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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Once they managed to put a decent distance between them and the tentacles, Gawain stood up in the saddle, looking around to make sense of the situation. Did these kids really come out to fight? They didn't seem all that organized. None of them were hurt so far, which was a good thing, with all the trees and sh** flying around. Gawain felt like he was in a third-rate monster movie. With the distinction that this one was frighteningly real. A school for superheroes? No kiddin'. He saw the colorful little ninja guy run and duck and pounce and climb, and it looked kinda amazing. He saw the cut too, and the fact that the would seemed to close up too f**ing fast. Just what was this thing made of?... Looked like wet clay. Wet. Clay. Little ninja did have a point. Random images from various mythology books read to shreds came rushing back to his mind. Rule number one of heroes-in-training: if ya can't cut it, can't wrestle it and can't crush it... burn the b*tch. Tapping Guingalet's neck, he sat back down in the saddle. "C'mon, boy, we need ta find a gas station. Stat." Turning the horse around, he nudged his sides with his heels, and just as they kicked into a gallop, he noticed the two girls appearing from among the trees. First, relief: Twyla is here. Then, panic: Twyla is here. Oh sh*t. "Twyla, get away from it!" he yelled as they zoomed past the girls, really hoping she would take his advice, because he was not good at riding a horse enough to look back. Actually, it took everything he had to stay in the saddle. So far, so good.
((ooc: Just a reminder, Calley’s in a black horse form for this thread. It’s fair game to hand-wave that someone told you the random horse at the Mansion was Calley, though, if anyone wants. If it’s funnier not to... go with that. ))
Caleb “Guingalet” Swartz was less impressed with the ninja-Koga. This might have been due to fact that someone had to steer this ride, and someone had to dodge the falling trees and/or slamming tentacles of imminent death. Riders: he didn’t see what the big deal was. So far, this one wasn’t exactly bringing anything to the—
>> "C'mon, boy, we need ta find a gas station. Stat."
...He turned his hooves towards the street, by way of repenting from those thoughts. All right. Apparently, the horse’s job was to not die. By the not-dying, the rider got time to think. Noted.
Images streaked past his vision, peripheral and otherwise, as he set course out of the park. Eagle wings; Rapunzel; anvils; roommates; band posters; crowbars; Katrina.
>> "Twyla, get away from it!"
A tossed head and a shrill whinny added to that. It wasn’t a call for Kat to run away. They’d defeated a vampire together: they could handle a little Cthulhu. She just had to keep it busy for him. Just for a little bit.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a clay beast taller than a tree.
Verdigris tugged her hair into a ponytail and swallowed in an attempt to coax saliva back into her parched mouth. She wasn't quite sure at what stage she realised just how dangerous this was. Surely not before she clambered out of bed in her tracksuit pants and followed her still dripping roommate out of the mansion. Surely not before she clambered into the taxi. Not even before she climbed out and scrounged in the pants for the coins she owed. No, it was not until she turned and saw and heard that she realised that bed was an infinatley better place to be. All the moisture had rushed from her mouth to the palms of her hands at this realisation and she wiped them against her legs nervously.
Apparently many of the elder mansion residents had left to a place far across the ocean, where Mutants were being forced into camps like so many German Jews. It made her shudder just to think of it, but there was nothing she could do, newfound resident of the Mansion. Besides, as selfish as it sounded, she was loathe to give up her new warm bed and interesting roommate for the snows of a foreign land. So while the adults were away the kids did play. Not so sweet or innocent as it would seem when their games created giant monsters. In the damp and dark and confusion she could not recognise many people, not that she would have recognised many in the daylight at the mansion, but she was trying. A flash of green skin however caught her eye and she instictively moved closer to her Elphiba-roomie. She paused to grab a handful of small pebbles from the ground and clutch them tightly in her left palm. She was quite fond of her marbles, and had no desire to lose them to a glob of semi-solid-sentient-goop.
