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
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Nov 3, 2008 13:53:56 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"You have only a vague idea of what kind of trouble I am," "And it's not like I expected to find some kid running around naked when I heard the police sirens. I was curious about what was going on, just like everyone else there was. Besides, cops do nothing but get in our way when we're out working. And I don't want to make my friends' work harder for them. So I kill a few people every now and again. No big deal. It's almost expected of me now. I am widely known as one of the main cop killers in this city, after all."
Bacchus turned himself upright as he looked to Isabel, “Right you didn’t plan on running into a naked me but that didn’t stop you from looking, twice or three times? Couldn’t remember…” Bacchus smiled, “your face was so red.” He let out a laugh and again lay on his back lazily looking up at the ceiling.
"Ooh, I'm real scared, 'Mister Trouble'," And I didn't admit to anything. I said' if' I was that kind of girl. There was an 'if' in my statement. You're just not listening very well,” "And I'm sure I can handle you just fine. You're not the worst kid I've come up against so far, and eventually I'll figure out what makes you tick. Besides, I'm your superior now, so you're supposed to listen to me," "Me, on the other hand. I am a serious handful. You think you can handle me? In your dreams, pal," "I'm out of your league when it comes to trouble,"
Bacchus just laughed as he was splashed a little, “you out of my league? Ha you said it your self I am trouble, I think your exact words were demolition crew? Yep that’s me…” Bacchus’s altered the size of one of his hands so it was a giant and flicked with easy as a large wave was headed in Isabel’s direction. “I think it’s the other way around, I am out of your league.” He smiled and then started to swim on his stomach waiting for Isabel to appear from behind the wave, “How bout a contest then miss trouble?”
At the boy's next comment, Isabel practically bristled. It took her a few tries before she could even get anything coherent out in light of both her disbelief in the sheer nerve of his saying such a thing, and the irritation that she could yet again feel her face heating up a little. "I did not!" she snapped, when she was finally able to form the words, glaring angrily at the young man a short distance away from her. "First off, I wasn't expecting to run into some kid in his birthday suit. And secondly, I wasn't expecting that same idiot to make himself bigger while he was still naked. You purposely made yourself hard to miss! And it's not like I stood there staring or anything, I turned right around! Or has your overly inflated ego gone to your head and distorted that little bit of the memory?" This boy certainly knew the right ways to tread on her nerves, but she'd be damned if she didn't get in her own jabs in the process. Stupid boys and their stupid egos. It was a wonder some of them had any room left for an ounce of common sense and practical thought without their pride getting too much in the way. And this one was certainly no exception.
She gave a noise of disagreement with his next statement and opened her mouth to protest yet again before she caught sight of his hand. That was so not fair! Quickly she ducked under the water in order to avoid the brunt of the wave that was directed at her, though it did push her even further away from the young man she was speaking with. Good. She didn't want to be all that close to him anyways. It was getting hard to breath around his ego. Breaking back through the surface of the water she took a breath and brushed her hands over the top of her head, pushing back the hair that fell into her eyes and ridding herself of a bit of excess water. "Just because you can knock things down doesn't mean you're more trouble," she shot back once she began treading water again. "Anyone can make a mess, it just varies in strategy." It was true enough in her mind. While this kid could make all the noise he wanted while spewing bricks and cement all over the place, she could make just as big of a mess with blood and intestines. "Out of my league? You wish, kid. I'm willing to bet that I've been doing this long before you have, and I'm not half bad at it, either." With the boys next proposal she regarded him a bit sceptically. Did she really want to play his game and invite in a bigger headache? Not particularly, but that stubborn, bratty side of her just wouldn't allow a challenge to go unanswered. She could so put this kid in his place. "A contest, huh? What kind of contest?"
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 3, 2008 22:11:42 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"I did not!" "First off, I wasn't expecting to run into some kid in his birthday suit. And secondly, I wasn't expecting that same idiot to make himself bigger while he was still naked. You purposely made yourself hard to miss! And it's not like I stood there staring or anything, I turned right around! Or has your overly inflated ego gone to your head and distorted that little bit of the memory?"
