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.
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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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"I may have made an agreement with you, but you left loopholes," Isabel shot back, quickly dropping the mostly destroyed body she'd dragged from her latest mechanical target, the added weight making her a bit uneasy in the air, even with the missing flesh making the corpse lighter than it had originally been when still alive. Taking a brief moment to appreciate the splatter the body made when it came in contact with the still spinning blades of the descending helicopter she then turned her attention back to Bacchus, slowly beginning another wide circle in her gliding. She had almost completely forgotten about their time limit, and with all the noise it wouldn't be hard to believe that she'd not heard the alarm she'd set on her cell phone. She reached down simply to lay her hand against the patch of fabric where the device had been tucked, for the moment just making sure it was still there. It would be equally as unsurprising if she'd somehow lost it in the havoc, especially with her two new modes of travel. Thankfully the phone was still safely tucked away, but she didn't dare pull it out to check the time while she was still in the air. While she'd been able to figure out the mechanics of her gliding, it didn't mean she'd remain stable if she let her attention drift too far and she lost too much focus on the fact that she was an almost uncomfortable distance from the ground. Thinking that Bacchus was probably close in his assumption of the time, she didn't bother chasing after the remaining choppers. If he decided to get rid of them, then so be it. If he let them get away, she didn't particularly care. With Isabel's chosen lifestyle it was hard not to get her face plastered on the news at least once in a while. If any of the remaining machines belonged to news crews, she was sure she could get out of whatever trouble was stirred up, especially with friends like the ones she had in the Order.
Carefully changing her direction she headed back toward the rooftops, slowing a little as she approached before quickly converting her wings back to the legs they had previously been, dropping only a short distance and stumbling just a little bit before getting a solid grip on the patch of roofing she'd landed herself on. It was easier converting the bones back into legs than it had been for her to adopt a more wing-like form for them. She didn't have to worry so much about their size and weight. Only when she was steadily on her own two feet, the other six leg-like bones sitting idly in place, doing their work to keep up her balance, did she take the time to pull her phone from her pocket and flip it open to take a look at the time displayed on the screen. "Hm, you're right. It's been nearly two hours already," she said, flipping the phone shut once more and tucking it back out of sight. People were right when they said time flew when having fun. It felt like she'd only just begun. If it had not been for the dull ache of fatigue that was slowly creeping into her body, she never would have believed they'd been out for so long already. "What do you say we ditch out new friends and make our way back to the Sanctuary?" she proposed, looking back to her newest acquaintance. "But, before we do that, we are getting you some clothes! You are not getting back into that building without at least a pair of pants," she continued, lifting her body from the ground as she spoke, getting ready to start moving. She had noted the apparent irritation in one of the boy's eyes, though she figured it wouldn't be too difficult for him to remove it, though she didn't suppose he'd risk damaging the eye by changing the object's size, if it were at all possible to damage the bit of flesh.
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 13, 2008 15:37:53 GMT -6
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"What do you say we ditch out new friends and make our way back to the Sanctuary?"
Bacchus nodded in agreement, he had fun but he was tired and again hungry. It had been a few days since Bacchus had a good nights sleep and he was long over do for it. Bacchus opened his mouth and let out a large yawn as his tongue curled slightly the way a lion’s tongue does when it yawns. Bacchus’s eye started to tear as the bullet that was irritating him before was being forced out. ‘Problem solved’ thought Bacchus.
“But, before we do that, we are getting you some clothes! You are not getting back into that building without at least a pair of pants,"
Bacchus looked down at his naked self and then looked over to Isabel and smiled, “I left my wallet in my other pants….” Honestly he would have been fine going back into the sanctuary and going to get his backpack and then getting some money but she seemed pretty firm about her discussion for Bacchus.
Bacchus looked at the bottle of vodka and threw the remainder of it at the now retreating choppers causing one to burst into flames. Bacchus looked to Isabel, “So I think I won our little bet.” He let out a big grin waiting for her to agree to his comment.