It was just so big, so grey, so- tentacley- ugh. She stared at the horrid face and felt ripples of fear and repulsion manifest themselves in an involuntary shudder. She threw her mind back to a year seven art class, where the students were making vases for their parents. The only thing she really could remember was that the clay squished best when your hands were wet, and that if you threw it, it stuck to the ceiling. She seriously doubted anyone could heft the monster up and throw it to a ceiling. Besides, their clay in seventh grade had not been squirming so unnaturally in the region where a chin should have resided. Neither had their clay had wings. Or such a temper. Their clay, was just clay. This was not just clay. This was clay of death.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Two sweaty palms and, a clay beast taller than a tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, Three lobbed branches, Two sweaty palms, a clay beast taller than a tree.
Unlike his new best friend, as he would always be knowing him after that fine display of finnesse, C.J. found himself pinned under a branch. Luckily the branch was not attached to a tree. No the tree was flying at him. Logical conclusion? Brace for impact. He dug the front of his shield into the ground and propped the back with his axe, the only thing he could read in time. Huddled behind it he felt the tree hit and branches crack all over the place. How remarkably unsubtle of the giant clay beast. Cafas had about a second to think his thoughts before he was flying like the tree before him. Oh evil clay Cthulhu, how cruel you were to reject him so.
'Damn damn damn damn... F**K!'
Here came the follow through, another large tentacle from his now unprotected side. Left without the ability to fly C.J. swung, and swung hard with his axe, which he was maintaining a grip on only because he had melted his hand into the handle. He struck clay and sank right through it with the blade of his weapon. The handle, not so much. He was now attached to a rather large animated monster. How did he get himself into this sort of thing? Amidst his whingeing internally he was struck into the ground once more. He barely removed his hand in time for the angle of the axe not to break his arm. He felt he must have broken something from the impact, but was pleased to discover all his limbs functioning.
'Lucky break, this time, be more careful.'
He stood and instantly wished he had his weapon back, because he could see it. Somehow the beast had transported it to the end of its tentacle. This would not have been an issue if it weren't for the fact there was now a clay best swinging a shard object. Well damn. He drew his sword and cracked his neck. So it didn't take damage, perhaps what they needed was the proper application of heat. He could already see the ninja had placed some glowing thing inside it, mostly from the fact no-one else seemed agile enough to do so. Though his ability to dodge trees was somewhat lame as well.
'Action!'
The Australian hefted his blade in his right hand, pretended not to notice the dents in the shield on his left and focused. Heating metal took a fair whack of concentration. Once the steel had started to glow bright red he pushed both melting point, boiling point and the temperature higher. It was giving him a headache, which was a good indication he needed to stop. It had taken only a second to do, but it felt like an eternity. No, he charged. As it was his first large scale battle he felt it deserved a battle cry "DEATH TO CLAY BEASTS!" A little bit genocidal, but hey, it worked.
His charge was not as graceful as the ninja lizards. He stumbled under tentacles, tripped around debris and hurdled over obstacles, looking much like the depiction of soldiers charging into enemy fire. Cthulu was within striking range. He swung. He hit. An amazing thing happened, he didn't die, he kept his sword, and the wound remained on the monstrosity. Well, for slightly longer, until fresh clay from elsewhere was applied to the gap, but the theory was sound. "Attack it with heat! It dries it out!" Inspiring words yelled to invisible comrades as another strike was landed, then a third. A triangle of clay feel from the best, but was reabsorbed. Drat. So cutting bits from it wouldn't work.
'What do we do then?'
clay filled his vision, then grabbed his body, then threw him like a tree yet again. Ground swirled, sword escaped, shield straps broke and C.J. skidded a very long distance, ending up next to someone with a camera. "Why hello" he said as if nothing had happened.
