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...?
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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 vampyremage on Aug 1, 2009 20:11:18 GMT -6
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"I won't take it lying down but I won't stoop to the level of these humans, I will fight them if they fight me, there's no doubt, but to be openly violent, it would make me no better than them, in my mind."
"And when did I ever suggest that we should be the instigators of violence?" Meld asked with a tolerant smile. It wasn't unusual for others to assume that she was wantonly violent, considering not only the fact that she was a walking weapon but also given the company she kept. But she was discerning in her violence, preferring to either retaliate against those who started the fight or to begin it only with those truly deserving of violence, those with such intolerance that their very presence did harm to mutants everywhere. The difference between her and those of a more gentle nature is that when violence was started she was the one to finish it. Definitively and usually with the death of her opponent. "I do not stoop to their level, wantonly attacking them in the streets." Her tone was condescending.
"I'm as tolerant as a situation warrants, but as for violence, some things are better achieved through intimidation that actually killing someone. Tell me, which is better, a powerful ally through fear, or a dead man? One earns the people's trust and one makes them fear more. And if they go back on their deal then possibly a visit in the night is appropriate. Although I still believe a friend would be better than a fearful puppet."
Meld nodded in agreement; she really couldn't have said it better herself. "One must do what the situation warrants. Sometimes intimidation is best, sometimes diplomacy and other times violence. It is all a matter of knowing which actions to take in which situation." Although violence and battle were what she was most familiar with she had been making the effort, since coming to certain realizations about herself, to better master other skills which could aid the mutant cause. Intimidation, blackmail and even a certain amount of diplomacy foremost among them.
"I never said to give up, I fully agree we have our rights to fulfilling lives, but I don't believe we will survive open warfare. We need to get a sizable amount of the population on side before those others start the true slaughter. Amass an army before fighting a war."
"The war has all ready begun, whether we like it or not. Now its just a matter of when and how we win." Meld noticed the people around them staring and muttering amongst themselves as they picked up bits and pieces of the conversations. She supposed it must make them uncomfortable, talk of mutant and human war but with any luck they would not be stupid enough to actually make any sort of a scene. For her part she didn't particularly want to be a part of any sort of scene. She had been at the center of to much violence all ready, lately.
"Nor will I, but I wouldn't want to make someone else suffer instead, because that would achieve nothing, merely spark an endless circle of revolts and hatred until one race was wiped out. What purpose could that possibly serve?"
"And what if that person was the cause of great suffering himself?" Meld asked. "What if their continued existence would cause others, our people, to continue to suffer and their death would alleviate that suffering? Is it not right, then, that they should suffer in return? The system of justice in this world is biased towards humans and sometimes we need to take justice into our own hands." She spoke fervently and honestly. "I don't suggest that that person should be you. Not everyone is meant to be an agent of justice. But some of us are." The merest hint of regret could be heard in her voice. It was only a few more stops until they reached their destination.
"And when did I ever suggest that we should be the instigators of violence?"
'She's gotcha there boyo. Shut it logic...'
"Well I suppose you have me on that one, I don't think you ever did. But I am not so narrow minded as to believe others would not." He noted a few sideward glances at him, if one of them so much as twitched wrong this could get very ugly very fast. Cafas eyed off one particularly unhappy looking sort and returned to his conversation with Meld, making a point to stand a tad taller and crack his neck, that would hopefully suffice.
"I do not stoop to their level, wantonly attacking them in the streets."
'I have no evidence to the contrary...'
"I'm not suggesting you do, merely that doing so would make us no better than them, you yourself have given me no reason to believe that you do so, and I like evidence before assumption." He did not so much like her tone, but it was just something he would have to deal with, after all he was rather unplanned in his speech, which got him into a fair bit of trouble on occasion. The Angry man was still looking angry, not a good sign. A nod of assertion from Meld revealed a certain level of agreeance with what he had said.
