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.
Posted by Silver Streak on Jul 13, 2009 20:25:33 GMT -6
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Streak walked down the hall slowly. He was in no rush to meet this the cloaked man. There was no reason to. He didn't want this to end quickly. He wanted it to be slow and deliberate. He wanted to control the fight again. It seemed like this time the shadow and him were almost on the same level. Almost. It didn't take long for Streak find where his opponent was hiding. He could see the mutant stop and stare at him. He recognized Streak just as Streak recognized him. It was like they were mortal enemies and they didn't even know each other's names. Odd right? I mean what superhero doesn't know his archenemies name? Of course Streak didn't think of himself as a superhero. It was just that they both seemed to end up fighting each other a lot.
"Well, if it isn't my old pal. How have you been?"
Friendly wasn't the way to talk to Streak right now. In fact no way was the best way to talk to him at the moment. The image of Fade lying dead in the hallway as this man walked away stood fresh in his mind. His brooding and contempt for the cloaked figure standing in front of him didn't diminish in the least at his statement. At first he didn't hear what the shadow mutant had said. However, after a minute of standing in silence and staring he finally realized that this guy was actually talking to him. It actually shocked Streak. He didn't think this guy was a interested in talking. Of course their positions seemed somewhat switched from when they'd met the first time, and even different from the second time. It was like he was part of the Order and the cloaked guy was part of the X-Men defending the mansion from an invading force. However, this was not the mansion. He was not in the X-Men. And Streak was not in the Order. They were in their correct teams. They were on the correct sides. The only difference in them now was their allegiances. Or so it seemed.
"I've been good. How are you? Not that I really care. But small talk does seem fitting for two people who've fought so much against each other, doesn't it?" Streak replied. The question was apropos. At least that what he was going for. It was the truth also. He wasn't interested in pretending with this guy anymore. He was only interesting in making him pay for what he'd done to Fade."What do you go by anyways? I mean I should at least know the name of the person I'm about to kill." Streak said. He was dead serious. No pun intended. What Sam had said before the fight and what was happening now seemed like two completely different moments. Moments that didn't even seem to touch each others same galaxy let alone the same building. But they were and no matter what Sam had said. No matter how much trouble he'd get in. No matter how much he'd be going against the values of the X-Men. The silver man was not going to hold back a punch, kick, stab with a knife, or slash to a vital area. This guy was in trouble.
“I go by Sam now…” "I'm sure you do." His voice was even the voice of a man. Lori wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting, but... he was just so grown up. He may have to remain Sammy to her despite his protestation. It was tempted to ruffle his hair or something. Congratulations for surviving seemed a bit too macabre and so she said nothing. Until he grabbed her up in a hug strong enough to bring her to her tippy toes. And even then it was only protesting noises.
“It’s good to see you again!”[/color] Had she been capable of drawing air and speaking, Lori probably still wouldn't have known what to say to the kid. He quickly put her back on her feet, though and after a moment of unsteadiness she looked up at him. "Not sure I can say the same given the circumstances." She was almost sure they were on opposing sides. After all, she was here to protect something and he had just made his way into the building with an unknown number of accomplices.
“What am I doing here? I came to stop the virus, it’s going to kill so many people. What are you doing here?”[/color]
The Order didn't trust her much and without a certain red man to feed her the juicy details, she hadn't quite known what she was doing when she hopped in the van. Lori just didn't want to be left alone and reveled in the thought of hurting someone. Just thinking about her dark thoughts in front of Sammy made her uncomfortable. Well, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He'd known her in a brighter time, a time before electric urges and potential viral warfare.
The only reason she'd stayed with the Order thus far was because they had a supposed vaccine. If they were rid of the actual virus, which she thought foolish in the first place, then she would be free of the manic mutants. Free to pursue her own path... Sammy's smile turned slowly into a frown. "Let's go." She didn't confirm or deny his suspicions, but she did know one thing... the place they were supposed to defend was down stairs. All Lori had to do was show him the way. If things got hairy, she could hand him over as a gift. If things went as planned, she'd be moving out of the Sanctuary soon.
