The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
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Flirting?! Gawain's mind barely registered what the man said. Flirting?... Maaan if he thought throwing himself under two falling girls and getting a full set of bruised an broken ribs in the process was flirting, he had a lot to learn. Probably not from Gawain, though. Probably not now.
>>“You aren’t though. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to stand under the arms of clay monsters?”
Okay, so did anybody else have a problem with his epic deeds today? Chtulhu, maybe? Why not? Gawain grinned a very shaky grin. "Told ya, Bubblegum..." he coughed "I'll show up when ya least expect me."
Looking around, he was just in time to see their grown-up companion flung into a tree by a tentacle. Motivation.
"Yeah I can walk let's go."
Struggling to his feet he put one arm around Twyla and grabbed Rapunzel by the hand, pulling them both towards the trees - and away from the monster - as fast as he could. Which was not all that fast, given their condition. But since Chtulhu seemed to be occupied at the moment, they reached the tree line without any problem. So far, so good. When they were well out of reach, but still close enough to see what was going on, Gawain leaned against a tree and sunk down onto the ground. Running was not the best idea when you had problems in the breathing department.
"F***." he summarized his opinion on the current situation. The X-kids were loosing the fight.
"We'll need... more fire than that." he observed, panting "And here I was... thinking that would be enough." shaking his head, he looked up at the girls. "You two. Get out of here. And. I. Mean. It."
One giant clay Cthulhu + two flying bus halves + three shopping carts full of gasoline = gigantic explosion of epic proportions so fiery and fierce that it inspires poets and writers to laud its concussive force, extol its brilliant colors, exalt its heat, glorify its destructive properties, and proclaim to the world that here, in Central Park on a rainy Christmas Eve, there was an explosion! Granted, it is a bit difficult to scribble either poetry or prose dedicated to such a spectacle when one deeply is concerned with running for dear life. The explosion's feelings are not hurt by the lack of words dedicated to the burning destruction it caused. It understands and hugs everyone with flames of fiery forgiveness.
The flame tendrils hugged even the towering Cthulhu who paused as if surprised for a moment, but then kept up his attacks despite the fire's embrace. His clay tentacles reached under and around and through the quickly dissipating flames to wrap around his victims where they would writhe and attempt escapes. As the remains of the fire smoldered in the lower layers of the trees where the leaves were still dry, Cthulhu stomped and roared, reached and grasped.
Have you ever tried to light mud on fire in a rain storm? It is a largely futile effort. The gasoline that had splashed all over him burned, but down below the clay did not burn. It did start to dry out a little bit, forming a flaky outer shell over the body of the clay beast, but the heat was no where near intense enough to fully dry clay that was several feet thick. While it didn't hinder him much, it was an annoyance to the Old One. These little mortals were not dying as quickly as he expected they would, and he grew tired of their puny efforts to stop him. This distraction had gone on long enough, it was about time the insects died. He pulled a smallish one off his back and threw it as far as he could. Hopefully he'd land on sharp pointy things. Cthulhu smiled at the thought (not that anyone could see it under the writhing tentacles).
The other thing that was annoying was the water falling from the sky. On his home world, he had control over such trifles as the weather. Here, for some reason, he had lost his connection to the elements and could not command the drizzle as he wished. The moisture was great for his complexion, but not so wonderful for his overall consistency. Those that continued to annoy him by climbing up his back might notice that the moist clay was getting much more slimy. Those that attempted to wriggle out of his grasp might find that his grip was slippery. And when sword blades came a-chopping, the tentacles were much softer than they should have been and much easier to cut.
A fly buzzed around his head, carrying a very small insect with yellow hair. Absent mindedly, the claythulhu beast swatted at them. His tentacle hit the girl across the legs which sent the pair swinging wildly though the sky, but also damaged his clay form as the pair flew off with a part of a tentacle still sticking to them. The thinner tendrils just couldn't hold together in this rain.
It was time to change strategies.
The great clay beast cupped his hands together, forming a ball of moist clay. This ball he threw at the flying anvil wielder. Another ball formed just as quickly in his hands which he launched at the girl waving the flaming branches. Target number three staggered around checking to make sure they were still alive: the two girls that had managed to escape his slippery clay grasp. The clay balls kept coming, and with each ball formed, Cthulhu grew imperceptibly smaller.
The clay missles unfurled in the air just before reaching their targets to reveal that they were miniature versions of Cthulhu himself, if lanky eight foot tall tentacle monsters can be called miniature. These clay beasts were not concerned with their own personal well being. They were not concerned with hitting their opponents with their slippery tentacles or dodging to avoid opponents hits. Their only goal was to latch onto the face of their prey and hold on until they suffocated, and this end they pursued with the single mindedness of a single worker in a colony of insects. They were fearless and relentless.
