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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She was glad the pink haired girl seemed to have control of the back, and so she stood up as something cought her eye in the distance. Rena upon seeing Alex thrust back by the barrier rushed forward to the barrier edge, stalking the line as she did, she wanted to help him now that she saw she was there. As the barrier opened and Alex was pushed through she breathed a sigh of relief, though she was a bit dissopointed when it closed before she could exit it. Still She kept her guard up, ready to strike when the barrier went down. She understood her fellow mutant was protecting her and for that she was grateful.
"So Windy, How you fare against bullets? Those cops get here this could turn violent" She said, even as she stepped on one of the bodies of her victims, a moan could be heard from the body, but it was weak and the man would not live for long. She fared less well against bullets, as they were ranged and she was not.
SHe watched as a few people ran from the back, they were very afraid of something, but they could not get through the barrier, and Aura pounced, the aura around her hand formed into a hammer like object which she slammed into the mans chest, though the man struck the barrier and was flung back across the sidewalk, he was easily in the best condition of the group. "Animals can not police them selfs, only sentient beings can do that" She said casually, as she considered pursuing the other targets. Instead she stayed near the misty eyes man, laying at her feet.
Looking down she shook her head, they would pay they would all pay for her losses. As she waited her chance she casually began changing the weapon on her arm, from a sword, to an axe, a set of claws and finnaly back to the hammer like form. "With him, the cops will not shoot, afraid to hit their own." She said an explanation, though she was actually trying to explain why He was still alive. Looking over to Alex she smiled softly, her expression turning warmer. "Are you hurt, My friend?" She asked concerned.
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Alex turned to face the crowd when suddenly, the same barrier that had just repelled him pulled him through it. He landed on his back, shaking his head at his sudden disorientation. The world had seemed to flip over and the room span lightly.
Alex's head cleared a bit as he watched a girl surrounded by a pink aura charge forward. He had seen her before...the gas station. He didn't recall her name, and couldn't even remember if she had given it. She looked at the man at her feet after thrusting a group away from the barrier.
"With him, the cops will not shoot, afraid to hit their own."
Alex nodded. Hostages might escalate the situation, but they hadn't started it. Though it might get messy if the cops decided to make a scene of it. Drunk idiots were one thing...
Alex glanced up when the pink-auraed girl turned to him. "Are you hurt, my friend?"
Alex shook his head. The room had stopped spinning and he climbed to his feet. He glanced back at the white-haired girl. He had thought he had heard her say something, but he hadn't caught what it was. He turned back to the pink-aura girl.
"I'm fine. In fact..." Alex reached out, grabbing a crowbar from the floor with some dancing lightning. The metal bar flew to his hands and he pointed it towards the crowd. "I would say I am great." He surged the energy from his hand and hurled the bar from his hand like an arrow. The bar cut through the wind and pierced into the crowd. Alex didn't see where it hit, but it had to have hit something. He reached out and levitated two of the rocks that had been thrown through the window.
"And wouldn't you know it. They provide me with ammo. How sweet." His voice was mocking. Honestly, how stupid could these people be? Oh no, there are people with the organic equivalent of automatic rifles, while we have clubs. Lets try and attack them. How far did they think they were going to get? Alex raised the stones to shoulder height and flung them into the waiting crowd.
Apparently the barrier had shifted pushing some further away and pulling the lightning elemental and a few others inside the barrier itself. Of course Aura and 'sparky' made light work of them, subduing them in no time at all. Some of the men currently being held up against a wall by Megan's threats, took their chances to run. Due to the nature of the barrier they were flung in a number of directions, luckily mostly away from the store front. Megan was thankful for Windy's barrier, and thankful that no more of the 'animals' where pouring towards the store front. It meant less trouble from those mutants inside and around the book shop, at least until the police showed up and threw them all in jail for inciting a riot, even if the humans where the ones who started it. There was clear bias in law. It was just wrong. In fact, in a few vague ways it reminded her of the second world war. Prejudice, subjugation...
Ah, but the one foolhardy individual that stayed put wanted to put up a bit of a fight. Of course he did, he was angry at 'mutant freaks' for no real reason, or at least that's what Megan got from it, and angry people did stupid things. Or maybe, he was cleverer than the pink haired Asian gave him credit. If the police came a saw her holding him up with a knife that was for all intents and purposes highly illegal without a license and a good reason, neither of which she had... well, it could only go one way. This would just not do. Megan had only just gotten used to this life she had stepped into, she didn't want to have to go on the run again, or die for that matter. That wouldn't do at all. Without being able to switch bodies she would have been done for. Now she just had to get her final opponent to join his fellow thuggish humans outside.
