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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It didn’t take long on the bench for Bacchus to know that Isabel would not be choosing to follow and sit next to him. He didn’t know what exactly he did wrong but something must have upset her, ‘Maybe she is jealous?’ Bacchus asked himself trying hard not to laugh to the point where he fell over. A small chuckle escaped at that thought, ‘Isabel…Jealous….’ there was no way Isabel was the jealous type, and if she was then she should have made a move at any of the many opportunities Bacchus gave her.
Attention shifting on to the ring Bacchus frowned slightly, “The wacka plans on winning he better be ready to kill, the Dome is no place to show compassion…” he didn’t know why but Bacchus hated the kid for his ideals, mainly because he pointed out something Bacchus was already in denial about. Bacchus accepted that he was a killer but murder was something he still couldn’t accept. Where were the heroes when you actually needed them? If there were such things as heroes then Bacchus wouldn’t have come to America to work for the Order and Kabal to make the big bucks in order to save his friends back home.
After the healer was done healing his wounds Bacchus looked slightly to Jaxon, “Guess this was fate then Sheila, I’m new to the states I might need someone to show me around…” he finished up with a small wink and then looked back to the ring. Classic move, play they ‘I’m not from around here card’ that play has yet to fail.
Jaxon was defiantly a Spunk a regular ten on his radar and from what she could tell she didn’t have a problem with killing but just in case he might have scared her he quickly added, “Sorry if I scared ya Sheila, the bloke was a regular cockie and was nothing but trouble…” he looked to his massive hands then back to the ring hoping it was the righteous Wacka was the one to get his butt kicked, if not odds were the small fry was going to have to fight with Bacchus, something the kid was no where near ready for.
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David’s outburst about killing and murder made Jax wince, and when he stormed off she called after him with a pleading tone in her voice. “David...? Don’t be like that…” Watching him go into the ring, his anger making his attack reckless, Jaxon had to look away. She really could watch him get himself beat up. Muttering under her breath, Jax shook her head, hearing the crowd boo. “Oh god, David…”
Looking at Shin, she was glad he was talking to Isabel. Hopefully everyone could be cool by the time David’s fight was over. But either way this night was going to end badly. Bacchus and Shin had both won their fights, so if David won… He would have to fight either his friend or… or a guy he had just argued with about murder and killing.
But was this fight really any different? David had chosen to do this; it wasn’t like he had to kill in the ring anymore than he had to kill anywhere else. Looking at Shin, she could tell he was confused. She wished she could have explained it more, but Jaxon was still shaken up after the incident and was still working out exactly what had happened. Shin started cheering for David, and Jax chuckled, albeit weakly, at his shouted comments.
As she looked over at the two of them, she noticed that the demons hadn’t faded completely. She had forgotten them and stopped pulling her power back, leaving them in their insubstantial limbo. With a wrinkle of her forehead she started reeling them in, making sure they vanished this time, while the healers worked on Bacchus’s cuts.
Catching sight of the girl’s somewhat odd looks, Jaxon flinched, startled when a healer put a hand on her forehead. The feeling of something moving through her, an energy that wasn’t her own, was distinctly uncomfortable, but the soothing sensation that followed was pleasant. When he left, she no longer felt shaking and like she wanted to pass out, so maybe it had been more new than bad.
Bacchus’s comments brought her out of herself and she nodded. “Yeah…” She had to smile, feeling better now that she had been worked on, as he asked for help. “Fate, hmm? I don’t know about that, but I know my way around New York, I could show you just about anything. Well, except places like this… But I think your girlfriend might be a little upset if I showed you around.”
She shrugged when he brought up Jerry. “I’m just glad he’s gone, and now he can’t do it to someone else… they might not be lucky enough to have someone to help. And no offense, but some of the things I’ve seen are a lot scarier than you are.” She grinned, flirtatious despite the possible girlfriend lurking.
David started to bounce back and for the, from foot to foot, working a plan out in his head. His opponent started slowly walking forward, probably confident that this fight would be easy, thinking David would go down quick. It wouldn't be that easy.
The man got close and tried to grab David, but once he did David kicked off with the boost in his boots and jumped into the fence, feet first. From there he kicked off again, surprising the other man laying a punch across his face. The element of surprise payed off, his opponent was shaken, and the crowd was starting to turn.
The boos turned into cheers, as the thought that would would be a quick and uneventful ass kicking was becoming a real match. The man dashed toward David quickly, and David tried to kick him in the side, but he caught David's foot. Immediately David used the boost in the other boot to give a kick straight up into the jaw of his opponent. The man stumbled backwards, as David dropped onto his back.