Sing, choirs of mortals Sing in desperation Sing, all ye citizens of lowly Earth Gore to Cthulhu Gore most repulsive Oh come let us abhor him Oh come let us abhor him Oh come let us abhor him Cthulhu fhtagn
Katrina was floating through a grey world, half in and half out of consciousness. She could feel the wind and the rain, but she didn't know she was falling until a pair of claws reached out from the sky to grab onto her. The sharp pain in her upper arm sent colorful sparks of angry red and purple through her vision, infusing it with color once again and bringing her sharply back into her senses again. She was still falling.
Still falling. She barely had time to think it or to start panicking before the claws again grasped her upper arms and jerked her upwards again. Her breath caught in her throat as her body pulled down in the opposite direction her shoulders were now traveling. They swung through the air, buffeted by the rush of hot air and pressure from the explosion. They were knocked askew by a flailing tentacle that smacked her hard across the legs and tried to curl around the limbs to trap them in place.
The rain had made the tentacle slimy and soft, it didn't hold up to the pressure of the griffin pulling them away and it broke off, still wrapped around her leg. That didn't stop it from wriggling and writhing around her foot. Katrina shrieked and tried to kick it free, but it stuck there. The kicking jarred her shoulders and caused the griffin's talons to sink in deeper to her upper arms, but he still didn't let go. Katina gasped again in pain. Kicking = bad idea. The strain on her arms was incredibly painful and the position she hung in was making it very difficult to breath.
They had to get out of the air.
Someone waved orange lights at them. She could see them through the haze of the rain easier than she could pick out any of the other details. That's where they seemed to be heading. Thank goodness. She could have cried from relief, if she wasn't already crying from pain and sheer terror.
They were almost there! Then they rolled in the air. Katrina was facing the sky with a feathery bed beneath her. A second later she felt the impact of them hitting the ground. What little breath she had left was knocked out of her lungs, and her landing had been much softer than the griffin boys would have been. The sky kept moving as they slid across the ground and finally skidded to a halt at the base of a tree.
Katrina coughed and pointed, trying to get her breath back. The tree, was it supposed to be on fire?
(Attn skimmers: Mini claythulhus are trying to suffocate you. Also, the trees are on fire from the explosion.)
Juka needed fire as it seemed to be the only thing that had thus far hurt the horrific beast. Unfortunately he had no way to get said fire and was in the midst of contemplating how to solve this dillemma when the man he had hit with the anvils returned to him, though in a none to graceful fashion if Juka was to be any judge of such things. No, instead of an acrobatic perfect 10, he landed in a heap below Juka's feet. If only there was something he could do for the man, but the only thing he could think of was to hit him with his anvils again but he wasn't sure if that would even help matters.
As Juka was trying to deciede what he should be doing he heard the command from Alchemist that he should take a break and rest for a while, but how could he possibly consider resting when the monster was still out there trying to kill everyon in sight? Besides, he was, perhaps, the only one fighting that didn't need to take a rest. The brief moment ha had maintained his flaming torches had taken something out of him, but his bubble wouldn't let him become tired so long as he didn't utilize his newly manifested powers. No, whatever he decided was his next move, it most certainly would not be to sit and rest while others risked their lives to save his. He was through being the victim and for once was going to be the hero. Even if his various bruises and other injuries protested such treatment.
At that moment Juka spoted the ninja boy that had saved him earlier from his own insanity and the possibility of him seriously injuring if not killing an ally. He couldn't let Cthulu kill the boy, not after what he had done for him. Without a second thought, Juka zoomed his bubble between the ninja and the monster itself, hoping to distract the creature from doing further damage to the ninja. Anvils continued to whirl around himself and he hoped desperately that he hadn't come too late to help the kid. "Hey, why don't you pick on something your own size," he yelled at the beast and, acompanying the yell, colliding all four anvils into the nearest tentacle. The force of the blows compacted the clay and, with the fourth and final blow, severed the tentacle itself. He spared only a moment to glance at it as it lay writhing on the ground below him. Belatedly he realized that that probably wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done.
As if confirming his fear that Juka had just made a horrible mistake, he spotted a great ball of clay being flung directly at him and had just enough time to mentally berate himself for his massive lack of thought, before making the desperate attempt to dodge the missile. He banked left while simultaneously moving all 4 of his anvils right, directly in front of the path of the flying clay ball. The ball collided with one of the anvils and he didn't even hav sufficient time to think about how he may have just saved his life before the ball mutated from a ball to a mini-Cthulu.
