The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
After Shade had warned the two other Order members, one of them moved off while the other remained. Suddenly, the sounds of a crash filled the building. It didn't sound like the crunching and pounding of a wall being torn apart. It was more of a ripping and smashing of something large, falling and crashing into the ground. As the lights overhead crashed into the ground thanks to extra weight provided by Fade, a shadow flashed into existences.
-"I'll catch up,"
Shade gave the green bowed mutant a nod of acknowledgement before turning back into the closet, slamming the door behind him. Now without a door panel, the door bounced on the hard wood, swinging back. However, the mutant who had entered it had disappeared. Over in the next hallway, Shade landed directed on top of the pile of debris. Sliding down the hill of broken ceiling tiles and metal supports, the shadow mutant landed at the bottom in a cloud of dust. He coughed twice, trying to clear his throat, as he materialized a knife from under his cloak. Unable to see anything, Shade had to be ready for anything.
(OOC: Just to be clear, I'm on the side with Ghost and Streak.)
David and Ghost continued to move, just like they were supposed to and Streak phased through the debris. "Huh, didn't know you could do that," she said, still invisible and clinging to the walls. They were ready to keep advancing when something sounded from behind, back on top of the pile of fallen ceiling. Friend or foe? Judging by the knife he had in his hands, he was foe. Perhaps Streak could take care of this guy and Ghost along with David could keep going. The more and more she thought about it, the more she remembered many of the dangerous mutants that could be in the building as well. Fade was good for scouting and guarding, but she could not do much without being able to phase David as well.
Skittering closer to the shadow mutant, Fade examined him, keeping undetectable from the five senses and trying to figure out what it was that he wanted to do. Obviously, he wasd enemy, and Fade could not risk David getting hurt. She had been around Haywire before and understood what it could do to her. Honestly, if she approached it, she feared she would die. Last time she was phasing through things so quickly that she could not grab on, what if she phased into the ground and could not breathe and had no control to pull herself back out? Or even phased her insides through other insides, it was never a good idea to confuse her power.
Turning back to her team, she spoke outloud "Go on, keep going, I've got this one," she said, waving her invisible hands to tell Ghost, who could see her through an extra sense, to keep moving and not to worry. Quietly, she skittered across the wall and climbed onto the ceiling before positioning herself directly above the mutant and letting go. Her intent was to fall on him and cause him to topple over and then she would phase out of the way if the knife came crashing down on her.
((Shade, I will be leaving on the 9th, so we have about 4 or 5 days left to rp this fight. Remember, it's not a stab to the heart, that would kill her and leave her no room for recovering. It's a punch directly to the heart, through her skin, bones and muscles that will send her into such a shock that it seems she is dead *high five*))
An exclamation of malevolent jubilation swiftly ushered forth from the twisted travelers lips as his toxic viridian eyes eagerly tracked the progress and ultimate collision of his makeshift missile. The sadistic wanderer had merely intended his unprovoked assault to ignite the potential brawl in the grounds below, however there could be no denying that the former soldier gained no little delight from his macabre actions; his target had all but been knocked from her feet and the residual splatter had added a much needed touch of colour to both the woman and her partner, crimson was the shade of passion after all.
Things had well and truly begun by this stage, Hull’s unannounced attack seemed to have played its part perfectly; acting as the starters flag to initiate the disordered battle in the ground below, already blows were flying as mutants clashed and security personnel did their best to escape the chaotic crossfire. Unfortunately though a significant number of combatants had seen fit to create their own entrance into King Pharmaceuticals, departing the outside battleground and disappearing into the depths of the hazardous facility where they could wreak untold havoc among the various machines and chemicals. As the malevolent travelers primary purpose in visiting the insidious company was to appropriate as many chemicals as possible this sudden turn of events was far from desired, indeed it was absolutely unacceptable. Without knowing the precise abilities of the mutants inside it was quite possible that the entire structure could collapse within the next few minutes, unless things were… handled.
Moving swiftly from his position at the edge of the rooftop the sadistic wanderer quickly made his way back towards his impromptu siege weapon intent upon storing his unique ammunition and withdrawing into the building so that he might begin his search for hazardous chemicals anew, preferably he would secure his parlous ingredients within the next few minutes so that he might then turn his attention to more immediate issues such as the score of mutants scattered around the complex.
Facing away from the battle as he was it is no real surprise that the foreign murderer utterly failed to detect the blow which struck him across the back of the head and sent him sprawling across the rough surface of the roof. Before the sadistic traveler could even begin to process the assault though his combat instincts had surged into action, forcing both of his hands onto the coarse surface beneath and utilizing his upper body strength to propel himself upward so that he could tuck his legs beneath him allowing him to spring swiftly back to his full height and pivot upon the balls of his feet so that he might face his assailants.