Bacchus laughed teaseling, “Hey I know what I saw and what you did, and look,” he paused and pointed at her face, “almost as red as it was then.” Bacchus smiled as he treaded the water looking her way. He thought about holding back this comment but it already slipped out, “Think about it, at any point you could have lead that situation just like you could leave now, but there is something about me isn’t there you can’t place it but you want to know more right? You did already say you want to know what makes me tick right?” Bacchus gave a smug little victory smile as he kicked up out of the water and landed on his back to float a little more. "Just because you can knock things down doesn't mean you're more trouble," "Anyone can make a mess, it just varies in strategy." "Out of my league? You wish, kid. I'm willing to bet that I've been doing this long before you have, and I'm not half bad at it, either."
Bacchus lazily responded to her, “Strategy huh? I guess my own way of killing humans isn’t enough? How many people you know can explode brains out the back of the head?” Bacchus was a little hurt by Isabel’s comment, he prided himself on that move, not only did it kill them instantly, it was also an intimidation tool he gladly tossed around. A smirk appeared on his face as he spoke, “Not the number of years but the way you use them…” he laughed a bit and shot back up to tread some more then swimming towards Isabel a bit.
"A contest, huh? What kind of contest?"
Bacchus got closer to Isabel and shrugged, ”Not sure on the exact details but who ever could get into the most trouble wins?” he wasn’t going to tell her but he had a knack for finding trouble and only making it worse, he was a giant after all…
"Well obviously you don't because I didn't!" Isabel shot back as Bacchus continued to tease her, bristling even more when he pointed out that she was turning red yet again. "And it is perfectly normal for someone to blush when some kid turns out to be naked! Just like it's normal to do so when someone brings up the memory again!" And he just kept talking! He was so asking for a punch in his big dumb face! Angrily she took a grip on the edge of the pool so she didn't have to tread water anymore, one hand curling around the cement ledge while the other balled into a fist just beneath the water's surface. Ooh, the kid had nerve. And he had little idea about who he was mouthing off to. And though she was loathe to admit it, he did have a point. At least about her having the choice of leaving and thus far having passed on that choice. "I said I would find out what made you tick, not that I wanted to do so," she shot back, trying to keep her voice even despite the anger that was starting to bubble back up again. "I had guns and cameras pointed at me. I wasn't going to just walk away and risk getting shot on the back or ending up on every news channel in New York. Sure, I like playing with the police men, so it was no skin off my back if I stuck around. And I'm not gonna let some kid wander around the street naked. Besides, we like having new people come to the Sanctuary, and I like having new people help out my group of friends. And now I'm not leaving because I'm supposed to be showing you around this place. Besides, I don't think I'd be able to leave you alone for ten minutes without you getting yourself into some kind of mess." She was being somewhat mean, and she knew she was, but this kid insisted on pushing her, so it only made sense that she would snap back at some point.
Isabel didn't bother answering his next question. It was true there weren't many mutants she knew that used his particular method as a killing strike, but she'd seen plenty of other creative styles, her own included. She'd drilled a hole in someone's face with their own sternum in the same fight. It would take more than a split skull to thoroughly impress her. "I have used my years well enough," she snapped at his smug little comments, pressing a little closer to the pool's edge as he swam closer to where she was, not trusting that smirk of his. She hadn't spontaneously started killing people at the Sanctuary's opening. She'd been living on her own for a few years before that. It wasn't the first time she'd killed, nor was her duration in the Sanctuary her start at small scale robberies and property damage. She'd taught herself long enough before then. Again she pressed a little closer to the wall as he again closed the some more of the distance between them, pressing her back up against the concrete, rather than just her shoulder, one hand still gripping the ledge as the other remained free beneath the water. "Whoever causes the most trouble. I can deal with that," she replied, trying to push back her anger enough to think it through a little more rationally. "What's the time limit on this? And what about rules or guidelines, any of those? And what are we supposed to get out of this little challenge? Bragging rights, or something more material?" Every contest did have a prize, after all. And at this point in time she may need a little convincing in order to keep her interest and prevent her from finally making use of her choice to walk away and leave him on his own.
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 3, 2008 23:18:55 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
0
Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"And it is perfectly normal for someone to blush when some kid turns out to be naked! Just like it's normal to do so when someone brings up the memory again!"