His opponent tried to take advantage of David's position, trying to lay a kick while he was down, but the quick wasn't able to hit him full force, and David still managed to get to his feet. His confidence was growing, maybe he had a chance. His opponent wasn't going to let that confidence last though, he rushed David, letting loose a flurry of punches. David slowly worked his way backwards, across the ring, barely blocking the blows. What he didn't notice was the most important part, the man was not just trying to simply punch David, no at this moment he was using his own power.
The man had the gift to string out a thin spider like silk from his finger tips. As he punched he letting the silk out, and then suddenly he simply took a step back and pulled the thread tight, tieing David's arms to his chest. Adrenaline shot through David's body, as the shock of what just happened hit him, he could no longer defend himself. For the first time in the fight a smile went across his opponent's face, as he knew it was coming to a close. The man pulled bacl and decked David, sending him stumbling back a few feet, but David still stood firm. Again the man punched him across the face, and still David kept his footing. For the third time the man pulled back and gave David' all he had, sending him back into the cage wall, then to one knee.
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“Decorated the floor, huh?” Shin crossed his arms as she crossed hers, glanced at the body and shook his head. So the man had been some thug beating on a lady. Disgusting. Still, no reason to blow the back of his head out but what can you do? “What’s done is done. He really shouldn’t have done something to piss someone off in as dangerous a crowd as this. That’s practically asking them to calculate the size of your tombstone… but I’m glad the girl is alright. Pretty interesting power there… but anyways, thanks for the compliment. Thought he had me there for a minute, but then pow.” He made a miniature explosion motion with his hands, then glanced at his shoulders. They were still a little heavy and gold with the remnants of the fight. “Pft, I liked this coat too. Wait, is that an anurid brusshopper?” He goggled at the crocotoad, or was it a frogodile? Allitreefrog? Gatoribbit? “What would one even call that…? The only thing that comes to mind for me… is awesome.”
A finger stretched out to poke the thing in its nose. It vanished just as he’d pointed it out. Jaxon was drawing her powers back in. All that escaped Shin’s mouth was a disappointed ‘aww’ as he crouched at eye level with the gatoribbit with his hands on his knees.
A rising call from the crowd brought his eyes back up to the ring. “Uh oh. String theory.”
Isabel smiled in amusement as the young man codenamed Shard spoke again. The healers certainly did their job well if the kid had so much energy restored after his fight. At least, she assumed he was a kid. He looked young enough, and thus far acted even younger. Not that she could say much about it, even if she'd wanted to. She was a little more than childish herself on more than a few occasions. Her most recent actions may or may not have fallen into that category. Like continuing to ignore Bane and his comments to the young woman. Not that she particularly cared. She very nearly always found herself justified in the way she acted. It wasn't really her concern if others didn't see it the same way.
With mild curiosity she watched as the young mane made a move to bother the strange reptilian creature as she'd previously done before it's ghost-like form finally dissipated into nothingness. Apparently the girl had finally fully reeled in her abilities. "I don't know what it is. Some kind of ghost thing, I guess. I was calling it a Frogodile in my head. I think I'd like one for my room. It'd make a kick ass pet," she replied, turning away from the spot the creature had previously inhabited and looking toward the cage where the match was still going on.
She couldn't help but grin at the sight of the preachy young man getting all tangled up and tossed around like a sack of potatoes. "Looks like that kid's all talk. There seems to be a lot of that going around," she commented, shifting her wight from one leg to the next as she watched for what would happen next. Maybe he'd break the kid's jaw. Briefly she wondered if the healers would leave something unmended if a higher-up requested it. A few weeks with his jaw wired shut might teach him some control over his tongue. "Doesn't look like the kids' even got a useful mutation. He probably should have picked a place a little more in his league. Like fighting humans, maybe."
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The fight no longer interested Bacchus seeing as the looks of it, the fight could go either was and from the looks of it none threw out to many interesting moves. The only thing that caught Bacchus’s attention was the spider like threads that shot out of one of the shrimp’s fingers. They caught his attention but that was about it because the second he saw them the second he lost interest. All he would have to do is just give a tug on them and the fight would be over, a tug then a fist. There was no way Bacchus was going to be caught in a spider’s trap like that.