Crap. That was the only word that came to Juka's mind at the insideous transformation. Wasn't a single giant Cthulu enough for any single person? But no. And now the mini-Cthulu was launching itself off of the still moving anvil towards Juka's bubble. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. The mini monster's aim was true and it landed on top of Juka's face, completely obstructing his vision. Tentacles constricted and the bubble collapsed around his face, the monster completely obstructing his vision. If not for his bubble and the fact that it continually refreshed his air supply, its plan to suffocte him likely would have worked. Fortunately for Juka, his bubble allowed him to continue breathing. Unfortunately for Juka, he couldn't see and therefore couldn't navigate and sooner or later the creature would realize that his plan to suffocate him wasn't working and, while his bubble could allow him to breathe, it provided a very innefective shield against any other form of attack. Juka spun in the sky, trying desperately to unlodge the little beast. Little, of course, being a subjective term.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 23, 2009 16:42:37 GMT -6
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Gawain replied to her question in the affirmative and proved it by grabbing Twyla and pulling Henrietta towards the tree line. Henrietta had gotten herself up, although it had looked hard for her, at least that’s what Twyla saw from the corner of her eye. Once they were inside the trees the boy slid down the trunk of one of them and uttered a curse word that Twyla almost said ‘amen’ to but she decided against it. Brown eyes gazed across the park of chaos. The monster was on fire but it looked like the gasoline was burning, and not the actual monster. Maybe it would be enough?
Or maybe not.
Gawain certainly didn’t think so and the more Twyla watched the more she agreed. It wasn’t drying out the monster fast enough what with the rain and the clay-ness of the Cthulhu. From what Twyla could see the Cthulhu didn't hesitate in it’s attack regardless of whether or not the flames were actually doing any damage. She turned back to the boy on the ground when he addressed Henrietta and herself. The tone and the look on his face were both serious and for a moment Twyla almost followed Gawain’s instructions and headed for an exit. She was scared and hurting and cold and part of her really liked the idea of hightailing it and running. This part was overshadowed by a quieter but stronger part of her mind. This stronger part didn’t like the idea of running away, it also especially didn’t like the idea of leaving someone just to get to safety. Leaving Gawain behind was decidedly not an option, and she would tell him as much.
Twyla’s eyes were honest and more than a little hard when she looked down at the wounded boy. “I’m not leaving unless you’re coming with--” There was a crashing noise in the trees behind her and she stopped mid-sentence to turn and face Cthulhu...well, it was sorta Cthulhu.
Now normally Twyla Ashby was comfortable with her height–5'6 was average, normal, and usually not a problem. Well, it would probably have been a problem if she ever wanted to date a basketball player but since she preferred football as a sport anyway it wasn’t really an issue. 5'6 is a bit of an issue though when the creature standing in front of you happens to be oh, 8 feet tall, give or take half a foot. Fear gripped the girl for what seemed like the millionth time that day and she backed up a step closer to where Gawain was sitting and Henrietta was standing.
Her terror was about to make her change her original response to running away and then the thing charged at her, tentacles waving. In the split second before slimy clay was all over her face Twyla had the ridiculous thought: ‘Fun sized’ is a lie. There is nothing fun about being short...maybe that's why it's attacking me, it's an angry short thingy.
Henrietta felt a bit confused when the boy grabbed her hand and lead the two girls farther away. She became concerned when he collapsed against the tree. There were so many noises and she wasn't sure what she should be trying to do. The boy had told them to run. Part of the brunette liked the idea, but then she felt guilt. I can't just leave all these people. That's not fair to them. Twyla began to tell him that he was coming with if they did in fact leave, but it was a bit interrupted.
A crashing noise reached her ears. Afraid to turn and see what had made it, she swallowed hard. No matter how scared, she would have to see eventually. Slowly she turned to look at the creature. It was a "minature" version of the evil clay beast. What kind of word is miniature? Even if it's a miniature of something huge, it'll most likely be something still decently huge!
It came toward the small group, 'arms' waving. It would most likely hit Twyla first. Bile rose into her throat. "Twyla! You have to move!" Henrietta knew it wasn't that simple, but she wished it would be. Before the oppurtunity to move arose, the creature was smushed onto the blonde's face. Oh no! This isn't how this is going down! Something inside Rapunzel snapped and had decided to suck it up.