Megan advance on him and pinned him to the wall with a combination of her knife and her body. The thug seemed to be in a bit of predicament. He was delighted to have the body of a good looking young woman, many times his junior pressed up against him in such a way, and yet he wasn't quite so delighted at having this knife digging into his throat. Oh Megan wouldn't cut him don't worry, she just didn't want him to know that. “If you weren't so insufferable you might have a better life” she looked outside at the barrier and the group of humans still milling around outside it occasionally throwing things only to get them thrown back at them. ”And maybe you'd have better friends.... and possibly some alone time with someone like me” she giggled sweetly again. Before carefully pressing the knife into him once again. “Now how 'bout you get out of here before the police turn up and you look like some crazy man holding up a book store of girls”
And with that she pushed him out of the doors with a sudden burst of adrenalin-fuelled strength.
Things seemed to be winding down, everyone getting a hold on their respective situations, which the lightning wielder continued to hack into the inside edge of the shop assistants barrier. They were all fools. The only person that she would have considered anywhere in sensible was the white-haired girl and the .... previously scared girl now floating out of the front window with a soft hymn following her through the air.
Okay that's definitely a new one, Megan thought with a raised eyebrow as she deposited her knife into her pocket through the dimensional gateway and back into the void.
Hearing those tell-tale sirens she slipped down to the floor against a toppled bookshelf and messed up her shocking pink hair slightly. It was time to attempt to look like a victim.
As Cailyn came outside it was a sight to see. A mob of people not getting through some kind of aura that was emited from a girl. The aura had spikes and weapons coming from them. Cailyn touched the aura but she could not pass through. It did not matter since Cailyn wasn't really Cailyn now. She was in possesion of her powers and rendered helpless to them.
She looked at the mobs and she extended her hand. It was twitching and twisted. "Taste my fear." She softly and slowly whispered to the mob of people including the police that just pulled up. People suddenly looked at each other and started yelling and screaming as if there worst nightmare was standing right next to them. Cailyn closed her eyes and started breathing heavy. This extend of her power really took it out of her and she could not keep it up very long. Hopefully for the people who weren't affected this was the time to run.
Ghost swiped the air in front of her and a blast of atmosphere echoed her movement, swatting some of the rocks that Oak Street had thrown down and away from anything living. "You are so not helping this situation." Her barrier wobbled a bit and she was forced to turn her attention back to maintaining the crowd's safety as best she could.
Ghost was getting tired. Tired of baby sitting mean people and tried of saving people that were too stupid to just leave when they saw danger. She heard sirens distantly and sighed that strange slithering, echoing sigh. Back up was coming. Someone would make the crowd go away and then she would finally be able to rest.
Speaking of danger... a girl that Ghost hadn't even realized was inside before came out driving her enemies away with... a song? She felt the draw of the song, but it wasn't aimed at her. The floating girl turned her arm to the mass of people crowded just outside her barrier and Ghost heard her speak.
"Taste my fear."
And the people responded accordingly with panic pure and simple. The only problem being that the police had arrived. And now what had previously been a mass of people waiting on the other side of the fence ready to pounce the pacing mutants, was now a full out riot of people scrambling over one another to get away. Some of those frightened people now had guns and badges. Some people were thrown back toward the barrier of air or some were just stupid enough to run that way and so Ghost was forced to strain. All her attention and power were focused on keeping the groups separate. Was coexistence really that hard?
In their panic, someone pulled a gun and pointed it at the scariest thing they'd seen so far: Aura. The sound of several rounds being squeezed off echoed dimly in Ghost's ears.
The wind barrier weakened immediately puttering into nothingness in a matter of seconds after the shots rang out.
Aura was protected against such things, luckily. Unlucky were the people who took the bullets. The ricochet was random. Of the five shots fired, Ghost caught two of them. One bullet impacted Ghost on the right side of her torso. The impact forced her to take a step back and to the left. The other bullet went all the way through the trapezius muscle where her neck and shoulder met. The arm on her right side dropped suddenly from lack of support.
