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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Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 14, 2009 22:04:36 GMT -6
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The sound of the crowd died down slightly as the euphoria that was the thrill of the fight came over Bacchus. He didn’t know why but his opponent was to casual about the fight, Bacchus just stared at his partner and moved his foot up slightly telegraphing his charge. The bell had just wrung and Bacchus’s expanded hand was already through the fusionist’s arm. Grinning slightly as the fight had yet to start and it was already over. He watched as his opponent’s arm exploded slightly and fell to the ground as the now three-limbed body fell away from his arm.
Letting out a loud laugh as he raised his hands in victory as the crowd started to cheer Bacchus let out a booming, “Over!” being so preoccupied in the victory dance that soon escalated after a second of fighting Bacchus couldn’t see the funisionest body turn into a jell like substance and inch it’s way over to Bacchus very slowly but then with intense speed.
Without warning the crowd cheers died down as everything went dark for Bacchus, his senses were cut off from the outside the only sense he could feel was something sliding over his body and the smell of rubber. The sudden shock of being entrapped shocked Bacchus to the point where he struggled for air. Nose and mouth coved Bacchus enlarged his body trying to increase his surface area so the large mass of goo that was now on his body would have to think of something else. Bacchus started to choke, as he tasted rubber in his mouth. As he tried to close it more and more of the goo slipped through his nose.
The contents of blue goo that covered his body quickly disappeared as the majority of the goo slipped into Bacchus’s body. “Did he? Yes, yes he did, the untouchable goop forced his way into the giants body and from there will wreck havoc on the body till the Giant can no longer move!” ‘Really?’ Bacchus thought to himself as he heard a voice coming from behind him.
“Your in deep shit!” Turning his head slightly he spotted a head sprouting from his bare shoulders. “Gah!” Bacchus gasped as he was stunned by the appearance of the face on his shoulder as Bacchus slipped from his own weight. “What the hell?” Bacchus asked as the head in his shoulder disappeared and then reappeared in the palm of his large hand. “This is my power, I fuse with my opponent and break them down from the inside, there is no way you can beat me I am integrated with your body now only I have the power to separate myself from you. You have lost Giant’s Bane, I am now you and you are now me.”
All Bacchus could do was blink as his hands lifted to his throat and started to grip tightly around it cutting off the air supply. Bacchus started to cough as he tried to inhale with no luck, gaining a slight power over one of his hands Bacchus grabbed onto the hand that was choking him and stared to squeeze it. The head of the fusionist appeared on Bacchus’s shoulder as he started to laugh with glee for he was under the impression that the fight would soon be over on account to the now red and slightly blue oxygen deprived face of the giant.
Posted by amaranta on Apr 15, 2009 19:54:46 GMT -6
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David was bleeding from where the girl had grazed him with her spear, and the two of them were trading insults again. A little more on the ball than she had been right after the incident with Jerry, she muttered under her breath as she walked over. “Hell… They can’t just fight like cats and dogs like everyone else, nope they take it to the mongoose-cobra level…”
Approaching while David was spitting words at Isabel, Jaxon had to agree with Shin. Unfortunately, from what she had seen and heard, she didn’t think they were going to let him leave. She shook her head sadly. “David… I don’t think they are going to let you leave.” Not just the event staff… the crowd was out for blood judging by how they were cheering and rooting for the fighters. And it was only getting worse.
“David, please don’t keep egging her on. Be the bigger man. The last thing we need is another fight down here. Just, keep it in your mouth for now, okay?” Glancing at his wound, with a glance at Shin for approval, she added, “I’ll get a healer and try to talk to her.”
Shaking her head, she headed for the healers, sending one over to David with a tap on the shoulder and a point in his direction. Jaxon strode over to Isabel, stopping next to the other girl and glancing over at David and Shin. “Hey.” Her tone was that of the peacemaker and she paused, still looking at David and not Isabel as she spoke. “You guys don’t like each other, and I get that. But I think everyone could tone it down a little.”
Turning to face Isabel, and incidentally the cage where Bacchus was fighting, Jaxon sighed. “Look, I think everyone is at an eight, and notching it down to a four would really…” Her eyes widened and her speech came to a halt as she stared at the fight. There was a head coming out of Bane’s shoulder! “What the hell?!”
