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
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
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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Ooh haa away we be, a drunken drinkin song! (OPEN)
The fat Irish immigrant smiled, swaying just a tad in his seat, and raised another shot glass to his lips, setting it down next to the others on his side of the table, making twelve. The small onlooking crowd snickered. The Irish man was a regular customer, and they wanted to see him drink the presumptuous newcomer under the table.
The presumptuous newcomer, A.K.A. Neimi, was swaying more than a tad in her seat, and she too smiled. Her smile, unlike the victorious grin of her opponent, appeared to be the happy smile of one who is stone drunk. Neimi could be a good actor when she needed to be, and she lifted a shot glass to her mouth, swigged it. She then drank two more, and set them down on her side of the table, making fourteen.
The Irish man, daunted by having to drink three shots in a row to catch up, slowly drank one, then another shot. As he was lifting the third shot to his lips, he swayed, then fell sideways out of his chair, out cold.
Neimi jumped up out of her chair and shouted "Yeah! I told you that nobody can outdrink Neimi Halberdier!" She swept her arm across the table, knocking her winnings into her purse, then took a small bow. Picking up the half-empty whiskey bottle and taking a swig, Neimi began to walk out the door. When she was almost there, however, a large man blocked her way.
"Cheat." He said curtly.
"I am no cheat. It's not my fault your friend over there can't hold his liqour." Even as Neimi said those words, she shifted her weight a bit, and swayed dangerously to one side, as if she was almost passed-out drunk.
The man chuckled, and Neimi's eyes narrowed dangerously. In truth, Neimi was hoping something like this would happen. As he stepped forward, arms outstretched to grab Neimi, she darted forward, as if she was falling forward, the jumped up, swinging her whiskey bottle in an upward arc, where it connected with the jaw of the man, and left him on the ground, massaging his brokenn jaw.
"I'll show myself to the door, thank you for the offer though." Neimi chuckled, and walked out into the night. However, as she was stepping off of the sidewalk to cross the street to a bar across the street, she bumped into someone. "Watch it, bub." She said, and took another swig from the whiskey bottle.
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it wasn't his idea, but they were going to a bar. Fausto didn't want to drink anything, although he couldn't because he was under the legal age to drink . but Johnny had insisted on using his night off to go out and have fun for a while. Fausto felt a little guilty about the two fingers that he had cut from him but it had been absolutely necessary to carry out the punishment. Johnny seemed to understood, because he seemed to hold no feeling of revenge against him . on the contrary he was grateful for what they had done for him, not the fingers that werent there anymore , but because they had given him the opportunity to change his way of life. now he had a job, food and a comfortable bed. Slate really knew how to convince people to join their cause.
The night was a little cold but not enough to prevent them from leaving . the sun was hidden under the horizon since an hour ago , the lights of the city began to turn on above his heads and in the blazing neon lights of the premises. Also the streets were beginning to come alive, people began to leave his home after a long day of work they just wanted to go out and have fun. the bars were the most crowded along with the fast food places. John insisted that he wanted to go out and drink. So there were they , walking through the streets of NY looking for a descent bar to drink a cup or two. Fausto didnt want to carry a drunken Johnny to his place .so he was not going to let him drink more than two glasses. as his superior he had full authority to give an order like that, but it was his day off, but Johnny was not going to disobey an order from someone who can eat an arm in less than 10 minutes.
¨The Drunken Goblins¨ didn't appear to be a very nice place, at least not by name. the Goblins always cause problems, and Fausto didnt want problems, but Johnny was looking for action. they couldn't ascertain if the name was due to frequent fights or not, because when they were trying to enter Johnny bumped into a girl that came out "Watch it, bub." she said. It was a very pretty girl . she looked older than John, unfortunately, she was drunk. Fausto had never liked the girls who smoke or drink. John was the first to react. he raised both hands with the palms towards her as if the police had pointed him with a gun. the image was very bizarre, the drunk girl in front of them, Fausto a 15 years old boy in front of the bar and Johnny raising his hands leting see his left hand with only three fingers while he quickly apologized ¨sorry lady, i had no intention to ... ¨
The kid, yeah, a kid, that Neimi had bumped into raised his hands with the palms pointing outwards. He only had three fingers on one of his hands, but that wasn't too unusual. A lot of people worked dangerous jobs, and take your son to work day could always turn out bad.