Isabel gave a roll of her eyes at Bacchus comment about his lack of money as well as the little joke in that statement, falling into a lazy motion as she began heading off of the current building she'd situated herself on and off to the next, moving in the general direction of the Sanctuary. "We just spent the last two hours raising Hell out here and you're worried about paying for something? We can stop on the way back to the Sanctuary and just grab a few things. But first you're going to have to shrink back to a more normal size," she replied, moving off toward the edge of the building to survey the streets for anyone who might pursue them. Deciding that she didn't care either way, she descended to the street at the next gap between buildings that she came to. Once on the street she lowered herself down onto her feet and smoothly retracted the spider-like bone legs, no longer feeling the need to use them, since she was now on the ground again, not expecting to be knocked around too much at this point. She could think of at least two or three places to pick up some clothing between their current position and their destination. It didn't particularly matter which one they went to, since she figured her new acquaintance would just grab something like jeans and t-shirts. She would be happy enough once she got home and could take a hot shower and then just curl up and unwind somewhere in her pajamas after throwing her clothes in the wash.
She looked up in only mild curiosity at another eruption of sound as Bacchus tossed his liquor bottle at one of the retreating choppers. Well, that was one less to worry about, whether it belonged to a news crew or the police. Thankfully this time any and all glass that fell hit the ground a good distance away from her. She had a decent number of cuts in her skin by now from the glass that had fallen earlier as well as from any bullets that had managed to miss the spines she'd previously created. Only when her mind drifted to them did they begin to ache and sting. She would need to stop by the infirmary at some point before she settled into her room for the night. Luckily the Sanctuary had still managed to hold on to a few healers, so she wouldn't have to fuss over bandages or stitches if such things were needed. A trip to the Infirmary wasn't really anything that she worried about, it was more of a nuisance than anything else. With her acquaintance's next little comment, she looked to him with a bit of skepticism. "We can argue about winners and losers later," she replied rather dismissively, looking back ahead of her and scanning the shops for one of the better clothing stores. "We have other things to worry about right now, like getting you some pants. And getting back to the Sanctuary so we can kick back and relax for a little while."
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 14, 2008 23:40:36 GMT -6
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"We just spent the last two hours raising Hell out here and you're worried about paying for something? We can stop on the way back to the Sanctuary and just grab a few things. But first you're going to have to shrink back to a more normal size,"
Bacchus grinned, “Wonder how the creepy lady at the front will react to my wardrobe malfunction.” He thought back to the lady behind the overly neat and tidy desk and shuddered, ‘no one should have a desk that clean, and her smile…creepy.’ Bacchus could already tell she didn’t like him and the fact that he was naked probably wouldn’t help her like him much more, unless…
"We have other things to worry about right now, like getting you some pants. And getting back to the Sanctuary so we can kick back and relax for a little while."
Bacchus nodded as he shrunk down to his normal naked size. Waiting till Isabel was near him he said, “Strange, usually girls can’t wait to get my pants off, but here you are begging me to find a pair. Sides we both know who the winner is, and I’ll be expecting my prize after I get some pants on.” Bacchus winked at her and turned walking back in the direction of the Sanctuary.
"Lisa's pretty calm and collected for the most part. She's seen some strange things in her time at the Sanctuary. I doubt a second bout of streaking will phase her too much. Though I plan to have clothes on you to prevent that," Isabel replied, looking to Bacchus who was now of normal size, though still a good couple of inches taller than she was, grinning a little at the sight of his shudder. "You get used to her eventually. And even then it's really not too hard to avoid her. She's almost always working at her desk when she's not giving a tour to any new residents, so you'd only have to see her if you're passing by. She's usually engrossed in her work anyway, though what exactly all that work is even I don't know." She'd always assumed they were residential forms and any other paperwork associated with the mutants that drifted in every now and again, but there couldn't possibly be that much to type out and file, could there? Well, either way she was immensely grateful to the young woman behind the desk for doing all that work. No doubt there would be some big mess or other without Lisa tirelessly doing whatever it was she did. Isabel certainly would not want to be stuck with any kind of paperwork. She'd only recently been acknowledges as Syn's second in command, and thus far she'd simply been asked to keep select Order members in line. She wouldn't like having to do any paperwork as well, as no doubt those running the Order and the Sanctuary would need to take on the task. And so in regards to paperwork, Lisa was full of Awesome.