She looked down at the ground until she found what she was looking for. A rock. Picking up the little stone, she walked a little closer to the creature and threw the rock at it. Trying to scare it off, and partly out of anger and frusteration, Henri began to scream and yell at the huge thing. Intelligable words didn't come out, but a few things that sounded like swear words did. That was a rare thing for the girl, profanity. She was raised not to use it.
The rock and screaming hadn't done much except make her feel a little better, but she was not going to give up now. No way. Getting close to the clay, her hair began to flail wildly. It was cutting at the mini-large thing. It seemed to be working to an extent, so the 16-year-old continued to use her hair as a weapon. Kind of like a knife. She also dug her hands into the clay and tried to dismantle it, but her arm got stuck. Instead of panicking, Henri continued to hack away.
Of course she was arguing. Duh. Gawain frowned and prepared to explain (in as few words as possible) that he was not planning on staying behind because he was giving up; quite the contrary actually. "Twyla, listen..." CRASH "...watch out!"
Too late. Too friggin' late. Chtulhu was already there, and she was too close, and how did the beast get this small anyway?... Think about that later.
The pain in the ribs was forgotten as Gawain leap up at the same time as Rapunzel attacked the monster, and now he was really f*** pissed. "Oh no ya don't." Rapunzel did good; hair seemed to cut the wet clay, like wire does when someone makes pottery, cool. Gawain also noticed touching the thing as Henri did was not a good idea. She seemed to keep fighting though. At least she had something to fight with. Grabbing Twyla around her waist, Gawain pulled her away from the beast. It was not easy, he had to keep avoiding tentacles and making sure he didn't get stuck, and his sides - and everything else in his body - hurt like hell. Adrenaline is an amazing thing. "Let her go, f---"
Flaming debris shot around them as Carrick did his best to keep the girl in his tight grip however it seemed she had come to and didn’t like the situation she was in for she started to kick, which only made the flight that much more difficult. Did she have a death wish or was she trying to warn him about the fiery clay being flung everywhere from the explosion. A loud screech escaped Carrick’s mouth as one of his wings got pelted with a small chunk that bounced back once it hit his wing. Lucky for him it was raining and they were moving fast enough to prevent his feathers from catching fire otherwise this could have turned out to be a terrible Christmas.
The ground which was approaching quickly made things even more difficult, he can’t land like this less he would hurt the girl and the way they were coming in he would most likely have land on her unless… thinking quickly Carrick turned upside down as he landed on the wet ground which made the skidding far less painful than it could have been. Releasing a gust of wind from his lungs Carrick started to breath slowly as the girl pointed at the tree they had landed next to. Feeling the sudden need to curse coming to America, Carrick let out a string of chirps that could have been interpreted as curses to the giant mud monster wrecking havoc the day before Christmas… and his birthday.
Odd how thoughts like a birthday or a holiday crept into ones mind in a situation such as this, his bird like features frowned at the tree as tried to roll over. A loud creak could be heard from the tree as it screamed out in pain due to its limbs catching fire. Another moan sounded as the base of the tree weakened due to the explosion started to sway.
Birdlike eyebrows lifted as he rolled on top of the girl who he had saved, (twice now) and then quickly rolled off of her and onto his four limbs. Letting out another string of bird calls in a hectic panic Carrick was urging the girl to move before another tree would try to claim there life.
(Attention Skimmers: Burning Tree threatening to land on Kat and Carrick (in Gryphon form))
Posted by Saphirus on Dec 24, 2009 13:33:04 GMT -6
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Saphirus grinned to Cafas as he took his blade back, and mentioned making one for him. "You give the greatest gifts..." He said as a bit of blood trailed down his face, a product of one of the last branches he hit slicing his forehead on the left side just below his hair line. He leaned against the tree for as long as he could stay in one place. His whole arm tingled with energy, but he knew the rest of his body was in such bad condition that the second he moved from where he was, every single scratch and pain would reveal itself to him in a very painful way.
He felt the energy in his arm nagging at him.... He couldn't stay still forever... It had to go somewhere; force always seemed to have this urge to get spent... it hated standing still, and if Saph stood still for too long, he was sure it would spend itself by wrecking his body... He took one last deep breath as Cafas walked off, and leaned forward just in time to hear one crash, another crash, and then see a huge ball of mud flying at himself. He pressed a bit of energy into the ground, and dove to the left, hearing the clay ball smash into the tree behind him. He didn't even look back to see the 8 foot cthuhlu clone form, ignoring it as he stumbled forward, and caught sight of Juka... he made sense of what was going on rather quickly... The big monster was tossing about mini-me's! judging from how it was trying to cling to juka's face, it obviously wanted to deprive him of air..