"One must do what the situation warrants. Sometimes intimidation is best, sometimes diplomacy and other times violence. It is all a matter of knowing which actions to take in which situation."
'Well it's good to find a person who shares views...'
"This world needs more people that do recognise when and where things are appropriate, especially those in power, and less who jump to violence and condone it as the best solution in any situation." He spoke slightly louder than necessary and directed his eyes more toward the still glaring man, who not only seemed to not be easing off, but actually seemed to be becoming more aggravated. Such an unfit man, the raised blood pressure would probably kill him without any help.
"The war has all ready begun, whether we like it or not. Now its just a matter of when and how we win."
'Optimism, such a lovely form of self delusion'
People were beginning to shift uneasily around them, the topic of war perhaps disturbing them, or perhaps Meld's prediction of a mutant victory, regardless it wasn't making anyone around any more at ease. C.J. didn't want to have to threaten somebody or kill someone, but they almost seemed decidedly aggressive in their stances and the way they were crushing inward. The angry man now visibly at breaking point. "Victory, in the literal sense of the word, is merely an illusion contrived by those who would have us believe they achieved it. There is no victory in war, not true victory, true victory comes from never having to resort to warfare." As much as he believed his little statement Alchemist knew full well he would not be able to achieve the victory he was speaking of in this war, and was resigned to a superficial victory or defeat, and swore to himself there that if he was going to die he would die fighting for what he viewed as right.
"And what if that person was the cause of great suffering himself? What if their continued existence would cause others, our people, to continue to suffer and their death would alleviate that suffering? Is it not right, then, that they should suffer in return? The system of justice in this world is biased towards humans and sometimes we need to take justice into our own hands."
'Suffering should not be brought to anyone...'
"If a man causes suffering dispatch of him, or correct him, but causing him to suffer would defeat the purpose of being the 'victor' in that scenario" A twitch from the angry guy, really what was his problem? C.J. raised an eyebrow at the man and wondered what on earth was offending him. A glance at Meld and then back at the man, hoping his meaning had been conveyed to her, a subtle warning of the man's apparent intentions.
"I don't suggest that that person should be you. Not everyone is meant to be an agent of justice. But some of us are."
'Obviously very different interpretations of justice. There is no justice in death, only further injustice.'
"Everyone has a different opinion on justice, talking about it would only ever end in an argument. I am an agent of my own beliefs of justice, as you are for yours, and everyone is theirs, let's leave that conversation there." He could hear a trace of something in Meld's words. He didn't know her well enough to accurately predict what it was but he could tell it was within the upset range of emotions. The doors opened and more people got on, admittedly people only left through their door, but he could hear them. Doors closed and the train rocketed back into its maze of passages, on toward the next stop. Unfortunately the angry guy was still aboard.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 1, 2009 22:22:58 GMT -6
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"Well I suppose you have me on that one, I don't think you ever did. But I am not so narrow minded as to believe others would not."
Meld inclined her head, choosing not to say anything in response. She had met a few of those type before and although she disagreed with their tactics much of the time, she wasn't sure that she disagreed with them any more than those who refused violence no matter what the circumstances.
"This world needs more people that do recognise when and where things are appropriate, especially those in power, and less who jump to violence and condone it as the best solution in any situation."
"It certainly does," Meld agreed vehemently. She wasn't sure that she liked the way a few in the crowd were looking at them, particularly an angry looking man standing across from them. She steeled her expression, refusing to back down if it came to that. She and Alchemist had a right to voice their opinions in private conversation without having to worry about being mugged by ignorant humans.
"Victory, in the literal sense of the word, is merely an illusion contrived by those who would have us believe they achieved it. There is no victory in war, not true victory, true victory comes from never having to resort to warfare."
"Do we not all wish that war was not necessary?" Meld asked. "This is not a war that I would choose, nor any mutants I think, but it is a war nevertheless and even if victory is tainted by the necessity of bloodshed that does not mean that victory is no less essential. What would happen should we lose? Where would our people be?" Whenever she spoke of her cause she couldn't help but allow the passion of her beliefs lace her words.
