if someone tries to stop me from protecting them,” he snapped a chicken wing in half with his finger for emphases, “I’ll strike them down.”
The last comment struck him as odd coming from her, “Don’t believe in that good and evil, there are colors in between the black and white. Sure there are some bad people but they probably think they are good right?” Bacchus ate another wing as he continued to speak, “but to awnser your question, I think I am the bad guy.” He added a friendly playful smile and resumed his eating. “What bout you?”
"Oh they're trouble, alright," Isabel commented in reply to Bacchus saying he would probably like her female friends. "Not only are they pretty, but they're deadly as well. Especially the twins. They're a real blast." To put it mildly, anyways. She had seen the twins' work, and it certainly was large scale, for the most part at least. And Syn, the third young woman, was deadly in more ways than one, and one of Isabel's first friends at the Sanctuary. She respected the dark girl a great deal for having risen up and taken command of the Order, and was glad not to be on the opposing side. She paused with the second half of her sandwich half way to her mouth when the young man caught her gaze and held it quite seriously. She looked right back, though her own expression was more curious, only to roll her eyes and take a bite of her sandwich as that grin of his broke through again. Stupid boy. "Not a date," she mumbled through her mouthful, letting the eye contact drop as Bacchus continued on speaking. "Well your humans are a rare few, then," she replied. "The humans here aren't really so tolerant. They are the ones that set up the Registration Camps, after all. I personally don't have any human friends, though I'm content," she continued, not bothering to mention the mutants she disliked, namely those that worked with the X-Nerds. With the exception, perhaps, of Emerald. She did like his dedication to those friends, though, regardless of their non-mutant nature. She felt quite the same way about those in the Order. "Me?" she asked as he proposed his last question. "I'm a good guy," she replied confidently. "At least in my own way. To the humans, I'm definitely a bad guy, since I kill so many of their people. But I think I'm doing a good thing for our kind, for the mutants. We get pushed around far too much, it's perfectly fair that we get to push back now and again. They use guns, I use my natural gifts. It's their own fault really," she concluded, taking another bite of food. "But tell me, why are you the bad guy?" she asked, after swallowing her mouthful. "You don't seem like the bad kind to me."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 1, 2008 18:42:12 GMT -6
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"But tell me, why are you the bad guy?" "You don't seem like the bad kind to me."
Bacchus smiled as he expanded his mouth and throat as he finished unloading the rest of the food in his mouth and swallowing it in a massive bulged that made it’s way down his expanded throat. Bacchus smiled to Isabel he didn’t think he was evil but that’s what he told the girls, but he had a slight idea why else he would say that. All Bacchus did was lift his hands to show them covered in blood. “Do the good guys look forward to a blood baths?” Bacchus didn’t but nether did he try to avoid the situations so what did that make him? Good or Bad? Bacchus let out a small laugh, “sides,” he stood up and lifted his arms and did a turn around, exposing his shirtless torso and highly defined muscles, “Look at me, I’ am way to good looking to be a lame super hero right? Plus the girls really go for the whole bad guy thing right?” Bacchus didn’t sit down but in fact picked up his trays and waited for Isabel, to lead him on the rest of the tour.
Bacchus was wondering about the pool and gym she mentioned earlier, ”So Isabel care to show me where I can get a good work out?”
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"Everyone looks forward to a bloodbath, whether they like to admit it or not, Isabel commented, giving a simple shrug at the point the young man made at showing off his blood stained hands."I may go out of my way to find a little fun along those lines and get myself labeled as bad or evil, but everyone comes running whenever a scene is being made. News revolves around it and movies are made about it. Everyone loves a good bloodbath, they just try to distance themselves from it by putting it on a screen." It was true enough, at least in her opinion. People loved drama, and there was hardly anything more dramatic than someone killing others in cold blood. The news didn't help with the dramatizations, either. They played it up to get ratings, and it worked. As he stood up and spun with his next batch of words she just rolled her eyes at him again. "Oh yeah," she said, standing up after him, the sarcasm practically dripping from her words. "Us girls just can't get enough of the 'bad boys'. Really. I'm dying here. Honest. It just isn't fair. Put on a pair of spandex and we're all doomed," she concluded, giving a dramatic little gesture before brushing past him to throw out her own sandwich container in a nearby trash bin.