{¨Sorry lady, i had no intention to ... ¨}
Neimi sighed, and drained the rest of the whiskey, tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trashcan. She shook her head as she appraised the kid she had bumped into, and the other one behind him. For some reason, it was the other one that caught and held her attention. She studied him for some time, and finally decided that he couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen. A child.
"How old are you? Fifteen? Come on, where's mommy and daddy?" Neimi said condescendignly, angry that the stupid kids were taking away from the time she could be earning money. Or getting into fights. And yet, even as she thought that, a fight broke out in the bar she had just exited, and a man came sailing out through the window. Neimi laughed for a bit at the groaning figure, then, when he started to get back up, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and his waistband, and hurled him back through the window. She then picked up the bottle he had dropped upon exiting the bar, and took a swig.
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His eyes said much more than his mouth. them reflect the anguish of being alone. because he had felt it , although he had meet many people along his live , many traveling companions, but none of them could replace what they had stolen from him .he covered the anguish with a veil of self-sufficiency. he spoke clearly controlling the tone of his voice , it was easy to guess his true feelings seeing at his eyes but his words were loaded of scorn .
¨they are dead. three weeks after the dead, the hair and nails are so weak that can be removed easily. the skin show cracks and bursts in many areas because of the internal gases of the body. then the flesh start to putrify . the process can last one month in a warm weather or two in a cold weather. Is almot three years since his murder, so I imagine the state that should have mommy and daddy. ¨
He watched the girl for a few seconds . perhaps she was trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol . Fausto spat on the street a few meters away from where they were. the saliva began to melt the ground expelling a small thread product of the chemical reactions. It was a warning. ¨Biohazard ¨ it said . mutant or human she would understand that shouldnt disturb the little child. If she had asked something else, if she had discussed with him about the problems of the death penalty, or how to solve the wave of insecurity that was assaulting many states. But she had not, she asked about his dead parents, not dead, murdered. murdered because they wanted equality.
Johnny was shocked to see how the boy's saliva dissolved part of the street and could not avoid remembering the feeling of the same substance eating his meat. Fortunately Fausto had the ideas in the right place and he was not thinking of killing him or the girl . it was just a warning. She had done nothing to deserve a punishment but Fausto hadnt liked being questioned by a drunked girl about why he was there at such a late hour. . ¨ well lady, do you wanna let us pass? my friend wants a drink, I do not want to ruin his night off. ¨
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The atmosphere in the bar was hectic, rambunctious, and eclectic. Glasses clinked against the bar’s counter, and whiskey flowed like rain to the gutter. It looked like another fight had broken out. Growing up in New York on the boxing scene, Shin had seen plenty drunks past their prime make fools of themselves, both in bars, and out of them. Some even ended up behind them, with a nice shiner from a police officer on their face.
“One more of the usual, then I’m out of here.” The Asian coolly commentated to the bartender, casting a glance back over his shoulder as a man came sailing back through the window and into the wall. He cringed slightly, more out of respect for the drunk than shock from himself. That’d be one Hell of an ache come tomorrow morning. Two men with copper-colored beards rose from their seats at the table, slinking in towards the man. A deck of playing cards lay scattered on the table they’d been seated at, with three hands spread face-down in front of each chair. A mug of ale knocked down against the counter in front of him, and Shin turned to thank the bartender politely, and hand him a few dollar bills.
“A little extra,” Shin added. “To help replace the window the in-crowd wrecked. I’d hate to drink a draft with a chill down my neck.” Premium draft in a drafty room. He grinned inwardly at the pun on his lips.
“Appreciate it,” the bartender replied icily, turning his eyes to the thugs. A few extra bills were nice, but they wouldn’t cover that window’s full cost. “Hey Bill, mind keeping it in your pants? I know the bloke cheated ya’, but that’s a window you just cost me! Nancy’ll be enraged!!”