David followed off to the seats, his arm still bleeding. "I'm done with the fighting, the boots are shot and I won't be able to stand another fight." He said reaching his hand up and wiping more blood from the wound "Still going." He said looking at the blood. "I think I can slip out Jaxon, just blend in with the crowd." He said turning to the fight, "And I think they are distracted with something a little more interesting."
She walked back to get him a healer, but David didn't want it. "Wait Jaxon.." He said calling to her, but it didn't matter, the healer was coming. "Sorry man, I don't need any help." The healer shok his head and gave David an annoyed look, before walking off. David grabbed his shirt and ripped off a long section. He tied the cloth around his arm and headed towards the gate. "Good luck Shin, I hope you win, and if you face the big guy be careful." He said hopping over it. One of the fight managers started to follow him, probably trying to keep David from escaping. He was too slow though, in a second David was engulfed by the crowd.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Apr 29, 2009 23:05:55 GMT -6
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“Don’t think they’ll let you… well, I’ll be damned. They did.” Shin shrugged as David simply walked out of the Thunderdome. One didn’t see that every day. Sighing, he walked over to Jaxon. At least, he wouldn’t have to worry with defending the guy now. Crossing his arms, he turned to stand next to her and watch the Giant’s fight. “David left,” he muttered conversationally, as if commenting on the weather.
Ah yes, and thunder clouds will move in by Sunday.
He bit his lip, watching the giant turn blue. Not a pretty sight. He could have been jolly and green, or big and red, but no… blue. It reminded him of Paul Bunyan’s ox… “Poor guy. Wonder how he’ll get out of this one… if it were me, I’d just…” His words faded into the murmur of the crowd.
Isabel paid little attention to the young woman as she strode over after the little spat with the mouthy fighter. There was little more than a brief, sidelong glance given as a greeting was spoken before her attention refocused on the fight, still retaining her casual air, as if she was no longer truly interested in anything that was going on in the Thunder Dome. She'd likely be making her way home once the final match was over. After the fighting was done, there was little reason for the crowd to stick around, so she assumed she'd have an easier time making her exit and getting herself back to the Sanctuary. She didn't see any need to wait up for Bane. If he wanted to speak with her, he should know where to find her within the mutant shelter and could therefore fetch her if he felt the need. After spending a night surrounded by shouting people, a little time to herself in her room sounded like it would be nice and relaxing. She still had a book she was perhaps only halfway through reading, so she could pick that up for a while until she felt like drifting off.
She didn't bother acknowledging the other girl's advice to temper her actions around the others in the pit. Isabel hardly ever listened to anyone when it came to judgment over her course of action, especially when those speaking to her were not part of the Order. Her faction was really the only thing that held any real sway over her. It was made up of her friends, and she would do nearly anything for them if she were asked. However, this was not a friend that was giving her advice, and so she felt completely in the right to ignore that advice and keep on her current track. She wasn't really fighting anymore by this point. In any case, she was simply watching, though it was not always the ring. Bane could live without her rapt attention for a little while. As the small speech continued, Isabel didn't even bother to acknowledge the words, her attention turning to examine the crowd to one side of her, much like a child deliberately pretending not to listen to what a parent was telling them. She'd let herself rest at whatever notch she felt like, thank you very much.
The sudden outburst was the only thing that effectively tugged at her curiosity, her gaze turning somewhat toward Jaxon in a still mostly uninterested way. The direction of the young woman's gaze gave Isabel the hint to turn her own attention back toward the cage. Her lack of interest quickly dissolved at the sight that met her. When the hell had Bacchus gained another head? Considering his opponent was no longer visible anywhere else in the ring, it was safe to make a guess as to where the head had come from. Isabel didn't care for it. She half expected the Giant to rip it off when it made itself known. That's probably what she would have done in that situation. She hadn't realized that the opposing mutant was actually integrated into Bane's body.