Shrugging as he looked down at Jaxon and said, “I’d like a tour,” he then finished his sentence up trying not to laugh, “She isn’t my girlfriend, she made it quite clear we are friends,” he let out a snicker, “But that doesn’t stop me from teasing her every now and then does it?” He looked at his large hands as he clasped them together, “She was the first person in the states to help me out, which was interesting enough seeing as I was naked when she found me…” he let out a laugh and looked at her, “Long, Long, Long, Story.”
Grinning at her next statements Bacchus replied, “Scarier huh, that's the look I usually go for...” he let out a play sigh and continued, “Guess I could always pull off a Giant Teddy Bear look…” he looked up back to the fight and sighed as one of them was down on his knee, “Coming to an end me thinks…” said Bacchus as he looked around the pit to see where Ulysses ran off to.
He didn’t find Ulysses what he found what looked to be a slightly agitated Isabel who was talking it up with Shard. Shrugging and turning back to Jaxon as he patted her gently on the back, “What are you doing being hooked up with a bloke like that anyways? You're a good-looking Sheila, seems to me you could have pick of any Gent in this place, out picky or something? Or just have something for the bad guy?” asked Bacchus with a big sly grin.
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Glancing at David’s fight, she winced, unable to look away for a moment. David had landed a kick in his opponent’s jaw, but that swiftly turned on him, ending up on the floor with the other man trying to kick at him. David got away, but soon he was under a barrage of punches and forcing David back. “Oh no… David…”
What looked like gossamer thread was somehow strung between the two fighters, and before Jax could tell what it was, the opponent was backing away tightening the apparent-lasso around David. Soon David was in trouble after receiving punches that he couldn’t block.
“Naked, hmmm… might make you tell me that story sometime.” Averting her eyes, it was hard to watch, she saw Bacchus’s gaze looking around and settling on Isabel. Following it, she saw her still talking to Shin. She wasn’t looking favorably on the fight, though Jax couldn’t tell if it was because she didn’t like the way it was going, or if she didn’t like David. Feeling a hand on her back, Jaxon turned back to Bacchus.
Turning up the wattage on her smile as she flirted, relieved that the other girl wasn’t going to come for Jaxon’s throat, she tilted her head to the side, leaning back against his hand, while looking up at him. “Same could be said of you. Why aren’t there a dozen girls hanging off those shoulders?” She shrugged, her eyes flashing upwards at the same time, she honestly had no why Grace had thought that guy was a good date. “Maybe I’m too much for the good guys and bad guys think they can handle me.”
With a lifted eyebrow, she leaned closer, running a hand through her hair. “But you seem to have big hands… Are you a bad guy?” She grinned.
"No" David thought as the man walked closer "It couldn't be over, it wasn't over." His opponent had different plans throw, and reached back to give the finishing blow, leaving himself open for a last ditch attack. He put all he could into his shoes, accelerating as fast as he could, straight up into the face of his opponent. He headbutted him, sending both of them to the ground.
His head was pounding, but with the adrenaline flowing he barely noticed it anymore. This was his chance. His body lay next to his opponent, but only a few feet farther up, a lucky position. His feet were on par with the man's head, and he gave as hard of a kick he could muster, and with the power of his boot he not only nailed the man in his temple, but the force kept turning him on the ground, almost enough to make him do an entire 180.
The man was just laying still, giving an awkward silence as David wasn't sure what to do next, but he didn't have to do anything. The blow was enough to knock the man out. As the Ref announced it the crowd had mixed reactions, some cheered for him, the others, who had lost money on the fight, were not nearly as happy.
David didn't care or notice though, he was too busy cheering for himself on the ground. He tried to get up, but was still stuck because of the man's threads. "Ahh someone get this stuff off me" He yelled as he sat up in the ring. As if on call some people came to the ring to help the two fighters, a group took the unconscious man out of the ring, another two came to David, and cut him free.
David immediately jumped up, still excited over the win, and started to walk out of the ring, one of the men grabbed his arm and started to heal him. Immediately David shoved him away, "No thanks, I'm fine... really." He lied. Truth was ever since his trip to the doc's office at the Mansion David hasn't wanted to be anywhere near a "healer". He just didn't like it. He walked out of the ring and back towards the group. "How about that." He said, giving Isabel and Bacchus a grin.
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“All talk, huh? Well talk may be cheap, but luck is priceless. Would you look at that?” David had managed a win. It wasn’t the most brilliant win, but still, a critical hit was a critical hit. He’d kept the crowd biting their nails until the very end. Shin quirked an eyebrow as David popped back in to rub the win in the girl and her giant’s faces.
