The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by vampyremage on May 29, 2010 15:11:19 GMT -6
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Meld still recalled what it was like to live, as a teenager, under the sway of her parents' rule as her own childhood was no so far behind her. Sometimes it seemed like decades had passed since the night she discovered her mutant and fled from home, but in actuality it had only been a few short years. Although she had never been one of those terribly rebellious teenagers, she could still recall a few incidents with her parents and more than a few nights strafing against the rules they imposed, so she could understand if the speedster wasn't too happy with the current state of affairs.
"No super secret mutant headquarters," Meld assured the kid lightly. Actually, it was kind of a super secret mutant headquarters but that was information on a need to know basis. Besides, most of the mutants who lived there weren't actually aware of its second purpose as the house of the members of The Order. It had perfectly legitimate uses as a mutant shelter, helping those who needed help find a place to stay and foot to eat. Even without The Order housed within, Sanctuary was a good place that did good work for mutants that needed it. There were few places in which a mutant could go and not have to worry about the disrimination that followed mutant kind anywhere, but Sanctuary was one of those places.
"Sanctuary helped me when I first got to the city. I met a girl the first day when I had no idea what I was even doing here and less than $100 to my name. She was staying at Sanctuary at the time and brought me there to stay with her. I don't know where I would be today if not for her kindness and the kindness of those who run the place." Every word of it was true. Of course, what she didn't mention is that the $100 to her name had been stolen that night from a convenience store or she wouldn't have even had that much, but he didn't really need to know that part of the story.
He wasn't entirely sure whether or not she was telling the truth when she assured him that it was not a secret Mutant's headquarters. Okay, so maybe he wasn't entirely sure about anything else she'd said to him, from the details of her power to what she'd said about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, but he didn't really care. It wasn't as if he needed to know the truth just yet. Every lie must come from somewhere anyway, so chances are he was learning some information... Maybe one day it could come in useful. Whether he was on her side or on the good side. Honestly, he could swing both ways... Not easily though. He worked alone much better than in a group. He did his own things, said what he wanted to say.
Sanctuary huh? Sounded like the name of something potentially shady. His expressionless features did not change as he continued to listen to what she had to say. Her own experience with how she'd managed after arriving in the city. The Big Apple. How she'd delt with it all... Honestly, he wasn't interested. He just wanted to go back to Seattle and continue on with his life. Sure, his friends from school wouldn't want him, and he'd been expelled from his High School but he did have Mutant friends - not many, but a few - in Seattle. He could start some kind of gang or something. Build a family... Like a cult.
Not that his parents would allow it, of course. "I guess it is a good place for those who need it. I admit, it does sound like a pretty cool group of people." he paused for a second, thinking things over quickly. "I'm not entirely sure I'll ever live there... Honestly I'm not too big when it comes to things such as living in large places with many people... But I wouldn't mind visiting one of those days. Maybe once I manage to ditch the school... If that's even possible." he said, seemingly careless as to what was to happen.
Posted by vampyremage on May 29, 2010 16:30:19 GMT -6
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Meld shrugged her shoulders casually at Speedman as if it didn't matter whether or not he chose to live at Sanctuary and, in truth, it didn't. Lori would hear from her mouth about the new mutant that had arrived in the city with all the details she had been able to acquire from him and then it would be up to her boss to decide what, if anything needed to be done. Meld was out to help mutants, even above helping out The Order and it didn't really seem that this young man needed all that much help. From all sounds of it, he still had his parents and was fairly well adjusted with the good fortune to be born looking completely human. Who knew, maybe he would be one of the lucky ones.
"I'm sure it'll be possible for someone like you to ditch," Meld replied with an amused smirk. Oh, how she remembered being young and carefree, when going to classes and winning competions had been her greatest concerns. "Who's really going to be able to stop you once you start running? Besides, being forced to move to a new place and go to a new school not withstanding, it sounds like your parents actually care enough to try and see you do well in life." A hint of bitterness tinged her tone. If only her own parents had been half so caring or understanding, maybe her own life would have turned out differently.
Despite the distraction of talking to a new mutant, Meld had kept constant vigilent watch over her surroundings, tail eye blinking every few seconds to make sure there were no threats. One thing she had learned since coming to the city was that one could never be to careful and it was dangerous to let her guard down. Out of the corner of her red ruby eye she caught a glimpse of movement, coming in their direction rather quickly. It, or rather they, weren't something to be concerned about yet, but she kept careful watch on them just in case they became so.