A pair of rough vitreous figures, both male and seemingly in their late thirties glared down malevolently at the demented anarchist. Their combined glares filled with an untold level of hate and animosity as they hovered approximately one foot above the surface of the roof, their stances low and their arms held ready to continue their surprise assault.
Blinking once, and then twice, Hull simply stared open mouthed and silent as he gazed upon the two specters floating before him as what little logic remained in his fractured mind endeavored to rationalize the sight before him, the attempt swiftly fell through however as a demented chuckle ruptured the former soldiers lips. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, bodies on every floor, but the best sight to see are the ghosts in front of me as I teach them true agony.”
The sadistic jingle was little more than a whisper yet the words did not seem to escape the two phantoms as their scowls deepened and the one on the left surged forward with a transparent fist raised in all too open anger. Hulls viridian eyes immediately fixed upon this opening gambit as he shifted his weight onto his back foot and allowed the blow to strike him across the right cheek, the blow emitted a grunt of pain from the macabre murderer but otherwise he remained unmoved, that is until a pocket knife materialized in his left hand and was thrust into the spirits outstretched arm, wounding the ethereal apparition and causing a rather realistic flow of blood to drip to the floor in a manner which reminded the twisted anarchistic of a certain ivory haired female he’d had the pleasure of encountering some time ago.
A howl of outrage issued forth from the injured phantom lips as it attempted to withdraw, however before it could even begin its retreat Hull had grasped the ghosts injured arm with his free right hand as he attempted to escalate the damage caused by the blade his left. “Nuh uh, you ain’t going anywhere big boy, not if you want to keep this arm of yours.”
The grapple last a few more seconds as both parties attempted to either maintain or regain control, abruptly though the undead ruffian thrust one of his legs forward and upward, catching sadistic traveler off guard as the blow impacted cleanly with his stomach, forcing the air from lungs and causing him to release his grip on both blade and appendage which allowed his translucent victim to stumble back and cradle his impaled arm as it continued to bleed.
“You know *wheeze* I think I’ll ca*wheeze*ll you Herbert.” The illogical statement flowed haltingly from the macabre wanderers mouth as he kept himself crouched low to the ground and attempted to gain his second wind. “I met a homeless guy who called himself that, looked kinda like you, though he was little more substantial and screamed a hell of a lot louder.” Another throaty chuckle escaped the killers throat as he reached behind his back and seemed to pull yet another knife from his back pocket and began twirling it through the fingers of his right hand. “I know what you’re thinking” he offered in an almost genial tone, ““How many of these does he have?” well pick a number between one and ten and you still won’t be close.”
The aberrant affray resumed swiftly after that point with the sluggish spirit continually attempting to gouge his target using a weapon in his offhand while the former soldier repeatedly swayed or blocked the blows whilst adding strikes of his own. At one point the phantom had attempted to withdraw into the interior of the building, sinking into the solid matter of the rooftop, Hull however had rapidly halted the descent by snatching onto the specters armed hand and hauling the ghost upwards as it refused to relinquish its only weapon. After a few minutes however the combat slowed as both participants seemed to tire, with one becoming wary and the other experiencing an intense feeling ennui.
“You know, I’m finding this dreadfully dull, I was expecting a challenge, I suppose I shouldn’t have expected too much from someone whose already died once though. I mean you can barely stand, what’re you gonna do next? Bleed on me?”
As though a deity of poor humour had been monitoring the battle in anticipation of those exacts lines the previously forgotten second spirit made its reappearance; soaring directly over the malevolent anarchist head as it released the macabre burden within its arms. The spherical missile fell according to gravity’s commands, whistling slightly as it dropped through the air before impacting upon the ex soldiers head, drenching him from head to toe in the crimson blood of one of his previous victims, causing him to stagger backwards as he blinked and attempted to clear his eyes of the scarlet fluid which clouded his vision in before raising his head skywards and glaring sharply at the ghoul above him.
“God damn African swallows.. wait they’re non migratory, bloody European swallows! What the hell kind of coconut do you call this?!”
The only response the macabre received to his inane palaver was a secondary missile, this one a full bottle of bourbon, which soared bare millimeters over his sanguine features as the traveler promptly ducked to the floor and rolled hurriedly back to his feet to avoid losing sight of his newest assailant. “That was 80% proof! I was gonna burn people with that!” Again the twisted travelers only response was yet another projectile, this time a series of footwear which appeared to have been looted from the collection of cadavers Hull had piled atop the roof. The array of sneakers, boots and occasional stiletto were each hurled with gradually increasing precision at the ex-soldier who continued his incessant inane commentary. “Oh come on, who throws a shoe? Honestly! Ah F***! My nose!”
