The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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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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The crowd went wild after the final song, cheering and yelling for Fausto's solo. Then, before the band left the stage, Fausto gave one last message to the children that had come to hear him. He said that mutants were superior, but showed it in the wrong way: rather than killing humans, it was better to use mutant gifts to help people. From her vantage point in the tree, Katrina could see the crowd reaction to that. Some kids were still just cheering and happy to see the young rock star. Some disagreed with his last comment, others agreed. Some of the teachers who had been whispering about the controversial lyrics looked confused by the opposite message that Fausto seemed to be giving now. Katrina didn't wait to see what they did about it, though.
As soon as she saw that the band was finished playing for the night, she slipped around the throngs that were heading out the mansion gate, past the teachers whispering to each other, and toward the backstage area where the instrument cases and other traveling equipment for the band was stored. Soince the stage was really only a platform, there wasn't a curtain or anything separating the backstage from the rest of the lawn. It was just like the front of the stage, except there was a little staircase leading up to the top of the platform on this side. And it was being used. Already workers were packing everything up and putting it back into the van they had brought it in, stowing instruments and speakers into a vehicle that Katrina assumed belonged either to Cielle or to her father's hotel. Cielle herself was still waving goodbye to fans, while Takumi lazily scribbled a few autographs.
Katrina waited near the bottom of the stairs, but not too near because she was trying very hard not to get in the way. She couldn't wait to say hello to her friend that had been gone for such a very long time.
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The child ran away from the scene in a jiffy, he let the spotlights behind and in a second he was in the back of the stage. He nimbly reached the edge of the stage, the stairs were being used . As if it were a giant and impossible leap Fausto hold his breath until his feet touched the ground.Even with his crimson cape on his back like as an uncontrollable fire. And so jumped the ideas in his head, in an uncontrollable way. What should he say after so long without seeing her? what could she Think about him? What if she asked him where he went? His heart was full of emotions but at that time he only wanted to follow one of them , the boy sighted looking to both sides until he find the object of his anxiety ,Katrina.
Suddenly his mind was forced to concentrate on one point, something on her arm had drawn his attention. and he gone crazy about it talking as fast as he could pointing to the place where the scratch was . ¨ Is that a scratch on your arm? What happened? Are you okay? None of this would have happened if I had stayed here, I shouldn't have gone ... ¨
Fausto quickly walked toward her with a really worried faced until they where very close to each other ...He wanted to hug her , but his mind say ¨No¨ and he did a great effort to hold his feelings . How could he say that after so long without seeing her? the boy realized how stupid was the situation, he was treating her as if she had went to some dangerous place , but she had been there in the safest place, the mansion . well , it had not always been the safest but at least it was safer than a military base. He was who went to a very dangerous place and more than once he was wounded. ¨ Sorry ... I should start again ¨ The boy added in a tone of voice much more calmed and clearly embarrassed. ¨ Nice to see you again Katrina, i missed you as much as i missed this place¨ the child relaxed his face and a beautiful smile formed on it. ¨ Is really nice to see you again. ¨ He added again still with the radiant smile .
Fausto appeared at the edge of the stage like a hybrid between angel and demon. The bright stage lights behind him made him glow like he had a halo all around him, they also made his face shadowy. His cape swirled around him as he leaped off the stage and the young girl couldn't help but be reminded of a vampire like the ones in the stories every girl her age seemed to be reading. She could never really get into those stories, mostly because she had a hard time thinking of vampires as anything other than terrifying bloodthirsty monsters. She was probably biased on the subject, but she thought Fausto looked much more handsome tonight than a vampire ever could. It seemed like he had grown up a little since the last time she had seen him.
She opened her mouth, about to say hello or even shout hello and run over to hug him, when the young rock star swooped over to worry about a little scratch on her arm. Katrina looked down to where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a angry red line there. She vaguely remembered scraping by some twig or another when she had been climbing the tree to get a better view.
“I hadn't even realized it was scratched. Must have been from climbing the tree. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt.”
