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.
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Posted by Sebastian on Nov 12, 2009 9:12:07 GMT -6
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(Takes place between Court Date and Mission! Wedding)
Sebastian and Sam arrived early for the game, but there were already people swarming around the ticket booth and starting to fill up the stands on either side of the field. It was a young crowd, high school students mostly, which was somewhat distracting for the unicorn shifter. Phrases like “look out” and “move it” had him automatically dancing out of people's way as they stood waiting in the crowd for their chance to buy tickets. Finally they made it to the front of the line, and Sebastian focused hard on ignoring the crowd behind him in order to purchase his ticket.
They were at a high school football game. He had never seen an American football game before, but Sam had invited him to tag along, so here he was, swimming in a sea of students who sorted themselves by clothing color once they entered the gate to the stadium. The crowd headed to the left wide was primarily wearing purple and white. The crowd heading to the right wore mostly red and yellow. Just inside the gates, vendors waved giant foam fingers and hit rubber sticks together to make noise, popcorn machines worked furiously to keep up with the demand, and young girls dressed in short skirts that matched their teams colors waved colorful puffs to get people's attention, as if the short skirts weren't already enough to draw many eyes.
Through all the commotion and excitement, Sebastian tried to focus on following Sam to wherever it was they were going to sit. There was a lot to take in, but gawking could wait until they were safely seated.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 12, 2009 11:42:24 GMT -6
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It was weird to say the least that Sam thought about the awkward situation he was in. here he was going to a high school foot ball game an attempt talk to one of the teams quarter back. He was suspected to be a mutant but Sam figured he would be the best judge of that if he was a mutant Sam would offer him a helping hand, if that meant a place at the mansion, or more of a finical support for his future Sam was more than willing to help out, and while he was working he was also doing a little more personal investigating.
Looking back to make sure Sebastian was still following him Sam turned right where Evan the senior quarterbacks fans were busy cheering him and the team on. He knew little about Evan and even less about Sebastian who was the man that was going to ask his best friend to marry him. Did he have an angle or was Ghost just a long-term fling to him? Feeling protective of Ghost Sam deemed it necessary to get know Sebastian and what better way than a manly sporting event?
Going up to the bleachers Sam found some room for them to sit, it was directly in between the student section and adult section. Young girls and boys throwing caution to the wind wrapped themselves around their boys and vise versa. Hormonal teens intertwined with each other was only a temporary distraction for Sam, wondered what his life could have been like if he could have stayed in one place long enough to enroll in a school. Shaking his head and pushing those thoughts from his head Sam walked up the stairs and to the seat and sat down leaving room for Sebastian.
The field was still empty for the time being seeing s the game hadn’t started yet but that was the reason he brought Sebastian along, two birds one stone. ”So Sebastian, tell me about yourself, I want to say Ghost said a lot about you but… she hasn’t…” Sam ended the sentence trying to sound as nice as possible but feared that his distrust would come out unfiltered.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 12, 2009 12:40:12 GMT -6
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The behavior of some of the students in the stands was a little shocking to the old fashioned unicorn shifter. He politely turned his gaze away. They were making actions that were normally very private very very public. When he noticed that it was not an action isolated to a single couple he asked Sam, “Is it normal for students to behave that way in public?”
He was honestly somewhat disturbed by it. He hadn't ever considered kissing to be a spectator sport, except for at weddings. Perhaps this was just another form of culture shock that proved he was still not quite used to the way things were done in this day and age in the United States.
They found their seats on the metal bleachers. It was a nice night to be out doors, but the seats seemed to be designed to keep one's posterior cold. They were also rather hard. Sebastian made a mental note that next time he came to a football game he would bring a pillow with him. He did notice that many of the adults had the foresight to bring one, and even some of the students had blankets and pillows to keep themselves comfortable through the game. He didn't have long to think about it though, Sam distracted him with a question.
>>>“So Sebastian, tell me about yourself, I want to say Ghost said a lot about you but… she hasn’t…”
Ghost hadn't said much about Sam either, other than to mention him in her list of friends at the mansion. The way he phrased his question, though, made him sound more like an older brother than a friend, which made him wonder exactly what kind of information he wanted. There was rather a lot to tell, but most would be irrelevant to an older-brother-type figure.
