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...?
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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?
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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.
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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Isabel gave a little glare when Bacchus laughed after she spoke, not particularly appreciating that he was finding some form of humor in a perfectly valid set of questions. When he fell into a more thoughtful looking pause, she spent those brief moments trying to keep a hold on that prickling sense of anger that his laughter had caused. It was better to be angry than it was to remain confused and unsure. When he admitted that he thought it could very well just be stupidity she gave a little huff that could be translated into sarcastic, wordless agreement. After all, in some of her more childish of mindsets, boys were stupid, and this one didn't seem to be an exception. With the next slew of words he gave as an explanation, she could feel her anger slipping away just the littlest bit, and she almost let it go. She couldn't help but to agree that she didn't deserve any misplaced anger, and she had in fact said that she was not one of the bad guys, which she honestly believed. However, she was still unused to such a thing. It was more common for her to be looked upon disdainfully, if not for the recent news coverage that she'd gained, then for her big mouth and sometimes harsh attitude, even among some of the newer Order members. Mutants did tend to be more suspicious than their human counterparts, even when within a place like the Sanctuary, which is well known for housing and protecting mutants. It was just strange to have to endure one that was so eagerly open and careless with his words and actions. She nearly fell back into her puzzled thoughts when another laugh from him reminded her that she was trying to be angry about the whole situation. It also made her realize that he had been laughing a lot since she'd run into him, if not for something she said, then for something she did, which she decided she didn't care for either. Though it was perhaps the sudden flare of anger at herself that helped to keep the emotion going. She hated that her mind was making such a big deal over something so stupid, and she held that hatred at the forefront of her mind to fuel the anger she was trying to keep alive.
She gave a little snort at the young man's last statement, turning away from him and glaring at her feet as she picked up her pace again, still heading for the Sanctuary that was thankfully getting closer with every step. 'Live it up', huh? If he was advising her to do that, he must have been dumber than he looked. She had just killed a few cops and probably a whole station's worth of news reporters, and he was saying something like 'best to live it up'. It may not be his idea of fun, but she certainly didn't sit around all day every day waiting for who-knows-what. "'Live it up'," she repeated, somewhat mockingly. "You'd better watch who it is you 'live it up' around or you might end up being the one with your guts strung up in the street like a bunch of Christmas decorations," she continued, almost muttering the words as she lifted her head and slowed down once more before taking an easy turn toward the Sanctuary doors that they had finally reached by this time. She didn't say anything as she climbed the steps and pushed open one of the large doors, the thing being surprisingly lighter than it appeared, letting it swing wide so Bacchus could follow behind her without it hitting him the face. Not that she hadn't debated letting it do so. Lisa, who was predictably sitting at her spotless desk, glanced up at the two, not seeming even remotely surprised by the drying splatters of blood that decorated the pair. One manicured eyebrow rose at the sight of the shirtless young man, her typing pausing for only a moment. "It followed me home," was all Isabel offered as an explanation as she breezed past the polished desk and toward the hallway connected to the Foyer. Slowing to a stop just a few steps into the corridor, she turned back to look at her new acquaintance. "Where would you like me to take you first?"
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 21, 2008 11:49:16 GMT -6
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"You'd better watch who it is you 'live it up' around or you might end up being the one with your guts strung up in the street like a bunch of Christmas decorations,"
Bacchus’s narrowed on Isabel’s shadow as he smiled. Even thought she was almost silent in saying this his ears still picked it up. Thinking to himself, ‘Oh I’m sure it would be worth it though, sides I could always use a little more holiday sprit.’ However Bacchus remained silent for the rest of the walk not wanting to upset Isabel anymore than he had already.
Bacchus’s had a slight look of surprise as he saw the large golden doors, ‘ritzy for a homeless shelter’ thought Bacchus as Isabel swung them open with ease. Walking into the building Bacchus ran his hand on the large golden doors with a smile on his face ’Has a nice feel to it’. Looking around there was a lone women in the entrance sitting at a disgustingly clean desk Bacchus first noticed the smile on her face, ‘Creepy’ was the one word that came into his mind. Bacchus looked back to Isabel as she began to talk again.
"It followed me home,"
“Woof” said Bacchus as he followed Isabel into what he would call an abnormally large hallway.
"Where would you like me to take you first?"
“Why don’t go with the places you like the most? I’m sure I would like those places.” Bacchus grinned as he waited for Isabel to respond, he really like her company and the fact that she seemed to keep being confused by him was all the more enjoyable.