As the head moved, the fight only went further downhill at a more alarming rate. The other mutant was, in the most basic terms, causing Bane to choke himself to death. Isabel's face drained of color as quickly as the giant's filled with it. That had to be against the rules or something, didn't it? It seemed like such an underhanded way of fighting. And while Bacchus had made a point of telling her that his first fight had all been a show for the audience, she didn't quite believe the same could be said for the current brawl. She felt like she should do something, but what? It had never felt right to just sit back and allow her friends to put themselves into harms way. It felt even worse to be watching it for entertainment's sake, especially since it had all turned so dangerous at such an alarming rate.
Nervously her fingers began twisting themselves together. She had to make a conscious effort to keep her mutation from acting up on it's own. Her mind was starting to race as her worry built up, her body attempting to switch over into fight mode as a result. Thee was no need for her to do so at the moment. There were healers prepared to mend any damages that had been done, and she wasn't sure they'd allow the mutants to kill each other. Plus, Bacchus was in a giant cage. There was little she could do to help out in that situation anyhow. And still she felt like she should be doing something to help. He was her friend. She shouldn't sit back and allow him to get hurt. "Come on, Bacchus! Don't let that lowlife get the better of you just yet!" she shouted, not quite knowing what else she'd be able to do just yet. "Stop acting like such a pushover! These people came here for a fight!"
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Posted by Giant's Bane on Apr 30, 2009 20:30:58 GMT -6
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"Come on, Bacchus! Don't let that lowlife get the better of you just yet!"
Grinning slightly at the thought of being choked out by his own hand, Bacchus thought it was somewhat funny. He Bacchus was under the assumption that he was invincible in the ring and the only thing that could beat him was his self. Now laughing when he heard Isabel’s voice cheering him on. “What are you laughing about your about to lose!” cried the fusionist in Bacchus ear as Bacchus continued to laugh his grip tightened around his arm, through pursed lips he said, “Think it’s a bit ironic…”
"Stop acting like such a pushover! These people came here for a fight!"
Clenching his teeth as his grip tightened yet again he continued, “That the only way I can win…” taking the biggest breath he could mentally preparing himself from the pain Bacchus continued, “Is beat my self!” letting go of his wrist Bacchus grabbed his choking hand and snapped back the pinky and ring finger breaking them with a simple snap. Bacchus could hear the crowd gasps and aww at what Bacchus had just done to his own fingers.
A loud chimp call could be heard as Bacchus heard Ulysses cheering him on, but his friend’s voice quickly died down as the head on his shoulders let out a loud scream of pain. Bacchus barley even flinched as his hand let go of his neck and fell to his side.
After Bacchus figured out what the weakness was the fight changed up drastically the head on his shoulder moved to the side of his neck as it started to plea, “Your crazy! his voice died then came back as a screech as Bacchus made a fist and punched his ribs breaking at least two of them in the process. “GHAAAA!!!!!!! Just forfeit! This money isn’t worth your life!” cried out the fusionist as Bacchus punched himself rupturing his kidney, “Personally I don’t give a damn bout myself…” said Bacchus so only those near ringside and in the cage could hear him, “It’s not the money!” throwing a punch in his stomach again and then grabbing his wrist and breaking it Bacchus winched his body starting to ache, “It’s the motive behind the money that is worth fighting for!”
Ten broken bones, internal bleeding ruptured organs and black eye later Bacchus’s ears were bleeding as they picked up on the faint sound of the fusionist’s voice said, “Enough!” feeling the familiar sensation Bacchus lurched forward as the jelly form of the fusionist ejected himself from his throat. The jelly formed into the original body noticing the same injuries on his opponent. The body of the fusionist tried to get up but had no luck; both were spent and could barely move because of the injuries.
“Think that is game…” said Bacchus as he fell forward on top of his opponent covering him in the process. The count down finished and neither Bacchus nor his opponent could move. The fight was over and the now unconscious Bacchus won.
When Shin told her that David had left, Jaxon didn’t quite believe it. She turned and looked, but sure enough, David was gone. “Wow…I didn’t think he could.” She didn't frequent places like this, but everything she knew told her someone would have stopped him. I hope he gets home okay...