He laughed at this, “Isn’t it normal for the one to be naked to do the blushing? And from what I can tell your mutation isn’t only offensive, I am sure you took a few hits that would have knocked out most mutants, so I am sure that a bullet would only burn a little like it does with me. Your not very good at lying Isabel.” He smiled as he floated on his back in a circle motion for a second then swam upright to tread water for a second. “Twelve minutes, I can go for twelve minutes without getting into trouble. The have done studies.” He let a small smirk as he continued to tread water while stating at Isabel.
"What's the time limit on this? And what about rules or guidelines, any of those? And what are we supposed to get out of this little challenge? Bragging rights, or something more material?”
Bacchus smiled as she took the bait, “Well no rules, time limit can be for two hours, so it won’t only test or creativity but our endurance as well… and if you win you can ask anything from me and I have to do it no matter what it is, but if I win,” a large smirk appeared on his face, “well I can tell you what I want my prize to be when I win.” Bacchus was going to win that prize; he had every confidence in his talent for trouble.
"You're not normal," she muttered in reply, still glowering at the young man. He had her pegged yet again on a few points. They could have shot her all they wanted and she still would have been able to walk away with only a few shallow flesh wounds to show for it, and if she hadn't decided to kill anyone she wouldn't have had much worry for the cameras, either. And she was just fine at lying, thank you very much! Playing innocent was what she was good at. Granted she was usually performing for an audience that didn't contain any main witnesses, seeing as she usually had killed them all by that time. Besides, it was harder playing the good girl when she was so flustered. This kid just kept tossing curves at her and she was struggling enough to hit them right back. It was like some twisted mental game of tennis. "Well those studies of yours couldn't have been very accurate. We weren't even in the Cafeteria five minutes before you caused a fight," she commented, attempting to take his smug comments and throw them back at him. Grudgingly she focused back on the challenge at hand, committing the very few bits of info to memory. Two hours, she could do that. And there was the freedom of choice in their prize, though she didn't trust his little smirk or the vague, yet almost threatening, comment about what he wanted out of this little adventure. "Fine. But I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you," she said, finally heaving herself out of the pool and away from him. Grabbing her towel she began wringing her hair out and ridding herself of the water that clung to her body. She wasn't about to go out and cause any havoc in her bathing suit. She would have to change first. She would also have to wait to shower until she got back. No doubt there'd be more blood and dirt on her than there had been when she'd first gotten back to the Sanctuary. "I'll see you at the finish line to claim my prize," she called over her shoulder as she made her way back toward the changing rooms.
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 4, 2008 14:44:35 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
0
Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"You're not normal,"
Bacchus pointed at her, “and nether are you, or are we the normal ones and is every one else different?” this same question was drilled into his head when he was a kid when he first discovered he was a mutant by one of his friends. A sudden urge of being homesick fell over him as he sunk below the water and just laid n the bottom of the pool. "Well those studies of yours couldn't have been very accurate. We weren't even in the Cafeteria five minutes before you caused a fight,"
Bacchus’s ears twitched as he pushed him self to the surface, “Right but that was close to seven minutes of the whole fiasco before right?” he smiled as he knew it had to be or a little more than twelve minutes. He loved being right.
"Fine. But I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you," "I'll see you at the finish line to claim my prize,"
Bacchus waved as he watched he leave the pool to go change. A smile crept over his face as he thought about beating her in the challenge and winning his prize. He had already come up with several ways for causing trouble in the split second that it took him to wrap his towel around his body and tossed his back full of money on and headed off to the front desk to the golden doors to wait for Isabel.
Reaching the locker room Isabel relocated her small locker and changed from bathing suit to normal attire in no real hurry. Wrapping her towel around the wet suit she stuffed it back in her locker and went about brushing off whatever small flecks of blood would fall from her skirt when she passed her hands over them. She'd come back for her wet belongings after her outing. No doubt her current outfit would need to be washed, so she could throw her bathing suit and towel in the machine to get rid of all the chlorine while she was at it. Just as lazily she took up her casual gait and made her way out of the gym, navigating the corridors with ease in order to get to the Foyer. She gave an easy not-going-out-to-wreak-havoc-on-the-city kind of smile coupled with a little wave to the seemingly uninterested Receptionist stationed in the Foyer. There was no way that Lisa didn't know exactly what kinds of situations Isabel got herself into, nor was there much doubt that the older woman knew exactly how innocent the younger girl was in any given situation. But she was good at pretending otherwise. Easily she pushed through the large golden doors, almost surprised to see that Bacchus was waiting up for her instead of having taken off already. "Okay, so two hours," she spoke absentmindedly as she fished her cell phone out of the pocket hidden in her skirt's pleats. A few pressed buttons later she replaced the phone from where she'd gotten it, the alarm now set on the device so she didn't end up overestimating her time limit. "Ready set go," she commented leisurely, casting a brief glance in the young man's direction as she started down the few steps that lead to the street. She only had two hours, after all, and she was eager to find what fun she could.