She wasn't entirely sure how she had ended up laying in a bed of glass, staring up at the the green underside of the Full Circle's store front awning, but she couldn't help but think it ironic. She was the only one trying to help so of course she was going to take the worst hits. Fate had a really twisted sense of humor.
"Humans can be generous" She saw smiling at Gabe, her only regret was she could not act at a distance as well. Still She knew her time would come in this fight and she was ready for it. She heard the song, and the next thing she saw was the rioting humans all through the crowd. It made her smile, the four of them could make a very effective strike force, espshelly if Ghost could be trained to use her powers more offensively. Maybe she had, and maybe the four of them's lack of knowlage at exactly what the others could do was causing the issue, but well trained, the dour of them could wipe out a crowd this size, in minutes. It never occurred to her those around her might be x-men are affiliated with those who wanted coexistence. Aura, felt each impact as a jolt pushing her back a step, upon the last impact she spit out a bit of blood, something that happened when her shield began to fade, for now it was fine but she could feel her aura, starting to drain, this was getting exciting, the panic, the chaos, the sheer ecstasy of the situation flooded her. She looked down at the man she had been keeping, down, when she saw the wind barrier fall. Well she felt it fall more then saw it, looking back, she saw Ghost drop. Her attention diverted one one human stumbled forward, And aura pushed him aside rather then hurt him, she had far more pressing concerns Without hesitation, Aura's mindset changed and she backed up a bit until she was next to ghost, kneeling she felt for a pulse, finding one , and then she screamed trying to contact those around her.
"My friends, though i to would like nothing more then to continue fighting and bringing down these dirty animals, the Life of this one must be the foremost concern, we should retreat for now" She said, deflecting a drunken punch aimed at her, the mans fist bled, but it was skin deep, caused by microscopic irregularities that had began to form in her shield. The man stumbled back and Aura was content to let him keep his distance.
Kneeling back Down, Aura ripped several lengths of fabric from her shirt, and quickly with practiced fingers attempted to tightly bind the wounds Still by now, most of the crowd had figured out, that Aura's powers could not work on range and so they kept their distance. Her green eyes scanned the area, as she scanned the chaos or a route of escape, she heard another bullet streak close by, it struck the back of the cash register in the store. "Come my friend, the heavens will not claim you this night" She said, as she carefully slipped her hands under Ghost, trying to pick her up, she st once noticed the girl was lighter then she should be. "Can you walk Windy, or do you require my asisstence?" She asked concerned deflecting a rock easily.
Posted by brainstorm on Jan 12, 2009 23:19:50 GMT -6
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Alex gaped. One moment, the men had been held at bay by the wind barrier, then suddenly, they were screaming in terror, fleeing and trying to get away. The police too. Then one of the men surged forward, firing at Rena. Alex grit his teeth and ran towards the man. One of the bullets reflected off her shield and skimmed across Alex's temple. Alex staggered, dazed by the glancing impact. He had pulled away from the bullet, but his vision still flickered. His powers surged and danced around him, causing glass shards to fly into the air.
"Okay, time to exit." Alex looked over his shoulder, making out the form off Ghost laying on the ground, bleeding. Looks like the shots had hit her. Alex looked past her at the book shelves. There was a smaller, movable rack with magazines on it. Using his powers, Alex ripped it from the ground and hurled it at the crowd. It crashed into the group, forcing them back. They spilled backwards onto the road, clearing a path to the side walk.
"I've got a car on the road. We can get out of here in it." By we, Alex meant the mutants. Some humans were cowering in the back of the store, but they wouldn't be hurt by the mob. Alex started forward, grabbing another rack as he did to use as a cattle-guard against the mob.
Megan chuckled out loud at the shop assistant's plea for the fighting to stop, “This situation is way beyond help now Missy” Even from her spot sitting calmly up against a book shelf inside the shop, she could have heard their shouting, even over the roar of the wind and the crowd. She could still hear that disconcerting hymn, not that it was at all unpleasant, only, she hated not knowing where such a thing was coming from. The girl wasn't singing in her trance that much was certain, then ... well. When all this was over she would definitely have to talk to that young girl her power were simply frightening. She had seen some weird things in her life, but nothing that could turn an entire crowd of thugs and anti-mutant protesters into a gabbling mess of frightened, pitiful 'younglings'. She may have been neurotic and whiny, but knowing someone with her abilities was sure to be a good business move. Who knew when that could come in handy...