“Right, right.” Copper-beard one punched his hand into his fist, shaking his head as he closed in on the drunk plastered to the wall. He didn’t even turn around to give the bartender the time of day. Smirking at the scene, Shin downed the rest of his drink and slid the glass back to the bartender. “And I’m done for the night. Thanks, guys. It’s been great.”
Slipping through the shifting crowd, Shin ducked out the door past the girl Fausto was talking to, noting red hair tied back into a ponytail, and scars on her arms. He tilted his head at the sight ahead. “Fausto?” Two blinks. There was a guy next to him with three fingers. “And…?” Shin turned to look at the red-head. “Yeah, better let them pass. See that kid there? He’s an awesome lead vocalist for an up-and-coming band. You don’t want to get him angry, or else his fan-girls might stampede. I’m Shin, by the way.” He gave her his best smile. “You?”
¨they are dead. three weeks after the dead, the hair and nails are so weak that can be removed easily. the skin show cracks and bursts in many areas because of the internal gases of the body. then the flesh start to putrify . the process can last one month in a warm weather or two in a cold weather. Is almot three years since his murder, so I imagine the state that should have mommy and daddy. ¨
Neimi blinked a couple of times, her mind, accelerated by the considerable amount of alchohol she had consumed, racing through possible responses and discarding them almost as soon as they were concieved. Finally, she decided a nuetral response. Neimi had no doubt she could kick some serious ass if it came down to a fight, but using mutations is just dirty. Especially acid saliva.
"I did not know. How could I? The gruesome description was not needed, I'm sure that a few episodes of CSI can make one well versed in the decomposition process."
The boy Neimi had bumped into, the one with three fingers, piped up. ¨ well lady, do you wanna let us pass? my friend wants a drink, I do not want to ruin his night off. ¨
Neimi chuckled. Night off? "A drink. Just the one? Anyways, old two-eyed Jack back in the Goblin will run you off. He certainly ain't gonna check ID, but you are a walking bar fight." Neimi paused, and thought for a second. "Actually, you might be fun to hang around."
Just then someone stepped up behind Neimi. She instinctively tightened her grip on the beer bottle and shifted her stance to be ready to dash in any direction or launch a kick behind her. When he spoke, however, she relaxed. A little.
“Fausto? And…? Yeah, better let them pass. See that kid there? He’s an awesome lead vocalist for an up-and-coming band. You don’t want to get him angry, or else his fan-girls might stampede. I’m Shin, by the way. You?”
"Really, lead vocalist? He does seem to have some special... talent with his mouth. Better get a diamond microphone." Neimi was getting antsy. She had waisted too much time chatting, but she had a feeling that this Fausto person could turn out to be a fun time. "Tell you what, boys, I'll take you all to a particularly seedy bar I know about just a few blocks away. First round's on me, but don't go hitting me over the head when... if a fight breaks out." She returned the smile of the kid behind her with an equally generous one, though the raising of her right eyebrow and a slight shifting of her weight gave it a distintly more amused tilt.
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Fausto ignored her response because she was right. she had no way of knowing that his father had been killed but the question had annoyed him . While the redhead was talking the door behind her opened again, the person who appear there was none other than Shin. the world is big but NY seems to be small . of all the bars around here we come across one like this, maybe Shin likes fights. because otherwise why would he come to The Drunken Goblins ¨ All eyes were focused on Shin for a few seconds while the child greeted him with hand.
¨ Hi Shin! what are you do in a bar like this? are you looking for a little action? ¨
a epic fight breaks out at the bar, the shouts were heard clearly through the broken window. everything that was in the bar were going out , the smell of beer, the shouts of the spectators trying to encourage the gladiators in the middle of the bar. It seemed that it was something that happen every day because the owner of the bar hadnt been doing something to stop the fight. perhaps they were making bets.