“Let's see, I'm originally from Greece. My mutation, other than the obvious,” he indicated his horn and tail with a sweep of his hand, “includes healing myself and others, shifting to a creature known most widely as a unicorn, and shifting my age. I am currently working on getting ready for the grand opening of my clinic near Central Park that will service both mutants and humans.”
He was also curious to hear about this man's relationship with his wife. Partly out of curiosity, and partly because he honestly wanted to get to know Ghost's friend better.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 14, 2009 11:37:31 GMT -6
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Thought the crowds around both him and Sebastian were loud Sam had no problem drowning them out to focus on his horned friend. ”You shift your age?” Sam asked curiously making sure he heard right, just how old was this man who was going to marry his dear friend. In the long run if Ghost was aware of it and was all right with an age shifting unicorn there was nothing he could do, accept support her decision. That's what friends do after all.
Smiling at the idea of a clinic for both humans and mutants Sam figured out why Ghost wanted to marry the unicorn shifter sitting next to him. After all her book shop’s policy was very similar, both humans and mutants welcome, well welcome only if their was no fighting. ”Think I know why she is marrying you if your serious about the clinic…” Sam said as gave a smirk to the crowd as the players took the field and the crowds erupted in large cheers.
Standing up and cheering on the team by clasping his hands to his mouth and yelling a loud, ”YEAHAHHHHHHHH!” maybe he was getting a little to into the game, but he figured it was something he had to do less people would think he and Sebastian were there for reasons other than football.
As the crowd died down and the fans removed their hats for the national anthem Sam turned to his side and put his hand on his chest. Yes, he blended in perfectly with the football fanatics and parents. Once everyone in the stands sat down to watch the kick off Sam turned his head towards Sebastian but still kept his eyes fixed on the kicker running for the ball.
”I don’t know where exactly I’m from. Think it’s Colorado somewhere, though I could be wrong, spent my child hood as an orphan, ran away fifteen years later found my way at the mansion where I met Ghost…” leaving out most of the information Sam held his palm upwards towards Sebastian, ”Ice creator and manipulator….” crystals of small bits of ice formed in hand as he kept his eyes on the field where a member of one of the teams just got sacked with the ball. The bits of ice formed into a small figurine of a unicorn on his hand.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 16, 2009 10:58:34 GMT -6
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>>>”You shift your age?”
Sebastian nodded to confirm what was clearly somewhat hard to believe. He wasn't sure why it was hard to believe, when there were size shifters, shape shifters, and gender shifters out there, too. Not to mention all the other miraculous things that could be achieved with mutations, and they still sometimes surprised him as well after all this time. One imagination and a thousand years was not enough to dream up all the possibilities that random chance genetics could produce.
>>>”Think I know why she is marrying you if your serious about the clinic…”
“Yeah?”
>>>“YEAHAHHHHHHHH!”
Sebastian jumped to his feet, startled. He had been hoping for enlightenment on why Sam thought Ghost might marry him. He didn't think he'd guess that it had originally been to save him from being deported; it was more than that, but there was no denying that had been the factor that had rushed the decision for them. The home team chose that moment to rush onto the field, though, so he didn't get to hear Sam's thoughts, or much of anything for the next two minutes except the ringing in his ears as the school band raucously blared the school's theme song and the crowd sang along loudly. The girls in matching short skirts took the opportunity to perform some quite impressive human juggling, throwing each other spinning through the air and catching each other again. Someone ran by with a flag as big as a small hut, emblazoned with the school symbol. It was all very festive and very exciting. He just didn't know exactly what was happening yet.
The crowd settled back down to their seats as the two teams lined up at opposite ends of the field. An oddly shaped ball was place on the ground and someone kicked it hard to the a member of the opposite team, who... caught it and started running with it? The two teams collided in the center like armies at war and men were thrown to the ground in piles. Whistles were blown and the judges came rushing onto the field.
