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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>>"At least you had someone to take care of my, my parents disowned me the moment they found out I was a mutant." Chris just nodded to Meld's statement. In a way, he guessed that that was just what his parents had done, but, as she said, at least his grandpa had been there for him. He wondered briefly where he would have ended up if it hadn't been for the old man - probably in the sewers under Green Bay. He tried to think of something else; the old man's death was still too fresh, still hutted to think about.
Luckily enough, Meld's explanation about her mutation was the distraction he needed. Well, it was pretty obvious after all, but that didn't make it less shocking. My mutation allows me to replace my limbs with limbs of my own creation. He tried not to think of how she did that replace part, but an image of a bloody buzz-saw entered his mind anyway and he shivered. Chris recognized the wink of the ruby-red tail light (that was disturbingly like an eye) as a friendly gesture, but it was still hard to look past the sharp blades around it. "I see," was all he could think of saying. Then he fully realized what she'd said; she'd made all those melds by herself. And all of them seemed to be highly artificial limbs that moved as good as - and even better - regular limbs. These were not just prostheses but highly refined weapons, capable of turning people into mincemeat. "You must be very... very..." he said, trying to find a word while at the same time trying to chase away the picture of Meld ripping a guy into shreds with her metal claws from his head. "...handy," he finished lamely.
Then he stared blankly at Anthony when he started to talk about marinade and overdone baked potatoes. Was he...? Yeah, he was giving Chris cooking tips. >>"Best thing you can do is learn simple to make foods that you'll enjoy, and buy the ingredients raw. Or you can always chase a pigeon, most people hate them anyway." Chris nodded again. For him, food had always just been something you had to eat to get nutrition, not something enjoyable. He'd always been providing his own food - in fact, the hunting part of dinner was way better than the eating part. Of course he liked fish, but...There wasn't much you could do with raw fish and when you usually had it for breakfast, lunch and supper it tended to get receptitive. That's why he'd been itching to try sushi - if even regular humans found the dish to be enjoyable they must be doing something right. Maybe he could snatch up a few tips. But in another way he was ready to be disappointed - it was still just raw fish, after all, and he already knew a great deal about it. "Speaking of pigeons," he started, "I was wondering..."
But then he paused since Anthony had opened the door to the restaurant. The mutant's flourishing movements and keen notations was wasted on Chris, who just stood looking at him with that plain face you can see at people who doesn't speak the same language as you: they don't really understand what you say but politely wait until you've finished. Since it apparently was expected of him, he entered the room - unconsciously scanning it in all directions, prepared to bolt out at the first sign or sound or smell of a threat. But The House Of Sushi wasn't filled with hostiles; as Anthony had said, it was mostly empty; and Chris started to relax. It was furnished like a regular sushi restaurant - screens of rice-paper, big round paper lanterns hanging from the roof, traditional Japanese paintings on the wall - but everything was new to him. He looked back at the others, waiting for them to take lead and show him what to do.
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 5, 2010 12:31:53 GMT -6
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"Resistance is futile."
Meld smirked. Of course Anthony wouldn't understand what she could do, his comment proved it. She got the reference of course, but he couldn't be farther from the truth. It was about perfection and being better, superior, to the masses, not about tyring to be one of the massess. Nevertheless, she didn't take offence at the comment. What was the point, really? Amusement was so much better, especially when combined with the knowledge that she aspired to something that was so completely beyond his understanding.
Clearly, though, Meld made Anthony uncomfortable and, on some level, it was understandable. She was walking death, after all, and it had been she who had changed her body to look as it did and to fulfill the roles which it fulfilled. It was one of the things that made Meld stand out from most other visible mutants: she had a certain amount of control over her mutation and how it manifested. She could have chosen, those years ago when she had discovered what she was, to merely have a metal hand and allow the rest of her to remain human. But what would be the point in that? She was a mutant and she would be damned if she were ashamed of what she was. And equally damned if she didn't make full use of her powers in order to help the mutant cause, which meant making herself ever more lethal. She was a killer and that was her role in the mutant battle. Some were the faces and voices of the cause, some were the negotiators and some, like her, were the enforcers, assassins and killers.
"I'm afraid the fine art of cooking is one sadly beyond me," Meld explained lightly. "I won't poison anyone but I'm not too likely to make a gourmet meal either. Pick and choose your talents, eh?" She was looking forward to some sushi however. Hopefully Anthony, who had all ready admitted to having money, would be generous enough to pay for all thre of them because, alas, Meld was nearly peniless for the moment, relying almost entirely upon the generosity of those in the Mansion. Either Lenna had better get back to her soon about her future employment prospects, or she would have to procure money some other way. Likely in a way somewhat less than legal.