¨ The diamond doesnt help, it is not about hardeness.¨ It wasnt a lie as he was saying, the chemical composition of things is what determines how quickly things dissolved. the diamond resist a bit more but not enough. the statement was part of the warning. even diamond doesnt resists my saliva ¨ Fausto looked quickly to Shin then back at the girl who didnt say her named .He blushed a bit with the idea of a stampede of fans, girl haunted by his voice. He was even more embarrassing imagining a stampede of Kat^clones but unfortunately he wasnt as well known as Shin wanted . Kat even hadnt ran to congratulate him and kiss him on the cheek. That could be an improvement but she had not appeared . surely she was too busy with the school. ¨ Dont believe everything he say, I do not have as many fans as he says ... i like the idea despite the fact i am not going to drink. ¨ He looked to Johnny and he returned it back with a smile, John was a little impatient to reach that bar. he understood what he had to do. ¨ Hello redhead , hello Shin. my name is John, Johnny for friends ... I like to get to the bar quickly , I'm thirsty and a little boring. I just want a drink one or two anyway I dont think Fausto would let me take more, I gotta work tomorrow. ¨
A quick glance through the window was enough to realize that this was not the best bar for a drink in peace, and that the girl had said she knew a bar near and she had invited the first round. Now were two mutants against her . if she was a mutant and wanted to do something bad she would not be difficult to stop. Fausto was a good observer, and the training sessions with Luke and Sam had helped to add some experience to that ability. something in the way she moved draw his attention, it was as if she was always ready to jump over and snatch the throat of his victims , it was okay to be a little cautioned but she moved as if she was waiting an attack all the time. or it was his imagination or her movements when she looked at Shin could have ended in a kick. Fausto had heard that Shin was very good fighting but he couldnt be sure if he was completely sober to move freely, the alcohol limited the reaction rate . He wasnt woried about Johnny .they had been training since they meet the first time and he was already doing pretty good using the knife with his right hand, he was really very good. he also had managed to teach Fausto some moves. Suddenly a stupid idea cut off the flow of his thoughts, Sam would like to meet this girl. surely he would become crazy .
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Mar 15, 2009 12:34:20 GMT -6
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"Another bar, another bar fight, huh? Our habits become more apparent." Shin smirked, then looked to Fausto and Johnny. "If you're up to it, I'd be willing. I'm still a little tipsy from the last few drinks I had courtesy of ol' Phil in there." He purposefully got the bartender's name wrong, glancing back at the redhead and noting she'd avoided giving out her name. The way she moved held an air of caution and control to it, as if she was always bristling for a reason to break that bottle upside some bloke's head. He'd seen that sort of self-destructive behavior before in other boxers in his line of work; it never ended well for them.
Shrugging the thought off, Shin reached into the inner pocket of his black business coat. He was dressed far too nice for that kind of bar, like a salary-man fresh from the office. His tie wasn't even loosened yet. Hand escaping the depths of his pocket, Shin flashed a flask and handed it to Johnny. "If you're thirsty, drink up."
The silver flask held water, but he doubted Johnny knew that. He smiled inwardly, hoping the three-fingered boy would fall for his practical joke. Turning to Neimi, he aimed a question her way while Johnny had his drink.
"So, where'd you say that bar was again? What was it called? I might know it. Been bar-hopping a bit in my time. Boxers always do show you the greatest dives."
Johnny took the flask suspiciously, eying it, then tilting it towards his mouth. He muttered a low 'thanks, man', then took a drink. His face seemed to draw a blank for a moment, then he spit the water out and coughed like it were poisoned.
"What the heck, man?" He exclaimed. "I thought it was something a bit stronger than water you were handing me!"
Shin laughed. "Nope. Don't give drinks to minors."
"The diamond doesnt help, it is not about hardeness. Dont believe everything he say, I do not have as many fans as he says ... i like the idea despite the fact i am not going to drink. ¨
The boy was subtle. And stubborn. "That's what they all say," commented Neimi, "until you get the first round in 'em."
¨ Hello redhead , hello Shin. my name is John, Johnny for friends ... I like to get to the bar quickly , I'm thirsty and a little boring. I just want a drink one or two anyway I dont think Fausto would let me take more, I gotta work tomorrow. ¨
Neimi was about to respond whin Shin cut in. "Another bar, another bar fight, huh? Our habits become more apparent. If you're up to it, I'd be willing. I'm still a little tipsy from the last few drinks I had courtesy of ol' Phil in there. So, where'd you say that bar was again? What was it called? I might know it. Been bar-hopping a bit in my time. Boxers always do show you the greatest dives."