Sebastian tried to pay attention to Sam's life story, he really did, but he had more questions about what had just happened on the field, “Why did they kick it right to the other team? Shouldn't they have tried harder to keep the ball? And I realize that the other team probably wasn't supposed to carry the ball in their hands like that, but doesn't breaking the rules like that seem like a poor reason for the entire team to get angry and tackle them like that?”
He looked over at Sam for answers. Sam held out a little ice unicorn for his inspection. Oh, ice manipulator, right. And a life story, too. “Pretty. Sorry to hear about your lonely childhood. Do you feel more at home now that you've got a stable place to stay?” He'd stayed in some stable places, too. Heh. “What do you do at the mansion? And how did you and Ghost become friends?”
There was another play lining up now. The crowd hooted and hollered like they were watching Roman gladiators rather than a sport of the civilized world. Or perhaps not so civilized. The two teams tackled each other again, forcing the referees to come jogging onto the field yet again, this time with two bright orange poles attached together by a rope that looked about ten meters long. Was that some kind of device to punish the teams for a second fighting offense in two minutes?
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 17, 2009 16:14:38 GMT -6
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Watching the sac Sam turned his head to Sebastian his eyes focused on the horned man’s expression, ”Really? You don’t know anything about foot ball?” Sam asked curiously having only fully grasped the rules himself quite recently, ”They kick the ball off to the other team so the team has a chance to score, and they tackled them cause their job is to make sure they don’t score…” he didn’t explain the rules as well as he could have but he shrugged hoping Sebastian could get the basic idea down.
The crowds cheers had forced Sam to raise his voice as he sat back down with most of the crowd, ”I guess, never thought about it being that different from the orphanages,” lied Sam as his eyes focused on the quarter back who picked up the ball and tried running for a first down but only got stopped at the thirty by a man twice his size. ”Right now I do what ever Tricity and Neena ask me to do, I help out where I am needed, usually that consists of running things while they are gone, but as of now I am the self defense teacher there…”
The next question to Sam a second to respond, when did he and Ghost become friends? He sighed assuming it would be easier to determine when the first time he hit on her was… that was far easier, it was within the first month of him living at the mansion she was however dating Garret at the time. Deciding not to mention any of this to Sebastian less he would have to face the wrath of Ghost he shrugged, ”Think we became friends after we did some work for the X’s…” Had Ghost told Sebastian about her being part of the X-Men?
Mentally shrugging and continuing on with his thought he smiled, ”Her and I were sent to Hawaii, we were supposed to find out about some disappearing mutants, think that was when our friend ship really kicked off before that it was more of a ‘Hey you live in the same house as I do’ thing… that was about a year and a half ago…” Sam said with a nod thinking that the timing sounded about right.
Eyes trailing from the game Sam looked back to Sebastian and said, ”The reason why I think she is marrying you is because you guys think the same, or at least have similar business ethics. Her bookstore is human and mutant as well.” Sam smiled to Sebastian and patted him on the back hoping that this man was really who he had said he was. For the most part Sam didn’t think that badly of the man however he was going to marry his best friend which meant Sam had to go through the leg work of seeing how good a guy he could really be.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 21, 2009 14:05:45 GMT -6
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Sam's explanation of the sport was not a very detailed one. First, the team gives away the ball so the other team has a chance to score, then they try to stop them from scoring. Why, then, did they give them the ball in the first place? He did manage to glean that tackling was an acceptable method of stopping the opposing team's advance, which explained the heavy padding every player wore, and that carrying the ball rather than kicking it was normal. The rest of the rules for the misnamed sport were still a mystery, but he would continue to watch and learn.
His explanation of his friendship with Ghost seemed slightly more complete than his explanation of football rules. They lived together, worked together, and played hero together; it was certainly good grounds for a friendship to form or perhaps more, but from the sound of it nothing of that kind had ever developed.
>>>”The reason why I think she is marrying you is because you guys think the same, or at least have similar business ethics. Her bookstore is human and mutant as well.”
Sebastian nodded, now understanding to what Sam was referring. His wife's business and his own certainly had similarities in that regard. They both had similar mindsets when it came to human and mutant relations, as well as similar non violent tendencies.