Sawyer, for the most part, felt a little bit more at ease now. For one thing she didn't look as if she minded his decision not to come along with her to this place she called the Sanctuary. Meld may be one of the bad guys in the eyes of Humans, as well as Mutants who wanted to do good things, but Speed didn't. Not really. She was just thinking her beliefs. Maybe they were all like that. Maybe there were no bad guys in this war... Just people who thought differently. In general, everybody was the same. Everybody was Human. People who had powers as well as those who had none.
He smirked a little at her words about it being possible for him to ditch. "You think?" he said, an amused tone noticeable behind that statue-like mask of him. His blue eyes seemed to brighten up just a little bit too... Not too much, probably not even enough for it to be noticeable, especially in the darkness. Huh, Sawyer had nearly forgotten about the fact that it was late, he had even forgotten about why exactly he was here. Not in New York, but here, talking to Meld. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the last time he'd see his parents until... they decided to come back to New York.
He should be spending time with them, no? Ha. The thought almost, almost made him laugh out loud. Seriously? No, his parents wanted him here, they would have to deal with the fact that their son didn't want to be in their presence now... As mean as that may be on Sawyer's part. He nodded at her next words. He did agree... His parents did care about him, Mutant or not. He also agreed that he was a hard target while running... That was one of the things his powers were pretty good at. Running away.
"I guess I am pretty lucky... Still, they don't understand. My parents don't understand what it's like to be... different. They think they know me, they think they know what's best for me... Deep down though, I know they're terrified. They try not to act like it but they are." It was the first time an actual emotion had surfaced since he'd met Meld. Her own bitterness, the one he'd noticed while she spoke about how he at least had parents, suddenly seemed reflected in him. He was bitter... Sure, a lot of Mutants had it worse, but even if he had his parents and everything wasn't totally screwed up... He still had some problems, on a certain level.
Being a Mutant was no walk in the park for anybody. That was when Sawyer saw them. Like Meld, he too had been occasionally glancing around. Only now did he realize they weren't alone. He was used to things such as this. Well, not really, but he'd lived in Seattle, a pretty big city. He'd witnessed some bad stuff happen during his few years hanging around on the streets. He'd met some shady people and had heard some nasty stories. This was probably not going to end well, but for now... He didn't really care. He had his power to help him.
"Don't make any sudden movements, but I'm positive some people are lurking around... Just to warn you." he said, loud enough so only Meld could hear and not the people... Whoever, or whatever they were.
Posted by vampyremage on May 29, 2010 21:19:05 GMT -6
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It was a little amusing, the hope in the kid's voice at the prospect of skipping. Even if Meld had never been the kind of teenager to do much skipping, she had known more than one who was. It really was all part of being a teenager and she wasn't one to judge a little tardiness too harshly. There were so many worse things a kid could do than skip a few classes, after all. And she had done most of them.
"At least your parents are trying," Meld replied. Those were the good kind of parents, the kind that cared enough to try even if the trying sometimes fell a little short. "There are plenty of parents that wouldn't even do that. Try to give them a little slack, maybe try to make things a little easier for them." Meld tried to be encouraging and understanding. She believed what she was saying, she was rarely the type to lie, but she had never been the comforting type nor had she much experience with teenagers or children. At least this Speedman was almost an adult which made him a little easier to relate to on a personal level. "Its difficult for them knowing you're a mutant, just as its difficult for you, sometimes, being a mutant."
Meld tried and succeeded in not smirking when Speedman mentioned the people that were approaching. Clearly he hadn't realized that her tail had an eye on the end of it and that she had been aware of them for some time before. They were still approaching the pair of them and, now that they were closer, appeared to be intoxicated. Which meant, unfortunately, one of two things. Either they were intoxicated humans looking to bash some mutants or they were intoxicated mutants looking for trouble. Either option didn't exactly bode well.
Sawyer shrugged. They were trying. Yes, they were trying to control him. They were trying to protect others from him, even if he knew for a fact his ability wasn't dangerous. They were sending him to New York City for his own good, but he knew very well they just wanted him away. He'd never truly thought those thoughts about his parents before. Not to this extent anyway. It felt a little bit better to do so however. As if the bitterness and angst could be somewhat softened by the sheer fact that he wasn't keeping it all locked inside.