"This way," she said simply as he asked for another more specific destination for them to head for next in their tour. Casually she exited the Cafeteria and proceeded to navigate the hallways once more, headed for the Gym. When they did arrive she opened the door and held it for her company to take as she stepped into the next room in the tour, looking around briefly as she did so. Again there was a small group of others already making themselves at home, spread evenly throughout the room and working on different equipment. From bikes to treadmills to various weight machines, this room in the Sanctuary was as well stocked as the various others housed in the large building. "It normally isn't too crowded in here, and there's enough machined that you can usually work on whichever one you want without having to wait for someone to finish," she commented, looking back to Bacchus. "There's showers, a changing room, and a steam room off to the right, through those doors," she continued, pointing in the direction she spoke about. "Just be careful that your bad boy self doesn't walk into the wrong ones." Dropping her arm she raised an eyebrow at him, before turning off to the left. "And over there, through those doors, which I'm sure you can see, is the pool. It's plenty big and it's open even in the winter. It's heated when the cold weather sets in."
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 1, 2008 21:24:51 GMT -6
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"Us girls just can't get enough of the 'bad boys'. Really. I'm dying here. Honest. It just isn't fair. Put on a pair of spandex and we're all doomed,"
As they arrived at the gym the thought rang threw his head again and he had come up with a witty comeback, “Well, Isabel you have seen me naked and evil so it could only improve with the spandex right?” he let out a small chuckle as he looked at lifting equipment and it beat his crappy wilderness weight room he had made in his spare time back home. "There's showers, a changing room, and a steam room off to the right, through those doors," "Just be careful that your bad boy self doesn't walk into the wrong ones." "And over there, through those doors, which I'm sure you can see, is the pool. It's plenty big and it's open even in the winter. It's heated when the cold weather sets in."
Bacchus laughed and tilted his head looking at Isabel, “Don’t worry, already got my eye on one Sheila so I wouldn’t be doing to much wandering into the girls changing room.” Bacchus looked to the pool in amazement, “I can smell the pool chemicals from here, smells good.” Bacchus looked to Isabel with a smile, “You much of a swimmer?” Bacchus felt he should know a bit more about her if he plans to continue and flit with her.
Isabel looked back at Bacchus as he commented on her earlier jab about spandex, an expression of feigned concern crossing her features. "Oh please don't threaten me like that, Bacchus. I don't think I could handle the spandex," she replied, putting a light tone of alarm in her voice to match her expression before bopping him on the arm with her fist. She knew full well that it wouldn't hurt him. He probably hardly even felt it, but she didn't particularly care. The boy was impossible. If he was going to keep up his behavior, she was going to have to step up to the bat and retaliate somehow. In any case, she refused to revert back to the reeling sense of confusion and insecurity she'd been floundering in before. That was not her. She was not like that. And she wouldn't let her mind do it to her again. "Uh-huh. You say that now, but you're trouble. I can already tell, what with you standing out in the street with nothing but a backpack on and then helping a known criminal in killing civilians," she said in response to his continued flirting, brushing it off once more as if she either didn't notice or didn't care. Ignore it and it goes away, right? It was worth a try. With the next question she let her gaze drift back over to the pool, taking note of the chemical smell that was mentioned. Chlorine certainly had a very distinct smell. It reminded her of summer time, even in the Fall, as it now was. "I'm an alright swimmer. I mean, I don't know any fancy strokes or anything, but I can get around in the water alright," she replied, looking back to the young man she was escorting. "Why? You thinking of cutting the tour short and taking a dip?" she asked, thinking there was a hint intended with his last question. "There really isn't too much left to show you anyways, and the other rooms are easy enough to find. Plus, if you're thinking of living here you'll have plenty of time to familiarize yourself with the rest of this place. So, if a swim was your intention, then go right ahead."