The last expletive seemed to shatter the sinister anarchist’s playful mood, provoking his ire as his left had reached up to hold his wounded which was leaking a steady flow of blood. Hull’s right hand meanwhile had arched behind his, argent fingertips curling around a nonexistent handle which rapidly flickered into existence as 9mm Glock pistol. The stolen firearm was swiftly brought to bear upon the anarchist’s otherworldly opponent and the sharp retort of the weapons firing mechanism soon filled the air along with an array of bullets which quickly closed in on the aggravating spirit, puncturing its ethereal form and forcing the spirit to drop its load and retreat from the rooftop with it phantom partner, leaving the former soldier alone once more atop the main KP building.
‘No good son’s of a barnacle, where’re the ghost busters when you need em? I should talk to Hollywood, complain. Actually forget it I better get back to my shopping before this place comes down around my ears. Guess I’ll take the express elevator.’
Vanishing his firearm once again Hull crouched down, pressing both hands into the coarse surface on either side of him as he splayed his fingers and focused on a more controlled utilization of his ability, seeking only to absorb a certain quantity and shape of the material beneath his feet. Approximately five seconds later a cascade of cracks appeared on upon the roof, arc both forward and backwards from the murderers hands as they formed a crude circle about his position before abruptly giving way and allowing the anarchist to drop back into the buildings interior.
(For Fade so she can 'die' before she leaves soon.)
Shade heard a voice but could not see where it had come from. Something wasn't right here. Either Shade's eyes weren't working right or there was someone invisible in the room, and last time the shadow mutant had checked, his eyes were working perfectly. So he sat posed, ready to strike at the first thing that made the mistake of crossing in front of him. However, he never saw anything suspious. Instead, something smashed on top of him, something heavy, like a human body. It was semi-squiwshy too, like a human body. But again, Shade couldn't see the human body.
The blow forced Shade, face first, to ground. His blade hand smashed into the floor as the blade slashed open his hand. He stifled a yell as he quickly clasped his hand to delay the immediate bleeding. Struggling under the weight, Shade managed to roll to his back. Grabbing for the fallen blade with his uninjured hand, the black dagger wisped into smoke as the third second ticked away before he could get a hold of it. Without a weapon, Shade began to panic. In an act of desperation, the shadow mutant swung his bleeding hand at the invisible assailant. Unable to see where he aimed the punch, Shade could only hope it was the person's head.
Where Lori had rolled around the corner expecting to catch a large group, there were only two men. Either they were obnoxiously loud and sounded like females as well as males or the females had already slipped past her fallen pipes. Lori inspected the two males, one appeared reflective and silver, though she did not feel a pull to him. He just didn't feel especially ferrous. More's the pity. The other still had drips of ice here and there. They both looked back at her with eyes that were alien and wholly unreadable. Or maybe she just didn't understand what was going through them.
“Good to see your are well, Cheerleader”
The ice mutant addressed her directly and Lori straightened from her slight fighting crouch. She'd been past the point of words and it took her some time to draw back into her cognitive mind. Fighting and reflexes worked best for her assuming that she put all other things behind her, and the fact that he spoke meant that she had to stop and think. In the mean time he dismissed the other man and he walked through the fallen pipe lattice. Ah. If they had mutants that could do that, that would explain the ineffectiveness of her barricade.
"I haven't been a cheerleader for a very long time." She narrowed blue eyes at the man and walked closer, circling him like one might circle a used car. If he had tires, she would have kicked them. He was a man. Taller than her, but then who wasn't? Sandy hair, pleasant features arranged on an amiable face with lines that spoke of laughter as well as hardships. She didn't recognize him. He wasn't a conquest, a lead on, or a friend or fellow student. She just didn't know any grown up ice manipulators. A thought occurred to her then and she counted on her fingers.
It was... possible. "Sammy?" But the name felt foreign and uncertain on her lips. This was a ruse. Something to slow her, distract her... and boy was it working. She licked her dry lips and stopped her circle in front of the man looking up every inch between them. It was weird to be shorter than him. "What are you doing here?"
It was a direct hit and Shade had rolled onto the ground and actually fell on his blade. Surprised at the clumsiness, Fade lept up to her feet as he rolled over, attempting to determine where she was. It was incredible how easily she could keep out of sight, smell, sound and the other organic senses just by practicing her power more and more. The Danger Room was really paying off. Feeling invincible instead of invisible, she ran forward again, ready to knock him unconscious so she and the rest could continue their ordeal.