>>>¨ Sorry ... I should start again ¨ ... ¨ Nice to see you again Katrina, i missed you as much as i missed this place¨ ... ¨ Is really nice to see you again. ¨
He sounded embarrassed at first, but his smile showed that he was really and truly happy to see her again. Katrina was not as shy, but just as happy to see him. For now, she forgot all the confusing emotions she had and let joy reign. Since there was little room left for embarrassment, she was free to do what ever she wanted without the fear of making a fool of herself and actually caring. She felt perfectly fine, for example, throwing her arms around Fausto's chest and squeezing him in a tight hug.
“I missed you, too. It's been so weird not having you around.” Squeeze. Joy was a great emotion for releasing inhibitions.
“There's some teachers who might be looking for you. You might want to avoid them.” Katrina pointed to one possible escape route, releasing one half of her hug to do so, around the van and toward the house was a clear path they could use if they wanted to avoid any of those pesky adults that may have had issues with a couple of lyrics.
“So... how was it? What happened? Tell me all about the trip! Things have been kind of boring around here, mostly. Oh, and I got a dog!” They had much catching up to do.
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Fausto appreciated the fact that she gave the first step and thanked the god in who he did not believe for that . He would not have known how to start that hug, which was the amalgam of the immense joy of two people, two friends who were separated for a long time .that hug become joy so visible and physically making it lost all sense of abstraction . As she hugged him strongly he ruffled her hair. ¨ i dunno why they should look for me but just in case lets go that way and dodge them .¨ He told her winking an eye as she pointed out a possible escape route. Escape Route sounded like one of those words he did not heard often until he arrived to Colombia and these militarized bases with militarized words . all of a sudden he was surrounded by words that had another meaning. Although at that time those words had no meaning , every word was just part of that magic moment. words would lost in the memories of that day but the embrace of those closed friends would prevail.
Fausto felt like a traitor, without being able to tell anything to her best friend, but much of the information that he hide could harm her or put her in a complicated situation if an organization against Kabal's principles find that she was closer to him . His mind was clouded with these stupid thoughts again, he was very concerned about what she might though if she could find about the totality of what happened in Colombia or his small roles in the streets as a Justice maker but at the same time with the same level of concern he was wondering what he would do if she demanded all the true . Her sweet voice shook his head and sent it back to reality. Did she always been so sweet ? what was it that made everything around her seem more beautiful? As if she had an aura of radiant beauty.
"So .. how was it? What happened? Tell me all about the trip! Things have been kind of boring around here, mostly. Oh, and I got a dog! "
¨Well you know that I can tell you much about the trip ... at least I can not say the reason for the trip. perhaps this could be betraying to the boss ... but... ¨ Fausto doubted a little before continuing, he let his last words disappear into the air. How bad could it be if he give her a little hint about where he had gone? "Is a secret but ... Well ehh ... I can say it was a very nice trip outside the country , i find a lot of new things , there was where i learned to spit fire ,a old man showed me how, i also ate a lot of new foods.¨ The child grinned while he was telling her those small details that had been so hard to tell.the balance was tilted far more toward the person who had helped him so much, his best friend who always had accompanied him through the tough times. Slate would not approve someone else to be aware of the mission in Colombia but was so hard not being able to share what they did with her, because the purpose of these missions was to make the world a better place, just that the way could look bad for the rest of the world. the boy concealed the internal war that happened in his head with more smiles while they were walking away from the teachers. Katrina's army was beating Slate's army with the Heavy Artillery letting them without time to counter attack. ¨ How lucky! So you got a dog? did you buy it or someone gift it to you ? Who was it? Don't tell that Was the guy who was with you at the party... ¨
They swept off, escaping the backstage area with its bright lights, hired equipment movers, noisy girls who were standing around, giggling in groups, and waiting for opportunities to get autographs, and the potential teacher who was a little upset at the choice of lyrics in the earlier songs.
The small details he could tell her were interesting, but not very specific. He could have done those things in any country anywhere in the world. He was grinning, but she was thinking about all the secrets that seemed to be shrouding his answers so her expression was more thoughtful.
“You kind of sound like a spy. You can't even say where you went.”