Lori turned on her heel and went for the elevator since it was closest. There was no worry for her there. If it went out of power, she had a back up supply. The fact that the shaft was metal and the elevator box that held the people was metal meant that it'd just be a matter of where she wanted to go, not whether she had the power.
David watched the cameras as the cloaked figure walked off screen, wondering if Fade really was dead. He didn't know her too well, only trained with her once, but he was still in shock, and he couldn't imagine how Streak could have felt. He started to speak up, but thought better of it and went back to the computer, after a few moments of typing he stood from the console and turned to Ghost.
"I did my best to lock the program up, if someone tries to lock out the doors while were gone they will have to crack my password, it should buy us enough time." He said jogging to the exit and poking his head around the corner. Outside Streak was approaching his opponent, luckily in the opposite direction of the stairwell. "Were not too far away, just take the stairs down and we will be close to the virus, I have access to the security cameras just in case, but I don't think we will need it."
David watched as Streak and the cloaked man exchanged a few words "I think we better get moving now." He said turning back to Ghost, hoping that whoever she was helping would be ok.
The waste management truck stopped two blocks short of the KP complex. Garrett stepped out and tossed the keys for it into the nearest storm drain. Blue and red lights blazed away as the fighting had seemed to intensify since he had been gone, disposing of the airborne Haywire. Now it was time to begin the cleanup. As he approached the block containing the building, he was stopped short by an officer. The cop looked him dead in the eye and waved him off. " You'll have to find another route, Sir. This area is off limits."
Garrett looked at the officer, who was around the same height and build as he was. A phone came from his pocket and numbers dialed. " Give me the Mayor, please. Garrett Wills, KP." A moment of silence passed and beads of sweat appeared on the policeman's brow, incredulous that this man might have the power to override his badge. The look of disbelief quickly became shock as the phone was handed to him. A few shaky Yessirs and Garrett was on his way toward the back of the building.
Officer Krebbs demanded to accompany him . That was his way of still showing his authority, as thin and shaky as it was. Garrett was more than happy for the company. He made sure to make amends with the poor little public servant, sealing the amendment with a handshake. Once inside, poor Krebbs took a nasty spill due to a nonfunctioning nervous system. Poor guy. Garrett took a moment to change into the man's blue uniform and secure the other items needed. A gun, a badge, a radio and a flashlight. Just the things that Officer Wills needed to ensure that all was truly well.
One hit successful, the other not so much. The moment Isabel felt fabric hit her free hand, her fingers curled tightly to her palm, snaring the bit of jacket she'd caught, intent on keeping some sort of hold on the intruder for the time being. Unfortunately, her knife didn't end up hitting as much flesh as she would have liked. She gave another grin in return for the wince that contorted his features, and as an extra thought she gave the knife a little twist. Whatever flesh it had hit, she hoped she'd be doing more damage. His shield sure didn't seem to be doing him much good, if it was sliced through so easily. Really, it could only be hindering the already limited space he had been allowed to move in. Her own body was in a bit of an awkward position, but it was nothing she couldn't work with.
One eyebrow arched quizzically, almost challengingly as the young man produced another knife and held it up for her to see. He was trying to intimidate her. Cute. She simply smirked up at the young man as he in turn looked down on her. Did he honestly think he was scary? It would take far more than a knife and a flimsy piece of shaped wood to make her feel threatened. The comment about his not being an X-Men was a mild surprise, though the following explanation of his want for revenge made it seem less unusual. She was sure there were countless numbers of individuals that had been negatively affected by the Order in some way. She was just curious as to how they all ended up at KP with the real X's.
"You obviously don't have any idea who you're dealing with, my dear. You hurt me? That's priceless. You should be counting your blessings that you still have a head," she replied, her smirk shifting back into her malicious little grin. Releasing the hold she had on her own knife, she made a grab for the intruder's wrist connected to the hand that held his knife. If she was able to get a successful hold on it, she planned to inject several little spikes into his skin in an attempt to make him drop the weapon. Her other hand was given a sharp yank to the side, aiming to throw the young man off balance. She released the fabric abruptly after the movement had been made, shifting the direction her arm was going and aiming to get her hand around his neck. Crushed windpipes produced the most amusing noises, and the jugular vein always bled so nicely.