With Bacchus next few statements, Isabel quirked a brow at him, unable to keep from thinking a few unkind thoughts in regards to the women portion of his batch or words. "Well I'm not exactly like every other girl out there, as I would think is at least partially evident in my choice of pastimes," she replied, looking back ahead of her with a slight air of distaste. "And it doesn't sound like much can be said for the girls you're used to, if they're so worried about getting you down to your skin," was all she said in terms of her thoughts on that subject. The boy was cocky, almost overly so. But he was a boy, and as such his ego most likely got in the way of rational thought from time to time. She made no move to agree or disagree with his last comment about the winner of the contest. He was leaving loopholes again. Ones she fully intended to exploit. She knew what he meant, of course, but she was too much of a brat to follow that knowledge and would instead continue to give him a hard time. Instead she ducked into the next shop they passed, deciding that the clothes held within would be good enough for the moment. Languidly she went to stand by the counter, leaning an elbow on it and smiling lazily at the cashier on the other side. "You go and pick out a few outfits, Bacchus, one for now and a few you can throw in your closet once we find you a room," she said, planning to wait right where she was until it was time for them to leave. "And you," she said, turning to face the cashier and smiling pleasantly while doing so, "You are going to leave us be. If I find that a silent alarm had been pressed, then you are in for a world of trouble. Though I doubt the police will be responding any time soon either way."
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 19, 2008 13:55:04 GMT -6
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Lisa's pretty calm and collected for the most part. She's seen some strange things in her time at the Sanctuary. I doubt a second bout of streaking will phase her too much. Though I plan to have clothes on you to prevent that," "You get used to her eventually. And even then it's really not too hard to avoid her. She's almost always working at her desk when she's not giving a tour to any new residents, so you'd only have to see her if you're passing by. She's usually engrossed in her work anyway, though what exactly all that work is even I don't know."
Bacchus nodded he was glad to have gotten the tour from Isabel and not from ‘Lisa’. Isabel seemed more normal to him than Lisa who just came off as abnormal. Also being with Isabel made Bacchus feel somewhat at home, one of his friends back home had the same personality about them, confident collected and interested in fun. But back home their idea of fun wasn’t killing it was more flirting and going to parties, of all the things he missed the most about home was Erica, even though he never would admit it to her. "Well I'm not exactly like every other girl out there, as I would think is at least partially evident in my choice of pastimes," "And it doesn't sound like much can be said for the girls you're used to, if they're so worried about getting you down to your skin,"
Bacchus smiled at her and said, “You know I’m a catch, if not you’ll learn in due time. I’m the perfect gentleman.” Bacchus did a slight bow in Isabel’s direction as he continued his teasing. “Deep down all girls want the same, just a little attention!” said Bacchus as he caught a breeze and shivered, ‘biggest drawback to being naked.’ thought Bacchus as the walked into a clothing store. "You go and pick out a few outfits, Bacchus, one for now and a few you can throw in your closet once we find you a room," "And you," "You are going to leave us be. If I find that a silent alarm had been pressed, then you are in for a world of trouble. Though I doubt the police will be responding any time soon either way."
Bacchus let out a small laugh as he got changed in the middle of the store, “I love a woman who takes charge,” he continued to laugh as he picked up a few shorts, pants, boxers, and a bunch of different shirts. After he was done he walked towards Isabel with new clothes and a few dozen outfits and a few pairs of shoes under his enlarged right arm, “well let’s go then shall we?”