“… Good job?” Shin offered helpfully. “Let’s hope your next opponent is Stephen Hawking.” Another person well-versed in string theory. It could be David’s gimmick. But still… “You did pretty well for your first fight. How do you feel? Remember not to get too cocky~”
Clearly it had been a lucky hit on Preachy's part. Isabel simply gave a huff as his opponent went down after a harsh looking butt to the head. She still stood by her previous statement. She was willing to bet that without those boots, the kid wouldn't have stood a chance. Wasn't it cheating to use gadgets in a mutant fight? The opponents were supposed to use mutations, not technology. "Luck is for people that don't have any skill," she replied curtly to the young man that had decided to speak to her. She didn't need luck. She had enough confidence in her abilities to carry her through any tough scrapes. Luck had nothing to do with it.
When the kid refused the aid of the healers as well as shooting her companion and herself a look as he passed, she glared venomously at him. She didn't care for his arrogance, and she'd warned him twice about both his attitude and who he picked his fights with. She'd said she wouldn't warn him again. "He brushed off the healers after nearly braining himself. He can't be feeling too good at the moment. Though his ego had seems to have inflated. I think it should be tempered," she commented, answering the question that Shard had not directed at her. "He'd do well to adjust his attitude."
At the moment, she was in just the set of mind to help him with that attitude. Her mood had taken a nosedive during the amount of time that had passed after Bane's fight, and she had no patience to deal with some kid who thought he had the right to look down his nose at everyone. Smoothly a small spine similar to the one she hadn't used slid into her hand. With a flick of her wrist she sent the spike toward the cocky young man, aiming to plant it between his shoulder blades. He was messing with the kids in the big league. She'd show him just how far over his head he'd gotten.
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Shrugging to Jaxon’s question he looked around and said, “Well from the looks of the crowd, there only seems to be a handful of women and most of which look to be the type that flock to men with money and seeing as I am down here,“ Bacchus lifted his large foot, “In the pit fighting it is pretty obvious that I don’t have much to offer anyone,” he grinned slightly and said, “besides I often come off as intimidating…” Setting his hands back to his side he took note to Jaxon running her fingers through her hair and moving closer. Moving the hand closet to her he lifted it in the air then set it down in front of her, “Sheila I just killed that bloke without a second thought and these hands can get much, much bigger,” he grinned slightly and said, “I also saved you… think I’ll let you decide if I am good or bad.”
His eyes retuned to the ring as he witnessed the final hits of the fight a head but then a kick to the head, “Pfftttt” Bacchus chuckled as he the fight ended with the shrimp as the winner. The crowd was mixed between cheers and Boo’s and Bacchus couldn’t make the decision in time to do which one. Up until the kid gave Isabel and himself a smug grin, “You wouldn’t have lasted more than five minutes with anyone else, but the head but was a nice touch and if the kick was a little bit harder you could have killed him easily, congrats, mate… your almost in the big boy section….” He looked over to Isabel and gave a small grin as she flung a small spine at the pipsqueak.
Still on the bench Bacchus looked at the next upcoming fight and grinned slightly, a speedster and a teleporter, funny enough the fight only lasted a few seconds seeing as the speedster ran right into the cage getting himself stuck. As the fight was over Bacchus looked to Jaxon and said, “Poor mate didn’t stand a chance.”
During the intermission for the upcoming fight Bacchus was handed a bottle of Vodka by Ulysses who could tell when Bacchus was on edge or excited wither way when either one of those emotions hit him his senses seemed to compensate by increasing and seeing as there were close to a thousand people in the stadium the noises were defiantly not quiet. As he took a big swig of the drink he could already tell that Isabel wasn’t going to approve of the drinking before a fight but he needed it to calm himself down.
Being the gentleman that he was Bacchus lowered the drink from his lips and offered some to Jaxon wondering if she wanted any. He knew that if Isabel wanted some she wouldn’t even ask for some she would just take it other than her and Jaxon no one else would be getting any.
The next fight like the one before it was relatively short the fight consisted of a high flyer mutant and one that could move the earth with mere motions on his body the funny thing was when the high flyer came in for the strike the earth bender crushed his face with a rock.