Neimi didn't say anything for a bit until she realized the last question was directed her way. "Oh," she said, "It's called the Alchohol Abode. Kindof catchy, I guess. The drinks are good, the prices are cheap, and I'm a regular. That much will become apparent." She finished with a smirk, stepping past John and Fausto and heading down the street, throwing the now-empty beer bottle into a trashcan.
When, after about a minute of walking she reached the Alchohol Abode, Neimi opened the door, she took in the smoky atmosphere and scattered tables. Two boxers were in an arm-wrestle in the corner, and there were about twenty or so other people in the room. As she stepped inside and said hello to the bartender, three people immediately got up and exited the bar, brushing past her with muttered "excuse me"'s. Neimi just shook her head and took a seat at the bar.
"Henry, my man, how's it going?" The bartender just grunted. "Give me some 1897 Blue-hills Valley Absinthe, and keep it coming." Henry slid a greenish square bottle down the bar to Neimi, who took a big swig and sighed. "That's the good stuff." Then someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at the others, then at the tapper.
"My friend here tells me you can drink anyone under the table. Care to enlighten me?" He was a big boxer, with legs as thick as Neimi's waist, and arms that looked like they could crush a minivan.
"Why sure, my big brother." She said genially. "Thirty seconds. Jack Daniels. You up for it?"
In answer, the man pulled up a chair. Henry pulled out two bottles of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses and set them on the table. He looked at his watch, then signaled for go. Neimi, ignoring the shot glass, began chugging the whiskey as fast as she could, glancing over to see that the big man was doing the same. Twelve seconds, and her bottle was done. She pulled up another. Nineteen seconds, and her next bottle was done. About halfway through her third bottle, she heard a dull thud to her left. She set down her drink, and looked over to see the man sitting on the floor, a glazed look in his crossed eyes. "Looks like I win." Neimi said. However, when she turned to collect the bets, she saw the man's friend sweeping the money off of the table. As he turned to leave, Neimi grabbed his shoulder. "You wanna give me my money, or are you too stupid?"
He just snarled and shoved Neimi, in a way that should have knocked her off of her stool. However, as she fell backwards, Neimi hooked her legs on the man's crotch, sending waves of pain through his body and using the momentum of the push to leap away from the bar a few feet, where she was soon surrounded by a few men. Neimi smiled, and laughed to the others. "See, I told you this place was great!"
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Without doubt this bar was much better than the other, but the redhead seemed very comfortable with the place. she really was regular there ,and that was a bit annoying for him , he didnt like the feeling that she had all the control there . In theory he could drink without getting drunk, and in that case he would have show to her that wasnt special. Because she wasnt, right? she didnt appeared to be . Never had put his theory in to practice. after all he was not in the age to drink but he neither was interested in it. anything could cut his thirst from water to poison ...
¨ I finally can enjoy a drink ... hey this girl knows how to drink ¨ Johnny appeared among a group of people gathered near the bartender. he was carrying a beer bottle in his right hand. and drank it every two steps. Fausto nodded with his head without giving much attention to him , he was more busy trying to find something to do. it seemed that the only thing you could do was drink , drink and drink .or perhaps challenge someone to a challenge but always included drinking. Some people glared at him. his age surely was their problem if they knew who he was none would dare to look at him like that .but he was already accustomed to that because all the people glared at mutants . the people sure was thinking whya child of his age was in a bar like that. some even could think that he could be some messenger from the mafia who came to seek a payment or anything ... Suddenly his eyes find the only thing there that deserve his attention . a pool table. Fausto was not an expert but manage to play quite well and would be fun to try. he called johnny and Shin with the hand . the girl engaged in a competition of endurance. ¨who want to play ?¨ the child asked looking at Johnny and Shin.