"If a man causes suffering dispatch of him, or correct him, but causing him to suffer would defeat the purpose of being the 'victor' in that scenario"
Meld considered his words carefully before replying. "Perhaps I misspoke. Suffering is rarely effective, in and of itself. Sometimes it plays its role but it should not be an end but merely a means to an end. You are correct, I believe, that dispatching of such a threat is almost always more effective than causing that threat undue suffering." The angry man seemed to be getting more angry by the moment and Meld could tell by the way he carried himself that it was only a matter of time before he snapped and did something regrettable. She hoped that he would wait until they were off the subway at least, and away from the innocents around them. She might be willing to kill if necessary, but she didn't revel in the act of killing and she didn't have any desire for innocents to perish by her hand. She caught Alchemist's look look of warning and nodded back to him. It wasn't needed but she appreciated it anyway.
"Everyone has a different opinion on justice, talking about it would only ever end in an argument. I am an agent of my own beliefs of justice, as you are for yours, and everyone is theirs, let's leave that conversation there."
Meld couldn't help but agree with him, although the realities of that made things more complicated than she might have liked. But, unfortunately, life simply tended to be complicated. "Each of us choose which battles to fight and which ones to leave for others to fight. There is no shame in that, so long as you choose to fight for something."
Another stop and it was finally time for the two of them to leave. As Meld stepped off of the train she kept a careful eye on the angry guy and noticed him walk off the train at their stop as well. Either it was quite coincidental that his stop was the same as theirs or he planned to do something he was certain to regret. And, in Meld's experienced opinion, that probably meant he had a weapon on him, otherwise humand did not tend to be quite so brave or stupid. She sighed and prepared herself for the inevitable. She just hoped that this encounter woudln't make it onto the evening news.
C.J. Noticed Meld tilt her head slightly at his statement and wondered what it was that she was thinking. Despite that fact he payed full attention to the rather angered man. What he was going to do was beyond Cafas but he was sure it would not end well.
"It certainly does,"
'Say what? Oh, right...'
Cafas was sure that she would add more to the statement, there was just something about it, but if there was it was left unsaid in the situation. As such he had no reply for it and wondered if that was going to become a common theme. Never the less he regarded her with the same attention he would anyone and proceeded to now ignore the angered individual in the crowd. Her more aggressive pose filled C.J. with a certain level of anxiety, he wasn't quite sure what would happen, but he doubted that being the tough guy would help diffuse the situation.
"Do we not all wish that war was not necessary? This is not a war that I would choose, nor any mutants I think, but it is a war nevertheless and even if victory is tainted by the necessity of bloodshed that does not mean that victory is no less essential. What would happen should we lose? Where would our people be?"
'Despite my disagreeance with her comment I understand where she's coming from. Maybe time will prove her correct.'
Passion permeated her words, he could tell she believed strongly in this, and didn't want to offend those beliefs. "I know what you mean, and I know in the long run blood will have to be shed, but I won't enjoy it. I'd like to keep it as low as possible, I mean really, I have no money and these are literally my only clothes, I have two other pairs of pants, both in terrible condition, so bloodstains are a no-no. He wasn't trying to be funny, just to lighten the mood slightly, but his tone managed to be low despite that fact. More a slightly saddened cynicism, like all the magic left the world, it tended to happen with the mention of death.
"Perhaps I misspoke. Suffering is rarely effective, in and of itself. Sometimes it plays its role but it should not be an end but merely a means to an end. You are correct, I believe, that dispatching of such a threat is almost always more effective than causing that threat undue suffering."
'I'm starting to like Meld I think...'
The nod of recognition passed from Meld to Alchemist as the train slowed for the next stop, and C.J. spoke, with one eye on the man. "Indeed, you know what, I find it quite comforting that at least some people in this world of perpetual hatred recognise that a solution is not to torture someone, it can be an effective tool, I recognise that, but never a solution. The train took off again, , yet another stop of no one getting in the door directly next to them. As the train again rattled along, like thunder in the night, the carriage was all but silent around them.