"You must be very... very...handy."
"Oh, I am very handy," Meld agreed sardonically. Chris really was something like a little brother she had never had.
Once the door of the restaurant was open, Meld madeher way inside, standing politely and waiting for someone to seat them. Thankfully it was fairly empty, she wasn't sure what the patrons or the employees would make of their little group. Hopefully this would be nothing more than a nice normal meal enjoyed by a trio of mutants. Hopefully.
Posted by arrowatch on Jan 5, 2010 18:49:27 GMT -6
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Anthony followed them into the restaurant and looked around. He immediately realized his mistake. His well meaning gesture sent them in first. Everyone was staring at them, some people were just on this side of panic. The young japanese man who looked like a waiter was just frozen there with shock. But he was, quite possibly, a waiter. One way to find out.
Still somewhere behind Meld and Chris, Anthony slipped his wallet out of his sock (suddenly he wished he was dressed normally) and drew out a twenty. He stepped to the front and held it out over his head, folded, between to fingers.
"Service."
Any and every waiter is trained to overcome anything. Especially for money. The japanese man's eyes unglazed and he ran up with a shallow bow. Who says you can't solve problems by throwing money at them? Not Anthony, for sure.
"Welcome to the House of Sushi! I'm Eric, and I'll be your waiter today. Let me show you to a table." Eric spun on his heels and proceeded to a table noticeably farther from the other few patrons, but closer to the kitchen. A dual win, in Anthony's book.
"If you will be seated, our menu's are on the table and-" Anthony cut him off with a raised hand. "Write this down. Nagiri rolls, give me a wide selection. A sashimi platter of different types. Something with Ahi AND Hamachi, cooked and uncooked. Do you serve Fugu? No? That is too bad. Then several Battera platters. Some Unagi rolles, and finally Tako-Temaki, m'kay Eric?"
Anthony waited until the waiter was done scribbling furiously, and reached for a handshake, which was reciprocated immediately. He slipped the gentleman the twenty, which the waiter had the manners to slip into a pocket without looking at or being overt about it.
"We will have some sake, and whatever else they may want, all on one tab."
Anthony looked at the restaurant. It was so overtly japanese that he almost laughed. But he could smell the rice and vinegar and oils, and was suddenly amazingly hungry. The table, slightly longer then you'd expect for having four chairs, did indeed have fold-out menus, complete with small pictures and a glossary of terms and polite phrases on the back.
Sake cups and the slightly larger tea-cups were both face down on the table. He raised his estimation of this place immediately upon seeing a small container of chopped, pickled shoga on the table.
All the silent stares had the same effect on Chris as an approaching trucks front lights have on a hare or other small critter - he completely froze. He stood in the same position without moving a muscle for a couple of seconds, while he was trying to remember the distance to the door behind him. >>"Service." Chris and the waiter, Eric, both unfroze at the same time. And when the waiter actually welcomed them Chris actually started to relax.
He followed Eric and Anthony to a table. Then he listened as the furry mutant ordered plenty of different types of Japanese dishes, not understanding half of it. It certainly seemed as if Anthony had eaten Sushi before. As the waiter went away to they kitchen Chris seated himself by the table. He felt both nervous and curious and had a hard time sitting still. Instead he tried to get a good look at the decorations in the room - his head turned from side to side and up and down in an attempt to look in all directions at once that was a bit comical. Then he noticed the chop sticks in front of him and picked them up, examining them with a frown. He'd seen people eat with chop sticks on TV, but had never tried it himself. The webbing between his thumb and prolonged index finger made it a bit difficult for him to use tools that should be held like pencils. Then he put the chop sticks down and lifted up a bowl, turning it around in his hands. Then he put aside the bowl and picked up a menu, leafing through it. All this he did with quick movements, much rapider than any regular humans.
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 11, 2010 13:33:34 GMT -6
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Meld didn't take particularly kindly to the judgemental stares that the trio received upon entering the establishment, espeically since, for a moment at least, it looked as if they were going to be refused service. Just because she was used to such treatment by this point didn't mean she found such treatment to be acceptable. She had to restrain the urge to growl at the waiter.
