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 Luke Jacobs on Jun 10, 2009 9:47:17 GMT -6
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Oliver Jacobs sat on the park bench reading a copy of the New York Times with a Virgin Mobile cell phone sitting on the bench next to him and a McDonalds coffee on the arm of the bench. He was following instructions as he would never otherwise condescend to partake in anything from the clown cafe or use anything but his Blackberry. He had been staring at the same page of the newspaper for the past fifteen minutes but hadn't yet read word. Every time a person walked past his eyes flicked up to them. Anyone glancing at him would have attributed the sweat on his brow to the muggy temperature but really it was from nervousness.
"Hello Oliver." A voice spoke quietly as a dark haired man seemed to appear out of nowhere and took a seat next to Oliver and opened up his own copy of the New York Times to look through, "Tell me about your problem."
"My ungrateful nephew has stolen my company from me and worse than that, has reveal to the world that he's part of the mutant problem." Oliver's voice was quiet but heated enough to show that he was angry about the whole subject, "With his new board of directors I can no longer get financing for the different project I used to fund in order to help the situation."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" He asked calmly as he turned a page and began to read through the business section, "From all the articles I've read public oppinion about your company is on the rise. Surely you have to be making more money now."
"I don't care about the money! I care about solving the mutant problem and my nephew is between me and that goal! I need him removed!"
The man seemed to pause for a moment, considering the situation before slowly turning yet another page in order to scan over more of the business section. "Assassinations are difficult and could easily put your company in the public eye even more."
"Not if he is not the obvious target. There are a lot of gangs in New York. Follow my nephew. Find a public place that he goes to on a regular basis and then get some semi-qualified punks to take out the location. Collateral damage is not an issue. We have to serve the greater good of human kind as a whole." Oliver said, momentarily turning to face the man before suddenly snapping his neck back around to stare at the paper. One of the rules was that they never looked at one another and he had just broken that!
"Do that again and you'll be the one dead." The man warned softly as he folded his paper and stood up, the cell phone now hidden away in his pocket with a different cell phone left in its place. "I'll have this phone and you'll have that one until the job is complete. Then we'll both dispose of them. Wire the 5,000,000 dollars into my account. Once the deposit is confirmed I'll take care of the situation. Expect results within a couple of weeks." Without another word the man turned and walked off, leaving a very pleased and yet slightly nervous Oliver sitting all alone.
*** (2 weeks later)
For some reason Sara had been popping into Luke's mind the past several days. He had seen her and found out that her sight returned a month or so before at the bookstore opening but he hadn't gotten details. Ever since his press conference three or four weeks ago Luke had been busy with reoganizing the Jacobs & Jacobs company but now things were starting to settle down which meant his mind was once again going back to Sara and her mysteriously regained sight. It still irked him that he had found out at a public event instead of by a personal visit or phone call from the kitty. He'd been the one that found her in the park and then tried to help her with her blindness but she couldn't trust him with the name of who shot her or the fact that her sight had returned. Exactly what kind of friends were they? Nope, today was it. He'd had enough. It was time for the two of them to sit down and have a heart to heart talk.
Pulling out his cell phone as he began walking a couple of blocks down to a corner cafe he frequented, Luke pulled out his cell phone and dials. After three or four rings it went to the automated voice mail. Glowering slightly at nothing in particular, Luke hung up and immediately redialed. If Sara thought she could just ignore his phone calls like this then she was sadly mistake.
***
"Alright teams 1 and 2. The target is heading for his coffee stop. Give him time to get seated and relaxed then completely your mission." The male voice said somewhat tinnily through the walkie talkie speakers.
"Copy that gramps." The twenty three year old gang leader replied as he looked admiringly at the easily concealable but extremely deadly collapsible machinegun that the man had provided for him and his team. Reaching up he ran a hand over his bald and highly tatooed head before turning his gaze back to the road. It was still amazing to him that a weapon this powerful could be folded up and kept in a coat pocket but here it was. "We give this guy fifteen or twenty minutes then we go. Empty at least one clip into this place and make sure the mutie's dead! Clear?"
Silence and nods were all the answer that he needed.
Sara was beginning to get more bold. At least when it came to the way she looked. Today she wasn’t really trying to hide. It only took how many years? Well. Sara believed that she was about to be 25 years old in a few weeks. The thing about the way Sara grew up is that she was never told things exactly like birthdays or age. She learned them by definition, and she’d read her own files. That is if the person writing her file out didn’t fib in the papers the way they had to Sara so often. At least the numbers on the page matched the ones that had been etched into her shoulder. 0623.