When he asked if she had gotten the dog as a present from the same boy she'd been with at the Valentine's Day party, she looked confused. “Ryuichi? No. He wouldn't do something like that, I don't think. Kenzie came from Sam. He adopted too many dogs than he could keep in his room so he let me take one of them. I put her up in my room so she wouldn't get in the way during the concert. Do you want to come meet her?”
Though he was being very secretive about his own adventures, Katrina was still excited about sharing her small stories with him. She grabbed his hand, her fingers winding between his like they belonged there and she pulled him toward the house, her excitement an almost tangible energy that raced through her.
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Fausto who previously felt so great and immense now felt so small and vulnerable, he had been bigger than the mansion. He was bigger enough to be able to swallow the whole world a single bite. And now thanks to the innocent commentary of her, his defenses fell and he felt as small as an atom, a small part of a whole and not the whole thing . pale as a corpse quickly and nervously answered to her , she hit the target once more, without even knowing it . ¨ Well, actually you could say that I am like a spy, but without all those fancy gadgets. i do not drive a Aston Martin or use a smoking all the time but maybe I'm something like a spy ... the first thing i did was to ask about the fancy gadgets , i wanted a super clock with tranquilizer darts or a shoe that could break a wall with a single blow but they said we were not in a movie. ¨
What the small singer had missed during his trip more than anything else had been only two thing .the feel of familiarity with the streets of NY, its lights, its noises, its stores, all in one package. and also her best friend , Katrina. She had an aura that embellishes her and charmed him , he will answer to what she ask , thankfully she had not asked directly about something he could not say, so he could freely find some small details that do not make any harm to say . everyday life that last month had seemed so distant now received him with open arms and he accept the embrace that reality gave him with ease. grateful to be there again. He smiled. a rouge smile bent his lips as he spoke, much more calm and at ease knowing that the dog was not from that Ryu-something.
Takumi and Cielle should be giving autographs to all . Cielle pleased, Takumi overwhelmed by the girls with he was so shy. he would know later how they ended the night ,but what he care now was her , he was anxious to get to her room and meet Kenzie. What kind of dog would it be? He still remembered the walk under the rain with Duke, James's Golden Retriever. Dogs deserve more respect than many people he had meet . He always liked them so he let her carry him away as quickly as they could dodging all sort of things to her room.
Fausto seemed to deflate just a little when she mentioned his lack of detailed descriptions. She wished he could say more, but he didn't offer any more details and she didn't ask. If it made him uncomfortable, she wouldn't press him. If he wanted to tell someone about what happened to him, she would always be available to listen whenever he was ready to talk.
Despite the crowds, it didn't take long to reach her bedroom door. People were moving along at a pretty quick rate now that the show was over, and the two of them were small enough to squeeze through cracks between people when they were going too slow. Katrina could hear Kenzie whining on the other side. The noises of the concert didn't make the dog nervous, but she didn't like being cooped up alone for very long especially when she could hear all the raucous students walking past just on the other side of the door.
“I'm back girl. Steady,” the command was supposed to keep the big golden retriever from bounding out the door the moment it was open to knock over whomever was on the other side. She was starting to learn, but sometimes she was so excited that she didn't listen. Even though she was nearly full size, she was still a puppy.
Miraculously, the dog obeyed, and was sitting just inside the door with her tail wagging so hard it shook her whole body even though she was sitting down. She whined plaintively once while she waited for her owner and her owner's guest to come in. Then, as soon as Katrina said “Okay,” she sprang into action, winding her way between the two of them, sniffing their ankles, licking their knees, begging to be petted, and then because she was so happy to see them she picked up the first thing she found on the floor to give to them as a present: it was something that probably should have been put in the hamper rather than left on the floor. The golden retriever wagged her tail proudly.
“Kenzie!” Katrina lunged toward the dog, hoping to be able to snatch the unmentionable piece of clothing out of the canine's mouth before Fausto realized what it was.
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The child centered his attention immediately on the dog, it was a golden. fact that he likes a lot, he loved it . very squezzeable. "She is beautiful, and obedient too . ¨ The dog walked among them very cheerfully ,Kenzie was happy to have patners again after her long confinement . He caresses Kenzie and gave him pats on the head while she walked quickly between them. Until Kenzie decided she had to give them something if she wanted to be a ¨good dog¨.