Saph's eyes widened as he realized he wasn't safe. He spun to the sound of sloshy clay foot steps behind him, and launched his hand into the chest of the clone that had been sent his way, letting it dig in as much as it would before he released half of the force he had gathered into it. It was a close call; the Cthuhlu had been just about to wrap its body around his arm and cover his mouth when he sent it splattering in every which direction...
Mud went everywhere, and a pair of Thuhlu legs stumbled, and fell down in front of him before he stomped them into the ground in an attempt to make it so they wouldn't reform. He then turned to Juka, hobble/limping his way; ... He used as little force as he could to launch himself up to Dress Boy's height, and dig a hand into the clay covering him to transfer all of his remaining force into it, and send it spattering off to the side before he fell and landed on his right foot, stumbling and falling to his knees.
He pulled himself up slowly, looking up to the newly freed Juka "You an' I got some smashin to do, kid... Throw somea them hunks of metal my way, and lets get to business." he stumbled as he walked, but seemed to be able to use his powers just fine... At this point it looked like him and Juka were the best fit for the job of Mini-cthuhlu smashing, so he couldn't give up just yet. He planned to crush every single one of these sopping wet F$%#s before he let himself collapse.
Juka couldn't tell where he was or where he was going. The giant mini clay Cthulu clung to his bubble with an impressive tenaciousness. Despit spinning his bubble upside down and shooting randomly in every posible direction, the creature remained attached to his bubble. For the time being he was safe from suffocation but that didn't mean that he was home free. For one thing, the pressure the creature was exerting on him, pressing its tendrils into his face and body, wasn't exactly comfortable. He felt mounting pressure from the creature as it realized that Juka wasn't slowying down. That, and there was the fact that he coudn't see and at any moment he might collide with either enemy or ally and unknowingly injure them or worse. Not a pleasant thought.
Sounds of battle, fire and explosions continued to reverberate around him, all the more terrifying given that he coudln't see what was causing the horrific sounds. Were his allies falling one by one to the awesome wrath of the monster and his miniature minions? No way to tell. Juka's thought that, perhaps, he might be able to strike at the mini Cthulu with his own anvils, but then he would risk injuring himself in the process and that didn't seem like a great plan either. His only hope, and faint one at that, was to hope that, in his blind zooming, he collided with a tree large enough to do enough damage to the creature to cause it to let go of him and fall off. And hope that he didn't collide with one of his allies in the process.
And then suddenly he was free of the creature and he could see again! Juka let out a shout of happiness at his newfound freedom before returning his attention to the one who had freed him: mainly the man he had struck with his anvils a short while before and who seemed to feed off of their energy. "Smashing I can do," Juka agreed. Finally something useful he could do. It seemed him and the man made quit the team. A moment later, four anvils made their way towards the man, smashing into his side one by one in quick succession. Hopefully it would work as well this time as it had worked last time.
Meanwhile, the mini-Cthulu that had been knocked off of Juka was making its way to its feet, its attention back on him. And he spotted the splattered remains of what he assumed to be a second mini-Cthulu, completely unrecognizable as such aside from the fact that even in that delapitated state it appeared to be trying to reform itself. Bits of mud inched across the ground to combine with other bits of mud. It wouldn't take long for the monster to reappear.
Her eyes darted across the scene set before her frantically, her feet and brain weren't working together. She didn't know which way to go. People were getting hit left and right, injuries being taken before her very eyes. And all she could hear echoing within her chaos riddled scull was, 'Der, which way should we go George, Which way should we go?'
Darn cartoons. They had rotted her brain. Just like mother had said. She padded her temple with her palm gently to clear her thoughts and stepped away from the stump and the boy occupying it. Others might need her... she just had to figure out which one might need her more. "Yell if you need me, I'm going to go see if my help is needed elsewhere!"
She moved off quickly, heading first towards Verdy to Fill her in on where she was going. A plan had formed quickly, not much of a plan in her eyes, but it would don until someone gave her more orders. She would speak quickly to her roommate, then head to where bubble boy and Saphirus had gone. The girls their injured leader had spoken of were released from the clay beasts grasp, and could have injuries or simply need a hand to safety. She could offer remedies for both problems. As she closed in on Verdigris and the flaming tree branches she was waving, she caught sight of the beast moving once more. Something appeared to be falling off of it.