After a rather discreet handing over of money from Anthony to the waiter, however, the waiter did a social 180 and became entirely friendly and amiable. That was a trick that Meld would definatley have to remember in the future. If, that was, she ever found herself enough money to be able to simply hand large sums of it over without second thought and that prospect seemed doubtful. She found it rather admirable the way Anthony simply took charge of the situation, ensuring fast and friendly service and ordering a variety of sushi for all. Clearly he was in his element, an element Meld would never feel completely comfortable in.
"Its been far to long since I was last able to partake in sushi," Meld said, sitting down and not quite able to hide the anticipation in her voice. It was time to see if New York sushi could compare to Vancouver sushi. Then, with a slight frown, she relized that she would have to relearn how to use chopsticks, not having had the opportunity to do so since replacing her right arm. Well, if nothing else it should make the meal more interesting and it was quite possible that she would be providing somewhat unintentional amusement for her two companions.
Posted by arrowatch on Jan 15, 2010 17:42:17 GMT -6
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"It's been far too long since I was last able to partake in sushi." Meld seemed content, if not pleased, which was a good sign. Their argument had all the subtle undertones of a Gwar concert. Actually, meld might fit in there, with the right make up.
Anthony sat down and held Dilbert in his lap. All of this one handed shenanigans was getting annoying, but the bird was better off safe with him, rather than down fish boys gullet. Anthony redacted that sentence in his mind. Definitely not a fish boy. Dolphin boy. Breathes air, needs water. Yup. Marine mammal.
And speaking of Chris, he seemed somewhere between serious anxiety and giddy anticipation. Anthony'd never seen someone rifle through the contents of a table with such casual zealousness. Finger dexterity, surety of movement. The way he gripped things wasn't typical, but that wasn't a handicap, just a mental block. In fact, Anthony was convinced Chris could learn to defend himself. You don't need strength to cut someone.
"Chris have you ever thought about self-def-" Anthony didn't notice the waiter bringing the first platters out, and apologizing for the wait. Japanese restaurateurs always got your food to you in minutes and apologized for the wait. Mind boggling, really.
"Never mind, it can wait till after we eat." The dishes came in varied colors, and some looked like rainbows rolled in rice and seaweed. Anthony picked up and slowly spun his chopsticks. The waiter finished filling their table with various trays and plates and dishes, including a bottle of sake and a hot stainless steal teapot.
Anthony waited for his guests to start eating first, as was proper, and hoped they would strike up a conversation. Looking around, the place had emptied noticeably, down to one or two other tables total.
>>"Chris have you ever thought about self-def-" Chris looked up, just in time to see the waiter bring out the first dishes. He wasn't really sure what to think - his own diet had been a tad bit limited with only a few variations, and wasn't sure he recognized any of the fish he was used to. And it looked more like art than anything meant for eating. All the colorful pieces of fish lay in intricate patterns on the platters, together with rice and different herbs and something that looked like black carbon paper. He was really hungry, though, so the aspect of his food being art didn't really matter. Anthony seemed to be waiting for them to start, so Chris picked up his chop sticks again and looked hesitantly from Anthony to Meld. After a few quick tips he was good to go and picked up a piece of fish, moving with great care so he wouldn't drop it. Still seeming a bit hesitant, he ate it up.
The following minutes he didn't speak at all, he was too caught up in eating. He was practically gobbling it down, and his eyes bulged slightly. There was just so much flavors... He'd never thought such variety could exist. It was a bit like being a painter who'd only painted with blue his entire life and suddenly gained access to other colors. Chris had tasted on the rice, mostly out of politeness, but then dismissed it in favor of the fish and shell-fish. He'd never eaten shell-fish before, but took a quick likening to it. His favorite fish was the unagi; it had a strong, smoky flavor unlike anything he'd ever before. And the sashimi platter... oh, the sashimi platter... Finally he managed to snap out of his feeding frenzy, realizing that he hadn't been paying attention to the others at all. They could have been discussing something with him and he'd been to consumed consuming. "Sorry," he said, just in case. "I wasn't expecting anything like this." He took a gulp of water and looked down at the food in front of him. He guessed it was time to start a conversation; that's what people usually did around a dinner table, right? "You were going to ask me about self-defense earlier? I guess I just never had the need for it," he said and shrugged. "Mostly I could just hide or swim out into the middle of the lake if I got in trouble. It may be a cowardly tactic, but it works for me. " His voice turned a bit defensive. "I know its good to be able to defend yourself and so on, but in a way I don't see the point in fighting back. If people consider you to be a threat, they are more inclined to fight you. In a way, I defend myself by not be a threat." He helped himself to another unagi.