What did she caught? Fausto sharpens his sight, it was a ... Yes,it was! He swallow saliva and a blush went from head to toe. His friend ,the giant worm lover of human flesh was not going to show its sharp teeth even though he tried so hard for it to appear there and eat him . It neither had listened to him at the party where he confessed to kat,in that occacion he wanted it to eat the rest of the guests to be left alone with her . The worm was not going to swallow him and save him from the embarasing situation , he would have to improvise. surely she would feel worse than him , so the most important thing would be contradictorily to trivialized the situation.
Fausto quickly searched by with his sight in the room trying desperately to find something to change the subject. He ignore the dog and Kat that had rushed toward it . he looked to the other way. ¨ Your room is always so tidy. mine is always a mess.¨ some clothes were a little spin around the floor. the dog was bored while its owner was not present . He refused to believe his lovely kat could be so messy as him . Despite the clothes on the floor, the room was still cleaner than his room , he even suspected that it would be the same if someone checked all the rooms. Fausto's room would be the most messiest . ¨ I never used the time to put order on it . ¨He added hastily, he was afraid of the silence that might form if he allowed it . ¨Thinking about it ... you could turn it invisible ... so your room could be a mess but looks like tidy .¨ His commentary was stupid but could give Kat a hint to erase that unmentionable clothing at least momentary .
Katrina's hand grasped around thin air when Kenzie figured out that they were no longer playing “Looks what I found” and had switched instead to “Keep Away.” In her humble doggy opinion, the second game was much more fun. She darted away from her mistress and bounded around the small room in a circle and came to a halt in the opposite corner and crouched down with her mischievously wagging tail held high in the air.
Katrina glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eyes to see if he had realized... and he was beet red from head to toe. Since he was not a chameleon like someone else she knew, Katrina realized right away that he had seen. Damn.
Fausto was very tactful, though. He forged ahead, making polite conversation as if nothing had happened about how tidy her room was while she continues to try and catch her dog.
>>>¨Thinking about it ... you could turn it invisible ... so your room could be a mess but looks like tidy .¨
Katrina paused mid-lunge, realization dawning upon her. Fausto was a genius and her hero. He may not have said as much, but he had worked out a perfect solution to her problem. The clothing item quickly vanished itself from Kenzie's mouth, even the feel of it was gone. The canine dropped the invisible article in confusion, much to Katrina's relief.
“Thanks,” for thinking the room is clean and for the help with the unmentionable incident.
She should have thought of that, considering it was her ability. Yet, it was her friend who thought of the tactic first. That was why Katrina avoided things like fights, video games, or even sports. She was not very good at strategy. Her own usual strategies involved running away, button mashing, or getting the ball to someone else as quickly as possible if it ever came her way, respectively. Maybe that was why the acid mouthed boy was sought after to embark on adventures abroad and Katrina wasn't even allowed out the front gate without supervision.
“So,” Katrina began again as she found a seat on her bed, patting it to indicate that there was still room for one more. “This is Kenzie.”
The golden, having had her game abruptly interrupted was perfectly happy to go back to being petted and leaped up onto the bed. She stuck her head under Katrina's arm to make it perfectly clear what it was she wanted. She couldn't speak human, but she was a perfectly good communicator.
Katrina laughed and scratched her head.
“I also got a cell phone while you were gone. That was a bit of an adventure, too, actually. I was mad at my mom for something or other, and I wanted to talk to someone. I remembered seeing Abyss at the party. You remember the big red guys? They are friends of mine from when we all lived together during the resistance, so I went to see them at the Sanctuary. I shouldn't have gone without telling anyone, I realize now, but I was so angry at the time. Anyway, Mars gave me his cell phone, I think it was so that next time I could just call first if I wanted to talk.” Katrina paused a moment, a little shy about the next thing she wanted to say, which was a little odd since she hadn't had any trouble asking the same question of Sam, Ghost, or anyone else for that matter.