Isabel quirked a brow at Bacchus' answer to her question, giving her expression a look very close to one asking if he were serious. Thankfully this time she was not quite as surprised by the words that left him. His responses were mercifully falling into a vague predictability that she was slowly trying to adjust to and become a little more familiar with. The more predictable he became, the less confused she would be, and at this moment in time she wouldn't have minded that so very much. She much preferred the anger she was trying to keep alive as opposed to losing her footing once more and getting caught up in her mental questions and puzzlement. Though infuriatingly enough, she could still feel that part of her cramped up somewhere in the back of her mind willing to let her anger slip away when he offered to give her some sense of control over her current situation, regardless if that sentiment was intended out of sincerity or just more cockiness. Again she fought against that part of her consciousness, trying to shove its opinions to the furthest corners of her mind where it would fall into nothing but background noise, rather than letting its opinion grow and gain more shape by paying any positive attention to it. It helped a little that the young man was grinning at her again. It helped by nearly making her bristle with hostility toward him, no matter if that wave of violent feeling was well deserved or not, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smug little expression clean off his face. However, no matter how tempting it was, getting blood all over the Sanctuary's nice clean floors was not something that would be overlooked as easily as the blood on her outfit. So she'd let the urge subside. For now at least.
She only spent the briefest of moments making sure she was not visibly bristling, like she felt she was internally, before she turned rather sharply and began heading down one of the adjoining corridors, heading toward the elevator that would take them to the first section of the Sanctuary that had popped into her mind. The doors opened almost immediately after she'd pressed the outer button, and she quickly stepped inside, only waiting long enough for Bacchus to follow behind her before she punched in the series of numbers that she'd been taught in order to work the thing. The number sequence was a safety precaution, ensuring that no one without it would be able to access any areas of the Sanctuary that they were not supposed to find. It didn't take long for the elevator to reach its stop, though to the ribboned girl it felt like much longer. She didn't care for being shut into a smaller space with her current company. It meant she couldn't walk off and leave him behind if she chose to do so. Isabel was out of the enclosed space almost as soon as the doors had opened up enough to allow her to fit through. "The Library," she announced, stepping through one of the large doors that was just a short distance away from the elevator. It was one of the larger spaces that made up the Sanctuary. Isles upon isles crammed full of books lay on either side of the room, each section made up of two or three separate cases. There were armchairs, small tables, and reading lamps arranged comfortably in the center and in a few other more secluded spaces further into the room. Bits of artwork were scattered tastefully throughout the interior, and an older woman in horn-rimmed glasses sat at a desk that very closely rivaled that of Lisa's in how organized it was.
Isabel moved off to the side a little, stepping closer to the shelves that made up the fiction section of the library, which she much preferred to non-fiction. "Everyone living here is few to come up at all hours and read or browse the stacks for however long they like, though I'm sure there are more books here than you could ever read in a lifetime," she commented, absentmindedly letting her gaze flit from book title to book title. It wasn't hard to catch the lack of the harsh bite her tone had previously carried with it. Instead her voice had become much calmer, and she almost visibly relaxed. It was as if just being in such a comfortably quiet area of the luxurious building infected her own mood and helped her anger to dissipate as it had been threatening to do. "Despite this place being home to a lot of mutants, it's pretty quiet in here. It gives some of us a comfortable place to relax and think, or to get lost in a book." She almost regretted speaking that last bit, for she was sure she'd end up escaping to one of the more secluded reading areas in here once she had separated herself from Bacchus later on after the tour.
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 21, 2008 22:21:44 GMT -6
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"The Library,"
Bacchus nodded in agreement he called it she was a bookworm. Bacchus followed her all the way there, keeping the thoughts to himself until they walked through the doors of the library. Bacchus’s jaw dropped “Damn, I know why this is your first pick to show off, it’s a beaut. Defiantly can see this place being my favorite room.” Bacchus looked over to a book that was on the shelf closest to him and opened it up, ‘Cooking Light Annual’ “Ah a cook book” said Bacchus as he skimmed the pages with interest. After a second of reading he realized he was still on a tour he put the book back and said, “Well know what I’m making for dinner.” "Despite this place being home to a lot of mutants, it's pretty quiet in here. It gives some of us a comfortable place to relax and think, or to get lost in a book."
Bacchus looked to Isabel as if she seemed that she was lost in thought or regretting something, Bacchus refrained from smiling this time and with a serious tone, “You Okay?” Bacchus noticed the sudden change in her somewhat cold demeanor before they arrived in the library. ‘Does she hate being not being in control of the situation that much?’ Thought Bacchus as he looked around the library again. “Where to next?”