In general Sawyer was a good kid. He didn't smoke, he didn't do drugs, he had never killed or wanted to kill anyone and he didn't intend to. Sure, he had done a few things that weren't always right such as stealing - even if he had money to spare, sort of - and drinking. He had been part of a group of rather shady friends, tramping the streets and getting into trouble. He'd been caught twice by the authorities... Well, it would have been three, but he managed to use his ability the third time and managed to get out unseen. He was generally a good kid, a kid with ups and downs. He knew his parents, deep down, were good parents too. They also had their ups and downs, and eventually... They had the possibility of accepting their son's Mutant power.
It was still hard. "Yeah. I know." he said simply as she told him about the fact that some parents didn't even give a damn whatsoever. Some parents kicked their children out of the house for being different... Some parents were just plain a-holes. He didn't want to get into it with Meld however. He didn't usually give out so much information about himself on the first meeting. Not even on the second or third, really. This was a first for him, a first that would most likely also be his last. It hadn't been a good idea to talk to her... He wasn't being safe.
The figures were approaching. Sawyer could see their silhouettes clearly now. There were a few of them. Three, maybe four. They seemed to be stumbling around a lot - definitely wasted. They seemed physically normal however. Perhaps a little dirty, but physically? They looked human. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect though, but being the man he was, even if the woman he was with was perfectly equipped for this kind of thing, he stood in front of her. She had a better chance at saving him than he at saving her though... That however, would only deflate his ego.
Posted by vampyremage on May 29, 2010 23:39:02 GMT -6
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Meld had never liked dealing with people who were clearly intoxicated, mutant or human. When alcohol was in the system people were far less predictable than they otherwise would be and Meld very much preferred when people remained predictable. When drunk, not only were they likely to do stupid and idiotic things, something she could tolerate if only barely, but they also tended to do dangerous things without thinking of the consequences. She especially hated when those dangerous things involved physical violence against those who were far out of their league. When people were drunk they had no sense of fear, even when confronted with walking death.
As the drunken humans came ever closer one thing became clear to Meld: at least one of them was not human. This she gleaned due to the fact that every so often she spotted small objects of varying colours shooting from the palms of his hands. Curiosity and worry both finally peaking, Meld finally turned her head to look at them with her much clearer human vision, including her augmented electronic eye that allowed her far superior vision in the dark. They didn't appear to have noticed the pair of them yet, but that was likely to change very soon.
Meld blinked at the drunk mutants, because where there was one mutant there was probably more, finally realizing what the small multi couloured objects were that were flying around. They were...candies? The man, apparently could control candies. Now hopefully they would choose to bypass the two of them and mind their own business. "Be careful," Meld cautioned Speedman. "At least one of them is a mutant and I have a feeling they're going to be trouble." She kept her voice low and kept a careful eye on the situation.
They were coming closer, stumbling around, mumbling things Sawyer couldn't comprehend. To be honest, Sawyer didn't even think they'd noticed them yet. He and Meld were a mere twenty feet away at this point and they hadn't even lifted a finger at them. Eventually he did notice that there was indeed one Mutant amongst them. A Mutant who could either control... candy, or maybe had a form of Telekinesis. Then again, wouldn't he have decided to use his ability on something a little more dangerous than candies?
Oh well, it is true what they say: some people could be overly stupid while under the influence of alcohol. Maybe that was the case with this candy-controlling Mutant right here. He most likely had no idea what type of weapon could actually hurt people and what type just gave you tooth aches. Unless he had something else up his sleeve, that Mutant was harmless. It was the others who hadn't revealed their powers (If any) that bothered him a little. Still, his stone-like expression did not falter.
They were still walking closer and Sawyer wasn't entirely sure what to do. He'd never had to deal with fighting Mutants before, especially not six of them against two. He just hoped Meld knew a thing or two that he didn't. As the Mutants continued to close in on them, Sawyer couldn't help but tense up a little, readying himself for a potential fight. Sure, he'd never fought six Mutants before, but he'd done many years of boxing in the past, as well as a some martial arts training. He was a good fighter, and with his power and Meld's help... Maybe they did have a chance.
"Be careful," Meld said. He nodded once. He continued listening, although her next words didn't give him more information than he'd first acquired on his own. They both watched the group approach, and finally, when they were close enough for Sawyer to see parts of their faces, they stopped. Sawyer wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should speak. This was far out of his league, he really hadn't expected anything like this to happen on his first day in New York.