Saph watched as the tree flew through the air right at them, and quickly noticed there would be no time for him to hobble away before it hit... No matter, he pivoted on his foot as fast as he could, facing the right side of his body toward the flying tree, and seeing as one of the kids, the one with the slight Aussie accent, braced with what appeared to be a shield and axe... interesting choice of equipment, but Saph wasn't the type to question the methods of others. He braced as well, closing his eyes tight as the tree slammed into the kid's barrier first, and then him. The pain of branches and pine needles running across the left side of his body was very apparent as his right hand reached out to receive the tree trunk, robbing it of all ifs forward force, and causing it to fall to the ground at his feet. The older mutant immediately felt the slight tingle at his finger tips from before turn into a great buzzing in his whole hand... It felt great in a way... it made the pain from a new, and rather deep scratch in his left shoulder almost unnoticeable, and lended him an nearly euphoric sensation... Almost as if the large dose of kinetic energy was its own kind of drug. His eyes snapped open as he spit out a pine needle that had somehow found its way into his mouth, and smiled widely.
The Asian kid was already atop the tree, and had charged off bravely toward the creature. Saphirus had to admit he'd been wowed by the intensity and fearlessness of some of these kids; he could see the first kid smoothly working his way toward the beast, avoiding its lumbering limbs like it was child's play, and moments later he heard the Aussie scream at the top of his lungs some sort of battle cry, and watched his less charismatic, but equally as effective charge, glowing sword in hand. They really were something else, these kids. Time to lend a helping hand, eh? The lizard boy had disappeared behind the monster, and the sword wielding battlecryer had just been flung off to the side by the beast, which didn't seem to appreciate the slow-healing wound he had left. The Aussie being out of the way, though, meant the area in front of Saph was clear, which was important, because he had a gift to return to sender. "Hope y'dont mind me givin this back!"
Saph reached his buzzing palm toward the fallen tree, judging the distance, and trajectory as quickly as he could, and then pressed onto the tree at just the right spot, sending all of the energy he had received ,and amplified, from the tree crashing into him right back into the tree. This gave the desired effect of sending the tree rocketing through the air right back at the monster. after leaving a few more good lacerations on the way out, It slammed into what Saph would call its face, and caused it to stumble a few steps before it shoved the trunk to the side, and made a loud roaring sound as its warped face slowly healed back into its original shape.
Saph hoped he had got the things attention with that blow... Maybe it would focus more on him while the others formulated a plan... He realized a second too late that maybe grabbing the full attention of a huge monster wasn't so great of an idea... He barely had time to dive out of the way before a huge tentacle slammed into the ground where he had once stood.
Juka had come to Central Park, anvils whirling around him in a sort of defensive dance, beause he had been curious. Plain and simple, curuiosity had once again attacked him. Its claws had torn open his fragile skin, its teeth had sucnk into his neck and its fists had hit him over the head repeatedly until he could do nothing but obey its beck and call. Yes, it had been curiosity that had driven him to follow the Mansion kids out of the Mansion and into Central Park. And, unfortunately for him, he was beginning to get the impression that he would have been far better off not listening to the seducing call of Lady Curiosity. Because there was a giant Cthulu right there in the middle of the park. And to think he could be back at the Mansion, safely nestled in his floating bubble, continueing to play with his anvils.
Unfortunately for Juka, even with curiosity satisfied, he had another and equally dangerous assailant and that assailant was responsibility. And responsibility threatened to hurt him in ways that even curiosity wasn't able to, in fact responsibility threatened to castrate him if he didn't abide by its wishes. And its wishes were, of course, that he must help the Mansion kids deal with Cthulu and in the process save all the unwitting humans that may be at risk. Damn responsibility anyway.
As a tree went flying in the direction of several of the combatants Juka had the fleeting thought that at least the monster hadn't noticed him yet. But then he found himself (damn curisity and damn responsibility and damn his own stupidity for listening to either of them) floating swiftly towards the hideas creature. Not only was he floating towards it, but he was reading one of his anvils for an attack of epic proportions. Or he hoped his attack would be epic anyway because if not he had a feeling things weren't going to go well for him. And that did not bode well for poor Juka.