She was torn from her musings by two shots ringing out loud and clear through the panic. Up until now she had been perfectly content to watch and see how things panned out, but as soon as the shop girl was knocked sideways from the force and was deposited in a heap on the front steps of the book store Megan was up and by her side. This wasn't supposed to happen. A good, clean brawl was fun, it always had been, but when peacekeepers got hurt Megan wasn't a happy bunny. The girl had done nothing to deserve this. What had started out as an interesting day was turning out to be hell on Earth. It was just wrong.
With the crowd now dissipating, running with their tails between their legs, Megan could hear the sirens louder now. She had room to think. The five of them could not stay here. They were as good as marked for death. No matter one of them being injured, that was 1-0 to the mutant haters, it was win-win for them.
As much as she hated to agree with him, the young man's plan was the best chance they had. The pink haired girl wrapped an arm around Ghost and assisted Aura in helping Ghost in the direction of Alex's car. As soon as they got far away they could think about sorting those wounds out. "We should attempt to stop the bleeding, get her to a hospital or something. Agreed? But right now I want to get as far away from here as possible."
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“According to my map, it should be right about… oh my.” The paper rustled as he glanced up to look down the block and caught sight of the whirling lights, and the crowd. What was…? A protestor holding a sign rushed past him down the sidewalk, still holding a sign that said ‘Muties die!’ Shin gulped and pulled off his headphones. Wasn’t this the way to…? He found his feet breaking into a cold run. Shoving past the retreating crowds, and jumping on top of a nearby car’s hood, he shielded his eyes and leaned forwards, peering towards the shop.
“Get off the car!” A man with within the car yelled, banging his arm on the driver’s side door. He glared up at Shin through narrowed eyes, handlebar mustache masking his Russian lower lip. Shin returned the glare, then complied bitterly. This was bad. Really bad. Those words kept running through his mind, beating out the roar of the winds and the crowd. It seemed as if all sense had left them, and even the police weren’t doing their part to calm it.
“Darn it!!” He cried, bum-rushing the store. Bullets pinged off his hastily-readied barrier as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd, finally diving over the hood of a police car and into the shop with a roll. He stopped, kicking out a foot against a bookshelf to steady himself and on one knee. Shin’s eyes were drawn upwards to the pink-haired girl holding Ghost, and he grit his teeth.
“What did they do…!?” He sneered. This was not on his list of things to do today. All he’d wanted was a damn book. “Now hold on! I know where we can take her!” Memories of the ProfDoc bubbled up in his mind. “Is there a back door we can use!?”
What was he saying!? There was always a back!
“Follow me!” He stood, raising up a smatter of triangular barriers to cover what he could of the entrance. Here and there, cracks were visible, but for a job done in haste – he started moving towards the back.
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Alex had just made it to the window, when a guy dove into the shop and rolled across the floor. Alex was already lifting the bookcase he was hefting to smack him away when the guy summoned why appeared to be small triangles of light.
"What did they do…!? Now hold on! I know where we can take her! Is there a back door we can use!?"
"Certainly. Through the back. I have a car, where we were heading, but this works better. You get them out the back, I will meet you. There should be a alley behind the store." Alex wasn't even sure if the guy heard him. The triangles floated in front of the store, which, unfortunatly, was the way to his car.
"Follow me."
Alex watched as the newcomer headed father back into the shop, then turned back to the barrier. "Let's do this." With that, Ale began to push through the shards with his floating metal shelf.
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It was rather like telescopic vision. Ghost seemed hyper focused on the smallest, stupidest details and unable to see the things around them. At first she was inspecting the texture of the cloth of the awning, then when someone jostled her and pressed bits of cloth to her neck and side. Then she was stuck focusing on someone's lips. They were moving. And talking no doubt, but she was having trouble hearing or rather focusing enough to be able to make out the words.
"What about the guy?" The words were loud and echoing in her mind, but came out rather mangled. "The guys who got sliced." and even those words were a bit off. Too wheezy, too gurgly, too hurty. If it hadn't been for the girl power on either side of her, Ghost probably wouldn't have been walking anywhere despite the fact that her legs worked just fine. Being a mutants was far too exciting sometimes.
She could just distantly feel the biting of the wounds, but she was too scared to think straight. Because if she were to think straight, she might stop swimming in her own biological drug cocktail and start actually feeling the hurt.