As the bell sounded and the crowd cheered Bacchus set down the now empty bottle of vodka and looked to Jaxon with a grin on his face, “Looks like I am up for the semi-finals… How about a good luck kiss?” he grinned as she responded to him and walked into the ring with nothing on his body except for his expanded pants. The crowd started to pick up a Bacchus’s theme song started to play, getting himself pumped up for the fight he started pumping his fist to “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC. Grinning as he looked upon his significantly smaller opponent Bacchus heard the announcer speak, ”Ladies and Gentleman… I give you the first round of the Semi finals; in one corner we have our Indestructible Giant, the bringer of the Thunder, the one who gave us the “Thunder Storm” Giant’s BANE!!!!” The crowd cheered again as he looked up to the screen with a sly grin on his face, he was the one that was going to lose, odds were against him ten to one, ‘The fusionist?’ Bacchus asked as he looked upon the small man curious, “And in our other corner the Fusionist! The binder of fighters the untouchable jam!” the crowd cheered some more as the bell rang commencing the start of the fight.
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Jaxon raised her eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I thought we were going on looks… because you are fine in that department.” She grinned, letting the hand in her hair drift free and come down to rest lightly on his elbow, then began to drag the pads of her fingers back and forth over a small area. “I think, the only reason people have second thoughts is because they wonder if they can do what they want to do, they second guess their abilities. If people could do whatever they wanted, they would. If I’d had a chance, I’d have done whatever it took.” She sighed leaning back with a soft smile. “I think that makes you normal. We all walk a line.”
David finished the fight, the crowd seemed unsure how they felt about it, but Jaxon was glad, and at the same time she didn’t like the idea that now he had to fight again. It was odd how she felt a bit protective of him. Watching him push away the healers and give Bacchus and his friend a look, Jaxon hoped he wouldn’t start anything.
Nodding in agreement about the short fight, Jaxon watched a monkey approach and give a bottle of alcohol to Bacchus. Jaxon was surprised, to say the least. When Bacchus offered her a drink, she shook her head with a smile and a soft “No thank you…”, but she didn’t say that she didn’t drink. Not many people understood, Jaxon barely understood why she couldn’t stand it, and it was just easier to not explain. Reaching down to the little primate she offered her hand. “Hello…”
The monkey gripped her hand, introducing himself as Ulysses, and climbing up to sit with them for a moment. Jaxon returned the introduction, giving him her name, and after telling her not to distract Bacchus, and exchanging a look with the man, he scampered off to get ready for the next fight, which Bacchus was in apparently.
Ulysses warning followed by Bacchus’s request, made Jax smile. After a second of mischievous thought, she nodded. “I think I would like that…” Moving closer, Jaxon slid a hand to his neck, her mouth smiling a puckish smile, and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Holding it a moment, the position giving her a gentle tingle in her stomach, Jaxon inhaled. He smelled warm, sweaty, with that certain smell only men had.
After the brief kiss, Jaxon pulled away with a smile and a wink. She looked over at David and found his friend the Shard talking to him. As it turns out, David wasn’t the one she had to worry about starting trouble.
Bacchus’s friend Isabel had somehow made a small spear, Jaxon hadn’t seen exactly how, and it shot towards David’s turned back. Lurching to her feet, she shouted a warning.
"Thanks." He responded to Shin "Not cocky, just enjoying a win, though it feels like my chin has been knocked a few inches to the left." He reached up and rubbed the side of his face. The adrenaline was starting to where off, and with it the pain was coming up.
He grabbed a water bottle and listened to what Bacchus said. Considering how they were before the fight, David decided to take it in a friendly way. He may not have agreed with the man's way of solving problems, and still didn't, but he wasn't one to hold a grudge. "Hey a win is a win, I'm just lucky I didn't face any of those guys." The girl made a snide challenging comment herself, which seemed unnecessary. "My attitude is fine, so please drop it." He said as he started to turn to her, but before he could even finish he heard Jaxon scream a warning.
His body turned around as the spear flew across his arm and in bedded itself into a chair. David reached his arm up to the now bleeding gash on his arm. His wiped some of the blood and stared at his hand. "So this is your solution to a problem." He said wiping the blood on his pants. "Who needs to reason with anything, when you can just stab it out of your way, correct?" He said, the anger in his voice evident, "Well, you sure f***ing showed me." David grabbed his shirt from the chair and buttoned it back on. By this time his voice was back down to a normal steady level. "Would you rather my attitude be more like yours? An easy to anger violent witch? Well don't you worry your pretty little head, I won my match, I got my money, and I am outta here."