Just as Juka was getting into range to attack the monster, a tree came flying at it, crashing into its face. It was probably the best opportunity he would get to attack and still have a chance of surviving, now while the creature was distracted. With only the merest thought, he floated his bubble behind the creature's head and, with all the force he could muster, sent an anvil crashing into its head, causing a sizable dent to form. Just as he was about to celebrate his grand victory, much to his horror, the dent began to reform into the perefect, unmarked, clay head that it had been only moments before. And, in his moment of horrified distraction, he failed mot float his bubble out of the range of the things tentacles and only barely managed to move an anvil to intercept one as it struck out at him. The tenticle struck the anvil and sent Juka, bubble and all, careening backwards, finally regaining control of himself just above a familiar face. "Oh, hello Cafas. I didn't expect to see you here."
Things moved quickly as more and more people continued to show. A man rode a horse as two women appeared, that was when things quickly turned from odd to bad. His attention turning from those who had gathered to Koga who seemed to be getting things set up for some epic battle. Eyeing his clothing for a moment Carrick couldn’t help but laugh slightly, he looked like some sort of stereotype ninja from something like Ninja Turtles. All Asians weren’t ninja’s but he couldn’t resist making a comment, as he opened his mouth he felt the sudden tackle of the blonde haired girl into his body.
Wind rushing out of him Carrick blinked as his tail instinctively wrapped around her leg and his wings extended outward and lifted over the pair of them. The idea was to roll but looking out through his wings he spotted a full-grown tree falling from the sky towards them. ”Ompphhfff!” Carrick gasped out as closed his eyes tightly and wrapped both arms the girl hoping that the embrace was enough to prevent himself from dying.
He felt himself bounce once on the ground before the sound of crackling branches was heard. Wondering if Angels could die Carrick opened his eyes and loosened the grip around his personal savior, wondering if all American girls were put on the planet to save him? Carrick blinked once as she questioned his well being. His gaze meeting hers and he nodded his hands that were wrapped around her seconds ago found the ground and pushed himself upright while the other reached the back of his head. ”…Yeah? You?” a grin reaching his face as he laughed slightly, ”Found me a new guardian angel!”
His eyes darted away from hers as he looked at the small bus shelter they were in and his heart started to race. Looking to the tree branches surrounding the exits Carrick felt his chest get heavy as it was becoming more and more difficult to breath, why did it have to be an enclosed space? Feeling the panic attack reach his face Carrick’s tail tightened around the girl’s leg in hopes that she could once again save him.
Eyes darting from side to side he felt enclosed and trapped his wings weren’t reacting like they normally did out of fear her knew that even if they would open they wouldn’t open far seeing as his wingspan was longer than the bus shelter.
Then as if a god sends the tree moved its self in the direction it came the sound of crackling branches sounded jogging his attention to the exits from the bus shelters. His body no longer shaking and his chest no longer as heavy Carrick breathed in a steady flow of fresh air before he removed his tail from the girl’s leg, ”Sorry…” he said slightly embarrassed by his fear of closed spaces.
Reaching down to his neck and grabbing the goggles he used for flight during the rain Carrick removed them and handed them to the girl hoping she would take them as he stood up, ”Thanks for saving me” he said in a serious tone as he walked out from under the bus shelter his wings fully extending and raising up as he unbuttoned his shirt around the base of his wings. The shirt came off and the pants and shoes soon followed with a hat as he tossed them under the covering of the bus shelter. Standing in his boxers and socks Carrick lowered to the ground his neck craning forward, his tail flapping around violently behind him.
Pain covered every pore in his body as a loud screech echoed from his throat. Wings extending and growing for the shift Carrick felt his body ripple and bubble as the hands that were in the dead grass dug into the ground as a pair of talons formed with the hairy arms of his shifted self. After a few more seconds the pain subsided and his body felt light and powerful, he was so much faster in this formed and loved it. Eyes turning to the girl under the shelter Carrick let out a small squawk before looking to the beast that was no longer to far off, lowering his frame Carrick let out another call before extending his wings fully again.
Things were proceeding quickly, tentacles swinging, trees flying, kiddos fighting. She noticed quite a few people already in the process of trying to take the beast down- and they seemed to be somewhat effective at it too...