On the field. One of the offensive players bumped into someone and dropped the ball (much to the dismay of the audience) only to see a member of the opposing team scoop it up and start running with it in the opposite direction. The player ducked, dodged, and weaved for tens of meters before someone finally was able to catch up to him and trip him up by the ankles. The fans on the opposite side went wild with applause and cheers. The fans next to Sebastian and Sam merely looked dejected. Clearly, this was not a good turn of events.
“So, tell me a little more about the X-men. I know a little about them, but I'm not sure I have a clear picture of what you actually do,” Sebastian admitted, keeping his eyes on the field as he spoke. The teams were lining up for another play.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 21, 2009 19:14:19 GMT -6
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”BOOOOOOOO…….HIISSSSSSSSS yelled Sam as the fumble and turn over ensued. Eyes trailing to Even on the field shaking his head in disappointment as he walked off the field to let the defensive team take over. Hoping that Evan’s team won figuring that it would be easier to talk to the young mutant if he was more excited about the win opposed to more upset and most likely in a foul mood if they had lost.
Turning his head slightly as Sebastian asked him a question about the X’s Sam nodded his head and sat back down next to the unicorn shifter and spoke loud enough for Sebastian to hear everything he said, ”The X-Men?” Sam smiled debating how to best answer Sebastian’s question, ”I think Ghost might be able to explain it better than I, but what we do is try to make the world a safer place for both humans and mutants… for example,” Sam pointed to the field indicating the player they were here to see, ”Although from what we were told his mutation could have harmful effects on him and others around him, what we do would be to try and help him, by helping him take control of his abilities…”
Sam paused and lowered his hand onto his lap as he continued, ”I don’t believe there are bad mutations just people who don’t know how to control them, just a few weeks ago I got called to a small orphanage to help a boy regain control, he was panicking and forcing some silverware at his friends, he was scared and out of control, we went there to calm him down and had a nice talk with him.” Sam said smiling glad that he, Kat and Caitlyn could convince the boy to relax.
”Other than him and the boy out there over half the mansion is full of kids who need help with control, we help them get that control… and I am starting to tell you about the mansion more than the team…” said Sam as he let out a small laugh, ”What we try to do is convince people that Mutants can do good as well and that we are fully capable of becoming contributing members of society, now if that means we have to go into a school and talk to kids about how we aren’t so different, or helping the police stop a mutant that is harming people we do it.”
Sighing and talking a breath Sam looked to Sebastian and continued, ”If you’d like to know more I’ll be happy to have you tag along on a mission in the future, although it isn’t recommended for nonmembers to join us, we do make a few exceptions, and seeing as your going to be a major part of Ghost’s life, I’ll be more than happy to make you one of those exceptions.”
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 29, 2009 0:15:37 GMT -6
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Sebastian was beginning to find a rhythm to the game that was being played out in front of him. The teams would line up, like pieces in a chess game, then charge towards each other while one team tried to get the ball farther down the field. Once everyone had been tackled to the ground, they started again. Once in awhile, for variety, they kicked the ball instead of throwing it, but most of the time feet were not involved at all. Back and forth across the field the teams ranged, pushing one way then the other. Neither team seemed to be able to gain an advantage over the other for long.
Sam protested that Ghost would be better suited to answer his question about the X-men, but as the one who seemed to be in a position of leadership on the team, he did fairly well despite his objection. Still, Sebastian wished he had been a little more specific about some details. So far the ice elemental's answers tended to be a little vague, in all the subject areas they had addressed from his past, to his explanation of the game, and now his team.
“How do you plan to make the whole world a better place? What types of short term goals do you have to ensure progress toward that rather lofty goal?” Short term goals in the Kabal were measured by countries that had gone from war making to peaceful under their influence. How were the X-men different? Sure visits to schools to speak on mutant and human relations and reducing mutant crime in New York City were good strategies, but they weren't really going to make a difference world wide.
“I'd love the chance to help you on a mission. It sounds like your team has very noble goals, ones that I could very easily support. I think that would also give me a good idea of what the team does.” Also, it would give him a chance to ensure that the X-men weren't being terribly reckless with their member's lives. He had a rather vested interest in making sure they weren't assigning suicide missions or anything like that.