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“Now hold on a minute,” Shin stepped between Isabel and David with arms raised. “Petty insults are one thing, and disagreements another, but that…” He yanked the bone spear from the chair cushion and held it out in front of him like a magic wand. “That is a little excessive for a petty squabble! It’s a good thing no one got hurt… I mean, granted one should watch their mouth on either side. Preaching all this problem-solving prowess and capping off the sentence with profanity… that’s about as useful as battering it with your fists. Here’s a solution I think we can all get behind. How about you go over here with me David, and leave these mutants alone.” He grabbed David’s shoulder and nodded to the benches a little ways away. Leaning in, he whispered the sad truth in David’s ear. “I wouldn’t bother them if I were you. You’re still in it for the next round, and the odds are against you if you get paired off with her friend here. They don’t usually let people fight and run…”
“So… anyways.” He turned back to the girl with a sheepish look on his face. “Thanks for filling me in on what happened. Nice meeting you. Bye.” And with that he pushed forward, attempting to wheel David away from his potential demise. He hoped neither side took it the wrong way. Putting up a barrier of space between angry faces usually solved the problem, right?
Isabel shot a less than kind look over toward Bane's latest distraction after she'd shouted her warning. Now had that really been necessary? She'd had a perfect shot lined up and the young woman had to go an ruin it. While the healers probably could have fixed the Preacher, even a short term paralysis would have been worth while. However, she did manage to make him bleed, earning a smug little smirk from her when she turned back to face her newest potential playmate. Maybe she'd cut through the muscle. If that was the case, he'd be needing a healer if he intended to use his arm any time soon. She wondered how eager they'd be to help him out after he'd refused their help the first time. She doubted luck would save him if he went back into the ring injured. She'd like to see that fight anyhow.
"It would seem to be, wouldn't it?" she replied coolly, if for no other reason than to contradict his own tone and try to rub him the wrong way just a little longer. "I told you to watch who it was you mess with, Chickie. Consider this a crash course. Maybe next time you'll think before you try took down your nose at anyone." She didn't particularly think he'd take her words with any sort of seriousness, but she didn't see why she couldn't prove her own point. He'd insulted her friend, after all. She had every right to step in and defend him. She may or may not had her own feelings to vent as well.
"Better my attitude than the disposition of one who goes around calling people names. Especially if they had just happened to save your friend," she shot back, her attention shifting over to Shard as he stepped between her and her newest rival. She simply quirked a brow at him as he brandished the released bone at her. "Excessive is just my style, if it can be considered that," she responded, reaching out a hand and taking a hold on the end of the spine, the bone immediately melting out of Shard's hand and disappearing into her palm. "Bye," was all she offered as a farewell, watching as the two moved away from her. It was a shame the young man had to keep his little friend in line and away from the big kids. She'd been getting along with him fairly well. If she ever came back to the Dome, perhaps she'd see him again. It all depended on if he became a regular fighter. And if she ever decided to take and invitation from Bane again.
Speaking of the Giant, she was still determined to ignore him, no matter how hard it was not to hear what he said. She didn't quite know if he was just trying to upset her, as he'd done in the past, or if he truly was interested in the attention from the young woman. Most likely it was the latter. It wasn't hard to see that she was a very pretty young woman and she seemed to have a good enough disposition. Not to mention she was willing to go along with Bane's behavior more readily than Isabel had ever been. She hoped the young woman was a little more sensible than her injured companion. She assumed she'd find out eventually, especially if Bane decided he was interested in pursuing the girl. If he was, Isabel didn't doubt she'd be seeing the other girl around the Sanctuary at some point.
She didn't bother to cheer as Bacchus got in the ring for his second fight. She didn't particularly feel like rooting for him any longer. Her feathers were still ruffled and she wasn't in the mood to encourage him in any way. That prick of an emotion she'd identified as jealousy still confused her. Or at least, she was working on convincing herself that it confused her. She didn't see any reason why she should be jealous of the young woman they'd only just met, and so she'd refuse to acknowledge any kind of understanding over the emotion. Instead she focused more on her anger and allowed that emotion to dominate her mood.
Since her conversational acquaintance had slunk away with his mouthy friend, she was left on her own again. She didn't particularly feel like making small talk with the young woman they'd met, nor did she feel like distracting Ulysses, should he want to watch the fight of speak to the girl himself. Instead she made her way back over to where she'd originally been when she'd hopped the barrier and met up with the chimp. There she simply leaded up against the railing, crossing her arms and indulging in some sulking. She wasn't really interested in the fights anymore, but she didn't particularly feel like fighting through the crowd to find an exit, either. She'd sit through the rest of the fights and go home afterward. Hopefully some would be interesting.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.