“Um. You can have my cell phone number if you want. And, do you have a phone number too?” The blonde teen averted her gaze, not wanting to see his reaction, just in case it wasn't a favorable one. She didn't want to seem like a stalker friend or anything. Instead, she focused on scratching the very tip of MacKenzie's chin, which was one of her favorite spots to be scratched. The dog would have purred, if she could.
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It worked! Katrina made it invisible. He doubted for a moment, perhaps she was not able to vanish all sorts of things ... but while those thoughts rounded his head the object disappeared into the mouth of the dog as if it had never been there and a totally different atmosphere emerged in the room. tension disappeared. ¨ Sorry Kenzie, Katrina won this match .¨
A few seconds later he seated beside her on the bed, he listened carefully as she tell her little adventure and he really surprised that she had escaped , not because he believed she was predictable but she was not the kind that leaves without permission from her home. Well, he did not escape very often when he had to ask for permission . Now he could not ask anyone that bothered him a little, but also gave him a lot more freedom to make his own decisions. He nodded energetically while he took his cellphone from his pockets. ¨ Sure! That's great but there is a problem ... i don't know how to store a number in my cellphone. i don't get it at all, is too technological for me. I just have two numbers. do you Want to try to put yours? ¨ He gave his cell phone to her .She would be more accustomed to technology than Fausto, He never had such great interest in technological advances but Cielle insisted that it was necessary for the leader of the band, so it would be easier to locate him . ¨ Cielle gave it to me on last Christmas, I do not use it much. I barely know how to call from the agenda. But I would like to have a way to talk to you more often and even if we are away. ¨
Fausto's life was certainly getting busy. From mysterious missions to foreign countries to band practices with Cielle and Takumi all the time, his schedule was pretty full. The band was getting more popular, too, if the crowd on the mansion lawn had been any indication. Katrina wondered if there were any pirated versions of Corrosive Revolution's music out on the internet yet. Pretty soon, they might even start touring around the country giving concerts.
At least she would be able to contact him as easily as Cielle could, now that she would have his phone number, too. Katrina liked Cielle, for the most part. She was a nice person, even if she was a little spoiled. It was a good thing that she had found Fausto to be in the band. It had given his some direction in his life when he had seemed a little lost before. She couldn't help resenting the older girl just a little bit, sometimes. She wasn't jealous of her lifestyle or her money or anything like that, but she didn't think that she should always be able to boss Fausto around all the time. Giving him a cell phone was one example of how she was always in control. She wanted to call him, so she gave him a phone, simple as that.
Katrina took the phone from Fausto's outstretched hand and quickly programmed in her cell phone number. She even took a second to choose a ring tone for herself from the list. To her surprise Pinball Wizard was one of the choices. On a whim, she chose the amusing song for the silly memory of trying to sing it while playing karaoke. Hopefully Fausto would find it amusing the next time she called him.
“There you go,” she intoned as she handed the phone back to him. “Now I'll do yours. Hang on just a second.” The teen adeptly opened the correct menu and typed in all the information she needed for a new contact, everything except the phone number. Then she handed her phone over.
“All you need to do is type in the number, k?”
She collapsed back against her pillow while she waited. She took the chance while he was busy not looking at her to observe him up close and well lit. She could still see the playful youth that she had first battled in the kitchen with eggs and flour. There was a seriousness there, too, that had always been part of him as he struggled with difficult decisions. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it seemed like the seriousness was winning out over his playful side. It seemed like he was growing up, and the month away just made that more obvious to her.
Well, she couldn't have that. He couldn't grow up without her, it just wasn't allowed here in Neverland. Therefore the young blonde did the only thing she could think of that would help keep him young; as soon as he was finished typing in his number, she launched the pillow straight at his head.
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The room made him feel very nervous. It was her room. where she probably spent more time than him in his own room. Cielle's room which could have been a department of considerable size had become his second home .Home is where the heart is and his revolutionary heart was in the mansion along with his small group of friends and lots of acquaintances, fans and rivals. all were part of his ¨home¨ even some of the teachers. Her delicate hand brushed his hand as she took his cell phone from it. it was only a moment but it made him feels more nervous than he was. It made him remember the time he leave to Colombia. He felt so sad that day and he felt so alone during the trip but at the end he managed to survive and return to her in one piece and that was something to thanks.