Isabel couldn't help but to grin at Bacchus' reaction to the Library as her entered the room and took a look around. It was somewhat of a smug grin, but a grin none the less. Even those who disliked even picking up a book, nevermind reading one, had little choice but to be impressed by the room itself. It was just one of the Sanctuary's gems that Isabel had favored throughout her stay in the building. She'd had nearly the same reaction as the young man when she'd first found her way into the hoard of books. She let her gaze drift away from the books she'd been scanning and back to the individual she was escorting through the building. She could still feel that level of distaste for him simmering in her mind, though by leading the way into the first of a few of her favorite rooms, her level of comfort was slowly rising to rival that of her distaste. It seemed as if she'd been wise in wanting to hurry back to the Sanctuary back out on the street when she'd first been attacked by the nearly overwhelming sense of confusion and wariness. It seemed she'd been right in assuming that placing herself in the area she was most familiar with and attached to in all of New York had indeed helped to restore some of her confidence and was slowly easing her mind as well. However, it was still a little too early to tell if that growing ease would persist once outside this particular room or any of her other favorites. Judging from the volatile feelings that arose from her own reactions to Bacchus actions and words, as well as the anger she felt toward her own silly mental inquiries and derailment, there was a good chance the unkind words and gestures would return. It was probably a good thing then that the young man had not voiced any objections to a quick tour of the place, since it meant she could probably separate herself from him after and find some little niche to tuck herself into so he could relax for a short time and sort through her thoughts. However, aside from the chance of hostility existing from meeting this boy and spending a lengthening time in his company, there was probably just as good of a chance that she would gradually relax around him a little more through shorter encounters, especially once she'd allowed her mind to relax for a while.
She couldn't quite keep the look of mild disbelief from her expression as the young man proclaimed that the Library may very well become his favorite room. She wasn't able to tell if he was being sincere, or if he was simply throwing out more mild flatteries in order to appear complimenting of her choice. Judging from previous statements, it could very well have been the latter. However, he did seem genuinely lost for a moment in one of the cookbooks he'd lifted from the shelf and paged through. She never would have pegged him for an enthusiast of books, much like she wouldn't have guessed he was one who liked to cook. Sure, he would have had too cook at least once in a while, since he seemed to have been living on his own, but most bachelors that she'd met were much more likely to favor take-out, rather than making their own meals. She waited as the young man flipped through the pages of the book with more patience than she would have thought she'd have possessed at the current moment, occupying herself by skimming a few more titles, taking note of a few that sounded particularly interesting that she'd take a look at next time she visited this room. If the books themselves proved to be as interesting as the titles, she may even conveniently forget to return them when she was done reading them. Her bookshelf had become rather empty since the Raid, after all. As Bacchus spoke again, signaling that he was no longer lost in his book, she looked up and away from her bookshelf she'd stopped in front of, looking over to the young man a little questioningly, wondering at the sudden change in his light-hearted tone. "I'm perfectly fine," she replied, just a hint of defiance seeping back into her tone, the puzzlement wiped from her expression once more. She didn't need is concern, genuine or not. She was perfectly fine, just as she'd said. She could take care of herself just as well as, if not better than, anyone else could, and she firmly believed in that little bit of information.
When asked where they were headed next, she simply turned back toward the door and gave a signal for him to follow behind her. Again she entered the elevator and pushed a series of buttons that would take them back to the ground floor, stepping back out the moment the doors opened up to the hallway from before. Putting on a look of confidence in where she was headed, she lead the way down one corridor and then the next. She stopped only when she came to a set of intricately carved doors of wood, inset with decoratively inlaid steel. Pushing open one of the doors, she stepped into a monstrously large and extravagantly furnished room. It was even more immense than the Library, though the number of statues, candles, and various other items seemed to crowd it a little. "This is the Cathedral," she announced proudly, stepping in and off to the side once more so Bacchus could follow and move about a he pleased. Red and white lights illuminated the interior, dim streams of sunlight streaming through the large stained glass windows. There seemed to be more depictions of various demons than there were of black-winged angels, but it really only added to the atmosphere. Isabel never had held any negative feelings toward the cruel looking creatures that decorated the place. Instead, they seemed to interest her, weaving their own stories whenever she examined them. At the back of the Cathedral, in front of an onyx altar stood five luxurious thrones, each set for one of the senior Order members, though none but the Order knew about that. Everyone was instead told that they were set for those that gave the services of any masses that were held. Not everyone at the Sanctuary was Christian, after all, and so it wasn't anything unusual to have unorthodox means of worship for any number of interested mutants. "This place is always open, just like the Library is. Just like a lot of our rooms, actually," she said, letting her gaze wander over the lavish room. "It's almost always empty whenever I come up here, but there are at least a handful mutants here that come to pay respects or to pray. Others just come to enjoy the architecture and the decorations."