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 5, 2008 23:20:48 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
0
Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
"Ready set go,"
Bacchus caught the grin as he used the strength in his legs and jumped for the door beating Isabel there. “Later, make sure you pucker up.” He flashed a wink and opened the doors and ran to the left while growing to his large twenty-foot tall self. He stopped the sidewalk and streets as the mass panic had already set in as people were running for there lives as a giant shirtless man was wrecking havoc on their streets.
Bacchus bellowed in laughter as people cleared the streets I mass chaos as the giant destroyed the cars in his path. He wasn’t a big fan of the attention but he had been getting worked up as of late and it was a perfect time to unwind. He was feeling homesick and this was one of the best ways he knew how to cope with the sickness. Bacchus’s giant ears twitched as he heard police sirens off in the distance as well as a few helicopters. Bacchus just smiled, as the bet was a sure thing in his favor.
Lifting his arms Bacchus clapped his hands together causing a large thunderous sound along with a small shock wave resulting in glass on the surrounding buildings raining down from the sky on the numerous people running for their lives. Bacchus walked around stomping on the ground creating small craters in the shape of footprints on the ground. Bacchus turned his head to see if he could spot Isabel near by or wondered if she went her own way.
'Pucker up'. The kid had said 'pucker up'. Isabel did not like the sound of that one little bit, though at least now she had a clue as to what he wanted from her should he win this little bet of theirs, no matter how much she disliked what he was hinting at. Huffily she made her way through the door and onto the street, watching a brief moment as Bacchus took off, once again growing to his unusual size as she'd seen before. Though mercifully this time he'd managed to keep his pants intact. Now she had a choice; Follow after the kid and see what havoc she could help stir up in the already panicking crowd of people, or go her own way and see what she could do to distract from his little rampage and gather her own crowd. Given the two options, it sounded like it would be much easier to just follow after him and antagonize the people even more. Besides, she could already hear the sirens wailing not far off, each belonging to a cruiser or other emergency vehicle scrambling to get to the scene. She was almost surprised at the lack of hesitation from the law enforcement. They had, after all, taken out a small squad of officers and a few news crews only a short while ago. She grinned a bit at the thought of it. Those idiots would do anything for their precious little city, wouldn't they? All in a days work and all of that. Well, she couldn't very well let Bacchus have all the fun, could she? No, she'd follow after him for now. The way things were starting to look, it would be hard enough grabbing some of the attention from him if she joined in, never mind trying to do so from some place further away. He'd already caught the eye of the people she was most likely going to end up playing with anyways, so why not jump in after him and have her fun like that?
Making sure the layer of armored bone beneath her skin was of satisfactory strength and density, she took off after the boy, carefully maneuvering around the craters and over the large cracks in the street where the cement had buckled under his greatly increased weight. Once she'd gotten close enough to begin running into people who were scattering this way and that in a panic, she sprouted spines all across the surface of her body, roughly colliding with anyone who got in her way. It was a twisted sort of reasoning in her mind. Isabel did not make a habit of playing with civilians aside from the law enforcement. She was a cruel little individual, but she was not completely heartless. In moving as she was, it was satisfactory enough in her mind to say that they had plenty of room to get out of her way in time to avoid her weaponized body. If she happened to slam into them, then it was their own fault for not moving soon enough. It was hard to avoid the falling glass, her erratic movement in an attempt to do so doing little good, though both the spines and the armor helped to prevent too many shards from cutting her up badly. Certainly a few managed to slice shallowly into her skin, but nothing was as bad as it could have been had she been running around like the humans in the street. The screech of sirens was far closer now, the first few vehicles starting to pull up to the scene before their officers piled out of them, each pulling some sort of weapon. It would only be a matter of time before a swat team showed up as well. They had appeared at her first fight during the Sanctuary's opening, so she didn't doubt they'd be around somewhere for this little incident. A little clumsily she dashed down the closest alley way, ducking behind the buildings and making her way toward the sirens that way, her gaze shifting back out to the street with each opening she passed. A sudden skid and another turn and she was heading back out toward the former street, aiming for the first parked cruiser that came into sight.