Of course, the monster seemed to be much more effective at surviving- so their efforts seemed to make little to no difference. This notion forced the rock that had formed in her stomach to double its weight... maybe she shouldn't have come?
Then again, how was she supposed to have known that what she would ultimately be led to was a gigantic clay octopus thing? Swallowing her fear, she scooted out from behind the tree a bit, in time to notice a familiar face not to far off from herself. Saphirus it seemed had joined the battle as well- this made her feel a little less fearful... while at the same time it made her highly worried. Now there was someone she knew that could possibly get brutalized by the creature- As if on cue, she watched as Saph hefted a thrown tree right back at the beast, gaining quite a few nice red lines on his person in return.
She ducked back behind the tree as a tentacle came crashing down on her... somewhat friend, squeezing her eyes shut tight as fear overwhelmed her. She had experienced nothing in her life that would have prepared her for this, so of course she huddled out of sight behind the relative safety of her tree while her mind whirled with what on earth she could possibly do to help.
Sure, she had a First aid kit with her, but what good did that do in the midst of a battle?... and what if someone got an arm torn off!? how was she supposed to patch that sort of injury up?? Andrea, with the help of adrenalin coursing through her veins, cracked an eye open and peeked up at the beast. It was made of a substance akin to clay, which- if she was correct- meant her powers were completely useless against it. Of course, there was always the possibility that if she touched it, maybe some part of it was living... but aside from dancing around its ankles and causing damage that would most likely feel like a pinprick to the beast- she was a useless bystander.
Glancing around her, she eyeballed all of the people who were actually trying to fight the monster. Shame and guilt engulfed her. Maybe if she had been blessed with the ability to light things on fire... or if she could control water. She could simply wash away such a problem...
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 4, 2009 20:15:48 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Elphiba-roomie ducked and huddled behind a tree, a boy with wings appeared, disappeared, Verdigris stood with her eyes and mouth wide as a horse charged past and the rider hollered something at two girls, one with extremely long hair. Were horses even allowed in New York? Where would you keep one? She swatted away the irrelevant thoughts as the assaults on the beast continued. A boy scrambled up onto the beast and packed something glowing into it. The boy with purple hair hacked at the beast with a glowing sword and screamed something, she only caught a few words.
~"Attack … heat…dries… out!"
She stared at the beast and recalled another moment from seventh grade art. Removing a vase from the kiln, one of her classmates dropped their creation and the class stared in dismay at the shattered pieces on the floor. The boy cried. Heat made clay hard instead of squishy, and when it was hard it could be smashed. She turned and fled the scene. This was no act of cowardess, this was a tactical manoeuvre.
She swung the back pack from her back as she ran and hunted through the assorted junk and ‘found’ items until finally, right at the bottom she found what she was looking for. A glove. This was no ordinary glove though. This was a fire-retardant glove. She had discovered it dropped near the burnt-out remains of a house gone up in flames. The partner was never found, but she had shoved it in her bag and kept it, just in case.
Panting she halted at the coal brazier she knew was sitting by a park bench. Living on the street so long gave a pretty good idea of where to find warmth on a chilly winters night and the other homeless who had made this brazier were always pleasant to her, allowing her to warm her fingers in the warmth radiating from the small box of metal.
It seemed they had fled when the giant lump of clay started throwing trees nearby, but the brazier still glowed merrily. Shoving her hand into the glove she grabbed the handle and began sprinting back to the source of confusion. She shuddered as a shriek like a wounded eagle pierced the air but continued to run. Finally she swung around a bush and was confronted once again with the giant clay monster. She placed the brazier on the ground gently and fumbled in her bag’s side pocket for the knife she knew was there.