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"One gin and tonic, please." Shin leaned up against the counter to order a drink. The bartender nodded, pouring it for him and smacking it down in front of the Asian. Shin sipped it daintily, glancing over his shoulder at the competition between the redhead and the thick-legged guy. He shook his head. "That's not the way to win a fight... bet I could punch circles around him..." He muttered under his breath. All of a sudden, a fight broke out. Boy, could that girl fight...
"Yeah." He laughed with her, finishing his drink and pulling away from the bar. A few crisp dollars landed in front of the bartender. "A real hollering time right here. Pool you say, Fausto?" Shin walked over to snag a pool cue and chalked its tip, lining up the first shot. "I'll play you."
The balls rolled wildly, knocked around by the white one Shin hammered into their triangular formation. Two fell into holes, and the rest found there ways elsewhere on the table. Smiling, he handed Fausto the cue. "Your turn."
Neimi had a wild grin on her face as she rolled with the punches around her, not suffering more than a slight nick on the shoulder. Rather than absorb that nick, however, she used it to launch herself into a spinning kick right at the stomach of the man who hit her, landing a solid thump that left him breathless and open to a followup knockout. The others, however, seeing her apparently distracted and with her back to them, charged her, swinging heavy punches. Neimi snapped her head back, bending her body like the matrix, and headbutting one of the men in the knee at the same time. She was fine, but the cracking of bone was drowned out only by the man's screams of pain as he went down to the floor.
The others backed up a little at the sight of their companion down on the ground, and the man in front of Neimi was just regaining his breath. As he started to straighten, Neimi jumped onto his shoulders, and kicked him in the face, using the momentum to launch herself over the heads of the others. She rolled as she landed to absorb the momentum, then straightened. The others turned to face her, and got a spray of alchohol in the eyes as she shattered one over the head of one of the goons. He sputtered and backed up while the others blinked and tried to clear the alchohol from their faces. Neimit took the opportunity to dash into the opening, throwing an open-palmed strike into the side of the man to her right, jumping over the kick of the other man, then landing on his foot and digging her knee into his crotch, then an elbow to the back of the head as he bent over in pain, launching her to land next to the sputterer as goon number three went down. Now there was just sputterer and another man. Up behind sputterer, when the other goon swung a punch that would have probably broken her neck, Neimi caught it in both hands and redirected the momentum to lift the man up over her shoulders and onto a table. His leg kicked a chair out, and Neimi grabbed it to smash sputterer over the head. It didn't break like in the movies, when you hit someone with a chair in real life, they break. Sputterer and goon four were down. Neimi sighed, and went back to her seat, smiling at Shin and Fausto as they played pool. She grabbed the bottle again, and took a draft.
A voice rang out from the darkest corner of the bar, avoice Neimi knew well and one with many bad memories attached to it. "Well, Neimi, you certainly haven't changed one bit in all these years."
Everyone around Neimi flinched at the sound of shattering glass, as Neimi uncounscously shattered the bottle of absinthe in her hand, cutting a deep gash in her palm and sending broken glass everywhere. Ignoring it, she turned in her seat to face the corner. When she spoke, her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed her deep turmoil. "Hello, Marcus."
Marcus, a man in his late twenties, stood up and began to slowly make his way across the bar. He stood just under seven feet tall, with a lean build and face that was just feminine enough to make it sexy, and slick black hair pulled back into a ponytail with two strangs hanging in his face. He was dressed too-nicely for a bar, in a suit and dress pants, and he extruded an aura of lust. When he reached where Neimi was, he took a seat and sipped a martini. "You're doing good. Didn't you wonder where I was, what I was doing?"
Neimi scowled. "Yeah, I hoped you were six feet under getting eaten by maggots. My luck has never been good, obviously."
Marcus laughed, then stood up. He began walking out, but when he got next to Neimi, he leaned over and whispered into her ear so that only she could hear. "You know, Nay Nay, we did used to have a lot of fun together. Why don't you come home with me tonight, just like old times." He paused then said "It will be fun." tantalizingly. Then he turned his head and pecked Neimi on the cheek.