What looked like a-... It's Wing! She skidded to a halt a safe distance away from the burning leaves and branches to watch in almost a gleeful, hope filled awe as one of the people in their rag-tag group of Heroes managed to harm the monster....sort of. Her awe was ended quickly however, turned instead to horror, when the boy was lobbed like a baseball clear out of the park. She prayed for him, her feet shifting as she considered going after him, before the horror in her shifted to sheer terror. The monster was moving, forming something in its hands. She squinted, edging towards Verdy as it flung the first of many good sized balls of clay at the people below.
"...Ah ah!...V-Verdy... MOV-"
She had meant to move forward and heroically save her roommate from the clay ball that was surely destined for her... but found herself knocked down and splattered to the ground as soon as she had taken her eyes off of the largest of the Chthulhu's. A screech of surprise and fear barely made its way out of her mouth before her face was pressed firmly against the ground and she found herself kicking frantically against the dirt as the monsters mini self enveloped her upperhalf tried to smother her against the ground. Panic overwhelmed her, and while she realized she could still breath though a small pocket in the clay and earth, she tried not to alert this to her attacker, least it shift and cut off her limited supply of air. She found her arms moved slowly while trapped by the clay, and her skull was all by wedged and immovable. This only furthered her frantic, desperate kicking.
((I has lost myself, let me know if i messes anything up for peoples. v.v))
Posted by gargoyle on Dec 24, 2009 14:52:53 GMT -6
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Jeramya's stone-like hooves clip-clopped against the ground as fast as he could go, which was more like a jog than a run. He could feel a tightness in his chest the as the minutes went on. He hadn't been inside when the call had come in, as such, when he saw and heard what was going on, by the time he had gotten down from the roof the cars had taken off. It had never been so painful to run for as long as he had been. Of coarse the last time he remembered exerting himself this much was before he had the blacksmith and his son. He couldn't help but wonder if being asleep for so long had changed more than just his appearance.
Though he wasn't moving as fast as a car, it seemed that the sight of a bull taller than a man hoofing it was enough to get even cars to move out of the way. Well almost all of them. A large black truck, car, thing, something on four wheels that rivaled his size sped up from behind him. He moved to the side a bit to let it past, which wasn't easy considering his current size. He kept waiting and waiting for what seemed like minutes for the vehicle to pass. Finally getting curious he turned his massive horned head and noticed a very attractive woman driving the thing, watching him.
"Hey there big boy," She gave him a lovely smile and chuckled a bit, "If you're heading to the park, I'll clear the road for you." She started to pull ahead for a moment before slowing to keep pace with him again. "I'll give you a ride if you can.." The last word died in her mouth as Jeramya jumped and a 'human' hand latched onto the door via the open window. He shifted the rest of his body and found there was a place to stand on the outside, probably to help get into the monstrous beast. He opened the door and nearly fell into the seat clutching his chest.
"Hey! You okay?!" Flaminia yelled at him as her right arm began to glow. He put her hand near Jay's chest. She really had no idea why he was in pain, or how she knew he was injured, but she knew he was. Without asking, he pressed her hand, now glowing even brighter, against his cool chest. She turned the wheel so sharp, as they made a turn, they went onto two wheels. If it hadn't been for her overly strong arm pressing him into the chair, Jay would have fallen onto her. If they hadn't nearly T-Boned a car, they might have flipped onto their side.
Impacting the other car jarred Jay back to himself as he took an extremely deep breath, deeper than he had in a long time. His chest felt warm, felt the warmth radiate throughout his body, touching every bit of his body. The wariness and fatigue he had been feeling was almost completely gone. "Thank you for your help." His voice wasn't as gravely as normal, more like fine sand.
They didn't have much time after to chat, the looming figure of Cthulhu was wreaking havoc in the distance. A distance they were closing at very illegal speeds. Speeds that didn't allow either of them to notice a car starting to cross an intersection, but enough speed that also didn't let that car get too far out before they hit the front passenger wheel and all that went with it. Flaminia didn't even blink throughout it, thinking it was most likely a human. Kaz had only tasked her with helping mutants, not humans, he knew she didn't care much for them. Jeramya on the other hand was shocked as bits of the car sprayed over the windshield. He looked behind them and saw the car was spinning still.
He meant to say something to her, but as he turned his head towards her, he saw the giant creature nearly swat something out of the air, no, two somethings. It took a few seconds to realize who they were, but eventually he did, not personally or well, but he'd seen both of them around the mansion. The creature began throwing large balls of something around. They rounded another corner and were now driving the paths of Central Park. Up ahead one of the clumps landed in their path, somewhat near the young girl and the gryphon.