Vaulting herself over a corner of the car's hood, she launched herself at the nearest officer, those dangerous points emerging from her fingertips once again. With a savage intensity she drove the tips through his ribs, wrapping her fingers around two or three of the bones in the man's chest as he fumbled for the gun he had not yet puled from its holster. With more ease than the attack earlier in the day, the bones gave way to her will, the ribs melding together into a messy clump in her hand before abruptly exploding into spikes, each a few inches long. The man gave a few jerks as the spine tips penetrated his flesh and stuck out in random points across his body. By that time shots were already being fired, both at herself and at the giant making a mess out of the street. Disdainfully she let the body drop, instinctively flinching a bit as if moving to duck as bullets ricocheted off the spines covering her body while others found only brief purchase in her flesh before they were forced away by more spines. Turning to face a small clump of officers, she shot back into movement, heading straight toward them. Violently she lashed out with her bone tipped fingers, at the same time throwing shots with her elbows, knees, and any other part of her body she could, tearing up any bit of flesh that came in contact with her. She was starting to play the part of some sort of deranged porcupine, allowing any spine that contacted flesh to release, only to be replaced, but not before instantly barbing them the moment they found purchase in some surface. Bacchus was having fun stomping around and knocking things down, and she was going to have her fun with the people he stirred up. Whirling back around she grinned wickedly as the bodies dropped, some struggling to pull her spines from their bodies, others already dead. No matter. She assumed her large friend would get around to stepping on anything still moving, be it accidentally or otherwise.
Meanwhile she brought her mind around long enough to distinguish the hum of helicopters coming in to investigate, some belonging to news reporters, others to the law enforcement. She couldn't keep the imaged of King Kong out of her head at the combination of the aerial assault and the giant causing havoc in the streets. But she couldn't let him get all of them. She'd never taken down a helicopter before, and she'd be damned if she let this opportunity escape her. Backing up a few steps she examined the buildings closest to her, while trying to keep an eye on the flying nuisances in the sky. There was no way she could get anything from down on the ground, though thankfully most of the choppers seemed focused on Bacchus, which would give her some element of surprise, but how would she get up there? Fire escapes were an option. Every building she could see had them, but it would take forever to get to the rooftops. Once more she resorted to slipping into one of the alleyways between two of the buildings. Irritably she brushed away a strand of a spider web while passing one of the fire escapes when she got her idea. Grinning devilishly she turned to face the wall belonging to one of the two buildings, looking up only a moment to estimate the height before continuing. With an eerie sort of fluidity three ribs on each side of her body bent backward and slid out of the flesh of her back on either side of her spine. It took several pairs of ribs fused seamlessly together before she got what she wanted. Cautiously she lifted her body from the ground, testing the joints and the weight and adjusting the density of various bones in her body before she was satisfied, her grin growing even wider. This little trick could be very useful at some other point in the future. Using both brick walls to push against and grasp onto, she began moving the spider leg-like bones that now sprouted from her back. Slowly at first and then with more speed she climbed toward the rooftop. This was going to be fun.
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 8, 2008 15:09:58 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
437
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
Sweat was beginning to pour down Bacchus’s face as he was stomping about creating chaos in the streets of New York. Bacchus’s throat was becoming dry as well and he knew exactly what he was thirsty for. Bacchus shrunk to his normal self as he entered a liquor store. A minute later Bacchus walked out holding a large bottle of vodka. Bacchus popped the top off and grew forcing the bottle to grow along with the contents inside. The giant took a large swig from the bottle of vodka as a warm feeling ran through out his body and as a burning cooling sensation ran down his throat. “That’s the stuff.” Muttered Bacchus as he took another swig as he began to destroy everything.
Over a small period of time Bacchus had began to notice that more and more people were already sprawled out on the ground with small spikes coming from their bodies. His thoughts were immediately pointing the bodies and spikes to Isabel who he was sure was causing some havoc somewhere else because he could no longer see her.