"Oh yeah, you're a real catch alright. Now I just have to figure out how to get rid of you again," Isabel said in reply to his own little comment, shaking her head, but allowing a small grin to creep across her blood spattered features. "And I get enough attention on my own, thank you. After the media coverage and police warrants following me around, I've got enough of it to last a long while." She knew that wasn't the kind of attention that Bacchus had meant, but she was a difficult individual and would not give him the satisfaction of making anything easy, if she could help it. She didn't bother replying to his last little comment as she continued to lean against the cashier's desk, occasionally glancing from the browsing Bacchus to the woman behind the counter to make sure she was behaving as Isabel had told her to do. She took charge because life demanded it of her on more than one occasion, but she would not go into such a discussion with the young man she'd met only hours prior to this little shopping spree. With another glance back at the cashier, she smiled pleasantly and straightened up once more before moving around and behind the desk to stand next to the young red head who had been unfortunate enough to pull the afternoon shift at the store. She seemed to be the only one in the building at the moment, though since it was one of the smaller clothing stores on this street, it didn't usually need any more than one person running it at a time. Isabel had noted the woman's fidgeting and the uneasy darting of her gaze, which had settled on the desk before her a little too often for the bloodied girl's liking. "You don't mind if I just take a peek down here do you?" Isabel questioned, crouching down to take a look at the underside of the desk. "I didn't think so." As expected, there was a small button nestled underneath the counter, which undoubtedly sent a distress signal to the nearest group of people that could assist her. With the least expended amount of effort, she slid a small bone from her fingertip and pried the button away from the wires underneath before continuing on to rip the small wires from where they rested.
Smoothly she stood back up, the bone disappearing just as quickly when she heard Bacchus' saying he was ready to take off again. For a brief moment she let her gaze drift over the outfit he'd thrown on and the pile of clothes he'd grabbed to take with them, seeming to deem it an appropriate amount for the time being as she slid back around to the front of the counter. "Alright then, next is getting you back, finding you a room where you can put all that stuff and picking up a resident form from Lisa on the way," she said, removing herself from her spot by the counter and heading toward the shop's door. She fought back the urge to send a grin in the young man's direction after she spoke. She already knew that Bacchus didn't like Lisa, but if he was going to live at the Sanctuary, he had to fill out the forms, and Lisa's desk was the place to get them. However, with at least one of his arms full, she'd probably end up asking for the forms in the end, not that Lisa really bothered her any more. And if the forms were forgotten about, Lisa would most likely be the one calling after Bacchus to get a hold of them, so he'd have to deal with her at some point anyhow. It was good enough in Isabel's mind. "And thank you so much for your generosity, Miss. It won't be forgotten. Who knows, maybe we'll stop by again sometime," she said, grinning devilishly at the young woman behind the counter instead, who by this time seemed about ready to faint. Isabel didn't doubt she'd be quitting within the next few hours, if not sooner. "C'mon, kid. We don't want to hang around the streets for too long, in case any reinforcements that may be left show up and start looking for us."
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 28, 2008 22:51:26 GMT -6
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"Alright then, next is getting you back, finding you a room where you can put all that stuff and picking up a resident form from Lisa on the way,"
Bacchus shivered as a cold feeling ran down his spine, “Really I have to talk to her? She scares the hell out of me almost as much as…” Bacchus coughed and didn’t finish the sentence he almost exposed his fear of large groups of people breaking out in song and dance. That was the biggest fear for such a manly man such as Bacchus, if he saw that go down you’d see him going giant and booking it as fast as he could the opposite direction. “Yeah lucky me let’s go get the papers done with…I hate paper work…” said Bacchus with a sigh. Bacchus could tell that Isabel was fighting back a grin which in turn made him grin, “you just love to torture me huh?” said Bacchus with a laugh. "And thank you so much for your generosity, Miss. It won't be forgotten. Who knows, maybe we'll stop by again sometime,"
Bacchus smiled and waved to the girl, “Thanks for everything Sheila, just make a tab for me, I’ll be sure to come back and visit you!” Bacchus smiled and winked at her as left the building. “Don’t think she’ll be working there when I come back, shame… she seemed like she could have given me a discount…” Bacchus looked to Isabel and smiled. "C'mon, kid. We don't want to hang around the streets for too long, in case any reinforcements that may be left show up and start looking for us."
Bacchus looked to here when she said kid again, “You got it Sheila” said Bacchus trying to tease her. Bacchus then cracked a grin, “So when are we gonna talk about my prize for beating you in our little time trial?”