Apparently Jay wasn't the only one to notice this, as Flaminia angled the vehicle at the clump, which seemed to be forming into a miniature version of the large one, she put her foot down on the gas pedal and splattered the front and windshield with a lot of clay. It might have been bad if it had formed fully but it seems they had gotten lucky. The wipers worked instantly and pushed large bits of the clay off the windshield, though still quite streaky. By the time they could see again, they were headed for imminent danger, straight for the two kids and a flaming tree. Flaminia undid her seatbelt spun the steering wheel so they would miss the kids and smash into the tree, which seemed ready to fall, before she opened Jeramya's door from her side and tackled him out of it.
The impact was jarring, blowing the wind from both of them as they tumbled across the ground, gradually slowing down as the SUV sped ahead. It smashed into the tree, went up it a bit before it's momentum had it sliding off to the side, away from the kids. The tree cracked, groaned and began to fall, the force of the SUV caused it to fall away from the still prone girl and her protective gryphon.
Flaminia had taken the brunt of the impact, saving Jay from being more than scratched and out of breath. With a glowing hand, she healed a few broken ribs she had sustained. She scrambled up and grabbed Jay and hauled him along towards the gryphon and the blonde. She let go of Jeramya halfway there to get to the girl faster. Flaminia was covered in mud and bits of clay. Her hand began to glow as neared the two. "Are either of you hurt?" Her tone was calm, as calm as anyone could be expected to be, and concerned. If she remembered correctly, the girl's name was Katrina. Kaz had mentioned her more than once, she knew how he felt about the girl.
Jeramya reached the two not far behind the woman, he had reverted to his normal gargoyle form. Out of habit when he would steal food and his adrenaline would pump, he looked around him for dangers. The mini-Cthulhu they had run over seemed to be smeared quite well that it didn't seem to be reforming. That was all well and good, but he noticed a few others wrapping clay tentacles around other people. Without speaking he turned, shifted into the bull though he opted not to have horns, just in case, and barreled towards the nearest Mini-C that was clutching a struggling green-ish skinned girl.
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Struggling some more seemed to get her nowhere, and with the notion that she might very well die under a mass of clay sinking in, she felt herself struggling harder despite the heavy mass hugging her. Andrea wriggled about in vain for a few moments, before letting herself rest. She could feel herself succumbing to tired limbs from thrashing and a touch of dizziness from hyperventilating. Her stillness was a bad idea however, because when she relaxed- like a Python- the clay beast smothering her started to constrict. Her air pocket grew considerably smaller and moist clay squished in around her cheeks and eyes.
With a gasp she dug her knees into her clay prison in an attempt to pry herself from its grasp, her fingers digging into the ground below her as she pushed with all of her strength against the ground. She barely noticed the thundering of hooves as they shook the earth under her.
She sucked her last breath of air in greedily before the mini Cthulhu tightened its grasp and her air pocket disappeared completely. Andrea lashed out desperately, feeling like an unfortunate rat caught in a snakes hungry grasp and there was no flesh for her to nip at or attack. Her lungs were starting to burn, just barely, when the thundering underneath her finally caught her attention, and before she knew it the weight pressing down on her was gone and she was free to move again.
She pushed with all of her strength and popped out of the clay, frazzled and muddy, but alive! With a gasp she filled her lungs again, spitting out dirt from between her teeth, and pulled herself further from the wriggling clay. Her fingers worked to remove her glasses, scooping out mud which had squeezed inside too blind her, before she could finally look upon what had saved her. What greeted her happy eyes, was the form of a Bull, seemingly hornless, but defiantly a bull as it lacked udders. Questions flooded her mind, but she pushed them back, scooting further away from the remains of her attacker. She dropped her eyes safely to her hands as they worked with her much needed shades.
"...T-Thank you!" She cleaned her glasses off with her coat before plopping them back into place, thus she might be able to look at people without disabling them in the process.
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Cafas watched as clay balls started flying, then morphing into eight foot clones of the behemoth before them. Then he saw cloak guy blow one to bits. Then another off bubbles the magnificent. Another was run over by an SUV. That didn't seem fond of reforming. Possibly Cthulhu had a maximum reformation radius? It was worth a shot. Although now his medic had a face full of monster and he was out of jelly beans. All in all the cloud had a rather thick silver lining. Juka was saved, and he had seen the ninja go flying. He was out of harm’s way for now, although possibly direly injured. Checkups Cafas could still do. First, orders. In a voice loud enough to not only wake the dead, but be heard by all his teammates he gave his orders. "Cloak guy with the explosive hands, do your thing. Everyone else I want those things out of the clearing, past the tree line behind me." Cafas felt sufficiently better. It was now up to him to wince his way over to the shop the ninja had flown into. He decided to take the shield with him. He didn’t necessarily need it but he didn’t want to lose it.