Sticking his large nose into the air Bacchus picked up on her scent the way a dog would track his pray. Bacchus was close to her he could tell that much but where was she? Bacchus shrugged and began to kick cars into sides of buildings causing the buildings to shake as glass and small chunks of concrete to fall. The sound of choppers began to come closer as Bacchus had to adjust his hearing a bit, the whiling motions of the blades was a painful sound which caused his ears to ring out in pain.
After the adjustment Bacchus found himself looking at a police chopper. H grinned, as it became closer and closer and the zoomed over his head. Bacchus reached his mammoth hand up and jumped forcing his hand to get hit with one of the helicopters rotating blades. He could feel the vibrations of the gears trying to force the blade to continue on its path but it had no luck Bacchus’s skin was far more durable than the gears pushing the blade. The gears gave out as the blade that was hitting Bacchus’s had released itself from the now falling chopper.
Bacchus grabbed hold of the blade and tossed it at a police cruiser that was turning a corner about fifty feet in front of Bacchus. The blade went right into the engine of the car as it was lifted off of the ground and forced to do a few spins before it landed upside down in the middle of the street.
Bacchus started to notice the arrival of more and more choppers some belonging to police and some belonging to reporters. A grin appeared on Bacchus face as he took another sip of his enlarged drink. What better way to get attention from everybody, if the attention was focused on him that means he could cause the most trouble right? And what better way to create trouble than to break an extra law. Bacchus reached down with one hand and ripped the blooded pants causing him to become completely nude.
Almost immediately he saw a reaction from the choppers as the began to circle him at a somewhat safe distance. He grinned again taking another sip of vodka as he raised his abnormally large hand in a fist, he slowly raised the middle finger and smiled. ‘Wonder if Isabel is getting another show?’ thought Bacchus.
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Isabel was starting to get the hang of moving her new appendages as she continued to ascend the building, having to stop every now and again as violent vibrations nearly caused her to slip back down the walls. It wasn't any surprise that her two buildings were probably being pelted with debris from others at points. She just hoped that hers weren't going to be targeted any time soon. At least until she got to the roof. Once more she slipped only a little as something whizzed passed her face, very close to clipping her skin. Irritable the scuttled back a few steps, moving further toward the back of the buildings before pausing to look down again. A few officers had pursued her into the alley way and it had apparently taken a little while before one of them had noticed where she'd escaped to. The item that had passed her was a bullet, by the look of the guns pointing in her direction. It was soon followed by others. Scowling at the interruption she began shifting the spikes on her body, changing their directions until they were all angled in a down facing direction. With her scowl turning into a grin, she watched the humans down below as the spines were forcefully ejected from her body, each sent flying down toward the officers. It only took a brief moment before she could hear the bone tips slicing into flesh of bounding off of brick and concrete below. She just smiled and shook her head as the people fell to the ground in a mess of blood and other fleshy materials. They never did learn. With her reputation you'd think they'd be more cautious and keep out of her way, but they just seemed to come back again and again. But no matter. Without their foolishness she'd have to resort to finding others to play with, and she did just adore having fun with New York's Finest. Turning her attention back to the sky she went back to her wall crawling, moving herself the rest of the short distance to the roof.
Once away from the walls she didn't bother retracting her newly discovered modes of transportation. They gave her far more balance than just her two legs could have offered, and with debris flying and buildings threatening to collapse, she wanted to keep her balance at a higher level, especially now that she was on a roof a good distance off the ground. With some amount of ease she dug the tips of the bone legs into the roof materials, the joints bending enough to allow her own two feet to rest on the ground as well for the moment. Taking her time she had a look around, noting where the choppers where, and unfortunately also where Bacchus was. The first thing she noticed was the over-sized bottle in his hand, which presumable contained a clear booze since it wasn't a water bottle. And of course the second thing she had the misfortune to note was his lack of pants. Again. Honestly, it wasn't that hard to keep a pair of pants on! Once they hit their two hour mark she was taking him to get some clothes if it killed her. He was going to have something to put in his closet back at the Sanctuary and he was going to be wearing some of it! Promptly directing her attention elsewhere she focused once again on the helicopters, but not before noting that her giant friend had also taken to destroying at least one of them. She was going to take down at least one of them. She was determined to do so. It was just a matter of getting close enough to one of them in order to do so. At her current position she wasn't sure she'd be able to snag one, so she'd have to get closer to where they were all starting to congregate, which just so happened to be around the naked idiot, which wasn't much of a surprise, really.