Posted by vampyremage on May 30, 2010 11:29:34 GMT -6
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It was not unexpected with the dunken mutants finally noticed Meld and Speedman and finally halted their confused stumble but it was unfortunate. It was also unfortunate that they appeared, predictably, to be hostile. "Not polite to stare," one of the men said with a sneer, words slurring. She remained silent, not wanting to antagonize them further but knowing that a confrontation was probably inevitable.
"Think we ought to teach them a lesson," one of the other men said, this one with long black hair. The others in the gang muttered their agreement, each mutually boosting the self confidence and bravado of all the others.
"Gonna be fun," Candy Man agreed, grinning sadistically. A dozen pieces of candy lifted into the air, wobbling slightly as if the intoxicated mutant wasn't quite able to control the candies fully which was probably not surprising given his less than steller mental state.
The other mutants in the gang, and by this point Meld had a feeling this was an actual gang and not just a bunch of drunk hooligans, seemed to take their cue from Candy Man, spreading out in a semi-circle around Meld and Speedman. The man with the long black hair revealed his mutation at the same time the smallest of the group revealed his. Black haired man's hair began elongating, strands merging into one another to form what appeared to be thick black wires. They continued to grow until the wires reached the ground, before raising into the air around him. Little Guy began to emit a bright red pulse from his hands and although Meld didn't know exactly what the pulse did, she was pretty sure she didn't want to have to find out.
If the other three had powers as well, then they would be in real trouble, the only thing working in their favour being that the mutants were so drunk they could barely walk straight. Meld prepared herself for the fight to come. Because they were mutants she would try to allow them to live but she was still going to make them regret their actions.
The only reaction on Sawyer's part when one of the men finally decided to speak was a slight, obnoxious smirk. He didn't reply however, knowing very well that that would only fuel whatever trigger would cause the fight, whether that was anger or the simple fact that they had nothing better to do with their night out on the town after drinking a few beers too much. They were already hostile enough however. To be honest, they could do anything at all in their intoxicated state - not that it wouldn't be sloppy, but they had no sense of fear of conscience. Add the potentially dangerous powers they may possess and you've got yourself some pretty nasty stuff.
Sawyer was hoping however, that the intoxication would also be an advantage for himself and Meld. Sure they'd want to fight, but what could they really do? They would be sloppy, tripping over each other's feet. Crossing his arms against his chest, Sawyer kept looking confidentially at them, giving out the impression that he was a skilled fighter, ready for anything. Honestly, he half-was. He wasn't necessarily ready for anything but he had done a lot of fighting in his past, whether it was as a boxer in school or in organized competitions, or out and about on the streets. He had done fighting, but never against six Mutants. The fact that they were drunk was probably the only reason he hadn't decided to run away at this point.
Yeah, he probably wouldn't have ran. It would look bad on his part, leaving Meld - armed or not - alone with them. She was still a woman, and his father had raised him to defend women and be a gentleman. No matter how pissed he was at his parents right now, he would always be a gentlemen to women. Well, most of the time. When it came to protecting them against six drunk super-powered men, that was one of those times."So, they planned on teaching them a lesson? What? How not to fight while intoxicated?" the teen thought. They were just full of themselves. Bastards.
A few seconds went by, which gave the gang enough time to spread out a little in a half-circle formation around the two. Sawyer kept his eyes on them, not even daring to look at Meld. That simple look would possibly trigger their attack. Mind you, Sawyer wasn't about to take his eyes off of them either. Meld was probably doing the same, they would be fine. He had to remind himself that these a-holes were drunk and had that much as a disadvantage. Sawyer had superhuman speed on his side. If all else was to fail, he could just grab a hold of Meld and run off... slower than he could by himself, but he wasn't about to leave Meld here, was he?
So, what was the information he had so far? Six men, all of which intoxicated. One of them, the leader it seemed, was either a Mutant who could manipulate candy or had a form of Telekinesis and just didn't have the mental capacity to know that candy was not a weapon unless the victim was a sugar-addicted child. He had also noticed that another man, one with long, dirty black hair, could manipulate his own hair. It's length seemed to change... This wouldn't be too troublesome. Sure, he had more chances of getting Sawyer to trip if he got his hair in Sawyer's way... Maybe he'd have to be careful with that one. He knew the power of another Mutant then too. The smallest, youngest one it seemed.