"Each of us choose which battles to fight and which ones to leave for others to fight. There is no shame in that, so long as you choose to fight for something."
'Ah shame in not fighting for a cause, warrior’s shame I believe I shall call it...'
"Well I hope that Mr. Staypuft across there has a decent cause, otherwise he's fighting for the sake of fighting, and that I think is a greater shameful act than having no cause in general." As Meld stepped off the train at their destination, the wheels barely stoped screeching against the brakes before the doors were open, followed closely by C.J. Cafas noted a backward glance and, looking backward himself, noted the large man following them. For his sake Cafas hoped he would merely be heading in to the donut shop across the platform.
'Well buddy time for you to show us your intentions.'
Falling into step beside Meld he lowered his voice so that only she would really be able to hear him. "What do you make of him, threat or not? Think he'll make a move?" As he hit the stairs up to the outside area Cafas couldn't help but notice the man was still following them. Swinging his bag off his back once more and donning his trench coat again before proceeding, stumbling slightly under the effort of getting the thirty kilogram bag back onto his shoulders. The light would most likely have hurt his eyes if it weren't for the glasses as he broke through the top of the stairs and looked around.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 2, 2009 14:38:41 GMT -6
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"I know what you mean, and I know in the long run blood will have to be shed, but I won't enjoy it. I'd like to keep it as low as possible, I mean really, I have no money and these are literally my only clothes, I have two other pairs of pants, both in terrible condition, so bloodstains are a no-no."
Although it was apparent that Alchemist's views did not exactly match her own, Meld couldn't' help but feel the beginnings of some respect for him. His opinions and beliefs were well thought out and had a certain practicality about them that few of the more pacifist mutants seemed to have. She smiled in amusement at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Oh, I'm sure we can find some way to make you a little money and find you a few extra pairs of clothes." Her own attempt at humor, a veiled reference to some of the less legal ways one could go about acquiring money. Though she supposed that most were not quite as causal about robbing a store or even a bank as she was.
"Indeed, you know what, I find it quite comforting that at least some people in this world of perpetual hatred recognise that a solution is not to torture someone, it can be an effective tool, I recognise that, but never a solution."
That particular line of discussion made Meld a little bit uncomfortable, although she tried her best not to allow her emotions to be seen. She had more of a history with torture, especially recently, than she would really like to admit. She opted to say nothing in respons.
"What do you make of him, threat or not? Think he'll make a move?"
"He believes he's a threat," Meld answered candidly. "We need to go some place private." She knew this area of the city reasonably well and began walking towards a secluded alley. The angry human continued following, not even making an effort to hide the fact. Well, at least it didn't appear to be doing anything rash and regrettable.
Just as Meld finished that thought the human pulled a gun out of his pocket. "I'll show you suffering, mutant scum," he yelled as the first bullet exited his gun with a loud bang. Meld growled angirly.
"Oh, I'm sure we can find some way to make you a little money and find you a few extra pairs of clothes."
'Interesting concept, maybe later.'
"I may do something about that tomorrow, or some other time, I'm way to wiped out today, had a bit of a rough plane ride. It was close enough to the truth for him to be comfortable, perhaps he would tell her later, but just now he was too preoccupied with the idea of not getting killed by a crazy fat guy, who looked about ready to kill them. "Anyway, what would I do? Rob a bank? I don't have nearly that sort of ability, do you have any idea how much metal goes into a vault door? or how many bullets are fired by your average sub-machine gun a minute? The energy drain would just about kill me." He chuckled at the thought of it, the high spirits of joke making falling into his voice.
"He believes he's a threat, we need to go some place private."