Lifting her body a short distance off the ground again, she used the bones to move herself across the rooftop and to cross the gap between buildings, crossing from one building to the next and repeating the process until she was satisfied with the distance that lay between herself and her newest acquaintance. Once more she let the points of her bone legs dig into the rooftop and let her own two feet find purchase on the ground. The blades of the choppers were the best target, especially the set in the back. If you hit the blades in the back, the chopper couldn't steer, and it spent a wonderful few minutes spiraling in the air before crashing. Setting her sights on one that was slowly circling in her direction, she dug the back four bone legs a little further into the roof, the two toward the front of her body raising into the air in front of her and fusing into one large spike. She paused in that movement only long enough to wait for the Fox chopper to fall into her line of sight before launching the spike in its direction at high speeds. Another pair of bones quickly worked to replace the lost ones as she watched the projectile move, grinning devilishly as it hit its mark. Good aim or just plain luck, she didn't care. That bone had been hard enough to rival condensed steel and seemed to have little trouble in stripping the chopper's back blades from its gears. She couldn't help but begin to laugh as the machine started its spiraling, slowly at first and then gaining more speed. She also couldn't help but hope it hit her new acquaintance. It obviously wouldn't hurt him, but it would perhaps get across her disapproving opinion of his choice to lose his pants. Turning away from the endangered helicopter and its crew, she focused her attention back on those on the street below. With yet another grin she moved closer to the edge of the roof, balancing on the edge as her spider-like bone legs clung to the building to assure she stayed put. She was going to play sniper for a little while.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
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Bacchus took another large gulp from his enlarged bottle of vodka as his ears picked up on helicopter coming closer than the other ones. Bacchus turned around and saw one spiraling out of control in his direction. Bacchus however didn’t react in time for the helicopter crashed into him causing Bacchus to loose his balance for a second. Seconds later Bacchus planted his upraised foot in the ground forcing the ground to quake under the massive force he but behind it. The buildings around him shook in protest as the vibrations reverberated through out their foundations.
Bacchus took another swig of the drink and picked up the fallen chopper that so willingly flew into hi bubble. Bacchus then looked around and spotted his next target as he threw the damaged helicopter into another one forcing it to crash land as the one crashed on top of it. Bacchus raised his hand and lifted two fingers, “That's two now, keep them coming” yelled Bacchus as he took another swig of his vodka. “This much garbage flying about me I’m sure to get that kiss.”
Bacchus smiled, as he was almost sure Isabel was close enough to hear his comments and with any luck this would force her to mess up. As the helicopters seemed to be to boring to try and catch Bacchus decided to go for the police on the ground, which in the sort time he wasn’t paying attention set up a nice blockade. Bacchus laughed as he walked towards the blockade filling his mouth full of vodka only to spit it out on the crowd of officers. Bacchus smiled as the all coughed and gagged after being sprayed. He chuckled as he looked around for something which he found a second later. One of the helicopters was on fire and well they were covered in alcohol. He grinned as he took another swig of vodka and picked up the helicopter that was now on fire only to spit the vodka into the flames, which forced the flames to expand in the flammable liquid in a jet of deadly fire towards the officers covered in his saliva and vodka. Screams sounded in the air as almost eighty percent of the offices caught fire.
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Stubbornly Isabel dug the tips of her bone legs deeper into the bricks and the rooftop as Bacchus caused the surrounding buildings to quake, the tips of the bones momentarily barbed in order to ensure a more secure grip while she waited for her perch to stop shaking. She didn't like his little comment either, her small swell of prideful approval at the helicopter having his the boy's body quickly fading when she heard it. "Not with that booze on your breath you won't!" she shot back, assuming he could hear her since the range of his senses seemed to expand along with his body. She was slowly, albeit grudgingly, coming to terms with the fact that she probably wouldn't be winning this particular contest, especially with the boy using his size to play demolition derby with everything around him. She was, however, a complete brat when it came to getting her way. If she did lose it wasn't very likely that she'd play nice and let Bacchus have what he wanted. She liked to have things her own way, and it would not be much of a surprise if she tried to bend things more in her favor. He may very well end up getting his desired kiss at the end of all of this mess, but no one ever said she would make it easy for him, especially if he insisted on drinking all that alcohol beforehand, and without any clothes on. He had also failed to specify when their prizes were to be claimed and on what terms. Loopholes always were such fun, and she just loved taking advantage of them. And she fully intended to do so in this case as well. Maybe it would teach the boy to be a bit more thorough. Plus, she just liked messing with him anyways.