She had very nearly moved to twist the young man's wrist when a loud bang similar to thunder sounded and the building seemed to shake right down to its foundation, effectively causing her to pause and reflexively turn her gaze upward, her grin vanishing into a look of confusion and slight concern. As far as she knew, Syn was still upstairs, where it sounded as if the explosion had originated. She could also only assume it was an explosion that had caused such noise. She wasn't sure what else could have been the cause. Her opponent quickly fell into a place of secondary importance as concern over her Leader and friend rose.
Aborting any further intentions of damaging her current playmate, she relinquished whatever hold she had on him with a hard shove toward the wall of spikes behind him. She didn't bother to stick around long enough to see if any further damage had been done in her final act of aggression toward the young man. Her focus was elsewhere. Quickly she disappeared into the surrounding spines just as she had appeared, leaving no space behind her large enough for the vengeful individual to wriggle through. If he planned to escape, he would have to fight for it.
If Isabel passed any other individuals in the hallway, she didn't pay them any mind. She made a beeline for the stairway, once again overlooking the elevator as having any potential use at all. The lights had begun to flicker ominously after the explosion, which she only noted after removing herself from the somewhat cramped confines of the hallway she'd been sparring in. The elevator would not have been a good choice at all. The last thing she needed was the be stuck in a box between floors while her help may have been required.
She didn't however, bother wasting her time with climbing the stairs in the traditional method for very long. Taking the stairs two at a time for a brief moment, she quickly made use of the spidery appendages that had become so helpful to her in the past few months. The moment the six spines were ready for use, she scaled the numerous flights of stairs at an alarming pace.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 17, 2009 14:18:22 GMT -6
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Happy to see someone that saved his life when he was younger he was a little surprised that she wasn’t as happy to see him, maybe she just wasn’t a fan of hugs? Either way Sam was happy to see that she was alive. What’s more she didn’t attack him when he let her go but rather made a look like she was slightly uncomfortable. What Sam really wanted to know was why she was here when the only people that were supposed to be in the building were his team of X-Men and Order’s associates. The more he thought about it the more unsure he felt about the angel that saved him all those years ago.
Frowning slightly a little unsure of the cheerleader who still hasn’t given him her name Sam followed being a little more than cautious as she set off and said ”Let’s go” he followed the woman to the elevator and watched the woman for any suspicious looks or motions but deep down hoped that she was leading him to the virus, “You never told me exactly what you were doing here cheerleader… or given me a name for that matter…” Sam said his eyes watching as the lights above the elevator shaft slowly approached to the number one as the elevator lowered it’s self to the metal doors in front of them. “Do you know where exactly it is or are you leading me on a wild goose chase?” Sam said as he continued his questions.
Watching the lights flicker slightly Sam frowned and deemed that the elevator wouldn’t be enough with the elevator relying on faulty power, ”Take the stairs, the powers on the fritz!” spotting the stairway Sam made his way to it and then stopped abruptly spotting a woman with white spider legs protruding from her back, “Gross…” Sam said loud enough for the Cheerleader to hear, “Think she will lead us where we need to go, she seems in a hurry” Sam just hopped she wasn’t in a hurry to go somewhere to release a virus that would just end poorly for everyone.
She seemed oblivious to everyone else around her and that scared Sam, she was in a hurry to get things started and if she succeeded then that would be the start of thousands of peoples deaths humans and mutants alike. Running full sprint now Sam followed the spider woman into the stairwell and watched the spider woman ascend quickly to the desired floor she exited on. Hearing Lori not far behind him Sam took off bounding up the stairs like a mountain goat two stairs at a time his longer legs only helping in each stride. As he approached the door he thought he saw the bone girl exited he walked through at a crouching level in attempts to make him self a harder target if anyone was waiting for him.
Shade relaxed slightly when the X-men actually answered his question, very slightly. He was actually surprised that the silver man had answered him, although the man did have a point. They did run into each other quite a lot. Was it coniencedence or fate? Shade really didn't mind either way. He was going to leave this X-men just like he left the last one.
>"What do you go by anyways? I mean I should at least know the name of the person I'm about to kill."