Coming back to the scene in front of her, and the slowly choking Bacchus, Jaxon winced. She really didn’t like the look of this. “I have no idea…” Jaxon had never been a fighter, and had never been in any situation like this one, so she had no idea what she would do to get out of it.
Despite Isabel pointedly ignoring everything that Jaxon had said, at least she cared enough about her friend to show some concern. The other girl was pale and her hands were fidgeting, something Jaxon was prone to herself though at the moment she was gripping the barrier as if trying to strangle it. When the girl bellowed from right next to her, Jax couldn’t help but wince a little.
She leaned slightly away from Isabel while she finished her shouting, flinching slightly, and when she was finished, Jaxon sighed. But it apparently worked because Bacchus seemed to get a second wind of energy. Any hope that Jax had gained quickly withered when he started breaking his own fingers and punching himself. At each punch and break Jaxon winced, her eyes closing, but then opening and unable to look away.
Then, in a weird body-barf, the other guy popped out of Bacchus. The count-down seemed to take forever, but the match was over and from what Jaxon could tell, neither opponent would be going a second round… But of course, she always forgot that healers could make them good as new and ready to fight again.
Watching the healers rush the two men, Jaxon watched them roll Bacchus off and onto his back, working before they even got him out of the cage. Glancing at Shin, then back Jax softly spoke. “Who do you fight next?” If watching someone she knew beat up a strange was hard, watching two people she knew, if only briefly, was going to be even harder.
If it came to that, Jax might just excuse herself to the ladies room and call a cab. Trying to get out safely with this crowd out on the street as the fight dispersed would be nearly impossible. It would be easier to leave before the crowd. But she didn’t want to leave without knowing how things ended. It made her curiosity itch to know.
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“What a dangerous guy… willing to kill himself to keep from killing himself.” Shin muttered. The fight quickly downgraded into self-inflicted brutality. Crossing his arms, Shin watched impassively for the obvious conclusion. With fighters like that, it was the only natural outcome. The fusionist could talk a big game, fight a good fight, and take control at the last minute, but he was still focused on surviving to the next round. The Giant, on the other hand, was not… and in fights of life or death, that was often the deciding factor. The bodies fell where they may. Shin shook his head.
“Well played. I would have played it differently, but well-played, all the same…” He glanced over at Jaxon as she asked him a question. “Think I fight him next, actually. Gotta wait to see if the healers can heal internal bleeding before the pairings are posted.” He frowned impatiently. “But honestly, I think I stand a chance.”
If the Giant were as reckless in his fight as he was with the Fusionist, more than a chance. They’d have to see how it all went down…
Isabel hadn't quite expected Bane to use the tactics he decided upon. She wasn't sure if he'd even heard her yelling her odd brand of encouragement at him but she fell silent once again when the first move was made. Her expression openly showed her surprise as Bacchus broke his own finger, the scream from the second head signaling that the action was out of the Fusionist's control, unlike the attempt to strangle the Giant. Isabel didn't like that at all. It was far too conflicting for her mind to properly process at the moment. At least when it was someone else hurting her friend she could place the blame on that opponent, and if need by step in and try to prevent them from doing any more harm. However, what could she do when it was her companion doing the harm to himself? She wanted to prevent the source of the injuries, but she didn't know that she could do anything about it when she'd have to be acting on her friend.
When bones began breaking through skin, a thrill of panic ran up her spine. Small fractures and numerous bruises were one thing, but when the bones actually began sticking through the skin, it was clearly evident what kind of effort was being put into winning the fight, the gooey mutant's screams emphasizing those efforts. The first thought she had was that she could help with the skeletal injuries. While she'd never attempted healing another person's bone before, she was almost certain she could do it. If she could shape their skeleton to some extent in order to do them damage, then why couldn't the less destructive route work? However, that feeling of usefulness quickly faded with the fact that whether it be hurting or healing, her interference with another person's body would do them harm in either case. Her body was different from theirs. Changing their skeletal structure would be painful for them where it wasn't for her. She would have no choice but to trust the healers in doing their jobs correctly.