Although he considered the mansion his home and domain. He was the king but had no control over Katrina's room . A place so different from his own room in a lot of aspects , it seemed to come from a far far kingdom . He felt a slight pressure on his shoulders, Could it be that he was being observed by security cameras or by the eyes of a wild beast tamed to guard the bed of the beautiful princess? Could it be that some lions were lying under a curtain of invisibility? The idea was absurd but it did not seem so unrealistic. Katrina's movements seemed to be the ones of a innocent princess who knows that nobody can touch her . Could it be that some mythical beast was guarding her from another plane of reality?
While his mind generated smalls universes of possibilities in constant cycles, his clumsy fingers accidentally wrote numerous incorrect numbers among his true number in her cellphone by mistake . They appeared on the screen with a good speed but even more faster the wrong numbers disappeared.Fausto was ending erasing the excess of numbers, leaving his phone number on the screen and not a line of incomprehensible numbers that could have been the deactivation code for a nuclear bomb without major problems.
What to do when one is beaten up by a unexpected pillow? Good question, Fausto did not know the answer. For an eternal second he feared that his answer couldn't be what she expected, but in reality he was more afraid that his answer did not fit which how he would have reacted a month earlier. He was afraid of no longer being the child who had said goodbye to her promising that nothing would change, after all he had seen in Colombia ..a totally different world . Another second, his expression of bewilderment and incomprehension did not change. The pillow lay in front of him, it was waiting a bumpy journey .His face did not ... It did! It change! . His expression changed suddenly, the laugh broke out through the invisible barrier around him reviving his face and his spirit. He always adore how she seemed to bring him back to earth, not to that hard and cold reality of every day but to a improved version of it. To Fausto the situation seemed painted of a funny Orange .He extended his hands toward where the pillow was resting as he looked at Kat with a mixture of wonder, joy and love. His hands blinded searched on the bed for the former weapon of mass destruction AKA the pillow but it was not there so his sight jumped down to where it was before to confirm what he couldn't touch/find was not there.
Kenzie wagged his tail happily as he held it in her mouth .To fight for it like a dog could be a funny option but Katrina would have to find another pillow so he choose to do it in the human way. using the thumbs. Kenzie deftly eluded the first tackle, and so did with the second, third and fourth. Until the child managed to get it with a quick blow. Kenzie looked at him with expectation, she wanted it, she wanted to run while being chased around the room but unfortunately for her it was not in his plans. The bluntless object flied from where Fausto was kneeling toward Katrina with all his hopes , it was threw with more hope than skills.
At first her pillow missile did not do what she expected it to do. Like she had planned it sailed through the air in an arch that could probably be described by a long and difficult math problem, but it didn't quite effect Fausto the way she had expected. He stared at it a moment with a bewildered expression on his face like he couldn't believe that the white fluffy thing on the ground had just hit him. Then, then, then after a brief never ending moment, he smiled the way Katrina had wanted him to. He laughed a completely lighthearted and childlike laugh as if he hadn't a care in the world other than that pillow.
Kenzie was quicker than the young boy. It had been thrown, therefore, it was time for playing “Fetch”. Somehow she sensed that Fausto wouldn't be throwing it again for her to chase, so she shook it to taunt him. It was hers now, silly human, and this time she wouldn't let it disappear from between her clenched teeth.
Katrina laughed at his plight, as she watched the pair crash around the room in a pillow-battle-dance. She was unprepared for when Fausto won the contest with the canine and sent the pillow flying back at her. She probably should have seen that one coming. She did see it coming, but only when a large white shape was obscuring her vision of the entire room as it flew toward her face.
Oh. So that's how it was going to be.
Katrina launched the pillow back, then quickly dove behind the bed for cover. There was more ammunition under there, including a second pillow that had migrated off the bed at some point and taken refuge for the season in the dark recesses below. Somewhere... he hand groped for the fabric, grasped a corner, and pulled out... She quickly shoved it back under the bed. That was better left in the dark places when a boy was in her room. As for that pillow, it had to be under there somewhere!