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 18, 2010 13:37:24 GMT -6
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"Chris, its ok to breathe and be at ease," Meld assured the fish mutant with a soft smile. It hurt her to think that a fellow was forced to be so unsure in a normal social situation. It was the fault of human socieity for forcing him to remain secluded for nearly all of his life. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right and it was just the sort of thing that she was determined to change. But now was not the time for stating such thoughts, so she kept them to herself. Besides, each of her two companions now new her beliefs, it was up to them if they decided to fight for the mutant cause or not. She didn't want anyone fighting by her side that didn't believe fully in the cause or that felt pressured into fighting.
And then the food arrived. Meld took a deep breath, taking in the aroma of fish and sushi. Ah, what a beautiful, lovely sight. As soon as she had funds again, sushi was going to be near the top of her list of things to purchase and enjoy. And somehow she would have to find an appropriate way to thank Anthony for his generosity in giving them this treat.
Chopsticks, as it turned out, were more of a nuisance than they were worth. Large metal claws got in the way of delicite wooden sticks and, after fumbling with them for at least a minute, Meld gave up with a sigh of defeat. "Apologies for my rudeness," Meld spoke to Anthony, "but it appears as if chopsticks are beyond me." Meld nodded her thanks to the waiter for filling her tea and began choosing for herself a wide variety of sushi. She remained mostly silent while eating, simply enjoying herself. Hopefully the others wouldn't mind too much that she ate with a fork instead of chopsticks.
"You were going to ask me about self-defense earlier? I guess I just never had the need for it. Mostly I could just hide or swim out into the middle of the lake if I got in trouble. It may be a cowardly tactic, but it works for me. I know its good to be able to defend yourself and so on, but in a way I don't see the point in fighting back. If people consider you to be a threat, they are more inclined to fight you. In a way, I defend myself by not be a threat."
"No need to apologize," Meld assured Chris. "Sometimes the best defense is making yourself appear to be not a threat. There's nothing cowardly about survival. Still, I would feel a little better if you at least learned the basics of self defense. If you like, I could even offer to teach you." After all, she had been a provincial juijitsu champion back in high school, before she had even discovererd her mutation.
Posted by arrowatch on Jan 21, 2010 2:47:29 GMT -6
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Anthony was distracted, and hadn't started eating. He was poised with his cup of tea at his lips, watching Chris eat. He was quick and sure, and apparently starving to death. It was mesmerizing. Anthony missed part of Chris' reply.
It was almost like the guy was a natural phenomena at this point. He began subtly maneuvering dishes withing Chris' Area of Effect.
I know its good to be able to defend yourself and so on, but in a way I don't see the point in fighting back. If people consider you to be a threat, they are more inclined to fight you. In a way, I defend myself by not be a threat."
"No need to apologize," Meld assured Chris. "Sometimes the best defense is making yourself appear to be not a threat. There's nothing cowardly about survival. Still, I would feel a little better if you at least learned the basics of self defense. If you like, I could even offer to teach you."
Anthony made a noise between a snort and a laugh. "Sugar, you'd probably hurt the poor guy. Heck, I'd be hard pressed to spar against you and not end up in the E.R. Actually, because of Dilbert, I had to cut mine short. Maybe you and I could do a bit of light sparring one of these days. I think a touch of danger is something I need."
Anthony noticed one dish that Chris still hadn't gotten to, and blatantly offered it as well.
"Here. This is Temaki, made with Tako. That is, to say, octopus. Try it!" He held out another little platter of the same stuff to Meld. "You too! It sounds weird, but it's simply delectable. "
Anthony suddenly realized he had let go of Dilbert and dropped both platters from his hands like live snakes and dived under the table after the pigeon, which had begun scampering about the restaurant. He was crawling on his hands and knees from table to table trying to catch the wing'ed rodent.
>>"There's nothing cowardly about survival. Still, I would feel a little better if you at least learned the basics of self defense. If you like, I could even offer to teach you." Chris hesitated before answering. Sure, it could be a good thing to know, it might come in handy if he one day found himself with his back up against a wall and no place to run or hide. And of course he didn't think that Meld would try to hurt him; in fact, she seemed to know what she was talking about and would probably be a good teacher, but... accidents happen. And accidents that happen during fighting lessons where one of the fighters have razor-sharp blades attached to their body are inclined to be more... severe.