'He'd be wrong, dude doesn't look like he could out run a walrus'
"I agree, if he does something stupid I'd prefer it not so public, after all, I don't want to get a bad reputation this early on." C.J. followed Meld as she headed in the direction of a small alley, as if he hadn't spent enough time skulking in those that day, and the large man, despite his more than ample girth, kept up, walking at a pace that didn't seem quite reasonable given his size. Reaching just a few steps into the alley Alchemist spun to face the man. "Do you have a problem? This world has enough suffering without you trying to make people's live miserable. So, you gonna leave us alone?" No reaction from the man for a second and Cafas thought he may have actually succeeded.
"I'll show you suffering, mutant scum."
'Or maybe not... holy...'
"Crap!" The pistol seemed to fly out of the man's pocket as his hand shot under his jacket and C.J.'s thoughts escaped his mind as he swore rather loudly. The firearm discharged and a fear filled C.J. had no chance to move, less than three metres away. A hole appeared in his shirt and he stepped backward, grabbing his sword and pointing it at the now startled looking man, Meld's growl having apparently served to intimidate him. Alchemist was in shock himself, or, he thought he was, having not felt the bullet enter. "Wrong answer." Cafas took the distance up in two steps, dropped his shoulder and rammed the man in the face with the full force of his third step. He swung around as the man fell backward and, holding his sword in his right hand, dropped his stance a little and waited for him to move, the tunnel vision of battle caused him to lose track of Meld.
'I am so sick of getting attacked today, this city is such a hole.'
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 4, 2009 21:03:16 GMT -6
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"Anyway, what would I do? Rob a bank? I don't have nearly that sort of ability, do you have any idea how much metal goes into a vault door? or how many bullets are fired by your average sub-machine gun a minute? The energy drain would just about kill me."
Meld smirked knowingly. There was, of course, no way that Alchemist could know that she knew very well how much metal went into vault doors and had more than a passing acquaintance with how many bullets were released by various sorts of guns. It was only a couple few short months ago that she had participated, rather successfully truth be told, in her first bank robbery and it wasn't unlikely that she would participate in future bank robberies as well. "I know better than you might think," she answered wryly.
Meld was simultaneously impressed by the speed and grace of Alchemist's reaction to the human and disgusted at the human's audacity and stupidity. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you didn't go after two mutants without backup even if you had a gun. But then this fool, quite obviously, was no genius.
In the seconds following the first shot being fired and Alchemist moving to assault their attacker, Meld decided that she was not going to kill this idiot, quite simply he wasn't worth the effort, but she was going to make an example of him. A moment after the culprit fell to the ground Meld mounted him, kicking his gun out of his reach as she did so. With her left hand she grabbed his throat, cutting off his air supply and sinking her claws slightly into his tender flesh so that he started bleeding. With her right hand she began carving up his face, writing the word "bigot" across it in rough bloody letters. She was certain it would scar horribly and he would never be able to forget his mistake and anyone who saw him would know not to mess with mutants unless they desired bloody retribution. His screams of terror and agony sent a thrill of pleasure through Meld and she smiled sadistically, wishing for a moment that they could continue for longer. But no, she knew that it woudl be to their detriment to linger.
C.J. heard the gun skitter away along the pavement, the concrete giving off a rough scrapping noise. Moving toward it he sheathed his sword, picked it up and examined it. Guns weren't really his style, but it still fascinated him. Attempting to aim at the trunk of an oak tree across the way, the government's obvious attempt at making it look like they cared for the environment, and squeezed the trigger. A loud bang and small jolt from the gun followed, then the sound of ricocheting metal. Following the noise suddenly Alchemist observed an explosion of stone from the wall of a building. A building roughly ten metres left of the tree.
'Oh well, stick to your strengths I guess...'