Sara was hunched in the corner table of a coffee shop resting heavily on her elbows. Her left hand massaged the raised edges on the back of her right shoulder where the numbers existed. Her head down facing the table, not that she could see the table, that was right under her nose. She was currently frustrated. She woke up this morning in her bed at the mansion. A bed she expected to bee leaving weeks ago, but staid out of fear of what had been continuing to happen. When Sara looked at extreme light, her pupils of her eyes contracted so fast, they didn’t stop contracting. Her eyes had opened to see the sun this morning, and Sara hated herself for the moment of enjoyment she got out of admiring the pinks and purples in the clouds before her eyes decided she should be deprived of the sight.
It was then that her cell phone started going off, and thanks to some thinking a head, she knew what number it was, without having to see the screen. Lucky her for thinking a head. Amazing Grace buzzed and vibrated inside Sara’s pocket and Sara shifted to remove the phone, but instead of answering it, she dropped it on the table in front of her. Where she heard it do it’s little vibrating dance across the smooth surface.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. To save a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind but now I see.
The song continued and Sara’s lips just tightened at the words. No Sara did not see. She ached to see but instead, when she tried to relax and rub her eyes, willing the pupils to open again, she got this weird type of 3D rode map that followed when anything moved and confused her. Adding to her frustrations. Obviously something had happened to her brain when it came to her senses, but she didn’t exactly understand what. She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to understand what. She just wanted to go back to the way her body operated a few months ago.
The cell phones singing and dancing solo ended, without a beep meaning Luke didn’t leave her a voice mail. The phone was quiet for a moment before it rang again. Sara sighed and gave in. The phone flipped open with her thumb and instantly picked up. “Hello Luke.” Sara gave up the fight only on the second try.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 11, 2009 5:22:31 GMT -6
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Luke almost dropped his cell phone in shock when Sara answered on only his second attempt. He had been wagering that she would test his perserverance and make him go at least four or five times. He wasn't sure what this particular reaction meant, it had to be a sign for something but for what he had no clue.
"Hey Sara. Haven't seen or heard from you in a little while." Luke replied after a moment of surprised silence. "You doing OK? Enjoying all the colors of the rainbow as they say?"
He wasn't bitter... he refused to be bitter. After all what did he have to be bitter about? He had been born blind and as such had never had an opportunity to see color. Sara had simply lost her sight temporarily but it was much more tragic for her since she was used to seeing the world around her. No, Luke was not bitter... at least not that he would admit out loud.
"I was hoping we could meet up and talk sometime soon." Luke continued after a slight pause to give Sara a chance to make some sort of wise crack or smart remark, "I haven't seen you since the pool party or book store opening and we didn't really have opportunity to chat at either of those events. You have any open slots in your busy schedule?"
Now that sounded sarcastic and Luke really didn't mean for it to be. He was trying to remain polite and friendly but for some reason just Sara's voice always brought out the worst in hime. Theirs was a very complicated relationship that he doubted either of them really understood completely.
Sara could hear Luke fumble with the phone, and in his silence for not answering her Hello Luke right away, Sara thought about hanging up. Part of her was amused that she apparently surprised Luke that much. Though she, herself wasn’t exactly sure why she hadn’t made him work harder to get a hold of her. Another part of her was offended. What? Was it that surprising that she could pick up a phone in a reasonable time?
"Hey Sara. Haven't seen or heard from you in a little while. You doing OK? Enjoying all the colors of the rainbow as they say?"
Now why did that sound bitter to Sara? More so than usual. Or maybe just the fact that Sara and Luke hadn’t talked in so long, Sara was forgetting what his voice actually sounded like. Sara staid quiet through the process of clamping her teeth down on her tongue. Not hard enough to sink her teeth in, but hard enough to keep her from saying something that would either tell Luke she was still messed up, or that would probably start a fight again. Should have made him wait before I picked up. Sara thought. Should have made him earn the conversation.
Sara hadn’t told Luke of her sight returning because in reality it hadn’t. Not to her. It went in and out like this when Sara couldn’t predict it, so in her mind, she still wasn’t healed. And in that case, something Sara didn’t quite understand about her self is if she still didn’t consider herself healed, why couldn’t she just correct Luke right then and there. Or at the book store weeks ago. She could have nipped this conversation in the butt right then and there. Instead of putting it off.
"I haven't seen you since the pool party or book store opening and we didn't really have opportunity to chat at either of those events. You have any open slots in your busy schedule?"