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 1, 2008 22:17:26 GMT -6
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“Uh-huh. You say that now, but you're trouble. I can already tell, what with you standing out in the street with nothing but a backpack on and then helping a known criminal in killing civilians,"
Bacchus grinned as he looked from the pool to her, “I don’t know what you are talking about, I was simply running out of a burning building where my only clothing caught fire, and I was brutally assaulted by the cops and then pretty young girl comes to save me, that’s how I remember it.” Bacchus held back from his grin growing, he was sure she was the type to get a laugh out of acting innocent when they both knew he wasn’t. he looked back to the pool feeling like he could just fall from where he was into there. He loved the water whenever there was anything bugging him in life the second he would submerge his body it all felt like it would melt away. I'm an alright swimmer. I mean, I don't know any fancy strokes or anything, but I can get around in the water alright," "Why? You thinking of cutting the tour short and taking a dip?" "There really isn't too much left to show you anyways, and the other rooms are easy enough to find. Plus, if you're thinking of living here you'll have plenty of time to familiarize yourself with the rest of this place. So, if a swim was your intention, then go right ahead."
Bacchus’s face let up like a Christmas tree when she said it was okay. “Really? I mean I was think bout jumping from here, but I’d probably break the window into the pool in the process. But if it’s cool with you absolutely I want to go.” Bacchus bent down and ripped the pants below the knees like it was a thin pice of paper and then looked back to Isabel, “Okay I’m ready, you being joining me right?”
"Yes, I really must stop making a habit of rescuing nudes in distress and letting them follow me home. Lisa can't overlook it forever, and the police only have so many officers left," she replied, again feigning concern over the ridiculous comment. "Though you, I'm sure, should by now know better than to stand out in the open when wearing nothing," she accused, jabbing a finger in Bacchus' direction and biting her lower lip lightly to keep the contagious element of his grin from infecting her own features. He did not need encouragement of any kind. Encouragement was the opposite of ignoring his little comments and actions, and she was barely able to keep up without egging him on. However, that contagious aspect of his smile did coax a small one from her as well in his excitement of her permission for him to take a swim. If his grin got any bigger, it probably would have split his head in two. "Uh, yeah, I suppose I could join you," she replied in response to his question. She had her own locker in the woman's changing rooms, though she didn't use it too often. Come to think of it, she hadn't been swimming in ages. She had intended to leave Bacchus to his fun in the pool and wander off to find her own entertainment, but the prospect of going for a swim sounded quite nice at the moment. "You go ahead and I'll go get a bathing suit on. Just don't break the window on your way over, or you won't get to swim at all," she said, giving a look like she half expected it might get broken anyways.
Turning from her guest she headed off to the changing room, slipping easily through the doors and finding her locker. After she'd switched outfits, carefully storing her bloodied clothing in her locker and adorning her bathing suit, she slipped back out into the gym and made her way over to the pool. She had a two piece suit on, the top cut a few inches above the bottoms, just enough to show off her bellybutton and a bit of skin. Both pieces were colored a green similar to the color she wore in her other outfit, with perhaps a few light shades of difference. She also had two large towels in tow, on for herself and one for Bacchus, both of which she tossed over on one of the poolside chairs. Easily she took a seat at the edge of the pool and slipped her feet into the water. The temperature felt nice. It wasn't cold like it would usually be in the summer, though it wasn't heated enough to be considered hot, either. It fell somewhere comfortably in the middle. "So what do you think of the place so far?" she asked, once she'd located Bacchus in the large structure. "You think you'll end up sticking around, or are you going to keep looking for some place that might be more to your tastes?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 2, 2008 0:13:03 GMT -6
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Bacchus went to the pool while Isabel went to go change her clothes. After walking through the doors leading to the pool Bacchus carefully put his back-pack off to the side on a chair in perfect sight from all angles of the complex, if someone was going to take it he’d know.