Cafas turned back just in time to see Meld finish her... writing task. He was unsure as to quite what was going on but it didn't take a genius to put screams and dripping blood together. Rushing over to Meld C.J. looked at his face. The ragged mess bleeding profusely, and he was sure the man would never see from his right eye again. Alchemist dry retched once before proceeding to throw up, turning just in time to avoid vomiting on Meld or the man with the destroyed face. It wasn't that he had a weak stomach, or that blood and gore sickened him, but a combination of shock, disgust that people could do that sort of thing to each other and the horrible visage of the terrified human. Pulling himself back up from his doubled over position Alchemist pulled the newly limp man's head back, placed the gun, which he was sure was either steel or titanium, having not checked, a centimetre above the wounds and began to gradually lower the melting point of the very end of the weapon. Liquid metal dripped into that man's cuts and pooled, spreading out and filling the first letter until it was level with the skin. Touching it with his pinkie he solidified everything but the direct are of his finger and pulled the digit out. For each of the letters remaining he did the same ,speaking as he did so. "This wasn't necessary, and, knowing humans, who, I wish to point out, aren't dissimilar in nature to mutants, will only lead to more fear and hatred."
'So much violence in this city, I'll be glad to be out of it, maybe the mansion's pacifist group will do me well for a while.'
Nearby screams told C.J. all he needed to know, people had just noticed what was going on. So attentive are these people they most likely could have made a clean getaway before anyone even saw the injured man. Alchemist didn't want a scene, that would only lead to trouble, well, more trouble. Not in any particular mood to wait for Meld's directions to the Xavier institute Cafas made hurried beckoning motions to her and set off down the alley at all the pace he could muster. Adrenaline had started wearing off and he began to feel very weak, but he kept going. He knew there was something that didn't add up about the situation, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He attempted to think as he ran with some level of success.
'Did I not wake up? Not it, I haven't slept yet. Broken limb? No don't think so, but getting closer. Oh yeah! I got shot! Bingo.'
C.J. looked down at his stomach, where a hole in his shirt told him the bullet has entered, but no blood, how curious. Feeling into the hole in his shirt confirmed the projectile had never injured him, just something about the layer of solid metal covering the skin.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 28, 2009 21:29:35 GMT -6
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Meld payed little attention to Alchemist as he dry wretched nearby. She knew that most weren't quite as casual around the sight of blood and pain as she was and, perhaps, that wasn't such a bad thing. The fewer mutants who had to sacrifice parts of their souls for the mutant cause the better. She had no desire to have others suffer as she had suffered and hoped that this man wouldn't have to do so. "He attacked us," Meld said without inflection. She wiped her bloody claws on the man's shirt and stood up. "A message needed to be sent to show that we are not to be messed with." For her it really was that simple. Humans needed to learn that there were consequences to her actions and Meld had been uniquely merciful in her dealings with this particular human. Usually she would have just killed him and been done with it but instead she had allowed him to live in order to carry her message for the rest of his life, however long that was likely to be.
"We need to go," Meld said, listening to the distant sirens. "The Mansion isn't far." Meld looked up at the top of the buildings surrounding the alley then back down at Alchemist and sighed. He didn't seem to be the type to be able to climb the sheer brick walls and jump from rooftop to rooftop as was her normal means of navigation when she had reason to worry about the cops. There was a definite advantage to being up high, mainly that people didn't tend to look up when looking for someone. Oh well, that just meant they would have to go the old fashioned way and hope for a little luck in that the police wouldn't notice their transgression until they had made it to their destination.
Fortunately the short trek to the Mansion proved to be relatively uneventful. Meld kept her ears open for sirens and anything else that sounded suspicious and navigated around such possible spots of danger. It helped, of course, that the Mansion was nearby and so there really wasn't much of an opportunity for the cops to catch them and, perhaps, they might not even realize that they had been responsible. "This is it," Meld finally said, standing across from the Mansion. "I should leave, I would rather not be noticed by those individuals who may have found our unfortunate assailant." There was little risk of him identifying Alchemist, Meld knew. She was distinct enough that chances were hers would be the only real description. She scribbled her number onto a piece of paper and handed it over. "In case you need to contact me for any reason." With that she turned and headed back into the heart of the city, climbing up the nearest building and beginning her journey back to Sanctuary.