>>"Sugar, you'd probably hurt the poor guy. [...] Maybe you and I could do a bit of light sparring one of these days. I think a touch of danger is something I need." Chris frowned. He wasn't really fond of that 'poor guy' remark. But it seemed like Anthony also knew a bit about the topic - now that he thought about it, he realized that the other mutant's weird clothes was some kind of training gear. He had seen something similar in a martial art movie. Chris lightened up, however, when Anthony offered the temaki. "Thanks," he said and turned his head towards Meld while he stretched out his hands after the platter. "Maybe it would be a good idea... after all, it wouldn't hurt to know th-" He had intended to say to know the basics, but was interrupted by a loud clatter and a sudden movement. Sure, he was a poor fighter and wouldn't stand 3 minutes if push came to shove, but he had well-honed reflexes that any martial artist would be proud over. So the sudden noise made him fly up to his feet, knocking his chair to the ground, and backing away a few steps before he even had seen what was happening. First now he got a grip over the situation - Anthony had dropped the platters because he had lost the pigeon, and was currently chasing the bird around the restaurant. The few human patrons who were still there were looking at the mutant and the bird with shocked expressions, and one lady near the door had put her hands over her mouth and stared at the chase with round eyes. Chris wondered what he should do. They would probably get chased out, most restaurants didn't really approve of their guests letting animals on the loose inside. He could join the hunt, he had been hunting birds his whole life, but Anthony was doing pretty well on his own. If Chris joined there would just be more chaos. And then there was the question about the sushi. They hadn't finished it all, and even though he was pretty full now there was many things he hadn't tried yet. Temaki included. Would it be terribly rude if he sat down and ate some more before they got chased out? His eyes went from the scurrying bird to the plates on their table, and it was pretty clear what thoughts went through his head. Catch the bird or eat sushi?
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 25, 2010 15:57:04 GMT -6
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"Sugar, you'd probably hurt the poor guy. Heck, I'd be hard pressed to spar against you and not end up in the E.R. Actually, because of Dilbert, I had to cut mine short. Maybe you and I could do a bit of light sparring one of these days. I think a touch of danger is something I need."
Meld frowned at the comment a moment then allowed her features to soften back into a neutral expression. Unfortunately, as much as she disliked admitting it, Anthony was probably right. It wasn't so much the admittadly lethal claws that adorned her hands, feet and tail, it was more the lack of feeling. If she could feel, as any normal person were able to, she could better regulate how hard she struck someone. Even something a simple as a handshake she had to put in a conscious effort to ensure that she didn't accidentally draw blood with her blades. She had sparred before, of course, but that had been with Aura who was both experienced and had enough personal protection from her Aura so that accidentally injuring her wasn't nearly so much of a risk. "I think you may be right, Anthony. I would hate to accidentally injure the poor guy. But if you have something to offer in the way of skill, I'd be happy to take a raincheck on that sparring match of yours." It could be fun after all. If he was hardy enough not to complain about a few bumps, bruises and cuts.
"Here. This is Temaki, made with Tako. That is, to say, octopus. Try it!"
Meld was about to take Anthony up on his suggestion when suddenly he was on the ground chasing after his pidgeon. Why did he have a pidgeon anyway? She hadn't bothered to ask and now she was sitting there blinking confusedly at the bizarre scene before her. She turned her gaze towards Chris to see what his reaction was like, shrugged her shoulders and then turned back to watch Anthony. It was a funny scene watching him scurry after the little critter and funnier still watching how the other patrons were reaction. She laughed in a way that might almost be considered a giggle (except that Meld most cetainly did not gigle!). There really was no other approrpriate way to react.
"Do you need any help?" Meld asked, finally, casually. Oh, this most certainly had just made her day.
Posted by arrowatch on Jan 28, 2010 22:00:36 GMT -6
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Anthony didn't notice that he'd freaked Chris out. He didn't notice that he was amusing Meld. And he didn't notice that he was upsetting the faculty of the establishment. What Anthony did notice was that pigeons are exceptionally fleet of foot, and if Chris was adept at catching them, then more power to him. Anthony dumped a table on it's side, knocked a chair over, spilled someone's sake, and then realized he was working harder than smarter.
Anthony stood up and grabbed a bowl of rice on a table (which probably belonged to someone, but pressing needs and all that) and threw it on the floor.