Slash, rip, tug. A hole in the palm of the glove was swiftly made and the cavity inside filled with her left hand. The glove was many sizes too big for her, but she had no desire to burn her hand irreparably. Being able to shoot anything did not give her the ability to be able to hold anything. With a gulp of terror she shoved her gloved hand into the flames and grabbed at the coals in the bottom. Opening the portal faster than the glowing wood had time to touch her flesh she fired, her right palm open at the giant beast. The coals hit their target, at that size how could they not, and exploded in little puffs of sparks, like a cigarette butt thrown out the window of a moving car. Pathetic really, but every little bit helps. She wondered if they set the trees on fire in an attempt to dry out the monster if they would get in trouble. Probably, but far worse than trouble was the possibility that one of the children could get hurt.
She dashed up beside a bus shelter and placed the brazier down again. The wire was digging into her palm, but didn’t seem too hot. Thankfully. Grabbing another handful of fire she shot wildly at the tentacles and limbs that flailed within her range. Of course it was Christmas eve, there was no chance a beast that needed to stay moist would be created in the middle of a hot summer day. No, with this rotten luck it would probably start to rain, and make the beast even more slippery and impossible to kill with fire. She shoved the brazier roughly under the overhanging roof of the bus shelter, just in case.
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 4, 2009 20:41:57 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -6
Calley
A horse ran by with—was that her Mirror on its back? She kept her squee on the inside, but got a close-up for future framing: hot cakes, he was cute when he was terrified. With any luck, a whole nation of girls would soon be getting the urge to ruffle that hair.
>> "Why hello."
“Hello, Sir,” Maxine replied, with a grin down at her feet. She offered the man a hand up; it was hard to get both him and the epic battle in the screen, otherwise. Once he was standing, she made sure to position herself so he was in one tiny corner of the screen, and Cthulhu v. the raging rug-rats filled the rest.
“Maxine Ralls. Wolf News. Could you tell me your name, age, and mutation?” Considering he’d just attacked Cthulhu with a glowing sword—after attacking it with a battle ax—after bracing ax and shield against the ground—she was working under the ‘not human’ hypothesis.
In the larger frame, a man punched a tree. A tree. You better believe that tree moved.
“Is this monster the work of mutants?”
Full-body man-sheath bubble boy was back in her life, with anvils. Anvils from the sky. Screw the kid in front of her: Maxine zoomed in on Juka as he sent an anvil crashing down on Cthulhu’s head.
And then the griffin screamed, and the green girl looked so heart wrenchingly, helplessly lost. A true human interest moment, in the midst of the mutant royale.
Maxine kept her gleeful jig on the inside: celebrations, champagne, and backslaps from the other interns later. Right now: she kept her little camera steady. As far as she could tell, no one else was filming. Not from this great an angle, anyway. Ladies and gentleman: the morning newscast was all hers.
Cafas heard the question and sighed. Joy, another person seeking to spread anti mutant messages, how utterly unpredictable. And after that sentence his sarcasm stock would need refilling. C.J. appreciated the help up, did not appreciate the attention, appreciated the rudeness even less and plain hated the camera. He placed his palm over the lens and looked the woman straight in the face. "What we know is that a pair of mutant children who need training with their powers had a bit of an accident and we are cleaning it up. No more questions, no more filming." He stared her down. If she didn't accept his terms there wasn't much he could do, but hopefully she would take what she was given.
'You never know with some people.'
C.J. turned to view the action some more. Some moron girl was hiding in a very plastic looking bus shelter shooting what appeared to be ineffectual balls of fire at the monster, which didn't seem greatly bothered. He felt a drip. He hoped it was his imagination. That happened some times, he felt drops of water where none were. He assumed everyone got that. It wasn't part of his mutation after all. Other than silly coals girl and a large birdy Griffin thing not much was happening, just more of the same attacking with no change of winning. What they really needed was a very large kiln, but that wasn't about to happen.
'Whatever shall we do. None of us can produce enough heat to dry it completely, it seems to be starting to rain, because snow would be too convinient... hang on a second.'