It seemed to be an eternity before the fusing mutant admitted his defeat and promptly ejected himself in a less than pleasant manner. Isabel would have been relieved if Bane hadn't looked so awful. She was completely on edge as the match was declared over and the healers moved in to do their jobs. Now that the fight had finally ended and the mutant medics were at work, she tried telling herself she could relax, but her body didn't want to comply. It was likely she wouldn't be able to calm down until she was back at the Sanctuary and Bacchus was no longer fighting for the evening. She didn't doubt he'd go back whenever he felt like it. She just may not be attending his matches again.
The comment made about uncertainty of the healer's abilities to repair internal bleeding didn't escape her, but she chose to ignore it. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if the medical team couldn't fix one of the fighters. She didn't have a clue as to what she'd do with herself if her friend was hurt beyond repair and she hadn't done anything to prevent it. While the repairs were being made, hopefully with success, she stayed put. Uneasily her weight shifted from one leg to the other and back again several times, unsure of what to do with herself. She wasn't allowed in the ring, and she didn't want to get in the staff's way when Bane's well being was at stake. Besides that she was supposed to be ignoring the Giant. She'd already failed miserably in her decision to stop cheering him on, and her attempt to remain uninterested and aloof had crashed and burned just as quickly. Perhaps she would wander over to keep Ulysses company when the next fight got underway. He would be a better companion than those that were currently sharing space with her. However, for the moment she stayed put, occasionally shifting her weight once more, waiting to see what was to come next.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 6, 2009 12:35:45 GMT -6
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The smell of blood filled the air as Bacchus’s large fingers twitched slightly as a warm sensation fell over his fingers that he broke on his own. The echoes of the cheers from the ex-cons and criminals reverberated through his ears as his head stopped swimming ant the instant ringing stopped. The warm sensation of his body being stitched up moved from his fingers to his throat then to his heart, it was then that Bacchus’s large chest started to heave up and down drawing large amounts of air in and letting them out.
The sounds and images around Bacchus started to become more and more recognizable as the breathing continued and the warm feeling moved around his body, sharp pains of bones being rest persisted only for seconds as the healing numbed the feeling. The total time took five minutes total an impressive feat considering that these healers were the best money could by and could fix broken limbs in seconds. Punctured organs from broken bones, internal bleeding and torn muscles were only some of the injures Bacchus and his opponent acquired with the little brawl.
Slowly Bacchus raised his head and then lifted his body up with his newly healed body. “I think I love you…” Bacchus said to the first healer he looked at, who gave Bacchus a look let out a laugh and in his deep hoarse voice said, “Your not my type guy…” Letting out a big smile Bacchus stood up shook his head and walked over to where Ulysses was standing with a towel and a large bottle of vodka. Grinning and lowering his large arm the monkey handed him the bottle and climbed up his arm and latched onto his back.
Taking a sip from the large bottle Bacchus looked at the countdown clock and grinned slightly, “Five minutes, eh?” “Not a lot of time, your against the shard next… watch your eyes other then that smash the hell out of him!” said Ulysses as Bacchus walked over to Isabel and beamed, “Thought you were ignoring me?” “You love putting her through this, don’t you?” nodding slightly to Ulysses comment Bacchus put his hand on Isabel and pulled her into a one arm hugged bringing the vodka in the other to his lips, “I knew you cared!”
As he pulled away from Isabel he looked up and spotted Jaxon and called out to her, “I think I won because of the kiss, brought me some good luck indeed!” feeling a small swat in the back of his head he heard Ulysses scold him, “You don’t use your brain much when it comes to women do you?”
Shin’s response made Jax somehow nod and shake her head at the same time. “Yeah… I don’t know what to think.” Jaxon’s head turned to look at Shin after his comment. How are you going to beat a guy willing to beat himself? Jaxon didn’t voice the thought, but in all honesty she couldn’t imagine how to beat something like that.
The girl didn’t seem to have much visible reaction until Bacchus was healed and slung an arm around her. Jaxon watched with a somewhat amused expression, mixed disbelief at his rapid recovery and good humor, and almost laughing at what the little monkey said following Bacchus’s display.