The shadow man had a offer a chuckle at the X's comment. Was this man serious? Their last fight hadn't exactly gone the in Shade's favour, but he was out-numbered and out of his element. Here, it was just the two of them, and it was going to get really dark really quick around here.
"Oh? They let you X's do that now? I thought there was a rule against that. Of course that never stopped me before either. Maybe you should stop by the Sanctuary after our little skirmish. You won't get in trouble for killing someone there. I could show you around. Well, that is if you are still alive tomorrow." While most of the talk was playful, the last sentence came out as a growl.
"And if you must know, the name's Shade. That way you can tell your X-pals who left you in a pool of your blood. But what name should I tell all my Order buddies when I get back home? I already don't know of my last kill back there."
A tremendous explosion rocked the building, the foundation shaking beneath Garrett's feet. The lights in the stairwells were flickering on and off, the emergency lights unsure of whether or not to become active or not. Garrett was taking it easy. He was in no rush to get to the top and see Syn just yet, but he had to start clearing these troublemaking trespassers out of the building. If Syn was down then it only left Sebastian to finger Seizure for the shooting. Since that basically insured that he was free and clear, he had to start playing dutiful Order member. His amnesia made it easy, as basically anyone he had never seen before was an enemy.
The radio was clicked off so that its squelching and cross-chatter didn't echo up above him through the stairwell and alert anyone needlessly of his presence. The long Maglite flashlight was held in one hand, the 9 mm police issue in the other, both hands held together with wrists crossed. Above him, a door burst open, a large bow indicating the presence of Isabel. She seemed to be singular of purpose. She was going up and she was doing it quickly. When the spines erupted from her body and moved her up the shaft like a spider, Garrett naturally recoiled. Not out of revulsion, mind you. More the self preservation instinct kicking in.
Once the skittering soldier vanished out of sight, two more people appeared, apparently in hot pursuit. One was a man, seemingly the leader, a blond girl behind him. The curtain had risen and it was time for the actor to play his part. Moving quickly and keeping an eye below and above, Garrett followed after the bunch. He had to make a terribly dangerous assumption at this point. He had to assume that Syn was down for the count in order to play the role he had planned. If she was still up and kicking, he would just have to shoot her some more.
Posted by Silver Streak on Jul 22, 2009 7:32:08 GMT -6
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“No, they don’t but you should consider yourself lucky. For you I’m making an exception to the rule.” Streak retorted. “I don’t think so. The X-men need me ‘cause I’m unique. I’m the one that can see the line between us, cross it, and still be able to return. Most people can’t return once they cross that line, but I can. And that’s why I stay there.” His response was intriguing and he hoped that he’d given a round about way of saying, f**** you.
Streak had to laugh at the man named Shade’s growling sentence. “Aww, how cute… an empty threat from an Order member.” Streak teased. “They call me Streak. But I don’t see any point in telling you since you wont be able to tell your friends anything afterwards. “Well, Shade. I believe this banter has gone on long enough.” With this said he formed two silver knives. He knew this guy was a close range fighter and so was Streak. Every time they’d fought they were usually pretty well matched. This time was different; however, Streak had a score to settle with this guy because of Fade. He couldn’t call it ‘not personal’ because Shade had killed one of his team mates. But he wasn’t sure if ‘personal’ really fit the bill in this situation. Well, maybe personal was the best awy to describe it even it wasn’t right. It was time to fight and he needed to finish this guy off so he could catch up with Ghost and David and help protect them.
Ghost sniffled and wiped her face on her sleeve so that she wouldn't get blood on her face. She had managed to get the bleeding to stop but she didn't dare move him to find help. He was grey faced and not at all responsive. David was urging Ghost to keep moving, but she just couldn't leave him to die alone. Not when it was her fault that he was hurt.
"David?" She tried to get his attention without touching him. Putting pressure on the wound had it's price. Ghost looked as if she were wearing bright ruby red opera gloves. The blood was solid masking her skin color until her wrists. It was a sight that made Ghost want to cry, but apparently they had more important things to do.