Loathe as he was to do it with one final glare and a nod to Juka who he had previously ignored Cafas ran back toward the fray. His sword was stuck, still glowing in a tree, he grabbed and tugged it on his way past. His shield was apparently absent. His axe still flailing among the clay. He had to yell, loud. "REGROUP IN THE TREE LINE FURTHEST FROM IT!" They needed a plan, and he had a couple of unformulated ideas. A method tended to help. But Cafas was an on the fly kinda guy.
'We need someone to take control here. I hate to draw too much attention to myself, but no one else is taking the initiative.
So much was going on, there were so many places in which her attention could be drawn. Many people she had never met, with abilities she could never have even dreamed up. She stared slack jawed at what appeared to be a Griffin for a while, before small glowing rocks that were being hurled at the monster caught her attention and held it. She studied the effect the attack had on it, before following where the coals had come from to find a sigh that surprised her.
Verdigris!
The sigh of her friend was enough to spur a momentary act of courage- even if that act was to run as fast as her little legs would take her over to where the dark haired girl was. Of course, with tentacles and trees and only god knew what else flying about in every direction, she had quite a battlefield to cross. her legs pumped under her fluidly, and she thanked the lucky stars that she wasn't exactly the only odd sight around- One green girl in a mass of glowing, floating, super-strength laden, mutant children wasn't exactly a rare sight here...
Thus, when the monster caught sight of her frantic attempt to dart across the distance between her and Verdigris, it swiftly sent a tentacle flying her way- she was able to dodge clumsily out of the way. Sure, a little dirt and grass in her face wasn't welcome... but it sure did beat being crushed by the clay appendage that had dented the earth only a few feet behind her. Andrea spit out a small clump of grass and wiped at her face quickly, the monsters attention was elsewhere when she stood and made sure her glasses were strapped on tightly- having resorted to using one of those awful latex bands in order to keep them safely on her cranium.
"Hey, Verdigris!" She waved frantically before skidding to a halt- into the side of the shelter. With a wheezing gasp, more from the fright of the short adventure rather than the run, she snaked her hands around the side of the shelter and popped her head into sight. "You can't possibly imagine how happy I am to see you here!...well, I wish it wasn't quite so impossibly dangerous, but you know what I mean!" Maybe if she was lucky, she would catch her breath before she hyperventilated and passed out on the spot...
She opened her mouth to say more, perhaps to chat about what exactly they should do in such a situation, or maybe offer to help y carrying hot coals over and depositing them upon the beasts feet,-which would be a funny sight if it started to dance like people do when they happen upon hot coals- When a shout from somewhere behind her drew her attention and snapped her mouth shut. She listened, eyeballing the general direction it came from, before turning her attention back to her roomie.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 5, 2009 23:10:16 GMT -6
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Answering her question with a question, way to be decisive. For a moment Twyla stood with her hands on her hips and her teeth worrying her lip thinking through their next move. Maybe this was something that should have been discussed on the bus ride over? The girl looked back up just in time to see something moving towards her...and quickly. Her initial urge was to run like the scared deer that she was but then it was confirmed that the monster was occupied somewhere else. Brown eyes squinted in the direction of the Moving Object and rather quickly a horse and rider came into focus–a rider who obviously had never ridden a horse before. This Twyla deduced by the position of the rider on the horse's back–her local 4H leader would be appalled at the form. It was funny the things you noticed in a high-stress situation and images of her sisters riding her grandparent’s horses at Fair filled her mind. Twyla herself had never wanted to show horses and instead preferred to bake pies for the food contests. The sound of clattering hooves brought her back into focus.
Wait...was that Gawain?
The rider decidedly looked like Gawain, it even sounded like Gawain when it shouted to her: ‘Twyla, get away from it!’
“Where are you going!?” She called frantically behind her at the retreating form of horse and boy, doubting that she would be heard but hoping all the same that her words would carry themselves the increasing distance to his ears. For some reason the whole thing seemed scarier if Gawain was running away from it.