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 22, 2008 21:58:53 GMT -6
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"I'm perfectly fine,"
There it was again, that defiant tone that said I could take care of myself. That was a quality Bacchus highly respected when it came to women; he liked the more independent types anyways, less clingy. The signal came and again Bacchus followed obediently as the walked through more doors and down more halls until they reached a set of carved wood with steel framework on it. The doors opened to reveal a gigantic room,
"This is the Cathedral,"
Again amazed one of the rooms in the Sanctuary Bacchus’s jaw lowered as he muttered, “Holy Shit”. Those were the only words he could say at the time, he was moved by the design and law out of the ‘Cathedral’ he would of called it art. Stain glass, demons angels it was powerful stuff. What caught Bacchus’s attention was the five seats before the alter ‘wonder who sits there, bah if it’s any importance she’ll mention it.’ Bacchus thought as he continued to look around the beautiful room riddled with extravagant artwork.
This place is always open, just like the Library is. Just like a lot of our rooms, actually," "It's almost always empty whenever I come up here, but there are at least a handful mutants here that come to pay respects or to pray. Others just come to enjoy the architecture and the decorations."
Bacchus nodded in agreement, “I can see why this place is amazing.” Bacchus’s thought were cut of as his stomach started to roar, the sound could easily be heard from fifteen feet around him, ‘when was the last time I ate?’ thought Bacchus as his mind was already on food. He looked to Isabel, “Sorry bout that, got a mind of his own, any where we can get some grub?”
As much as she was loathe to admit it, the kid was actually gaining a few points in Isabel's favor through his reactions to the two rooms she'd shown him thus far. She could see well enough that the impact the Cathedral caused on him was genuine enough, which eased up her previous suspicions of his response to the Library. It wasn't hard to impress others with the beautiful architecture and the exquisite decorations, but she always did like to see others appreciating them about as much as she did, though they were more verbal about it than she now was. She allowed a somewhat amused huff to escape her as Bacchus' words echoed around the immense interior of the Cathedral, grinning proudly at the look of shock that had blossomed over his face. "Careful, kid. You let you mouth hang open like that and you might start catching flies," she commented, watching carefully as she noticed his gaze lingering in the general direction of the lavish thrones set at the altar. She was almost grateful he didn't ask about them. She'd had to make up an explanation about them so many different times to any of the new residents that she'd escorted to this particular part of the Sanctuary. She'd gotten most of the details down now, but it had been a strain at first to remember all the important bits that she'd fabricated about them. After all, it simply wouldn't do if she were to tell the truth. 'Oh those? They're nothing. Just the seats of the elder members of a radical mutant group planning to unleash our own level of terror on the world in order to get our point across and gain the respect we deserve.' Yeah, not exactly the kind of thing you spread around, especially when under the guise of living in a building meant to protect and shelter mutants. Fabrications were much more appropriate.
Isabel gave a slight nod of agreement as Bacchus proclaimed how amazing the room was, her own gaze traveling from floor to ceiling, left to right, refreshing her memory of the place. She actually gave a start at the sudden loud growl that erupted into echoes throughout the room, her head swiveling around so she could look back at the young man, questioning the oddity in her expression, while at the same time trying to rein in the hints of surprise her features held. With the explanation offered, her gaze dropped momentarily to his bared torso, looking still somewhat puzzled, as if not quite believing that such a loud noise could have come from an organ that was much smaller by comparison. But then again, this was a mutant that seemed to be able to control his size at will, so it shouldn't have been such a shock that he could produce a large sound as well. She'd heard him amplifying his voice during the earlier fight, after all. "Yeah, we can head over to the Cafeteria next," she replied, looking back to his face, before once more walking off ahead of him, leading the way toward the kitchens and the cafeteria. It was a shorter trudge to the eating area, and she easily swung open the door, holding it momentarily for her company to take before entering the room. Unlike the previous two, this section of the Sanctuary was buzzing with noise from several groups of mutants conversing over a meal or meeting at a table to discuss the latest gossip. It kind of reminded her of a high school, especially since the Sanctuary seemed to attract a good number of teenage individuals. The tables were mostly off to one side of the room, while on the other was the area where one could grab a tray and heap on as much food as they liked, just about every area being self-serve. "Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, this place has it all and it's up all day long. The kitchen area is open all night, so anyone's free to come up and grab a snack or fix themselves something to eat if they get hungry. You can get as much as you like to fill up that rumbling gut of yours, and then we can see what else there is to be shown of the Sanctuary, if you're still interested."
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 23, 2008 21:13:06 GMT -6
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"Yeah, we can head over to the Cafeteria next,"
Bacchus was so happy he jumped a little in the air and let out “Oh yeah.” Kool-aid imitation aside Bacchus was glad he couldn’t hear the harsh tones that she had been giving him the entire day, or he was just hearing things.