Pum pum, pum pum, pum pum. The sound of her heart would never be the same but Fade was unaware of that all until she saw the fist coming her way. In order to avoid getting hit, she began to phase through the punch, but he had swung much faster than she estimated and she was not finished phasing by the time he made impact. At first, he hit her chest, but it was already phased, then came her muscles, but again, the punch missed and kept going. Next were her ribs, but they safely phased through, leaving the most vital part of her body still in the process of phasing when his fist hit: her heart.
Time stood still as she felt her heart take the hit directly. Freezing up, she turned visible and there she sat, her mouth wide open, her eyes still and fixed on the shadow mutant. Currently, his hand rested inside of her chest, right in front of her heart until she dropped backwards, and his fist slid out easily. Gasping for air, the redhead started to chock and shake. Violently, she struggled for life and she tried to phase her hand into her heart to help it in any way that she could, but her hand would not go through her chest. She hardly had the ability to move, how could she possibly use her powers at this time? A sharp pale color began to creep over her face and her mouth remained open as she clawed for life.
Was this real? Was she really dying? How could she really be dying? While she gasped for air, it was not helping much, the shock that she was being sent into and the cardio arrest made the oxygen she gasped into her system completely useless. It seemed the only thing that would work was an immediate heart transplant or some kind of a miracle. Breathing slower, her eyes slowly closed and a final breath out sounded as she drifted into the deepest sleep ever and her heart rate decreased until it vanished.
((Never fear, this is just so I can leave to go to my family's cabin where I won't have any internet. She's not really dead, she's just in a near-death shock. I'll miss you all, cya in the infirmary!)
Isabel could hear the intruder before she could actually see him. Something sounded as if it has splintered followed by the sound of ruffling fabric and excess gritty bone being shifted against the hard floor. Seemingly unphased by the fact that the individual was still moving after her first assault, she continued on her path toward him, the spines still shifting and moving out of her way as she went only to refill the empty space once she'd passed. When she finally ran unto the place where the intruder had been halted, she paused in her advance, one brow raised as she regarded the hooded individual. He was at least a half a foot taller than she was and male by his build and voice. The splintered wooden shield in his hand was a bit of a distraction. Who used wood as a form of protection anymore? Apparently it hadn't done him all that much good judging by the splotches of crimson coloring on the ground and streaked across the spikes that had managed to injure him. A shame there wasn't enough to puddle just yet.
"So you are still alive," she replied, her expression remaining unimpressed as her initial once-over ended. His questions sounded rather silly considering the situation he was in. What was it with Goodies and always expecting others to cooperate with them? "What do I want? I would think my actions so far would have answered that question already. And the only thing I'm willing to show you is the color of your own organs," she continued, barbing the surrounding spikes around the young man as a form of emphasis. Without knowing his mutation she could only assume that she'd trapped him effectively. Though, if his mode of protection was any indication of his abilities, she didn't think there would be too much trouble for her in exterminating the pest.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, Chickie, but there is no way in Hell that I'm letting you anywhere near Haywire," she continued, sliding a short, dagger-like piece of bone out of her palm before toying with it between her fingers. "You should consider yourself lucky that you've gotten this far and still have the ability to breathe." She was rather disappointed that any X-Nerds had been able to get into the building in the first place. She would acknowledge that the numbers were to the X's advantage, but even then it should have been top priority to keep them out of the building. With any luck the wall she'd erected would aid her companions in keeping any others from breaking into KP.
Twisting the tip of her currently held weapon against the tip of her middle finger, she looked back to the young man before her, flashing a good-natured smile in his direction as she did so. "I'm going to have to tell you to leave, but I'm afraid it's too late for you to do so on your own. Or in one piece. We may not have any body bags lying around here, but I think a garbage bag would be suitable enough for X-Trash like you." She wasn't quite able to keep her friendly smile from morphing into a more devilish grin as she spoke, her hands' fiddling stopping abruptly as her comments ended. She didn't doubt that she could crush this young man in a matter of minutes due to his current position, but there really was no fun in that, now was there? Without any further delay she made a lunge at the intruder, her free hand seeking purchase against any loose bit of clothing that it could grasp while the opposite hand sought to sink her weapon into the first vital organ she could reach.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
The shadow mutant's face turned from a look of panic to a look of bewilderment as his hand smashed into something soft, fleshy, and moist. His face then returned to its normal evil smirk as the woman appeared out of nowhere with Shade's hand inside her. The shadow mutant had no understanding of why his fist was in her chest, but something having to do with her mutation had to be a good guess. The smirk spread into a toothy smile at the sight of the woman's face. It was the face of death. He had seen it many times. Every one was different, yet they were all the same. Shade rose as the woman left, his hand simply sliding out of the woman's flesh without leaving a mark. He uttered an evil chuckle as the woman tried desperately to breathe with no luck. Slowly, the X-men desperate attempts to breathe subsided as the death overtook her. Stepping over the semi-dead mutant, Shade torn a cloth from his shirt and began to wrap his hand in order to stop the bleeding. Before turning down the hall, the shadow mutant threw at look back at the woman's body.