"David, I don't want you getting hurt, and someone needs to find a healer for this man." When Streak had opened the door, Ghost had thought the other guard would still be outside. Silly her. He had most likely run off to hide, but that did Ghost no good when she was hoping to have a spare set of hands to take over or have someone fetch a doctor or a first aid kit. "David, I'll keep going. I'll make sure it's gone, but please," the please was so desperate it almost hurt, "find someone to help him, to help Fade. Please?"
Only after she had his promise would she be following those running on the stairwell.
David stopped at the door as Ghost called him. He was obviously on edge, he couldn't stand still, he had never seen this much action before, and it was getting to him. He ran back over to Ghost, trying to ignore the fight that was about to erupt outside the room. "Uhmm ok." He said pacing back and forth, frantically trying to think of a solution. He knew a little first aid, downloaded it for his own sake when he started more dangerous training, but he never thought he would use it for a gun wound in the neck.
David yanked off his t-shirt and kneeled down next to the man. Leaning over he checked to make sure the man was still conscious and responsive. "I'll take care of him, and I will make sure Fade is ok." He said waving a single finger back and forth in front of the man's face, he was able to track it, good sign. He grabbed the man's hand and placed his shirt in it, then moved the hand up to the wound. "I'm going to need you to keep pressure on the wound." He said to the man. He wasn't sure how capable the man was, but he knew he couldn't just stand there the whole time like that, all it would do is delay the inevitable. He had to find a first aid kit, it was a security room after all, and he started searching.
"Yeah, I guess your right." Shade said, ignoring the other statement. He would show this X-men how empty his threat would be. As Streak formed his knives, Shade drew one as well. With a last evil grin, the shadow mutant drew it to his face then flung it towards the silver mutant. He quickly materialized another and tossed it again at Streak.
Sliding back slightly to keep some distance, Shade's unseen eyes fell upon the light fixture Streak was standing under. A third blade flew over the X-men's head and shattered the flourencent bulb, causing a shower of glass. Shade instantly vanished as the hallway was casted into darkness.
Posted by Silver Streak on Jul 24, 2009 9:53:18 GMT -6
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Streak could hardly see the knives in Shades hand. However, once they left his hand and flew at him they were easier to see. If the first one was a surprise then he probably would have been hit. Streak dodged the first knife the only way he could. As he was dodging it only one image came into his head. Matrix. He basically looked like that only with blades attached to his body. Whew. Close...OHMYGOD! was allthat went trough his head as he saw another one coming at him.
It looked like the cloaked mutnat was trying to sneak away. He was just about to run after him when a third, lone knife, soared over head and hit the lights that were above his head and cast the entire hallway into darkness. He wasn't completely out of luck though, because there were still some ambient light from the connecting hallways, and offices. Even with the little light that was there it wasn't much for him to go by. He couldn't see the mutant anymore. It was going to be all blind luck for the silver mutant now.
He wasn't going to get taken by surprise from behind. Thankfully the blades on his back would prevent any stabbs there. After taking a quick survey he started slowly walking backwards towards one of the closed office doors. When he got there he kicked it open, always keeping his eyes out to the hallway and stood with the light casting his shadow into the hallway. Standing there, he realized that it probably wasn't a smart thing. It made him more visible and he would still be at a disadvantage. Streak walked back out into the slightly more illuminated hallway, still gripping his knives, and said, "Come out come out where ever you are." He tried to give himself a 360 degree view by spinning around evey once in a while to see if anyone had popped up behind him.
There was going to be Hell to pay. Now that Sebastian had scurried off to do as she'd told him, Isabel felt it safe to let her anger go unchecked. There were plenty of X-Nerds inside and outside the building that she could rip into with no regrets, and she fully planned on doing so just as soon as she'd gotten rid of what was in the gun she held. She just had to find someone to use it on, not that she particularly cared who it was at that very moment. There were plenty of candidates in the building, it was just a matter of finding them and keeping them in her line of sight long enough to squeeze the trigger.
She didn't have to look very far. In fact, she didn't even have to move to another floor. It seemed as if two of the little X-Pests had followed her upstairs, or perhaps they had followed the explosion like she had. It didn't matter either way. Ducking around a corner in an attempt to keep some sort of cover for the time being, she briefly debated whether or not she should play with the pair for a while before using the gun, but in the end her caution over the contents of the darts won out. She knew very well how potent the Haywire virus was and sticking around with infected mutants without knowing their abilities was nothing short of stupid.