'Mattress shop, right, I need a mattress joke.'
Cafas entered the store with a few painfully loud crunches of glass. He set about finding the ninja. The problem being mattresses altered trajectory, also Alchemist had no idea how to calculate trajectory. He took a few more steps in and noticed a totalled display He searched a bit beyond that with curious eyes and spied a lump on the next one across. More a bulge. A large one. Muchly ninja shaped. Cafas hobbled over and dropped his shield onto the bed next to Koga and took a look at him. He didn’t seem all too well, very unconscious. Well, that was bad. He did appear to be breathing. That was good. C.J. sat next to him and observed the situation outside. No-one had gathered when he had told them to. Bugger.
’That ninja is very reptilian. In fact..’
Cafas put a hand to the skin of the ninja and felt it cold. He noted something laying next to him. A heat pack of all things. Alchemist really wasn’t judging but why the ninja had that escaped him a little. Then he remembered all those lessons on cold blooded animals. That was a good reason to have one. The thing seemed to be activated. Good, no directions necessary. C.J. pressed it to Koga’s neck, where the arteries should have been closest to the surface. Differing anatomy didn’t quite occur as an issue to Cafas. ”I like to go on a few dates before I hop into bed with someone, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” From his view he could see camera lady, but he no longer cared, He had a lizard to keep out of a coma.
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"Oh-hhh ye-aa-ah-hh" He said, aloud as the anvils slammed into him... Taken out of context, the sound may have come from someone relaxing on a massage bench as a little lady pummeled his back with her fists, but in context, it was just Saphirus transforming into a happy camper. He felt his arm tingling with power up to his elbow; it prompted him to look around for something to crush... And that's when he saw it... The Mini-Thuhlu he had first splattered. He had been sure at the time that there was no way it could have reformed after the blow, but there it was, slowly gathering itself up, and standing to its full height...
"Son of a... How are we supposed to kill these $%#@ing things?!" It was walking toward him now, content on getting revenge on the insignificant mortal who had inconvenienced it so. Saphirus knew that splattering it again would only be a temporary solution, and he didn't have time for that... He looked around quickly for something more permanent, but all he saw was mud, a large puddle formed from the falling rain, and a broken tree.... He paused and slowly looked back to the puddle, allowing his eyes to widen as he had an epiphany. Fire was doing nothing other than cosmetic damage at this point... Why? It was raining, and there was a LOT of clay to try and burn... The rain, however, had only gotten heavier, and now that he thought about it, the monster had only gotten softer as the battle went on...
He looked up to the quickly closing squidmanbearpig that was eying him, and then to the puddle next to her-him-it, and clenched his fist, sighing, and then charging in as fast as he could... Which really only meant he hobbled through deep mud while limping a bit too until he was close to the beast. He then let out a yell as he leaped up just a little, and pressed his palm flat against the things chest, aiming for the puddle as well as he could, and then releasing all of Juka's anvil force.
The monster let out what might have been a yelp before most of its body was splattered, and a large percentage of the clay fell into the puddle. As Saph landed, and then stumbled, he watched the small body of water with eyes full of hope.
The puddle stirred...
A hand lifted slowly from the center...
And then melted into mush.
"F#%$ YEAH! Score one for the home team! Take that you squidward looking son of a fish!" He did a little dance in the mud, and then was silenced by a ball of clay flying just over his head... He followed its path with his eyes, and his triumphant smile faded quickly... My god... there weren't enough puddles for them all! He had taken all of this time just to kill one of these things, and all the while the big one had been spewing them out like so many little bunny rabbits.
He needed a plan. And then he got one as his eyes caught one of the many sprinkler heads scattered across the park. Eureka!
To the many other brave mutants fighting on in the night, it might have looked as if Saphirus was hightailing it out of there. He hobbled with all the speed his body could manage, and soon went out of sight of all of the others. He knew exactly what he was looking for; he used to get yelled at by an old man when he was just 18 and he used to come by here and beg for change by the maintenance shed. One day he had decided to break into the shed to see if he could steal anything. He had seen nothing except a bunch of old pipes with one of those little wheel thingies that the typist just simply can't put a name on at the moment, and a crowbar. He thought all he had left that shed with that day was a crowbar; little did he know he had also left with knowledge of how to turn on the sprinkler system. He pushed through the door in a hurry, and grasped the wheel thingy tightly, spinning its rusty form with all of his might until he could hear the many sprinklers pop on in order, starting close and leading off to the fight.
He smiled widely as he rushed back to see the product of his handi work.