"Aww, Bacchus is scared of a harmless little secretary? Poor thing," Isabel cooed mockingly, her grin growing wider as she cast a sidelong glance at her newest companion. He'd get used to the pretty young receptionist at some point, though it may be later rather than sooner judging by his expressed distaste for the woman. He wasn't the only one at the Sanctuary that was more than a little unnerved by Lisa, but he was one of the few that had openly admitted being afraid of her, a fact which Isabel would of course exploit simply for the pleasure of teasing him. After all, he had made it just so easy for her. Another brief glance was cast in his direction at his next comment, before she let her attention drift away once again. "Oh don't be such a baby. It's just two, maybe three papers and it's all really simple. Name, age, height, mutation. Blah, blah, blah. You can get it done very quickly. Though I wouldn't let it go unfinished for too long, or you'll have Lisa actively looking for it. Believe me, it's never pleasant to have that woman knocking at your door at any time she so pleases. She's not shy about waking people up," Isabel cautioned, knowing first hand due to missions or favors she had been elected to do at ungodly hours for who knows what reason. She didn't even bother looking to Bacchus when he tried to pin her for exactly what she was doing, instead putting on an air of innocence once more. "Torturing you? Why whatever would give you such an idea? It's like you don't know me at all," she replied, pretending she hadn't the slightest idea as to what he was talking about, the innocent mask rendered somewhat less effective by the several cuts and smears of blood on her face.
Isabel cringed internally at the Aussie slang again, never really having had much care for the name 'Sheila' even when used as an actual name, nevermind when used as a general term for 'girl' as an obvious way to avoid using her actual name. Without much attention paid to his posed question, she slowed her pace when they finally got back to the stairs leading up to the golden doors. Lazily she climbed the steps and swung one door in wide so Bacchus could just step in behind her without having to push the door in as well. She was starting to feel the fatigue her body was settling into, a trip to the infirmary sounding like more of a burden than it originally had, though a shower and change of clothes continued to sound very nice to her at the moment. "We can nitpick about winners and prizes later. Right now you need papers, a room, and a shower," she said, once more avoiding having to settle on the contest matters. Perhaps she did like torturing him a little bit. It served him right for running around without pants on, anyways. "Hello Lisa," she greeted, turning away from the young man and toward the woman behind the clean desk, pushing back the urge to lean against the pristine surface. "I just need a residential form and then we'll be out of your hair," she continued, having to wait for only a moment as the receptionist pulled the forms out of one of her desk drawers somehow without seeming to have done so and handing them over to the ribboned girl. "Great, thanks. Now," she went on, turning back to Bacchus, "We've got forms, clothes, and the rest of the afternoon to relax. Time to find you a room to put all this stuff in. The Living Area is this way, so follow me." A small wave was given to visually reiterate her command for the boy to tag after her, and she headed down one of the Sanctuary's corridors once more.
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 28, 2008 23:51:53 GMT -6
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"Oh don't be such a baby. It's just two, maybe three papers and it's all really simple. Name, age, height, mutation. Blah, blah, blah. You can get it done very quickly. Though I wouldn't let it go unfinished for too long, or you'll have Lisa actively looking for it. Believe me, it's never pleasant to have that woman knocking at your door at any time she so pleases. She's not shy about waking people up,"
Bacchus frowned, “last time some one woke me up I had to get the hell up out of the hotel, I ended up killing the bell hop who thought it would be a good idea for a wake up call… turns out I woke up with a dead body in my massive hands.” Bacchus smiled and held his free hand towards Isabel as he expanded it showing he could clearly crush a human in it. Then he quickly shrunk it and pulled it back to his side as he shifted his weight and tightened around the clothes and shoes in his full arm. "Torturing you? Why whatever would give you such an idea? It's like you don't know me at all,"
Bacchus looked to her and laughed, “I am immune to the innocent act, I lived four girls, I am immune to the charm besides the blood on your face doesn't help to much…” his thoughts went home to the three girls he loved living with and then the other one who was some thing like the bitch of the family. ‘Should really give them a call,’ thought Bacchus to himself. "We can nitpick about winners and prizes later. Right now you need papers, a room, and a shower,"
Bacchus sighed as he entered the sanctuary, ‘she thinks she is going to get away with not paying what she owes… I’m gonna get that kiss if it kills me’ thought Bacchus silently ass he slide behind Isabel as they walked towards Lisa’s desk. "Hello Lisa,” "I just need a residential form and then we'll be out of your hair," "Great, thanks. Now," "We've got forms, clothes, and the rest of the afternoon to relax. Time to find you a room to put all this stuff in. The Living Area is this way, so follow me."