Bacchus again followed Isabel as she maneuvered the hallways and corridors. After a brief walk Bacchus could not only smell the food, but also he could also hear the loud groups of people in what he assumed to be the lunchroom. "Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, this place has it all and it's up all day long. The kitchen area is open all night, so anyone's free to come up and grab a snack or fix themselves something to eat if they get hungry. You can get as much as you like to fill up that rumbling gut of yours, and then we can see what else there is to be shown of the Sanctuary, if you're still interested."
Laughing as he heard her say that, “that might be a mistake, I eat…. A lot.” Said Bacchus as he sniffed the air to determine the different scents. ‘Salt pepper, garlic…’ Bacchus ran the scents of the different spices in his head trying to figure out what ones he usually uses in any of his dishes. Another couple scents caught the air, ‘perfume’ looking to source of the scents he found several fairly attractive girls surrounded by a large group of boys. Looking to Isabel Bacchus said, “Bit like high school, the blokes flock to the girls like lost dogs looking for a meal bit of pathetic actually.” Bacchus didn’t realize hit but he actually ended up yelling it. From time to time he lost control of the volume of his voice and from time to time it got him in trouble. This time was no different. The group of guys looked up and gave Bacchus a death stare as some of the girls blushed and giggled.
Noticing the looks “What they hell they looking at?” he looked to Isabel with a look of confusion on his face.
Isabel nearly laughed when she was told that the young man she was escorting ate a lot. It was almost funny that he'd be concerned about affecting the supply of food that was brought into the Sanctuary on a daily basis. "You honestly think you're the only one here with a large appetite?" she questioned, quirking an eyebrow at him. "You're in a home for mutants. A lot of people here had mutant sized appetites. High metabolisms, big stomachs, expended energy. There's no end to reasons that the people here have for eating so much. So don't think you're the only one who will be filling up a tray, possibly more than once," she concluded, drifting off toward the side of the Cafeteria where the food had been laid out. A sandwich was sounding pretty good to her at the moment. She was by no means one of the mutants with a larger than average appetite, but she had just played a nice game of tag with the police and a bunch of reporters, after all. And a workout like that tended to fuel ones appetite, even with blood drying on her outfit. She hadn't even realized that she was hungry until she'd smelled the appealing aroma of the food that had been set out in the large room. It almost felt as if her own stomach would start growling, though thankfully it behaved itself.
It was then that Bacchus spoke, describing the atmosphere exactly as she thought of it. Or rather, he yelled. Again he'd given an involuntary start at the sudden volume of the words, turning to look back at him with a blank expression. Glancing over at the table of boys and girls that had suddenly gone quite hushed, she bit her lower lip slightly, trying unsuccessfully to cover up a grin that was quickly spreading across her features. It became even more unsuccessful when she began to laugh. She wasn't even sure why, but the bewildered expression on Bacchus' face combined with his words and the reactions from the other teens just struck her as funny. "You-" she said, trying to speak clearly through her silly giggling. "You kind of... of shouted, Bacchus," she managed after a moment, working to stifle her laughter. She grinned over at the angry young boys and the giggling girls. "But, think on this," she began, having finally managed to stop laughing, looking over to her company and speaking just loud enough that she was sure the same group of kids could hear her. "Are the boys more pathetic for reducing themselves to slobbering dogs in following the girls, or is it the girls that are more pathetic for going out of their ways to attract the attention of mongrels in order to feel special?" she concluded, smirking when the giggling from the table stopped abruptly once the girls realized that they were being insulted. Isabel simply shrugged and sauntered off to get that sandwich of hers.
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 25, 2008 19:04:58 GMT -6
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"You kind of... of shouted, Bacchus,"
Bacchus looked at her for a second like he was crazy but then realized what she was talking about; his voice sometimes is louder than he wants it to be. Bacchus’s face went from embarrassed to happy the second he saw her grinning and giggling. Afraid of how it was going to come out Bacchus spoke, “Wow shame you don’t smile more often, your laugh is cute to boot.” He then looked back to the group as they were staring at them. All the guys had an upset look on their faces as Isabel spoke the girls in turn saw the same look on theirs. "Are the boys more pathetic for reducing themselves to slobbering dogs in following the girls, or is it the girls that are more pathetic for going out of their ways to attract the attention of mongrels in order to feel special?"
Bacchus laughed “think the mongrels are, cause the second they smell a better meal the most likely go there, which,” Bacchus put a little more emphasis in his voice, “I usually stick to one scent.” ‘Bad analogy there mate’ thought Bacchus as he grabbed a whole pizza, five burgers and ten sandwiches.