Quick as a flash, Neimi headbutted him, splattering his nose, and her foot flipped the neck of the broken bottle into her hand, which she slashed upward, ripping his shirt and drawing a line of blood from hip to temple. She swung the bottle back down, to rest the now red point just below his jaw, pressing just hard enough to draw blood. Her voice shook with anger "Marcus, if I ever see you again, I swear to god I will kill you, you sadistic son of a bitch!"
Marcus backed up out of Neimi's range, then turned around and walked out of the bar. Neimi turned back to the bartender and said, "Give me a pearl." The bartender reached behind him and poured Neimi a shot glass of pure alchohol. The bar was dead silent, and Neimi didn't even notice that she shook enough to spill part of her drink as she brought it to her lips.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Mar 15, 2009 16:14:55 GMT -6
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"Oh dear..." Shin looked up from lining his shot to watch the redhead assault the Casanova. Sure, she'd been fighting bar mongrels before, and they'd nipped and yipped until she showed them the door. That was one thing; it hadn't elicited emotions from her. This, on the other hand... he adjusted his posture, bringing the cue up to rest against his shoulder, grip tightening. If the man had hit back, he might have found himself with a pool cue to the back of the head. That's what the tightened grip told Shin he was feeling.
Watching Mr. Suave and feminine machismo run his red-lined face out of the bar and into the night, Shin leaned the pool cue against the table's side. His eyes were narrowing. "Let's put this game on hold for the moment. I feel like I should go talk to her..." He slipped away from the table, sliding into the stool by her side.
The words 'who was he' flew by his mind as he watched her glass shake in her grip, but it didn't feel right. She'd probably evade it. Saying 'who was (s)he' held similar effects. "You alright?" He settled on it. The bartender looked at him expectantly, but he waved the man off.
Posted by faustomartense on Mar 15, 2009 18:16:17 GMT -6
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If something more was needed for him to gain more rejection to that girl was see her in a fight. and she had already filled the expectations better he was expecting. Someones had been beaten, some others had broken bones. where was the justice in that? Justice without force is useless but the force without justice is only violence. why she had to be so violent with people who had not done anything wrong? she reminded him a bit of himself, not long ago he had seek for the murderer of his parents for the sole purpose of killing him and gain obtain revenge . but when he achieve it he realized that it wasnt the answer. His dead didnt bring they to life again . Beating these men in that brutal way didnt solve anything but she had done anyway... Although she was pretty a good fighter, the boy was not sure if he would win without using his saliva. one bite and she would be so dead, but she gonna be difficult to bite . Mercenary ... is the only thing that she could be ... but maybe Slate would be interested to know about this girl. As all noticed, a men approched her .he was too well dressed for the bar. but Shin was also too well dressed ...but Shin just not called as much attention as him . Fausto did not get to hear the words but the man whispered something to the girl. certainly was nothing good because she almost killed him. But they seemed to knew each other...
The boy turned around and continued playing, he needed to be accurate . a single shot and he could finish the game, if he fail he would give the opportunity to Shin to win .he didnt want to lose, he had never liked to lose.Accuracy, more skill than strength. It was not his lucky day but did it . it wasnt a very difficult shot but all the noise in the place had made it a little more difficult. the owner of the bar and did not say a word. That certainly happened often with her around. she would pay the damage and nobody will complain about it . Despite the movement in the bar and the fight that just ended, Fausto was a bored. they were wasting time, not doing anything extraordinary. not saving the world , neither a life .
Damn it. Why did she have to bring the others along? Stupid, stupid stupid.
"Never better," Neimi said, though her voice shook as she signaled the bartender for another pearly, then another, avoiding Shin's gaze. Her free hand clenched and unclenched strongly at her side, powered unconcously by the force of her anger and misery. At that point, Neimi wished she actually could get drunk enough to pass out. A drop of water landed on her hand as she brought the next drink to her mouth, then another. There must be a leak in the roof, thought Neimi, but when her hand brushed her eyes, she felt wetness there. She began muttering under her breath without noticing it, soft enough that someone standing next to her probably could only hear snatches of it.
"Damn primp ... ruin my fun... get drunk, but.... never, since that... kill him... thought I loved... he tried..."