Bacchus refused to keep eye contact with any one in that situation feeling really relived when Bacchus gave the dog orders. Bacchus speed off following her saying, “Woof.”
Isabel simply gave an amused little huff at Bacchus' small demonstration. He clearly did not know Lisa all that well, though that would change eventually if he planned on living at the Sanctuary for any length of time. "Go right ahead and try killing that woman. I don't think it can be done. Not only is she Lisa, but the rest of us wouldn't like it very much. Especially those of us in the little group you've agreed to help out. Lisa's been here since the very start and as such she's fairly important to us. So it's fair to say that to harm her is to ask for trouble." She didn't really think the young man would harm the woman, accidentally or otherwise, but it never hurt to throw out a warning anyways. No one really was certain if Lisa was a mutant or not. If she was, she hid it extremely well. It would be interesting to see the Receptionist in a life threatening situation, though not quite interesting enough that Isabel would wish such a predicament on her. "Hm. I always thought the blood brought something complimentary to my looks," she commented, bringing a hand up to examine the dried blood and small bits of skin under her nails before brushing her palm absentmindedly across her cheek and proceeding to letting it drop back to her side. She had almost instantly regretted doing so, as the brush of her hand upset a few small scratches in her cheek that she'd gained at some point in their little adventure. She didn't give any outward signs of it, but that patch of flesh had begun to sting once more, the dried blood having been pushed aside and fresh blood oozing to the surface to replace what had been removed.
A small shake of her head was given at the sound of yet another 'woof' issuing from Bacchus. She supposed she was treating him somewhat like a dog in the matter of having him follow her around, but she was supposed to be finding him a room as she said she would, so she didn't pay much mind to it. It didn't take too long before she turned down the corridor that made up the Living Area, doors lining either side of the hall, a few more corridors branching off of the one she sauntered down, each containing more doors that belonged to more rooms. Some of the entrances were decorated by signs or other such things, showing to others that those particular rooms had been claimed. Others, such as her own room, had things carved into the wood itself to show others that those rooms were not up for grabs, either. Some occupied rooms had no outward signs of ownership, but for the most part the mutants in the Sanctuary liked the privacy their rooms gave them and therefore tried to make sure others were less likely to intrude upon that privacy. Locating an unoccupied room, she pushed through the door and moved off to the side, stopping only a few steps into the room and out of Bacchus' way. "I think this one'll be alright. All the vacant rooms are pretty much the same, anyways," she said, looking to the young man she'd been escorting. A bed, a few lamps, a dresser, a closet and a television. Accessories could be added as desired. "The shower's off through that door," she said, indicating the bathroom entrance over on one side of the room. "And a key can be requested if you'd like. We don't leave them lying around in the rooms for safety's sake. Though Lisa's the one to ask if you want to get one for yourself," she continued, anticipating that he'd like that little bit of info just about as much as he'd liked hearing about the paperwork. "And if there's nothing else you need, I think I'm going to go take my own shower and relax in my room for a while."
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 29, 2008 11:24:56 GMT -6
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"Go right ahead and try killing that woman. I don't think it can be done. Not only is she Lisa, but also the rest of us wouldn't like it very much. Especially those of us in the little group you've agreed to help out. Lisa's been here since the very start and as such she's fairly important to us. So it's fair to say that to harm her is to ask for trouble.”