She had moved to return to her little sniper game when Bacchus suddenly took over her intended targets by setting them all on fire after coating them with the liquid from his over-sized bottle. Oh he was such a nuisance! Angrily she glared at the boy for a moment, one of the bone legs dislodging from the building before being sent hurdling in his direction, only to be replaced by a new appendage. Stupid boy. Huffily she turned her attention back to the choppers, wondering if she could take more of them out. At least two or three seemed to be focusing on her now, though they also seemed to be hovering at what they assumed to be a safe distance away from her after having observed the news chopper's attack and resulting crash. Looking back to her bone legs she wondered what other uses the could create with them. Like, say, flight. Or gliding at least. She was sure she'd be able to glide if she really wanted to. And those helicopters would doubtlessly be even more fun to harass from up close. With a thoughtful expression, she moved herself back away from the edge of the building. Removing the tips of the bone legs from the ground and standing on her own two feet, she concentrated on changing the shape of the bones. Carefully she flattened each of them, fusing the three legs on either side together to make one large protrusion on either side of her spine. Thinking back on the shapes of birds wings, she molded the outline of the bones to be similar to some unknown bird's, taking the time to also thin out both appendages to make them much lighter, at the same time hollowing out her other bones and decreasing their density, careful that her armor would still be enough to protect her from most damage. When she was satisfied with her creations, she stepped back to the edge of the building.
Keeping an eye on the helicopters, she carefully angled the makeshift wings, knowing the general positions they'd have to be changed to in order to navigate. Briefly she looked to the ground before focusing back on her intended targets. If she couldn't effectively glide as she wanted, she'd at least slow her decent to the ground enough that she'd survive the fall. However, she wouldn't know until she tried. With a determined look, she stepped off the edge of the rooftop. With the adrenaline rush that once again overtook her body, she let out another peal of laughter as she managed to stay aloft in the air, slowly beginning to circle, heading straight toward the nearest chopper. Not surprisingly the machine worked to turn from her and head in a different direction. She simply angled her wings in such a way that she'd be sent upward before shifting their angle again just as easily to set her into a sharp dive. Again she sprouted those dangerous talon-like claws from her fingertips as she overtook the first helicopter, using the claws to dig into the metal, careful to avoid the spinning blades as her bone wings shifted to draw closer to her body. Again utilizing the bones of her fingers of one hand she briefly fused them together in order to spear her way through the window on the side of the chopper, quickly making scrap of the camera inside. Apparently it was another news vehicle. Carefully she slid her body halfway through the window, grinning widely at those inside as the small spear separated into five points once more. She could feel the vehicle tipping, attempting to spill her body back out of the window, though she refused to be moved. In a sudden jerk of movement, she set about tearing apart those inside, the chopper beginning its downward spiral as a result. Spreading her large wings one more, she allowed the wind to rip her from the broken window, angling them once more to set off after another helicopter circling near by.
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"Not with that booze on your breath you won't!"
Bacchus frowned as he looked back for Isabel who was now gliding, “You made a bet, and this is nothing the booze will be gone when were done.” Bacchus watched as she began her assault on the helicopters near him. He could easily help of do more but he figured it would only be fair if he let her have a little fun with them.
Bacchus caught a bullet in his eye as he yelled out in a pain filled roar, it wasn’t going to kill him or blind him but it still stung like hell. Bacchus saw a sniper on the roof with his good eye as he picked up a lamppost and javelined at the sniper. The sniper tried to run as the lamppost went throw the concrete wall the sniper was hiding behind. “Serves you right you Bastard.” Bacchus rubbed his eye for a second before walking to where Isabel was as she was fighting the copters. Bacchus looked to her, “is it almost two hours isn’t it?” Bacchus could tell it had been well over an hour but what time exactly he wasn’t sure. He wanted it to be over so he could get the stupid bullet that had managed to wedge itself between his left eye lids making him tear like crazy.