More jostling now, presumably from more moving, but Ghost was stuck looking at the ground as it moved beneath her. There was red paint, brownish tacky blood, and the fresher redder kind dribbling downward. Ghost had naturally pale skin, but the greyish color really wasn't very becoming.
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One thing Sebastian had a difficult time getting used to living in a modern country was the fact that everyone wore a different set of clothing every day. Every time he walked past Lisa, for example, she was wearing a differently color, differently textured, or differently cut suit with a different silk scarf tied around her neck. Sebastian supposed she could be recycling them and returning to ones she had already worn after a few weeks, but he couldn't keep track of all of the secretary's scarves. It seemed a bit excessive to own fourteen or more different outfits, but it wasn't just the secretary that owned so many different sets of clothing. It was everyone.
Everyone in the whole culture seemed to change their outfits every single day, except Sebastian. He had thought he owned a lot of clothes with with his two suits, two short sleeved shirts, a pair of denim pants, and a long wool winter coat. That is, until he realized that middle school girls could purchase enough clothing to stock two of his wardrobes in a single shopping trip. It made the unicorn man feel a little left out, so he had decided it was time to add to his own wardrobe.
That particular morning had been cold, so the unicorn man had gone out, not only with his wool coat on, but with his car. He had seen a fabric store while he was wandering around the city looking for a grocery shop one day. He hadn't gone in at the time, but had noted it's location. It would be quite a long walk, especially if he was planning on carrying a large amount of fabric home with him.
Sebastian had arrived early, and found a parking spot one the street from a book store next to a book store, just a few doors down from the fabric store. He had inserted coins into the parking meter like he had seen other people do on previous outings. When he arrived, the streets had been relatively empty. One man had given him a particularly ugly look as Sebastian entered the door to the fabric outlet, but he dismissed it as a relatively normal anti-mutant kind of stare. With a horn on his head, those kinds of looks were not entirely uncommon.
The fabric store was immense. It was more of a warehouse than a store. Tall metal shelves were stacked high with bolts of cloth organized first by fabric type, then by color. The unicorn man walked past rainbow upon rainbow of silk, taffeta, flannel, linen, cotton, velvet, acrylic, merino, cashmere, angora, and even thick upholstery fabric. He stopped first at the merino section and browsed through herringbone, houndstooth, and twill patterns, looking for a likely candidate for his own next outfit. Then he's have to see if they had any patterns. His own were getting rather rumpled- not to mention out of date. While suits were always in style, certain cuts were not.
Hours later, he had accumulated several yards of different colored and textured fabrics with coordinating threads, a new set of sewing needles, a shiny new pair of sewing scissors, several patterns, and the phone number of the young girl who had advised him on fashionable suit styles. All in all a good day. With arms laden, he walked out of the store and into sheer chaos.
It seemed a lot had happened since he had entered the fabric store. There were people running around every which direction, clearly panicked. Lights from cop cars were flashing, and the cops themselves were starting to pull themselves together from whatever panic they had been experiencing. They were starting to rally and find cover behind parked cars. Their guns were generally pointed at the front of a fairly nondescript book store called Full Circle Books, the front window had already been broken. On the ground were protest signs splattered in bright red. The sidewalkes were also splattered, and several empty paint cans lay testament to where that red had come from. It did not explain the deeper red that pooled around the prone form of a man on the sidewalk. Holy Hera! What had happened here?
Sebastian dropped his shopping bags and rushed to the man's side, kneel to check his pulse and completely oblivious to the reactions New York's finest would have to his doing so. The man still had a pulse, which meant he could still be saved, despite the deep wound that was dangerously close to his kidney. Sebastian touched the skin near the wound and instantly felt a shock of cold sparks that had nothing to do with the weather spread from his arm all the way down to his finger tips. He caught sight of a sign next to the man that said “Mutants go back to hell, or we'll send you there ourselves”. That could explain what had happened here. Within seconds the wound was knitting itself back together again and Sebastian was up and looking around before the man had quite regained consciousness.
Were there others that needed healing? He looked around and glanced through the broken shop window, but before he could do anything, another gun shot rang out. Apparently the police didn't take kindly to another mutant showing up. In all likelihood, they would probably assume that the brawl had been caused by mutants attacking the anti-mutant protesters. Sebastian vaulted through the window, not sure where that bullet had actually gone.