Sara was silent while Luke talked and continued her silence into a pause, just long enough to feel awkward. “Yeah alright.” She finally replied. The cane, that had been resting against her leg, and she rolled it between her fingers, in thought. Wondering if she could keep hiding her current situation. If she could keep acting like she could see. Luke did it all the time. Shouldn’t be too hard. “I’m currently at Vine Street Café, but I could meet you somewhere else.”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 12, 2009 6:10:34 GMT -6
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For a while all Luke heard over the phone was Sara breathing. Apparently she wasn't in the most talkative of moods but then again, was she ever? And today Luke couldn't really blame her. He hadn't exactly called her in the friendliest of moods so why should she be all bubbly and happy to hear his voice?
"I'm actually on my way to that cafe right now." Luke said, somewhat surprised at the fact Sara was currently at a place he went by so frequently, or at least had been going to so frequently over the past couple of weeks. Up until he started spending so much time at the office because of his take over, Luke had wandered the city trying out different cafes. It just so happened that the Vine Street Cafe was more conveniently located between his home and office than some of the others that he liked better.
"I'll be there in just a few minutes." Luke added before saying goodbye as pleasantly as he could and hanging up the phone. Without realizing it Luke's pace quickened ever so slightly as he made his way down the side walk. With his sunglasses firmly in place, black dress shoes, pressed black dress pants, royal blue button up dress shirt and burgundy tie he looked like any other business man that was hurrying to reach his next meeting. Even though people now recognized him more frequently due to his press conference, just as many people seemed to purposely avoid him since they had heard he was a mutant. Another small percentage still didn't recognize him and thus treated him rather cordially.
"She's not the enemy. She must have her reasons for not telling me about her sight." Luke murmured to himself, trying to push away his bad mood so he could be more friendly once he was seated with the feline, "I'm sure she had to tell her boyfriend and some of the others that her sight had returned. Maybe she's just been busy. That's it... busy."
The words were comforting but they still rang false in Luke's ears. Even if she had been busy, surely she would have had the time to pick up her phone and make a thirty or forty-five second phone call to let him know things were better. Was he just not high enough on her friends list to rate such a gesture? Did he place more value on this friendship than she did?
***
Even more confused than he had been, Luke finally walked up to the cafe about eight or ten minutes after he got off the phone with Sara. After sweeping the area with his sonar Luke made a beeline for Sara's table and then took a seat directly across from her. "Hi Sara... you're looking well." He said politely as he waved over a nearby server in order to place a quick order. "I'll have a cheese danish and a hot tea with honey. Thanks."
Once the order was placed, Luke turned his attention back to Sara and just looked at her for a few moments. "It's been a while... how've you been?"
“See you in a little bi then Luke.” Sara had returned to Pleasant tone of voice that made her throat feel stiff when she was done talking. Sara flipped her phone closed with her thumb and ordered a second tea, to a passing waitress with one brown eye and one that was neon green and glowed a little. Of course, today, the eyes were missed by Sara and as the waitress turned around to the rest do the rest of her work, a curtain of thick auburn curls fell over that side of her freckled face.
Sara spent the next few minutes trying to understand why she hadn’t really tried to tell Luke. She knew she didn’t want him to know but never questioned that specific desire. First just placing it on the fact, and excuse, that her sight could return to her, and his never would. The training session in the danger room, even though she had purposefully gotten on Luke’s nerves, had ended well. Luke helped her a great deal and what that training meant to her, she didn’t want to belittle it by telling Luke, her vision had, sort of, returned.
Unfortunately for Sara, that’s where the deeper issue lay. How exactly was she supposed to explain to Luke that her vision still abandoned her. She wasn’t sure if Luke would believe her, and it he didn’t, would he help her again? Because Sara didn’t want to admit it, but she still needed help. She couldn’t be blind by herself. Aye knew that, and understood that. The dragon man had been wonderful, but that was Ayesac. and as obstinate and stubborn as Ayesac could be, Luke could be far more touchy.
Speaking of touchy, Sara felt Luke’s sonar on her and her ear flicked in his direction before she remembered to turn her head. “Hey Luke. I’ve been alright. How’s Jacobs and Jacobs? I saw your press conference.” That’s right Saw. With her own two eyes.