Chuckling in agreement, sharing a look with the furry little guy, Jax took the few steps to join the little group with a nod to Shin. “If you call that good luck, I guess I better not kiss you anymore…” She smirked, but then let that turn into a sigh. “I don’t think I can watch another one. That was a bit intense…”
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on May 10, 2009 17:27:29 GMT -6
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“Guess they could patch you up after all!” Shin waved as Bane called out to Jaxon. “That’s good. Means they’ll have more to fix later!” He laughed. A good-natured brag, that was all. The self-centered posturing ended a second later as his lips drew straight and thin like the underscore to a title. “But seriously, good fight. I don’t think the Fusionist stood a chance…”
His eyes shifted to Jaxon. He cut back the seriousness, tried to make them softer. His voice fell to a level only they could hear. “Don’t worry. The last fight of the night usually ends a bit rough, but there’s no way I’m letting either side end up dead on the floor. Not in my code. And looking at the way he’s been fighting all night, I think I have a plan…”
Silence. For a second, their voices were drowned out by the pleading roar of the crowd.
“We want more!”
“Bring on the next fight!!”
“LET THERE BE BLOOD!!
“Oh, I’ve got a plan for you, Bane!!” Shin called out, adopting the wrestling-rich persona once again. His hand shot out like an arrow to point straight at Bacchus’s heart. His legs were firm, his eyes, set like stone. He had a plan. “And the plan ends with BLOOD!!!”
The crowd erupted like a well-shook can of cola. Shin turned sheepishly to Jaxon with a weak laugh. “It’s an act, okay? All an act.”
Yeah, yeah. An act. And the crowd was foaming at the mouth out of courtesy.
A great wave of relief swept through Isabel at the first heave that was given by Bane's chest. Her own heart had nearly stalled with the realization that he hadn't been breathing prior to the healers' interference. She might have to kill him later for nearly giving her another heart attack. He seemed to be able to do that with more ease than she cared for. Tagging along after the Giant may not be so good for her health, physically or mentally. She was sure she could try to do something about it, maybe attempt to get him to behave a little, but it didn't seem as if it'd be a successful attempt. He was about as reckless as she was and didn't seem to care for many people other than himself. A lot of the time he was more concerned about money than his own well being.
She visibly relaxed as the Giant first sat and then got to his feet, seemingly good as new after the healer had gotten done with him. However, she'd not let a healer be an excuse for such behavior if it lead to injuries as serious as the ones he'd inflicted upon himself. She still didn't like it and she wasn't so sure he'd ever see her around the Thunder Dome again. She just couldn't stomach the idea of sitting back and allowing her friends to get hurt. She was also too tempted to kill the one opposing her companion, which would most likely not be beneficial to the business.
Her expression conveyed slight surprise as the Giant made a straight line for her after picking up the chimp and a bottle of vodka, leaving her little time to react as his arm was thrown around her and she was gathered up into a hug. Stubbornly she fought against the embrace, wriggling for freedom, or at least a bit of comfort. Being hoisted up in one arm was hardly ever comfortable, given the position of the arm. "I am ignoring you," she protested, taking a step back and making a show of brushing herself off once she was released from his grip. At least Ulysses seemed to sympathize with her situation a little. She knew she liked the chimp for some reason.
And then of course he had to open his big mouth again as he turned to speak with Jaxon about the kiss she'd given him. By this point all her worry had once again disappeared, replaced at first by irritation and then again by anger tinted with jealousy. She still refused to acknowledge the reason behind that jealousy, but she could always work well with anger. The color easily returned to her face as she made an attempt to bring a hand up under the bottle of vodka and knock it from Bane's hand. That ought to put a damper on his mood, should it work. Though even if the bottle remained in his grip, any alcohol that escaped the open top would work just as well. Booze on the floor was booze that could be in his system, after all.
She didn't stick around long after her childish outburst, but instead moved off away from the small group, ignoring the show that Shard was putting on for the crowd. Isabel would find another space in the pit to position herself in. She was still debating whether to stay for the fight or to leave Bane by himself. She wondered how well he'd do with an injured pride after his cheering section had abandoned him. She had, however, resolved not to cheer him on any longer, and this time she planned on upholding that decision. It may be an easier task to accomplish while she was seething.