Bacchus walked to the side of the deep end of the pool and stretched his arms a bit. After a minute or so Bacchus went to the diving board and went to the edge and jumped once, then on the second and third time making himself denser and on the fourth time he jumped off high into the air he did four flips and two summersaults before landing into the pool with a small splash.
Bacchus floated in the water staring at the ceiling until his nose picked up on Isabel’s scent. Bacchus lifted his head out of the water and looked towards Isabel and then floated on his stomach towards her he stopped a few feet away and let out a small ‘looking good’ whistle and the turned on his back and floated towards Isabel.
"So what do you think of the place so far?" "You think you'll end up sticking around, or are you going to keep looking for some place that might be more to your tastes?"
Bacchus dove under the water and popped up near Isabel, “So far? I love it, good food, great rooms, better girl.” Bacchus winked and then said, “I think I’ll like it here.”
Isabel just stuck her tongue out at the young man floating in the water when she heard the whistle echo through the large room. Stupid boy and his stupid hormones. She'd never get a moment of peace at this rate, though she hadn't honestly expected to get much of a break once he'd gotten started. And really, she'd just been asking for trouble the moment she agreed to get into the pool, knowing full well that she'd have to change into a bathing suit before she got into the water. So much for not encouraging the fool. Crazy Australian. She knew he'd be trouble the moment she saw him, what with him wearing no clothes and being surrounded by police, but she'd never gaged just how much trouble he would be. The again, she was trouble as well. She was just a different breed of trouble. She watched passively as he floated here and there and then ducked beneath the water and popped back to the surface closer to her, answering her questions when he did so. Again she just rolled her eyes at his 'better girl' comment and reached out a hand, placing it on top of his head. "Oh you like it now, just wait until you have to go see Lisa again to fill out the residential paperwork," she said before pressing down with her hand in order to dunk his head under the water. "After that we can find you a room to stay in." Shifting her own position she pulled her legs up out of the water and laid down on her stomach, crossing her arms near the edge of the pool and leaning her wight on them. "Hey, Bacchus," she said, waiting until after he had resurfaced once more, thinking on an idea that had crossed her mind a short while back. "What are your thoughts on human superiority versus mutant superiority? You think things should be different from how they are now?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 2, 2008 2:09:30 GMT -6
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"Oh you like it now, just wait until you have to go see Lisa again to fill out the residential paperwork,"
Bacchus was pushed under and slowly resurfaced, “why’s that Lisa pain?” he only met her for a few seconds and he didn’t really talk to her. But from what he saw from her she had a way to clean of a desk and had an eerie smile on her face. She defiantly creped him out.
"Hey, Bacchus," "What are your thoughts on human superiority versus mutant superiority? You think things should be different from how they are now?"
Bacchus just replied with a “yes,” and then listened to what Isabel had to ask him about mutant and human relations. Bacchus just ducked under the water for a second after taking a deep breath and sank down to the bottom of the pool. He was there for two minutes figuring how best to answer her, yes he believed tat mutants were indeed superior, and they shouldn’t have to answer to humans. But wiping them out, that wouldn’t be okay with him, at least not his friend. Bacchus resurfaced after 2 minutes and looked to Isabel, “No things aren’t good now, I’m not a politician or an activist, this is just how I see things. Things as they are now are messed up, mutants and humans fighting needs to stop, mutants are the next step in the evolution and I think we shouldn’t have to bend over on or backside to do what they tell us to. Survival of the fittest that’s what I feel.” He though to his friends for a second and then said, “However if the survival of the fittest means the my friends are going to die off I’ll do anything I can to keep them in the category of the fittest.” Bacchus went back down and resurfaced, “How was that for an answer?”