‘Never said I was going to just letting a fat be known’ thought Bacchus as he picked up on the threat but refused to acknowledge it. He wasn’t one to give way to fear from a threat. ‘Not a lot that could hurt me and the things I care about are across the planet and even if you could get a hold of them.’ Bacchus trailed off pushing the thought from his head.
"I think this one'll be alright. All the vacant rooms are pretty much the same, anyways," "The shower's off through that door,"
Bacchus nodded as he walked in with a small smile on his face he said, “Ain’t the ranch but it’ll do.” Bacchus looked around at the bed, which he would need to make bigger, the dresser that was a fine size for now and then the lamps, which were never going to change. Bacchus then checked the bathroom and smiled, “Own bathroom think I’m going to like this place.”
"And a key can be requested if you'd like. We don't leave them lying around in the rooms for safety's sake. Though Lisa's the one to ask if you want to get one for yourself,"
Bacchus nodded, “I’ll be able to pick up the key when I drop off this paperwork…” Bacchus shuddered at the thought of having to ask Lisa for anything. “Gonna need a few locks considering how much money I’m gonna be pulling in, right?” Bacchus was convinced that Isabel was telling the truth about running into a few situations where money was going to be lying around. "And if there's nothing else you need, I think I'm going to go take my own shower and relax in my room for a while."
Bacchus grinned as he walked closer to Isabel and then put his finger under her chin and tilted he head up as he went in for a kiss on the lips. Bacchus thickened his skin covering his body waiting for a bone to shoot from her body. After a few seconds Bacchus pulled back and smiled, “Think that was the only think I needed…”
Isabel watched Bacchus with a little less than mild interest, mostly just waiting to see if there was anything else she needed to show him or tell him before she could separate herself from her newest acquaintance and settle in to relax for the rest of the afternoon. She could feel herself descending in a slow mental and physical crash after expending a good amount of energy during their little contest, the small amounts of blood lost and the various flesh wounds not doing much to help. She'd most likely end up dozing off in whatever little niche she tucked herself into. Thankfully Bacchus seemed to deem his new room suitable enough, even if it wasn't quite like his previous home. A new residence rarely ever was. However, he'd get used to it soon enough, and with his outgoing personality she didn't doubt he'd also be making a fair amount of friends in not too long of a time, provided he didn't try to start a fight with them first. Lazily she took a backward step and leaned her back up against the bare wall nearest the door, continuing to watch the young man and wait for either a dismissal or a chance to step away, whichever came first. She gave a somewhat sleepy smile at the comment concerning the boy's income. He was eager to earn, that much was evident, though he'd have to be sure that he was also loyal enough for Syn's liking, otherwise he'd most likely be on his own again. "I don't think anyone will really try and steal whatever loot you drag in here," she commented, giving a small shrug. "But it is your room now, and if you'd feel more secure with some extra locks, then you're free to install however many more you'd like."
She supposed she should have seen Bacchus' next little stunt coming from a mile off. After all, he had been fairly persistent in pursuing the subject of the contest and the prizes involved. And with his demonstrated personality and eagerness to tease her, it really shouldn't have come as any sort of surprise. However, when the boy made his move, her mind was a bit too slow at catching up and processing what exactly was happening. Defensively her body stiffened at the feel of his finger under her chin and before she could make any move to put some distance between him and herself, he had moved to make their lips meet. Wide-eyed, her mind faltered yet again, unable to make her body do anything but sit just about perfectly still. Even after he'd pulled away, she remained still for the brief moments before he spoke yet again, that smug little comment helping the gears in her mind to start turning once more. Slowly her slack features tightened into a venomous little glare. "Idiot!" she spat, raising her arms and pressing her hands against his chest to give him a shove, a few small thorn-like spikes protruding from her palms to help him get the point. She didn't really expect to be able to move him very far, but doubted he'd refuse to give her at least enough room to squeeze past him and away from the wall she'd leaned herself against. Childishly she slammed his door shut as she made her exit and headed down the hall toward her own room. She was going to go take her shower and change into her pajamas. Then she was going to find a nice comfortable place to curl up where she would proceed to silently seethe for a short while.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.