Bacchus ears twitched as he heard one of the guys in the group mutter something. Bacchus picked up an apple and whipped it at him knocking the mutant over and sending him flying a few feet from where he was sitting. Bacchus face frowned as he looked at the bloke on the floor. “Careful what you say bout her mate.” Looking to the group he was with two of the guys stood up as Bacchus raised his hand and enlarged his middle finger as it stood up. “I just took him out with an apple, think it end well for you blokes?” they sat back down as a smile of a satisfied look appeared on Bacchus’s face as he turned back around and put a few apples on his tray. Looking from his overly full trays of food he looked up to Isabel, “So this I all free.” Sounding as if he wasn’t sure if there was a catch or not.
"You make a good point," Isabel commented, not bothering to grab a tray from the pile, since she wasn't going to be getting a quantity of food that required her to use one. "However, consider this: You say the boys are more pathetic for chasing one scent after another. But, what about the girls, who know the mongrels will do that, but try their very hardest to get them to give them a positive wag of their scraggly little tails, anyways? So is it more pathetic to chase, or is it more pitiful to bait?" She knew very well that she was instigating, or at least helping to do so. She was more sympathetic toward mutants, but even some of them didn't seem to deserve that level of camaraderie she tended to feel. Plus, high school drama was stupid, and she didn't see any reason to encourage it. She could care less if the children were glaring at her. Let them glare. There didn't tend to be many newcomers that actually did anything about her comments or actions. She didn't really have the cleanest of reputations, her main point of recognition being that she was a cop killer. She had also been here a lot longer than these mutants. A lot of them were still in the stages of acting tough, but never really doing anything about it, a fear of punishment having been ground into a lot of them from parents, the law, or even the Registration. She'd goaded reactions out of a few of them, but for the most part they were fairly docile. "You 'sick to one scent', huh?" she mimicked, casting a glance at her acquaintance over her shoulder before moving on. "So does that mean you're just another dog chasing his own tail? After all, a dog is still a dog, no matter how many trails he follows." A bit harsh, perhaps, even if there was no trace of malice in her voice, though she didn't seem to be concerned about it.
Isabel was just picking up a paper container with her chosen sandwich in it when she heard a hollow sounding thunk followed by a much heavier whump. The room got quieter by a few decimals at first, before it erupted into even more murmured voices, a wave of excitement almost becoming tangible in the air. Her head whipped around to see what the sudden commotion was just as Bacchus was issuing his threat and flipping the bird at the targeted table. It almost looked as if a fight was going to break out as Isabel turned her body fully to face Bacchus and the table of kids, which was now missing one of its members. Another threat spoken and any intention of a brawl dissipated into begrudging submission. "Yeah, everything's free," she assured her acquaintance as he asked, sounding almost distracted and in a rush to get the questions and answer out of the way as her attention focused back on Bacchus and away from the table, the females members of which were now cooing over the seemingly unconscious body of one of the boys. "What was that about?" she asked, knowing full well that he'd know exactly what she was talking about, her attention riveted to his face, as if she'd find some answers there. "That's a good way to start a fight, kid. Food fight, physical fight. You're lucky those idiots backed down, for the moment at least.," she scolded, well aware that she was probably making a huge hypocrite out of herself. She had been involved in their verbal jabs, after all. And she had also participated in a food fight on a massive scale a while back. She also knew she probably wasn't being anywhere near intimidating, or even very serious, as a grin kept threatening to break out across her face once more. She even found herself wishing she'd seen the kid's face when whatever it was had connected with his head. "Not even hear an hour yet and you're already trying to get me in trouble with the Receptionator."
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 25, 2008 20:24:43 GMT -6
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"You 'sick to one scent', huh?" "So does that mean you're just another dog chasing his own tail? After all, a dog is still a dog, no matter how many trails he follows."
Bacchus thought about it for a second as he looked down to his tray then back to Isabel, “Well if you put it that way you make me sound like an animal. Like to think I’m a little more than a dog, but if you had to sum it up I guess you could say I was one then, but you got to admit having loyalty ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” Bacchus smiled as he went back down to his trays which were piled with food contemplating to toss some more food on there.
"Yeah, everything's free,"
An excited look appeared on Bacchus’s face as he took another tray and filled it with chicken wings. “Oh yeah, gonna be the first decent meal I had in a while.”
"What was that about?"
Bacchus frowned and looked to her “bloke over there said something at your expense so I whipped an apple at his ugly face, things like that shouldn’t be said bout any girl I’m with.” He looked over to the group and a noticed two of the boys were ready to start something. He grinned at the thought wondering if they were actually stupid enough to try something after he just took out one of their friends with nothing but an apple.