Posted by faustomartense on Aug 27, 2009 21:58:41 GMT -6
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So far it could have been a volleyball match with the ball flying from side to side of the net but there was no net, the proyectile that jumped from both ends of the room neither was a volley ball. The pillow Kat threw hit Fausto's head . He didnt even tried to dodge it , Katrina seemed to have excellent accuracy with pillow as with eggs. He quickly grabbed the pillow before it hit the floor but when he was ready to throw it again she had disappeared.
For a moment he knew she had won the battle, not war, but the battle. She had a unique and unsurpassable position hidden behind her invisible veil from where she could attack him from almost any angle without noticing . The certainty vanished as quickly as it came to his mind, she was not using his powers. She hide under the bed, but he could not hit her with the pillow until she got out of there. Her little bunker would protect her against any attack.
How quickly would eat a bed? The bed should not have too many components chemically resistant to the magically corrosive saliva ,He had never found out if his saliva was very acidic or very alkaline but the magic worked anyway and things were melted fast. but like the problem with the pillow he could not destroy objects of that tidy and neat room . the boy sighed as he could not find a better way than to eat the whole bed ... and sighed again because he would need a much bigger mouth to eat the entire bed in a single bite.
Although if he thought only for a extra second ... What leads him to always use his mutation? Katrina almost always solved her problems without making all invisible, perhaps he should be more creative and find an alternative answer . if he were Kat he would turn invisible the whole room. they did not called him Iron Mouth for nothing ... but it was not the time to use his mutation. As often happened to him ,when he find a statement it turned much easier to find the answer . ¨No powers allowed¨ They were just playing , it would not hurt to play as humans . Realizing it he smiled and sighed for the valuable time he had lost looking for a answer in the wrong place . As he walked / ran reducing the small space that separated him from the girl's bed, he took off his shoes with the laces untied and jumped into the bed with the pillow . So she could not see him from her bunker, though he could not see her neither , anyway both knew where was the other.
Kenzie's neutrality was an issue to consider, she would decide soon in which person bend her his loyalty, the balance was tilted for Katrina because she was his master and friend. Two againts one. Great nations changed their allegiance for money along the eons .What prevented him from doing the same with Kenzie? Fausto showed the pillow to her . Both meets their gazes. He knew that she wanted it , she thought he would give it to her . He doubted if she would fall into the same trap twice but he did not lose anything trying. Kenzie waited and doubted before climbing into the bed .Surely she had previously ordered Kenzie that she should not do it but this time everyone was playing . Why she could not play it too and forget all the rules? Kenzie quickly jumped on the bed. The child uttered words that Kenzie did not understand but surely it have as much fun as almost all the words spoken by humans ¨I have a hostage ¨ he said in an authoritative tone, pretending to be a soldier of high rank but the laugh between each word betrayed him showing it was just a game. one that was getting a lot of fun as the missiles hit the targets.
It was dark under the bed, which made it very difficult to see anything. Pillow number two had to be down here somewhere, she knew it. Katrina crawled under to extend her reach to every corner. She would find that pillow to make this an even fight. There was a sleeping bag. That was a blanket she only used when it was really cold out. Oh, there was her geography book; she should really get that back to the library before the next group of students would be needing it in the fall.
As she reached for another object in the dark to examine it and see if it was the missing pillow, she heard running steps heading for the bed. Uh oh. The bedsprings above her creaked in complaint at the suddenness of Fausto's weight being deposited atop the bed. They bulged downward just slightly, but there was still plenty of room underneath for the thin blonde. A moment later, there was another creak. Kenzie had joined ranks with the enemy! Was an ambush awaiting her when she came out from under the bed? She was trapped!
“I have a hostage,” came the soldierly voice of Fausto from above, along with a laugh to show that the dog was not really in any danger. Oh no! Not Kenzie!
“I refuse to bow to the demands of terrorists!” Katrina tried to sound as tough and noble as she could. Almost before she had even finished speaking, she rolled out from under the bed, the ultimate weapon held tight to her chest. Without pause, she leaped to her feet and let out a war cry, swinging pillow number two wildly toward Fausto. “I'll save you Kenzie!”