Sara forgot she was still holding Luke’s cane, and carefully leaned it against the wall.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 15, 2009 6:00:23 GMT -6
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"Jacobs & Jacobs is in flux. The former board members are crying foul that I removed them so quickly, the current board members are afraid I'll do the same thing to them, and my Uncle Oliver is trying to find some way to prove what I did was illegal. The hate mail is pouring in far faster than the encouraging mail and sales are down about fifteen percent." Luke replied without the slightest hesitation though his voice was a touch weary. It was clear he'd been dealing with company issues far to much especially after just being in the background for so long. "Raina's been busy at the aquarium with the new show but we've finally been able to start finding some time to spend together."
Right then the green and brown eyes waitress came back up and set Luke's tea and danish down on the table in front of him. She gave him a pleasant smile which he returned along with a brief, "Thank you." before turning his attention back to his feline friend. He was keeping his sonar as weak as possible so that it wouldn't prove to annoying but he wasn't turning it off. No, he wanted to see Sara's expression as they talked. "How are things between you and Ayesac? I'm sure he was ecstatic to hear your vision came back."
And there it was, the touchy subject that had originally inspired Luke to contact Sara. The mysteriously restored vision that obviously he had been one of the last to find out about. Sam and Ghost had both been at the bookstore and pool party and neither time had either of them acted surprised to find Sara's vision restored. How in the world had that happened without his hearing about it? Luke didn't want to just grill Sara but he was going to find out what in the world was going on!
“I wouldn’t of expected that from your uncle.” She said with a sort of apology. Sara sipped her tea. Luke really had been busy. And at the same time he talked as though he was tired by this, but it was the normal for him. “I wish that there was something I could do there. I don’t know if it would be best for word to get out about your hiring me, or not.” The news that Raina and Luke were finding time for each other was good news.
The waitress came and Sara remembered to nod at her, however she had forgotten to look back up at her. With the completely amber eyes. Sara was even forgetting to look right at Luke, when he was talking to her.
"How are things between you and Ayesac? I'm sure he was ecstatic to hear your vision came back."
“He’s been wonderful.” Sara said. Sara could talk all day about Ayesac and feel confident. However his comment about her sight returning, that made Sara’s chin dip. And the very fact that she could feel Luke watching her with his sonar, made her uncomfortable. Sara sighed. “And he’s still helping me weather I want it or need it.” Sara set her cup on the table a little too close to the edge, felt the table with the side of her hand, then shoved the cup farther on the table. The sliding sound of the cup filled the moments silence.
Sara still refused to tell Luke her sight was continuing to go in and out. If that really was going to happen the way she planned, Sara was going to have to not only watch what she said, but she would have to watch her actions as well. This was hard keeping the secret, that to everyone else was so obvious, when Sara walked in. Having to use to cane and even getting assistance from the duel tone eyed waitress. Hopefully a situation wouldn't arise where Sara would have to stand and walk. As a result, Sara's actions felt stiff.
Under any other circumstances, sitting across the table from anyone else, Sara could be able to act smooth and cool.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 16, 2009 5:35:25 GMT -6
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There was something odd about the way that Sara was moving but Luke couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was. Maybe it was the tiredness or even his focus on why Sara hadn't told him about her sight returning, but something was distracting him for noticing the obvious.
Picking up his own tea, Luke sipped at it slowly as he watched Sara return her own cup to the edge. It was a little to close for comfort but then with a careful movement she shoved it a little farther onto the table. That wasn't enough to really set off red flags. After all, even people with vision sometimes set things down in the wrong place. Of course normally they would pick up the item to adjust it instead of shoving it. Wouldn't the?
"Uncle Oliver isn't a bad man but the company is his whole life. It's all he's ever wanted. I can't even remember the last time he dated someone or went to lunch with anyone other than for business reasons." Luke said quietly as he set his own tea down and then lifted the cheese danish to take a bite out of it. The ever so slightly sweetened cheese filling coated his tongue in the wonder of silky texture but he was to distracted to really notice.
Sara was stiff, awkward, almost robot like. The smoothness of her normal cat like grace was gone leaving behind the motions of a... a blind person? Suddenly it clicked in Luke's mind and he lowered the danish, setting it back down on his plate.
"How long has your vision been coming and going Sara?" His voice was soft and obviously concerned. Gone were the thoughts about why she hadn't told him only to be replaced by the worry that she hadn't completely healed. Why was the world toying with her like this?
“I suppose I understand why he’s reacting that way.” Sara sighed. The smell of Luke’s cheese Danish met her nose and she wondered exactly how much they cost.
"How long has your vision been coming and going Sara?"