Spotting a pistol on the ground, Aura grabbed that as she helped lift Ghost to her feet, No sooner had they done, so, then a man she deemed triangle man showed up. She had no idea who he was but he was a mutant and that always counted for something, she admired the triangle shaped objects which seemed to obey his whim, it also took some of the fire off of them. Of that she was glad, ghost must have been delirious, as she seemed to worry about the Humans Aura and the other had wounded during their attack. She also was able to catch a glimpse of a moving magazine rack as it flew toward the humans.
"All right, whatever a Car is a car!" She said, as she felt the sting of another bullet bounce off her weakening shield, and head some where down the street, triggering a car alarm. Aura and Shin backed into the store, She kept her acquired weapon trained on the mass of people. Aura had no training with the weapon, but it was not hard to hit, with such a mass of people, the gun simply clicked, with a sigh Someone else also vaulted through the broken window, even As Aura Exited the back door with Ghost. She looked around, for the car that would soon thare. She hoped it would be quick, because although she would be happy to behead a few more humans, she knew she would not survive the rush of bullets, looking back at Shin who was just a few feet behind her, she waited, her aura blade forming, deforming and forming into various other weapons, in her impatience .
"She's real light, even for blood loss" She noted quietly to herself but then looking back she continued. "Let's head to Sanctuary, it's not to far from here! And they have medical facility's that will Cater to mutants" She said to Shin unaware of Sabastions abilities or for that matter that he was the medical staff at sanctuary. "As For stopping the bleeding, i was hoping the fabric would;d help with that, but..." She started realizing the make shift band aides were not working well at all. "Human Filth" she growled again, as she waited for the others to Reach the relative safety of the car as the Police began to advance on the remains of the book store.
Looking at Shin, she smiled, "Im not quite sure who you are, but that was awesome" She said speaking of his shields.
Posted by brainstorm on Jan 18, 2009 15:54:01 GMT -6
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OOC/Everyone, sorry for being impatient. MY post doesn't really affect anyone but me, but if you want me to remove it I will.
IC/Alex forced his way through the floating shards, which gave easily enough, though they nicked up the bookshelf.
A couple of police officers were pushing past the bookshelf Alex had thrown out earlier, and were advancing on the shard wall, so Alex raised the metal shelf to provide him with a path away from them and towards his car.
"Sorry officers. But I do not intend to be taken in. Check the camera's to see who is at fault here." With that, Alex pushed past the cordon and dashed towards his car, the bookshelf hanging behind him. He heard the police shout at him to stop, but he didn't pay any attention, instead he ran to his car which was still up on the curb slightly. The driver side door was still slightly ajar, so Alex pulled out the keys, planted the bookshelf on the sidewalk, and jumped in the car.
He pulled away fast, hoping that the police wouldn't be able to track his license plate. Alex swerved across the road and sped off. He came to the edge of the block and circled around, driving into a narrow road between two buildings and down to the back of the line of stores. He rolled down the window and shouted towards the people he could see taking shelter in a different car.
So much happened in so little time. People ran screaming, shooting, throwing rock... the stuff that riots are made out off and Cailyn stood in the middle of it. Cailyn's powers where still affecting all the humans that tried to hurt the mutants in front of the store. Though she did not control their movements she did try to make them back off. And suddenly shots where fired.
The shots where a suprise even to Cailyn and for a second she woke up from her trance to see the girl who tried to protect everyone drop to the floor. This angered the "other" Cailyn as she returned back to her trance. She was now fierce and angered, ready to inflict pain and death upon others. Her hands twitched more violently then they would before and she pointed one of her hands towards the crowd as she leaned her head a bit backwards. "Sanity if for the weak." She softly spoke before most of them left the area.
Her powers once again influenced the crowd in a manner that could be discribed as total chaos. People falling to the ground screaming things like : "it burns" and "Get it off". This surely would cause some kind of mental damage to people or even some heart attacks to the weaker ones.
Cailyn floated towards the man who was standing up front that had the gun and she landed. She was back into her normal thinking for a moment and she pulled up a sweet but sad smile. She grabbed the man's head and she softly spoke: "You will not hurt anyone again." And she kissed his forhead. The man yelled and screamed and kicked until eventually he stopped and went numb. If the man survived it was a question for the people at the hospital if he made that. She landed and rubbed her head. Her powers were diminishing and she saw the other mutants running off. She picked up something about a car and decided to head there as soon as possible and she ran off toward the people and the car. It doesn't take a mentally stable mind to figure out that she had to get out of there.