Posted by Cold Steel on Nov 29, 2009 15:37:04 GMT -6
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Sam chuckled at the word, Lofty was a good word to describe their goal but it was one he gladly took despite the weight it put on his and everyone else’s shoulders. ”…Let’s see…” Sam thought about short term goals and tried to narrow it down, there were a lot of goals to consider, his team mates his own and then the ideal team goals which he decided to go with.
”Short term? Well for starters we just made a rather big breakthrough with the head of N.Y.P.D., which was something a lot of people said we couldn’t do. You know seeing as the camps seemed to push relations between humans and mutants down the wrong path, but we are on good working terms with them now.” he paused as the buzzer sounded indicating half time as he turned to Sebastian and continued to speak as the players left the field the score still ready to favor either team.
”I’ll admit that the global goals are far off in the distance but for now, we are trying to focus on the problems at home, we can’t very well promote world wide peace if we can’t set an example back home, right?” Sam shrugged slightly as he looked around the crowds of people cheering and talking amongst each other, if he had a good amount of time he could have no problem coming up with far better short term goals but as things were now he didn’t have a lot of time to spare.
”I look forward to sending you out then, I’ll be sure to set you on a team with Ghost or myself when the time comes, figured it would be best for you to see the varsity players in work.” Sam laughed slightly at his varsity comment seeing as it pertained to where they were now. His eyes trailed the clock as he smiled, half time was almost over which meant it was almost time to approach Evan about his future and what it could hold for the young man.
”So what are your short term and long goals?” Sam asked figuring he might as well find out more about Sebastian, after all almost all of his goals reflected his team so Sam figured Sebastian would be willing to share as well. Trying to hold back a laugh Sam felt like he was Ghost’s over protective dad polishing his guns as a little hoodlum was taking his little baby out for her first date.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 4, 2009 12:43:04 GMT -6
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Sebastian nodded, the short term goals seemed to make sense. He appreciated Sam's offer to put him on a mission with at least one familiar face, it would help to have someone to introduce him to the rest of his teammates, though he didn't understand the quip about the 'varsity' players.
The buzzer rang and the teams filed off to the sides of the field. A few people in the stands stood to stretch of head down to purchase refreshments. Sam didn't move to get up, so Sebastian stayed seated next to him to watch the girls in coordinated outfits perform some kind of gymnastics routine to music; the 'dance' was a crowd pleaser, form what Sebastian could tell. Teen boys were hooting and hollering at them from every direction, despite the glares of the girls sitting next to them.
Then it was time to share his own short and long term goals. The way Sam had asked the question made it sound like the goals he was looking for were the more personal types of goals, because neither of them had mentioned a team of any kind with regard to Sebastian. The immortal chuckled a bit to himself, thinking that his personal goals were on a bit of a different time frame than most people's goals were.
“The goal I am working towards right now is getting my clinic ready for opening day. I also am studying to prepare for the entrance exams for medical school. I hope to specialize in the more peculiar and individualized problems that mutations sometimes cause.” Sebastian tilted his head at Sam, questioningly.
“Did Ghost ever tell you about what happened with her mutation in her dream of the future? Within ten years, her incorporeal state became more and more permanent until she couldn't be solid any more. I am trying to find a way to help her avoid disappearing. If I can help her, I can possibly help others find solutions to their unique problems, as well.”
That about summed it up for personal goals, unless Sam wanted to hear about his goal to speak every language or learn to dance every type of dance. As for the world at large, the goal of trying to make every single country live peacefully was not one he had fully come to grasp yet. He still had questions for himself on whether it was ethical to force people to live peacefully, trading a small degree of freedom for stability and safety. Until he got that fully worked out for himself, he thought it best not to go into the finer details.
“As for the world, peace for all is a noble goal to work towards, one that I would dearly love to see accomplished. I'm just not certain if complete peace is possible.” Even in his long lifetime, he wasn't sure he would ever see it.