Sara’s eyes widened a little and her lips parted. With the jump of surprise from Luke discovering her that fast. Apparently she was no good at playing like she could see. Not even to a blind man. Wow that made her feel more like Crap. Here Sara could either fib and tell Luke that he was mistaken. That her vision was just fine, or she could let him have some of her story.
“It’s been like this from the beginning.” Sara said after another pause. She knew how to fib. Fibbing didn’t work when you kept having to stop to think. “It’s why I haven’t left the mansion, yet. Doc Prof has said from the beginning that I’ve had nothing to actually heal. According to scans and tests or what ever you want to call them, there should be nothing wrong.”
Sara took her tea in her hands again, and held it just under her nose so she could breath in the steam. “It seems my eyes cant handle looking at bright light anymore. Or if I rub them too hard. Or squint.” Sara wasn’t exactly sure how to explain the sense that took over when her sense of sight left. “I don’t think it’s something that’s really going to heal. If it was, this whole mess would have been dealt with by my mutation, before I woke up.”
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 16, 2009 8:09:22 GMT -6
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Luke was quiet for several minutes after Sara finished telling her story. Quite chewing his danish and sipping at his tea he really didn't know what to think or so, but he did know what to feel. "I am such a heal." Luke silently berated himself, "No wonder she didn't tell me! Sara doesn't like to admit any sort of weakness!"
For a moment he was half tempted to joke about Sara borrowing his sunglasses but then rejected it without a second though. This was a serious situation and humor, no matter how well intended, would not fit. "If it's not brain damage and it's not something you can heal, is it possible that it's mutation based?" Luke asked as he set his empty plate and half filled mug of tea back down on the table. The danish had been good but if Luke were honest he really hadn't tasted any of it. "Is your mutation replacing your sight with something else? I mean, that's why it did for my sonar. My mutation made my optic nerves mutate and misform but then gave me sonar to 'see' with."
He could still remember the shock when the sonar had appeared. Because he'd been born with this defect, blindness was just a way of life. Sure there had been times as a kid that Luke wanted to lash out at the world but for the most part he accepted the inevitable. However the shock of suddenly having at least some form of sight had been hard to become accustomed to. How much worse would it have been if he'd gone blind as an adult and then had his sonar come in.
Sara wasn’t sure how to answer Luke’s first question. She staid silent. The answer was more than saying maybe her blindness was mutation based. It was yes. She knew it was. Just it was still confusing to her.
There was another pause as Sara tried to figure out how much to tell Luke, and how to explain things. “My mutation is compensating for my vision loss.” Sara said a little slowly. Not exactly sure how Luke would take this. That she was having things happen from the beginning even when he took her into the danger room, and she hadn’t told him. “When I’m not seeing, there is another sense that takes over. It’s not based on sound or smell, or anything like that. It’s more like I see all movement. Just movement.”
Sara plucked Luke’s empty dish off of the table, as if to demonstrate, and with only her arm moving, dropped it on the passing stack of other dishes, surprising the duel tone eyed waitress. Then sat back down with her hands in her lap, “See?” Sara sat down, stiffly, with her hands in her lap. It was hasty movement intending to show that Sara wasn’t completely useless. “The sense only fully manifested three weeks ago, but it had been fading in and out from the beginning.”
"How's Ayesac taking all this?"
“The same way he has always taken everything. He complains about my situation sometimes but it’s just something that has to be dealt with now.” Sara ran her finger around the rim of her tea cup. "He tells me I have a strength now."
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 16, 2009 14:14:15 GMT -6
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"Long enough. He's had time to settle in and relax to let's get in there and ice his ass!" The gang leader finally decided as his impatience took control. "Let's go people!"
Starting up the engine he pulled out of his parking space and began his two block drive toward the corner. His eyes were shining with excitement as he steered with one hand while caressing his new toy with the other. As they approached one after another the four men of team one cocked their weapons and set them for full auto.
***
"The fact it switches back and forth means there must be some way for you to control it." Luke said slowly as he tried to wrap his head around what Sara had just explained. In one way it was the same as his sonar but yet all together different. The friend in Luke wanted to give some sort of sage advice along with perhaps some instructions on how she could use the ability but he was completely drawing a blank. Finally he settled on the old standby. "You'll figure it out Sara. Just give it time."
Falling silent, Luke suddenly craned his head as he heard a strange yet familiar clicking sound. It was a lot like... a lot like a gun being armed?
"Sara, did you just hear..." He began before the first of the many gunshots suddenly rang out. "Hell!"