Stepping into the corridor with the two individuals, she stopped short when she recognized one of them. She hesitated a brief moment, not quite wanting to dose one of her own with a sample of Haywire. However, she quickly reasoned in her mind that it would be better to dose them both than to leave her uninfected companion with a rampaging rival. The fact that Lori hadn't fried the stranger didn't particularly help the number of suspicions that were continually cropping up in her mind after her little run-in with Sebastian, either. Not wanting to give the little X-Nerd any more time to react, she leveled the gun and pulled the trigger, sending one of the darts in his direction. Rapidly readjusting her position he pulled the trigger again, sending a second round of ammunition toward the petite blond woman. Immediately she began moving again, ducking down another corridor to avoid the two.
As she went she slid the magazine from the gun once more, surprised to find there was only one other dart left for her to use. She had expected there to be more. Snapping the magazine back into place, she headed toward the stairs once more. Isabel wanted to put at least one level between herself and the two she'd left behind before ridding herself of the last dart. She also wanted to get rid of it before she got outside, where there was a higher chance that she could lose the gun to one of the X-Nerds she'd run into.
Exiting the stairwell and stepping out into one of the lower floors, she paced down the hallways for a short time while she attempted to work things out in her head. Pausing at one of the windows that was set into the wall at the end of a dead-end corridor, she took a moment to survey she scene on the ground below where the X's and unknowns fought her friends. Curiously she tapped a finger against the glass as split second decisions rooted themselves in her mind. Pulling her hand back, she took a half a step away from the window and brought her arm across her body. As a spike of bone emerged from her elbow, she crooked her arm and sent the joint toward the window, using the point to break a hole in the glass. Pulling her arm back, she stuck the barrel of the gun through the broken glass and squeezed the trigger again.
Isabel sincerely hoped the dart would not end up striking one of her own, but either way an infected mutant out on the battlefield would do a marvelous amount of damage. Absentmindedly patching up any deeper cuts left by the jagged edges of the glass, much like she had done for her knife wound, she turned from her vantage point and backtracked to the main corridor. Her pace had significantly decreased now that her two top priorities had been taken care of. The X's were already in the building, though she assumed their Haywired companion and hers would do their work and clear them out for her, so she no longer worried too much about keeping any more of them out. Syn was en route to a medical facility and the gun in her hand was empty.
With a much more casual, sauntering pace she made her way toward the stairwell. By all appearances she was much more relaxed, though she made sure to keep her eyes and ears open. She may not have much more to tend to immediately, but sticking around with two now highly volatile mutants in the upper corridors wasn't the smartest idea. Pushing through the door to and entering the stairwell, she began her descent, keeping a wary eye on what she could see of the upper levels. She could make an easy enough dash if need be, but for the moment she would allow herself to calm down a little and take a short breather before she made her way to the battleground outside.
Shade, not knowing that his leader had fallen or that there were now two perhaps three mutants in the close vicinity that had just been injected with the Haywire virus, had that evil half grin was all over his face as he watched the silver X-men scramble around in the darkness in front of him. First here then there, always checking behind him (as if he that would help him at all). Shade began to chuckle to himself, the voice never appearing from the same place twice as he ported around the mutant conitnually. Searching for that one hit kill, it appeared the shadow mutant had waited too long. His prey had slipped away into a well lit hallway.
Shade wasn't too worried though. The silver man seemed intent on killing him and wasn't going anywhere too slow. This worked to the shadow mutant's advantage as he could move almost instantly around to any place he likes, provided that it was well shaded. On the other hand, the silver mutant had to stand still, just under the light. In a way, Shade was limited by the light as Streak was limited by the shadows. The invisible mutant seemed it kind of ironic.
However, he didn't dwell on it long as he watched the silver mutant begin in spin in a circle. When the X-men had turned his back, Shade threw a blade towards the window of a door. The crash of glass would be a hard thing to ignore as Shade ported near the opposite wall. Porting near the opposite wall, the shadow mutant drove out of the light and aimed a leg sweep at the silver mutant, trying to catch him off guard while avoiding random spike sticking out from his back.