Then, standing still, Anthony watched the bird go to eat it. Ridiculous, really, how quickly the bird went from panic to gluttony. Anthony removed his shirt (with the ease of practice) and threw it on the bird, which he then jumped on like a live crocodile. Standing up with his prize, Anthony looked around. The damage was minimal, table and chair and a little bit of a mess... Really, it wasn't much at all. Certainly not enough to warrant all of the scowling. Or glaring. Or even the glowering. Maybe some of the grimaces were justified.
And Meld was smiling a little, completely worth it. Except that now Anthony was standing with a struggling pigeon encased in his shirt, his shirt which was no longer on his fur covered body. And Anthony wasn't sure if people were going to get angrier (hard pressed to manage that one,) ignore him, or have a heart attack (the likeliest of the three, it would seem.) Anthony was at a loss for words.
The quiet inside of the restaurant was deafening. Meld had laughed a bit earlier, and Chris supposed that the situation would have been funny if it hadn't freaked him out. As it was now, he tried to make himself so invisible as possible while the shirtless mutant gained everybody's attention. >>"Um, heh, um... Pigeon..." Chris sighed and did the good ol' facepalm.
The silence was broken by the woman next to the door, the one with the round eyes, who said in a choked voice: "Come on, Bobby, let's leave." Her husband nodded and they quickly stood up, leaving most of their food. The man threw a bill on their table and then they went out of the door as quickly as possible. The man took a moment to stop in the door and look around, sneering. "We're not setting our foot in this place again, that's for sure." Then they were out. Their dramatical exit left quite a low murmur in the room, and now people were looking at them worse than ever. Chris wondered how their waiter, Eric, would react. He would probably not be too happy with them scaring away customers.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 2, 2010 13:25:25 GMT -6
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Anthony caught his escaped bird and Meld almost gave into the urge to cheer. Almost. Unfortunately, as amusing as the entire scene was to her, it didn't appear to be nearly as amusing for the other customers of the restaurant. Nor, judging by the expressions of the waiters walking around, those working in the restaurant. She couldn't help but fee just a little bitter over the fact that had this been a human chasing a bird around a restaurant many of these people would have been open to seeing the amusement in the ridiculous situation but instead one and all glared at them with looks of disgust and judgement. Simply because they were mutants. The injustice of it all was sickening and she had a sudden overhwelming urge to stick her claws into the throats of one of the offending bystandards. It would serve them right.
"We're not setting our foot in this place again, that's for sure."
Meld growled and it was not a sound that she made any attempt to hide. All of her pent up frustration and anger at the hypocrisy of these people was plain to hear in the sound. She got her her feet as an icy rage overtook her. She wasn't the type to be fueled by her emotions, wasn't the type to act irrationally in any circumstances. Her present anger did not rob her of her intellect or of her view of the potential consequences of her actions. What it did due is reduce the relevancy of those consequences. Human injustice was everywhere and if spilling hypocritical racist human blood was going to make her two current mutant companions uncomfortable or angry with her, then it would be worth it to see anti-mutant blood run.
With deceptive calm, Meld made her way to the door and stood there watching as dozens of eyes turned in her direction. Her barbed metal tail twitched. "If we were human you would all be far more understanding of this little incident. Because we're not you judge us and you assume that you're better than us." The words were said without hesitation and with no hint of doubt. She challenged each and every one of them with her eyes, to contridict the words she knew to be true.
The people in the restaurant all looked away when Meld tried to keep eye contact, no-one rose to the challenge to speak their prejudices out loud. It was obvious, however, that Meld's words were true. Chris stood by their table, nervously fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he realized that he wasn't hungry anymore. It would probably just be best for everybody if the mutants left. Meld was already by the door, he didn't know if she already had intended to leave or not. But he started to walk towards the door too when it suddenly opened. For a moment he thought that it was the couple who'd walked away from the restaurant, but standing in the open door was a young man he'd never seen before. He didn't enter the restaurant, but stood with crossed arms leaning against the door to keep it open. The man seemed to be in his mid-twenties, he had close-cropped brown hair and a bad attitude that probably could be felt many blocks away.Chris suspicion that he was looking for trouble rather than sushi got confirmed when he turned his head out to the street and said: "You were right, Jack. Heh, could feel the stink of them all the way out on the street." Outside the restaurant stood five, maybe six more men. The man in the door let his gaze wander in the restaurant, looking from Meld to Chris to Anthony, until he met the eyes of Meld who stood closest. Apparently oblivious to the fact that he was speaking to a mutant with blades and knives protruding from her body, he directed his challenge at her. "This is a human place. You muties have your own hangouts. Now get lost."