The game was starting up again. Both teams marched back onto the field, grunting and posturing, trying to appear menacing. (At least that's what it looked like to the immortal unicorn.) The audience came to life watching their players line up in their battle stances. They cheered and yelled, and sounded generally frustrated that no one had scored thus far. There was much more booing of the other teams players than there had been during the opening half. Sebastian blinked. They sounded even more like the ancient Romans than they had before, with their boos and hisses, with cries of 'kill them' and 'slaughter them'. With only half the time left, it seemed like the stakes were much higher now.
With a crack of colliding bodies, the game began again. The star player had the ball, backed off to look for someone to pass to, found no one, and started running with it himself. Like an antelope dodging a pack of lions, he gracefully ducked and dodged, narrowly escaping the snapping jaws and clawing hands of his opponents. He pulled away from the pack and raced down the field. It became a race to the finish line between him and one very large defender, who seemed to shake the ground with every one of his long strides. Right before the finish line the larger player caught the smaller one and threw him roughly to the ground with a crack that elicited groans from the audience that soon trailed off into concerned silence.
Posted by Cold Steel on Dec 6, 2009 22:56:59 GMT -6
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”I remember more or less of that…” Sam said quickly trying to push some of the terrible things he remembered to the back of his mind like Ghost losing her solid form. She was his best friend after all and the thought of losing her to her mutation was something Sam didn’t like to think about mainly because there was little to nothing he could do about it. He didn’t like feeling powerless, he could create and destroy with a mere thought but when it came to something that didn’t involve freezing something he was utterly powerless. ”I hope you can…” was all Sam said while adding a quick head shake at the end to empty out the thought of Ghost losing her body.
Sebastian seemed to grasp the impossibility of Sam’s dreams and he nodded his head, more often than not Sam had felt the doubt of the possibility and had decided even if it was a long shot it could happen, miracles happened everyday, why not go for one of the greatest miracles of all? Even if it seemed difficult to do it was no way it would be a deterrent for Sam, in fact that was one of the many things that motivated him, to accomplish the impossible.
As half time ended and the team took the field Sam joined the fans in cheering as he continued to play the part. Looking to Sebastian who did little to cheer or hiss at the teams. Watching Evan take the ball and run it down the field Sam grinned slightly watching him weave in and out of the defenders with ease. ‘Definite mutant!’ thought Sam as he neared the end zone only to be crushed down into the ground by a man who looked twice his size. The crowd groaned and Sam held his breath, as Evan the boy they had come to see didn’t get up.
”Shit” muttered Sam as the trainer and coach raced to the field when Evan didn’t move. Looking to Sebastian and nudging him with his hand Sam stood up and nodded to the field, ”Let’s test your healing powers then shall we?” Sam asked curiously as he made his way to the stairs and then walked down to field level.
Eyeing Sebastian and clearing the worry from his throat, ”You think we should go out there or wait till he gets carried off the field, the last thing I want is to make things hard for him…” all eyes in the stands was on Evan as he continued not to move. The trainer waved over a small stretcher carried by two of Evans teammates, after loading Evan and rushing him under the stands to the teams locker room Sam pushed off the fence he was leaning on and waved Sebastian to follow.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 8, 2010 22:06:23 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“With that kind of injury, there is no time to waste,” Sebastian was already on his feet, trying to make his way down the metal steps as fast as he could. Unfortunately, so was a large portion of the rest of the crowd. Even with his small size and his most graceful crowd dodging, Sebastian couldn't make any downward progress. “Sam? Can you get me down there?”
Down on the field, the medical team, unimpeded by crowds, rapidly moved the still form of the quarterback onto a stretcher and started moving him off the field. All eyes followed the progress, shoving forward as far as they could to get the best view of what was happening. The large defender who had hit the agile sprinter stood alone in the spot where the tackle had taken place. Very few witnesses noticed him look at his own hands with his mouth hanging open, those that did notice could not tell from the stands whether it was in surprise or horror.
Then, suddenly, the heavy defender was the center of attention once more as his pounding footsteps carried him rapidly off the field. Straight past the yellow fork that marked the end zone, straight past a surprised looking camera crew, straight over the fence at the edge of the field, and into the night.
“Sam!” Sebastian called again, pointing towards the young man in the progress of disappearing. The point was much quicker than a full explanation. It meant, “Someone needs to go stop him.” The healer could not be that someone, he had his own job to do.