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Posted by Giant's Bane on May 14, 2009 14:17:42 GMT -6
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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
The sound of the crowd seemed to die down as Jaxon spoke, ”Aww Sheila don’t say that, I got a round before I have to go back in, I thin…” Bacchus was cut off as Ulysses spoke in his ear quick to the point. Bacchus’s voice rose as is head quickly jerked around to find out where the kid went. “The lil bastard ditched the pitch? You can do that?” then it dawned on Bacchus that him and the shard were going to fight next, “Shit, I was looking to take a breather…” letting out a loud sigh Bacchus shrugged and said, “Shit’s weak, guess I have no choice.”
Looking back to Jaxon with a smile he added, “Just one more fight and then I get the prize money, nothing to worry about!” Bacchus was about to say something else when the “Shard” gave his little outburst.
“Oh, I’ve got a plan for you, Bane!!” “And the plan ends with BLOOD!!!”
A devilish grin appeared on the Giant’s face as he heard the Shard mutter the words of comfort to Jaxon to keep her from worrying. Bacchus was about to respond when he heard Isabel’s ‘I am ignoring you’ comment so instead of yelling back the challenge to Shard right away Bacchus directed his attention to Isabel who broke the bottle in his hand, “Really Isabel? Don’t be like that; you're the only one here that actually cares about my personal well-being, you and Ulysses…” shrugging for he knew that Isabel would change her tune when he took some damage from the Shard.
Looking up to the Chimp on his back Bacchus asked, “You think we can quench my thirst before the fight, my head is doing it’s thing right now…” with a smile and a nod only a chimpanzee could do Ulysses jumped from Bacchus’s shoulder to the ground and ran of towards the guards and began to engage them. Within a minute a keg was rolling towards Bacchus the top had a tap in it and everything. Now was the time engage in the taunt with the shard, after all it was all a show.
“OHI,” Bacchus yelled in Shard’s direction, “I’m gonna fix you up real quick and paint the floor with you blood!” throwing up his arms in the air and increasing the volume in his voice with his mutation calling out to the crowd he asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT?” and in a loud boom the crowd replied, “THUNDER TIME!” with a grin and a quick movement Bacchus’s hand and arm’s enlarged as he picked up the keg and ripped the top off as he enlarged his mouth and his throat chugging the contents.
The feeling of blood rushing to his forehead was apparent as he set the keg down, as if he was playing Bacchus stumbled then with a grin he grew and through his hands to the sky and let out a large roar.
As he stepped inside the ring Bacchus grinned and said, “Let’s give them a good show ohi mate?”
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Posted by amaranta on May 15, 2009 17:32:50 GMT -6
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“Thanks, that make me feel a little better…” Jaxon appreciated Shin’s attempt to be comforting. It had actually been working until he started shouting at Bacchus about blood. The comfort disappeared after that, despite his reassurance that it was an act. Jaxon knew acting, she did it frequently enough that she had better know it, and she had seen the fake wrestling on tv. This was nothing like that. “If you say so…”
The other girl, Isabel, didn’t seem too happy with Bacchus. Jax couldn’t blame her, she hated to be ignored by a man she was interested in. Isabel seemed to have an interest in Bacchus, whether she knew it or not, but if that interest was romantic like it seemed, he could very well be working in a way that would make her more mad than jealous. And judging by the girl’s behavior, that was what he was doing.
Shaking her head slightly at Bacchus, who had probably been about to ask for another ‘good luck charm,’ she didn’t respond. However she watched the little monkey bring back a keg with some surprise on her face.
Then his voice shouted back at Shin, he chugged the whole keg, and pretended to be drunk. At least, she was hoping he was pretending. Despite the fact that all eyes should have been on the two fighters, Jaxon had the strange feeling that someone was looking at her. The hair on the back of her neck prickled.
She turned in the direction of the feeling and what was a split-second turned into what felt like a long slow-motion movie moment. Through the bodies and the heads and the shouting she caught sight of a man watching her. He was older, easily in his forties if not more, had dark hair that was slicked back from his face, and dressed like he thought he was part of the mob. Then the fractured moment sped back up and he vanished as bodies moved.
Any thoughts she had about leaving early vanished. She would wait…