"That's a good way to start a fight, kid. Food fight, physical fight. You're lucky those idiots backed down, for the moment at least.,"
Bacchus looked back to Isabel as she spoke, “Those idiots can try, don’t think they can do a lot to hurt me.” Bacchus tapped his stomach to give off a dense sound clunk sound as a hammer hits solid wood. “Hard skin harder insides. You saw the bullets bounce off my body, something we have in common I think, didn’t see you with any bullet holes in ya.”
"Not even hear an hour yet and you're already trying to get me in trouble with the Receptionator."
Bacchus had a straight look on his face, “They started it, I just finish it, they shouldn’t have said nothing bout ya, think the message got threw to that one.” Bacchus said as he pointed to the knocked out kid lying on the ground next to bits and pieces of apples scattered about.
Bacchus followed Isabel as they walked to a table. Bacchus focused hard on holding his five large trays full of food steady hoping none would spill. Bacchus felt a rush of wind as the one of the knocked out mutants friends ran by and knocked the trays out of Bacchus’s hands. “You gonna pick that up?” asked Bacchus trying to hold back from getting mad. A flash of light shot by as Bacchus felt something pressed up against his chest as the other kid had swords for hands and they were bent on Bacchus’s torso.
Isabel couldn't help but to agree that there was something to loyalty. It seemed like it was increasingly hard to find as time crawled on. She was loyal first and foremost to her beloved group, The Order, a faction that was being kept securely under wraps until Syn said otherwise. Unfortunately she'd seen others defect from that group, and she was almost embarrassed to say that it had really upset her. Friendships and such had also been lost in the past, though it was fortunate that new ones continued to crop up, which gave her hope that the world was not yet spiraling further downward as the days passed. She almost felt bad for having indirectly called Bacchus a dog, but he didn't seem to be too upset about it, his attention easily shifting to more positive matters, so she let the slight prick of guilt fade and pass. That was until she saw him frown. That expression alone was almost enough to alarm her, and she couldn't quite figure out why her heart had given a small lurch at the sight of it. She hadn't even known him for half a day, but she was already used to seeing him with some goofy smile or grin on his face, rather than any kind of negative emotion, especially with anything she'd said throughout the entire day. She'd expected him just to laugh and brush off her comments yet again, not to frown and go on the defensive. She hadn't known why Bacchus had thrown what he revealed to be an apple at the kid that was still sprawled on the floor, one of the girls having moved his head into her lap while the others fussed over him, trying to bring him around again. And there he was throwing her for another loop. It was a rare occasion when someone felt the need to defend Isabel in some way. She was the murderous girl with the thick armor and a quick draw, after all. Most counted on her to take care of her own self, and she was included in the group. "They're just cowards," she muttered, unsure really of what else she was supposed to say to him.
As she set her own container with her sandwich in it on their chosen table, she again looked up in confusion as Bacchus' own heaps of food went crashing to the floor, making a big mess. It wasn't hard to find out what the cause was once she saw one of the boys from the table standing close to Bacchus with a pair of large knives pointed at the young man's chest. Apparently they were his hands. The second mutant made his presence known when he sped behind Isabel and passed her, bumping her roughly and causing her to stumble. Boys weren't supposed to hit girls, but no one ever specified the rules in a mutant fight. A second pass and she had a strand of her hair pulled, her body turning to follow, attempting to reduce the painful force put behind it. Angrily she stuck out her leg as the blur of color went to pass her again. The mutant stumbled into visibility for a moment, giving her enough time to shove him before quickly retreating nearer to Bacchus. Smoothly she was producing her own sword, though there were no barbs attached to it this time. It was smooth and far less lethal, but it would still do some damage. She new her acquaintance had a thick hide, since he was lacking in bullet wounds, but it didn't mean that she'd worry less when there was a pair of swords pointed at his midsection. She planned on taking full advantage of the momentary lapse of attack from the speeding mutant, as he tried to gain his footing in the slippery mess he'd created with Bacchus' trays of food. Quickly she brought the sword up and pointed it at the second's throat. She didn't plan to hurt him seriously, but she wanted him to back off. "Not a good idea, kid," she said, glaring at the boy. Almost hesitantly the kid grinned, bringing up one hand to knock away Isabel's own sword, the tip of the bone scraping along his chin as he did so. She brought the weapon back around, and blunting the tip for a moment, shoved it at his chest, causing him to back up a step or two, enough so that his weapons were no longer trying to dig into Bacchus' flesh. Everything was so much more complicated when you couldn't kill the person. "C'mon, Bacchus. You stirred up this fun, so you might as well join in."