"Sorry, doll. Too bad you were on the wrong side." Shade said. Afterwards, the shadow mutant turned down the hall to go after the other X-men that had already moved ahead.
Streak joined them as planned and then there was nothing left to worry about. Even when Fade decided to split off from their little band of merry men, Ghost figured she was a big girl and could take care of herself. Ghost did end up scooping David up just for sheer speed-things-up-ability. He pointed, she responded. They passed some interesting corridors, one with a lattice of hardened material, but none of it mattered when David said to keep going past that. And when David signaled the correct doorway, Ghost deposited David outside.
Under normal circumstances, Ghost would wait for a lovely order from the leader of this mission, but they were loosing team members left and right to side battles. This had to get done. Now. It was only the first stage in their plan. They were taking entirely too long with this. So she didn't hesitate, but instead seeped under the doorjamb. Streak would hopefully keep David safe.
There were people inside. That surprised her almost as much as the fact that the people were human, or at least human enough to pull out a gun and try to squeeze off a few. Ghost always worried that someday a gun would catch her on fire, but today was not that day. Ricochet caught one man and the other, Ghost caught up in a swirl of air and tossed him at the door that stood between her team mates and herself. When his body weight didn't seem to want to open it, Ghost was forced to solidify and try the handle.
Success. She opened the door for Streak and David before checking the pulse of the man at her feet. He was fine except for the bruise on the side of his face, in fact he looked as if he might wake up at any moment. Ghost took his gun away and dragged him out of the room before she closed the door after her comrades. The other man, who had caught a bullet didn't look so well. Ghost tried to apply pressure to the gushing neck wound but he kept slapping her hands away.
"I'm trying to help you." She cooed to him. His protests were thick gurgles that soon started to become weak enough that he couldn't stop her from helping him.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 9, 2009 15:29:56 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
color=48D1CC
4,380
107
Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
Feeling the blue eyes trace him up and down Sam continued to watch the woman walk closer and then circle them. Despite her power over the pipes that fell to separate him and his teammates as well as friends Sam wasn’t cautious in the slightest. He knew the women though not her name. The face may have aged a few years if even that she was still as pretty as he remembered. Feeling like a piece of meat as she circled him Sam waited for her to come back into his gaze before he said anything to her. He had changed… a lot; no longer was he shorter her and the size of a runt. Now he stood taller than her, and almost doubled in width compared to her, his shoulders widened his muscles more defined, cheekbones, everything he had grown up yet she still seemed to be the same… well other than her abilities.
As far back as he could remember she didn’t have abilities, but he didn’t question that seeing as she knew who he was soon enough. "Sammy?" nodding his head as he smiled he could tell she was unsure it was him but she had remembered the little runt from years ago, “I go by Sam now…” he said resisting the urge to hug her, it had been so many years since he had last seen her and even back then he knew not to hug her, however her being here made him happy somewhat, she was at one point his hero someone who had saved him from dying and he wanted to show how grateful he still was for getting a second chance thanks to her.
As she spoke to him again her voice seemed to call to him helping to fight the resistance he was trying to put up moments before, giving into the more powerful urge to show how grateful he was he opened up his arms and pulled the former cheerleader into a hug, “It’s good to see you again!” he said with a smile as he lifted her off the ground and then set her down after giving her a quick squeeze.
"What are you doing here?" she didn’t repeat her question but rather it seems his thoughts had just caught up to her words. “What am I doing here?” he repeated, slightly surprised, figuring that the answer would be obvious, “I came to stop the virus, it’s going to kill so many people,” before he continued he paused slightly and asked her, “What are you doing here?” his smile turning into a frown. Hoping that she would have blocked his path for a different reason other than to stop him from destroying the virus.
David stood and impatiently waited for Ghost to open the door, his mind was on Fade and Steel, both of them were back there fighting off other mutants. He didn't feel right just leaving them, but he knew they had to hurry, and the faster they located Haywire, the faster they could destroy it and leave. His mind was shocked back to the situation when he heard gunfire from the security office. The noise on the other side died down quickly, and the anticipation was starting to get to him, "Come on Ghost." he muttered, staring at the door.