A big, scary monster Twyla could definitely not handle...What was the point of her being there again? She wasn’t much help...what could she do besides hide herself and some random jujitsu moves that she still had not mastered no matter how many times she practiced them. Camouflage wasn’t an active power so no damage done there and she was pretty sure that randomly hitting clay wouldn't do much. In this situation she was basically useless. Obviously she wasn’t cut out for this like some of the other kids obviously were–she wasn't made from the right stuff. Despair and self pity enveloped the girl in cool waves of hopelessness. Suddenly, she sank to the ground. Through her blonde and pink bangs she could see all of the kids in the park that were trying and mostly failing to stop the clay beast.
Pitiful creatures swarmed beneath it, defiling the ground with their very existence. Futilely they attempted to mount an assault on the supreme unholy Old One, but even a thousand slashes and cuts such as they dealt would do nothing to stop the carnage that would occur this evening. There was blood to be had, and Cthulhu reveled at the thought of drinking their pitiful mortal souls and gorging himself on their battered corpses afterwards.
Despite the great beast's floccinaucinihilipilification, the minuscule animals continued their useless attempts to injure its clay flesh with negligible projectiles. A twig was thrown at its face, and something tried to throw a handful of iron pebbles at its back. These barely even registered as a slight tickle to the monster's senses.
A gaping maw ripped itself open, and a gigantic cavity appeared on Cthulhu's nightmarish face. Air rushed into its newly furrowed lungs, then was released again in a mightily resounding roar. Clay slicked tentacles vibrated from the power of its bellow, and moist clay droplets sprayed those pitiful creatures unfortunate enough to be standing in front of him. This was not a cry of pain or frustration; this was not an outraged howl; this, poor miserable mortals, was laughter.
They had not appreciated the quick twiggy death he had offered them? Perhaps something a little slower, then. With a ground shaking smack, the Horror of Horrors smashed his hands into the wet ground. Then, he reached. Twenty yards away, mud and muck stirred and fresh slimy brown appendages twisted and thrashed upwards into existence. Reaching again, Cthulhu's tentacles sought to ensnare the legs of any who dared approach their demise rather than scamper off with all due terror.
A little blond girl had no time to be surprised at the derobing and griffinification of the young mansion student in front of her. No matter how disturbing his transformation had been, it was not as terrifying as what awaited them if they didn't get off the ground now. Unholy tentacle death was imminent.
“Eeee!” She shrieked and clambered onto his furry feathered back. “Go, go, go! Please, go!”
Tumultuous night, unholy night Ninjas and knights join in the fight Round yon park, rages bat-tle Prepare to be slaughtered like cat-tle Sleep forever more Sleep forever more
Tumultuous night, unholy night Young mutants quake at the sight Horrors stream from hell below Clay tentacles deal death blows Beware the groping appendage Beware the groping appendage
Tumultuous night, unholy night Shall any survive this tentacle-y plight? Unholy appendages writhe on its face Demonic wings stretch up into space Cthulhu reigns on Earth Cthulhu reigns on Earth
A boy on a horse rode by and told Twyla to get away. Without knowing why, Henrietta felt very awkward. She didn't know this boy and it was obvious that he cared for her new friend very much. Henrietta looked at the boy and then at the horse. For some reason, the four-legged creature reminded her of someone...but who? While trying to figure this out, more chaos broke out and more trees fell. Looking around at all of the fellow mansion residents, she was in awe of all the unique powers. So many different kinds... She saw fast mutants, flying mutants, strong mutants, mutants that resembled animals. And that was only a few she noticed right off the bat.
Henrietta's hair was now whipping around in every which way and moved as is it were alive. In a way, it was alive as long as she was. The long, brown hair was under her control, as far as she knew. Even knowing that, Rapunzel could not think of a thing to do with hair that would be useful to such a situation. Sighing, she watched the horror continue to unfold. Glancing down, she saw Twyla sitting on the ground as if defeated. A tree started to fall by where the two girls stood. Without having to think, Henri grabbed Twyla's arm and pulled them out of the huge tree's way.
She fell to the ground, still holding onto her friend's arm. Gasping, Henrietta scrambled to her feet and pulled Twyla up a little. "We need to take cover..."