“I’m sure there is a way of me being able to turn the mutation on and off. However for now, I’m stuck with three mutations that don’t give me a choice when it comes to turning them on and off. That’s one ability of yours, Luke, that I have become envious of.”
"You'll figure it out Sara. Just give it time."
Sara’s first instinct was to tell Luke off for telling her to give this sight thing more time. That’s all she’d heard from anyone was that her healing ability needed more time to heal her. Everyone wanted her to give herself more time, and she had grown sick of giving herself time. Sara wanted to snap her fingers and have everything in her body perfect, right now. The only thing that kept Sara from doing so was an all too familiar clicking sound. The fact that Luke was reacting too was more than what Sara needed for the confirmation.
Before Luke even said the next thing, Sara was in motion. Brasing her feet, She kicked off of the side of the wall so her chair slid across the floor, with a loud scraping noise. It propelled her in front of Luke so what ever was aimed at him, hit her first. Sara healed. Luke didn’t. As she spun around, She knew she was shot, but the adrenalin pumping through her body rang so loud in her ears she didn't feel the bite of the bullets right away.
Her hand flung a plate off of another table, for the first gun man. The motion of the bullets flying, acted like neon arrows in her 6th sense. Sara had no problem aiming. At the same time she was fall back wards in her chair from the force of the sudden on slot.
Mean while the rest of the café went into chaos. People were running and ducking for cover. Their hands covering their faces and heads, as they either searched for an escape, or a hiding place.
Sara's table was at the back. She'd originally chosen the spot so she could face the wall, and the waitress wouldn't have a chance ot ignore her, because less than four feet away was the end of the counter, where the employees bustled back and forth. Her minds eye worked through the paths that the employees took repeatedly. It mixed with the paths of the cups, of the people of the bullets, of their attackers and the fact that the flow of information was disorienting made Sara hesitate once she'd hit the floor.
In Sara's clumsy moment, the table had toppled over. When ever was left of Sara's hot tea, and Luke's splashed across the floor five feet away, that gave Sara an interesting 3D image of water droplets spreading before they smashed into the tiled floor.
Sara kicked their up turned table across the cafe so hard and so fast her clawed feet left deep grooves in the wood. The table connected with one gang member's head and down he went. Stupid move on Sara's part, being that the table had provided herself with some sort of cover, but it also made a good enough distraction for her to try to shove Luke behind the Cafe counter. Just before she sensed another group member level his weapon in her direction, and she realized her breaths were coming in and out in short coughs. The taste of blood and ripped flesh found it's way to her taste buds.
OK. Now Sara was in trouble.
Sara scooted backwards, heavily, on one elbow. till she felt the wall push against the back of her shoulder blade.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jun 17, 2009 6:05:46 GMT -6
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Even 'blind', Sara's reaction time was far better than Luke's. Before he even had an opportunity to move, Sara had moved between him and the gunman and even taken a bullet for him. A plate was in the air, flying toward one of the gunmen while Luke was rolling off of his chair and going for the ground in cover. "Why didn't I at least carry my baton?! STUPID!" Luke mentally screamed at himself before suddenly Sara's hands pushed against him, shoving him behind the counter. It was the kind of thing he had come to expect Sara to do, even though it was crazy. Sure she could heal but if someone put enough bullets in her she wouldn't have the option.
The third gunman's weapon descending, training itself on Sara. Even though he was behind the counter, Luke's sonar let him see everything that was going on and he knew he had to act. There were a bunch of plates, bowls, and silverware but none of them would be enough to make sure this man was going down for the count. Luke's new power growth had been intermittent at best but with his adrenaline pumping he had a chance.
Rising to his feet, Luke grabbed a plate and sent it zinging like a Frisbee toward his target. The man dodged but the momentary distraction was just what Luke needed. Quickly bringing his sonar down into a tight beam that centered on the man's chest, Luke gritted his teeth and channeled everything he could. For a millisecond it seemed like nothing was happening but then the floodgates opened and the sound wave rushed out, slamming into the gunman with the force of a moving vehicle. Propelled into the air, his scream echoed down the street as he flew back a good ten or fifteen feet to land on top of a parked car.
"Damn!" Luke swore as more gunfire erupted. Extending his sonar in a quick sweep, he found four new gunman running up to join the one gunman that still remained. Reaching around, Luke grabbed Sara by the back of her shirt and then yanked her around behind the counter.
"You heal Sara! You're not invincible!" Luke barked at her, as he grabbed another couple of plates to throw at the attackers. His sound wave attack was powerful but spotty at best. At least throwing plates he knew for sure something was going to happen.