As if on command the door opened, and Ghost looked unharmed, a wave of relief hit him as he rushed into the office, he started to head for the computers when he nearly jumped at the door's electronic lock behind him. He was on edge, and the site of a dying man didn't help. He tried not to pay it much attention, and instead sat at the computer terminal and started typing away. "Just give me a sec." He said as he started doing a search for any data regarding Haywire. After a few moments he was successful, the computer a small map of where Haywire was located "Ok it looks like it's underneath us, in the basement." He said continuing to type at the computer "East side of the building, the security there is much tighter, all the doors are electronically locked." As he typed he could still hear the man with the bullet wound, it sent a shiver down his spine.
"I am working on unlocking them, I will make a path from the stairwell to Haywire, that way we know where to go." He also unlocked the doors around where the virus was located, seeing as how they would probably need to head there as well. "I can delete whatever information I can find about the virus here, but..." His voice trailed off "Oh my god" He said as his eye caught one of the video feeds from the halls. He brought up the feed so it was full screen, "It's Fade." He said turning to the others. On the screen was her lifeless body, he didn't know what to do, David just stared at the other two for directions.
Posted by Silver Streak on Jul 9, 2009 22:56:06 GMT -6
Mutant God
1,572
0
Aug 25, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -6
Streak had left Fade to deal with the Order member that had shown up. He was going to take over her guard detail while she was gone on David. Although he had to admit that Ghost seemed to have that pretty much covered. Streak waited; outside with David as Ghost took care of the guards inside that room. It didn't take long for gunshots to ring out, and when they did it occurred to him that as far as he knew, Ghost hadn't been in many combat situations. Thankfully the shots died down. Or was it rather unluckily? He couldn't be sure. His answer soon came when Ghost opened the door. Nothing to worry about. He thought as he walked in the room. The silver man was glad that David had immediately gone to the task that he was here for. It was also great that he wasn't distracted by the dying guard that was lying in a quickly growing pool of his own blood.
Ghost tried to help him but it didn't seem like there was much hope. He'd seen people die before, most at the camps, but it never quite sat right in his stomach. It never felt quite right. There was always something in the back of his mind that said that he should feel sorry for the guy, whether he knew the person or not, or whether they were trying to kill him or his friends or not. He still felt sorry for them. Streak could only assume that that was part of his humaneness coming out in him. He couldn't help but feel the same now. This man was dying a senseless death because he was ignorant enough to think that the Haywire virus that he was protecting didn't hurt people. Streak just blinked a few times and focused on what David had started to say. At first Streak was a little upset that David was there. But now he was actually glad that he'd shown up and was helping them. Otherwise they would be spending a lot more time in the building, and the fight outside would be getting worse, than was needed. Yes, he was definitely glad that David was there to find the virus and unlock all the doors that they would have go through.
Unfortunately, David came across some disturbing news. He felt compelled to share it and Streak was glad that he did. Otherwise they might not have know what had happened when Fade never rejoined them. When David brought up a camera on screen showing them a picture of where they just were not a two minutes ago and Fade lying on the ground, that's when things got dangerous in Streaks mind. Fade was down. Possibly dead. And from what it looked like, she was dead. There was nothing that he could do for her now that he was in that computer room and she was already lying on the floor. Her attacker was walking away, and walking towards them. Streak's eyes went wide as he recognized the cloaked figure in the camera. He'd fought this guy when the Order decided to crash Raina's birthday party. Streak had won that fight fairly quickly and not even thought about killing him. He was only considered in making the others surrender and leave. Now it was personal. You kill an X-Men and you have some serious wrath to deal with. Streak wasn't going to go easy on this guy this time. He'd held back before but that wasn't going to be the case this time.
If it was possible Streak's eyes turned an cold looking. He didn't say anything. He was focused. It was a focus that many called the 1000 yard stare. It happens mostly when someone a person knows, or is close to, dies. If it was at all possible, anger and hatred was emitted from every pore in his body. Streak turned around and walked slowly towards the door. Streak ignored Ghost and David. Neither of them were going to stop him from this and there was no way he was going to loose. He was on a mission to find Shade. Haywire took a second place to this. Besides he would be able to catch up with them after he quickly dispatched of this murderer.
Posted by mettaliar on Jul 9, 2009 23:14:22 GMT -6
Guest
Mettaliar raised his eyebrow at the girl, the motion hidden behind his hair and in the shadow of his hood. Was she serious? Why would she be so inclined to gut him? Mettaliar had no idea what her problem was, though maybe the whole knife coming after her thing might have something to do with it. He could see that he hand seemed to be cute, though sealed up with something. What it was, he couldn't tell. Nor did her care; if this girl was serious he would have to pay closer attention to her movements. Her words pointed to what she intended, as pointless as it was. Maybe she was hopelessly sadistic and just needed to watch someone die every once in a while. Wouldn't be the first time that he'd seen someone like that. Whatever the case, Mettaliar realized it was a mistake to take this girl on. As he contemplated his next move and watched the spikes around him become barbed and realized there was no way of running away, one thought still lingered in his mind as he kept his eyes out for sudden movement.