Posted by Cold Steel on Feb 9, 2010 22:11:46 GMT -6
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Sam was well aware of the situation, the player they had come to see motionless being lifted and carried with no problem by the stretcher and the player that crushed him running for his life like he had done something he was guilty of. Sam couldn’t tell if he was guilty or not but from what he could tell it was just an accident. Watching Sebastian try to push through the crowds Sam frowned and clenched his hands into a fist. There was no way they could make it down there before the ambulance left and if the other player continued to run… Sam knew that he couldn’t let that happen.
Looking around and spotting where they were, Sam eyed a path around the crowds to the front of them and had no luck. Turning around and looking to the back of the stands looked far more promising. Reaching forward and giving Sebastian a quick tug on his collar around his shirt once Sam caught his attention he pointed up and to the back of the bleachers.
Sure it was a large enough drop if they weren’t who they were but like most things in his life timing was everything. Pushing his way to the top of the stairs Sam climbed the chain-linked fence that was set up and he sat on the railing. Reaching down to Sebastian and lifting upwards he tossed the horned one over the edge to land on a platform made of ice (which he created before he tossed Sebastian).
Once the new friend in-law landed Sam followed and the ice platform he had created grew out from the bleachers and formed two pathways one heading down to the below the stands where he intended for Sebastian to take so he could reach the field quickly while Sam would take the high road.
”I’ll take the high road, you take the low one, do what you can, they have to pace through the main archway to exit the stadium anyways, the slide will take you there, just make sure the kid is alright, I’ll snag the other one.” Sam took off leaving the bridge and slide of ice behind as he extended on his pathway. The kid who was running was hopped the fence but the direction he was taking wasn’t making it a requirement to shoot over the stadium, which was fine with him. He didn’t want to attract more attention than he had to and having both him and Sebastian hop the back wall of the stands already drew some attention to them.
Racing off and leaving Sebastian to his miracle work Sam aimed his ice slide up around and then down turning his slide into a half circle. The bridge behind him quickly dissolved as he passed over it making sure no one was going to get crushed by falling chunks of ice.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 19, 2010 14:00:49 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian turned at the tug on his shirt collar and immediately ran after Sam once he caught on to the idea. They were going the opposite direction of the crowd now, but there were fewer people in their way going up. A chain link fence on the back of the bleachers penned them in, but Sam set the example by starting to climb.
Little known fact: unicorns are not especially well known for their ability to climb straight up. Sebastian gave it his best, but got a helping hand from Sam in the end. The ice manipulator toss-shoved him over the top of the fence and the unicorn man landed on a platform of ice (which, thankfully, Sam created before he tossed Sebastian). The healer barely had time to marvel at the strength of Sam's throwing arm before he was careening down the ice slide at breakneck speeds. Though, Sebastian hoped he wouldn't break his neck. It was relatively unpleasant to do that.
The slide deposited him on his rear right below the stands and he was up and running within moments. He didn't even stop to look where Sam was heading; he had a pretty good idea already. He dodged surprised and concerned looking football players, officials, and medical examiners to make his way to where the star quarterback was lying on his gurney.
Once they realized what his goal was, the crowd below the stands became fairly intent on stopping him.
“You can't come back here.”
“This isn't any of your business.”
“Tha's ow teammate, man! Show some r'spect!”
Sebastian elbowed and shoved, not giving up, “I'm a healer; I can help. You've got to let me get to him.” A little thing like him was not getting through a line of burly, muscular, young men unless they wanted him to get passed.
“Let me though!” Sebastian demanded again, louder this time. “He may be dying and you're all wasting his last few seconds.”
A couple of the guys nearest him shared a look, then stepped back to let him past. Another player shoved a teammate out of the way. Sebastian passed them quickly. The boy lay stretched out, pale and still, with a team of medics ineffectively poking at him. Two worried coaches stood next to him wringing their hands. One of the coaches glared at Sebastian as he drew near. His mustache and his eyebrows formed nearly identical Vs.
“Get out of here freak. He doesn't need your kind of help,” he growled.