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 25, 2008 21:42:33 GMT -6
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"Not a good idea, kid,"
Surprised was the best look that he could describe that he had on his face, why was she protecting him? She knew that this kid couldn’t do nothing to him so what was the deal? Was she warming up to him or was she protecting the kid from the terror of BUFG : Big unfriendly Giant? Either way he was glad he had some one letting him know that he wasn’t entirely alone in the Sanctuary. A smile on his face appeared. “Aww Isabel didn’t know you cared.”
"C'mon, Bacchus. You stirred up this fun, so you might as well join in."
A monstrous loud laugh reverberated throughout the cafeteria as he got the okay from Isabel to fight back. He had a score to settle with these two guys, not only was his food knocked down but also the speedster hit and pulled Isabel’s hair, these guys were going down. Laughing again Bacchus walked right past Isabel as he walked towards the guy with the knifes. A whoosh sounded as Bacchus grinned and stuck out his right arm and made it denser, the speedster had know time to stop and was clothes lined as he ran into Bacchus arm. Bacchus leaned down to the now knocked out speedster, “Gunner is so much faster than you, plus he doesn’t smell nearly as bad.” Looking him up and down the kid seemed at least eighteen years old. Holding his nose as he picked up the speedster, ”Wear some deodorant trying so hard not to throw up in me own mouth.” Bacchus threw him into the direction of the girls next to the other unconscious mutant. “Isabel hope you don’t mind if I take this one.”
Bacchus then looked over to the knife wielding guy while pointing and said, “You your gonna first go get everything your buddy knocked out of my hand then clean up this mess, and when the speedster comes to I want him to apologize to her,” Bacchus pointed to Isabel. The guy responded in forcing both of his blades at Bacchus, naked torso with all of his strength.
Isabel just ignored Bacchus' initial comment about her caring. She was a little busy trying to keep her attention on the knife wielding mutant, anyways, though she knew that part of her consciousness was pleased to find that the young man had not been offended too deeply by what she had said, since he still appeared to be on joking terms with her. She was equally as pleased when the young man moved out of the range of the knife mutant. She was used to violence and bloodshed by now. It was almost a daily occurrence it seemed. But no matter how many scrapes the Order got itself into, she still cringed at the idea of her friends putting themselves in harms way. She knew perfectly well that those in the order could care for themselves, just as Bacchus was apparently unaffected by physical injuries, but that didn't mean she'd worry any less about them. She loathed seeing her friends hurt, especially if she believed there was something she could have done to prevent them from sustaining those wounds. She was a sufficient killer. She knew this about herself, even if she constantly pretended otherwise. But even a murderer such as herself had a soft spot somewhere. Hers just happened to be her friends, and she'd be damned if anyone tried to do anything to them, mutants within the Sanctuary included. She'd lowered her blunted weapon only a little, pointing it at the boy's chest, but not touching it. It was a warning, rather than a threat. And she was foolish enough to think he'd heed it. Her attention shifted to Bacchus for only a moment as the speeding mutant was taken out and demands were issued. Unfortunately with his last statement about taking out the second kid, she'd focused a little too much attention on her company and their little rival took the opportunity to chance another attack.
Isabel didn't think, she just reacted. The minute she saw that blur of movement, her attention snapped right back to the boy she was supposed to be keeping an eye on. Just as he went to pass her, she took a step back and brought up one of her legs, her foot connecting solidly with the side of the boy's face. She could feel his jaw shifting unnaturally under the pressure. As the kid stumbled back with the blow, she used her momentum to take another step toward him, and took a swing with her arm. No longer blunted, the tip of her sword cut cleanly from the upper right of his bellybutton diagonally to his left shoulder. It was a shallow cut, and by no means life threatening, but she was sure it would get her point across. She grinned wickedly as blood began to seep first in a neat line, and then spreading into a messy blur, staining his shirt and dripping to the floor. The kid would be perfectly fine. There was an Infirmary in the Sanctuary that had employed a couple of healers. She'd be sure a healing mutation was used rather than stitches. She wouldn't give the kid the satisfaction of earning a scar and having the chance to fabricate some exaggerated story about how he'd gotten it. She would have liked to see him suffer through a slow healing process, but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of earning more of the attention she'd been criticizing only a short while ago. Casually she pressed the tip of her weapon rather close to his open wound, pressing lightly against his skin as he made a ruckus over the pain he was in, no clear words able to escape him through his broken jaw. "I told you it was a bad idea," she commented, looking away from the mess of a kid on the floor and back to Bacchus. "Too late, already swatted this fly," she said to him, grinning proudly at her accomplishment. She had, after all, managed to down the kid without killing him.