For a sadistic killer, she has interesting fashion sense.
Mettaliar continued to listen to her mindless threats and fear-tactics. Clever vocabulary she had. It was the last line she spoke that interested him. X-trash? Was she talking about the X-Men? Possibly, and also hinting she wasn't part of their fan club either. Mettaliar sighed and figured that he was fighting someone who figured he wouldn't fight back with complete force. Mettaliar hoped his next move would get his point across. As much as he desired to be an X-Men, this mission was his own. Their rules didn't apply to him. If needed, this girl may not be able return home at night. Hopefully things wouldn't get that far, yet that decision was all on her. She wasn't stopping him from getting to Haywire. No matter the cost.
Before Mettaliar could even speak, he caught her lunge at him. It was at that moment that he barely caught the object in her hand. A knife? No, didn't look metallic at least. It sure looked sharp enough to be one though. Forced to bring his shield across his body, he was unable to reinforce the front with metal as he had hoped to do. He shrugged it off and brought it around just in time to catch the stab, while her free hand got a successful grab of his jacket, near the torso. The knife missed the metal center and instead hit wood, breaking through it easily and landing another stab into his arm. Wincing at the pain he quickly reacted by pulling a knife out with his free hand and holding it up in front of the girl.
"Now," he spoke convincingly hoping she would accept defeat and surrender, "can you please just help me find Haywire and leave me be? Oh, and for your information, you're not fighting an X-Men. You're simply fighting someone looking for revenge. So if you continue this, it might be YOUR stomach spilled on the floor. Hopefully, we won't have to get that far, now will we?" His appearing hazel eye stared out from under the hood at the girl. His emotions showed a lack of desire to continue, yet he tried not to seem caring. She obviously didn't care for him, anyway. Mettalair face grew more stone cold as he waited for either an answer or an attack. Either one would help, anything would except standing around.
It was amazing that admit the massive battle happening outside the building and the several shirmishs that were occurring inside there was actually some quiet places left in the pharmicutcal complex. Shade's black combat boots echoed loadly as he walked down the hallway, away from the pile of rubble and the presumably dead X-men. Taking a left, he continued on his path in search of other intruders and allies that were still inside the builiding. As he walked, Shade severed any light panels he came across, causing the hallway behind to fall more and more into darkness.
Approaching a hallway to the right, the shadow mutant could just make out the entrance to the lobby where he had just been. He had almost decided to travel back through the lobby to ensure Isabel or Lori didn't need his help when the gun fire reached his ears. It was coming from the hallway. Quickly turning down it, Shade now began to move at a slow jog. Those shot had been close. And where there were gun shots, there were poweful mutants.
The sight of a mutant appearing made Shade slow his jog into a stop. He had met this silver man before, twice. Once when he had snuck into the mansion in order to release a modified Haywire virus on an unsuspecting X-mansion resident. The second had been after someone had stolen the Sanctuary doors. He had been out his element then, with too many bright lights in order for Shade to use the full arsenal of his powers. Now, it was a different story. The shadow mutant's face moved from a stone stare to an evil grin.
"Well, if it isn't my old pal. How have you been?" Shade cooed at the silver man, baring his pearly whites afterwards. The shadow mutant's hand turned slightly downwards, facing his palm to the ground, ready to call forth a blade when necessary. This fight wasn't going to favor the silver man today. No, Shade was going to make him fight on his grounds.
An unsettling groan echoed through the stale air of a desolate hallway as the lights imbedded within the ceiling flickered briefly before swiftly dying and exploding outwards in a shower of glass which rattled across the floor as the ceiling collapsed in on itself and a disc of concrete and metal broke through and collided with the carpeted floor, causing a deceptively solid sounding crack to reverberate throughout the enclosed space. The clamor and accompanying vibrations did not last long however, the facility had been well designed and constructed with precision allowing it to easily withstand such a minor incident without further harm.
‘3rd floor, appliances, lingerie and toxic chemicals.’
Rising somewhat stiffly from his crouched position upon the circular platform of concrete Hull leaned against a nearby wall as his hands tried to massage some feeling back into his legs. Although the twisted traveler had braced himself for the impact the impetus from the fall had still jarred the sadistic anarchist considerably; numbing his lower limbs and momentarily demolishing some his key motor functions. Still though, no bones had been broken and although the former soldier had abandoned some of the key items in his unique inventory he would swiftly replace them with any detrimental compounds he encountered within the facility. That was of course assuming he could locate said chemicals before the incapable cretins below him managed to topple the building. If not, well… the sadistic anarchist would be most displeased to say the least, and when that happened the foreigner tended to overlook creativity in favour of body count.
With the feeling returned to his legs once more the malicious murderer straightened to his full height and began marching down the desolate hallways without preamble; his arms clasped behind his back and a nonsense tune whistling merrily from his lips, as though a blood drenched security official was one of the most quotidian sights in the world. Viridian eyes idly scanned the doorways which lined the beige corridor and a slight bounce entered the wanderers step as he decided upon a melody which flowed in harmony with his deceptively cheerful movements. Such behaviour was atypical for the sinister traveler; generally he reserved any such affectations for when he had some form of audience, individuals who would pay attention to him in some way or another. The hallway however was deserted, its personnel having been evacuated long ago in the apparent interests of ‘safety’. There was, however, a security camera perched upon the ceiling at the end of corridor, its crimson light glowing mutely as it recorded the demented anarchists actions. Hull for his part made sure to keep his head tilted towards the floor so that his appropriated headgear obscured his features, once the former solider was nine feet away however he paused, glanced upwards, waved cheerfully with one hand whist the other launched one of his three remaining blood balloons.
‘99 red balloons…’
The camera shook in its frame as the force of the absurd projectile stressed its joints and circuitry, crimson liquid seeped into the plastic casing and covered the lens rendering the device essentially useless as the twisted traveler continued on his way, whistling once more as he resumed his search.
--
“Cesium? Boring. Sodium thiopental? Has potential but still boring. Ooh Ammonium nitrate! I wonder if they have any aluminum… Sweet they do! Wait is that Cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine? Heh, say that ten times fast- Holy hell it is! Who runs this place the government?'
Hull’s crimson figure darted to and fro within the confines of the chemical storage facility his eager hands unlocking every door while argus eyes scanned every label and compared it with his flawless memory. Already the deranged anarchist had discovered a veritable treasure trove of explosive material, squirreled away behind hidden compartments or solid steel safes. Such things could not bear the malevolent mutants scrutiny for long though and the foreign fiend was quickly finding himself to be spoilt for choice. Was he to take the highly unstable and explosive chemical compounds or equally unstable and combustible plastic explosives? Both had their pro's and con's, one was easier to store while the other had a wider collateral damage range, however because of the wider range it didn't pack quite the same punch as the former which could, with proper placement, take out a tank. It was a most vexing situation which appeared to possess no clear answer until...
"Th-thallium?! This place is officially my favourite shopping spot! I wonder if they have their own credit card? With this kind of selection I wouldn't care about the crappy rates... what the hell were they planning to do with this much of the stuff? I mean you could take out a city with this much of the stuff, ah well I'm sure I'll put it to a better use."
With a maniacal grin comparable to the Grinch when he stole Christmas the sadistic slaughterer swiftly set about appropriating the multitude of vials and cylinders which contained the highly toxic element. One by one the containers were graced with an argent touch and one after another the repositories flickered out of existence as they entered Hull’s unique storage system and were held in stasis.
Once the final case had been safely stored away the former soldier paused for moment, his eyes flickered briefly as he held a mental inventory and attempted to calculate his remaining capacity, for although he had just obtained a sizeable volume of chemicals his recent depository on the roof had freed up a generous amount of space, which the twisted anarchist swiftly proceeded to fill as he turned his attention back to the explosive material which had been the focus of his inner monologue just moments ago. However when Hull reached his limit he still found himself faced with an impressive quantity of combustible material and, truly, what kind of upstanding citizen would he be if he failed to dispose of it both safely and responsibly?
A mere five minutes later saw a haphazard pyramid of storage tanks piled into the centre of the chemical storage room and their lids removed, allowing a steady trickle of onyx powder to gather upon the otherwise pristine floor. Hull himself stood a mere five feet away as he strung out a thin cord of cloth from conveniently placed lab coat upon the wall. Once the strip had reached the travelers desired length he quickly hopped over a nearby table and carefully placed one end of the cloth within the gradually growing powder pile whilst he brought the other towards the room exit. The former solider then paused briefly to lean backwards out of the room and into the hallway, tilting his head both left and right to ensure he would experience no interruption before quickly straightening himself and conjuring a somewhat worn zippo lighter.
“Now remember kids, don’t try this alone, you have to wait until friends, family and pets are all in the same room.”
With that parting commentary the malevolent murder lit his makeshift fuse and rapidly exited the room, any pretense of cheer or nonchalance instantly dismissed as he focused his energy on getting the hell away from what would shortly become another blast zone.
--
BOOM!
(OOC:This explosion mentioned here is for Isabel’s eventual benefit, however feel free to mention whatever affects you feel the blast may have on your character.))