He was probably no older than Sawyer himself, give or take a few months. He had red light coming out of his hands. Maybe Sawyer would be wise not to go too close to him either. It didn't appear to be fire, but it was close enough. Sawyer and fire really didn't mix well. He didn't appear like it as he stood there watching the six men, but he was terrified of fire. Honestly, he would run away and never look back if a pyrokinetic was to reveal himself in the group. He had reasons though. As he watched, the fourth Mutant revealed his ability. Electricity bolts shot from his index fingers only to disappear a few seconds later.
The fifth man could apparently shift into a furry Hamster. Sawyer simply hoped it was all he could do. He wouldn't want to be mauled by a wolf who had, two seconds earlier, been a harmless critter. The final man didn't seem to have an ability at first, but when his voice boomed out: "Get them boys!" it was evident he could probably scream loud enough for an entire neighborhood and then some to hear. Overall they weren't extremely powerful. As the battle seemed to start and everyone stumbled around to try and get their hands on the two Mutants, Sawyer seemed to grow more confident inside. Almost confident enough so that it mirrored the confidence he'd let others believe he had on the outside.
Sawyer decided, at this point, to take action. What better time to do so than when everyone was coming at you? So he took a step forward, let the battle begin, bastards!
Posted by vampyremage on May 30, 2010 12:37:04 GMT -6
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Meld hoped that the speedy kid would be able to hold his own in a fight. She was good, very good, when it came to battle but two things were working against her tonight. First, their assailants were mutants which meant non-lethal damage was called for, which certainly hampered the use of many of he more lethal weapons. Second, they were far outnumbered which, intoxicated opponents or not, did not bode particularly well. If Speedy could hold his own and didn't go fleeing like a coward, they could probably get out of this with little more than minor bruises but if he left Meld on her own, things could get ugly very quickly. That eventuality would either leave her severely injured or them very much dead, neither eventuality of which she was particularly looking forward to. To his credit, however, it looked as if Speedman was willing to stick it out.
The first moments of the fight were almost comical in nature with Meld and Speedman taking defensive stances and the gang members trying, mainly unsuccessfully, to coordinate some sort of attack. A great deal of stumbling ensued as the gang tried to work out who would be charging and who would stay behind. Hamster guy was the only one to actually charge, if the stumbling approach could really be called a charge. Hair boy also took several steps closer, his hair continuing to change and morph. His greasy black wired locks, in the seconds to follow, changed colour and took on the very distinct illusion of rainbow. He sent them snaking out towards Speedman, intending, she assumed, to choke the life out of him.
The man with the red glowing hands also continued to change, or rather his red glow did, slowly taking on the form of dozens of glowing red butterflies. For a moment the butterflies fluttered around, appearing to be as drunk as the master that had just conjured them, before finally making their way towards Meld and Speedman. Once finally above them they hovered and began to...rain red glitter down upon the pair? When the glitter touched touched skin it began to itch horribly, an unusual sensation for one such as Meld who usually wasn't able to feel anything at all in her skin, and when it fell close to their noses it induced sneezing. Only with a monumental force of effort was Meld able to resist the urge to fall into a sneezing fit and start itching every inch of her flesh where the glitter fell.
At the same time the glitter began falling, Candy Man telekinetically hurled dozens of little pieces of candy. Several pinged off of Meld's metal arm and the others, if they hit flesh, she didn't notice. Meld poised herself, waiting for Mr. Hamster to get into range. He would be the easiest to deal with given that he was currently running right at her. The others might turn out to be slightly more of a challenge.
Sawyer continued to watch, now in a fighting stance, as he waited for the first actual attack. He had gathered enough information at this point to work out somewhat of a plan, but there were still some odds against him. The what ifs, the uncertainty of their powers. They could be putting a show, acting like the untrained drunks they appeared to be. Who knows whether or not they have a hidden agenda. Sawyer would have to be careful, take one step at a time. Then, maybe he wouldn't fall flat on his face.
It took a while for the gang to actually get everything in order. Even then, some were still having a hard time finding the means to walk properly, not to mention fight. So far, only the Hamster Man and Hair-elongating Mutant had some somewhat of a significant progress. They'd both made some ground... The greasy-black haired Mutant even changing his hair to the point where they looked more like colorful wires. And they were coming his way. Without a second's thought, the young teenager moved at a very rapid pace. Not to his fullest power of course, but enough so that a second later, he was already two feet out of the hair's reach.
The rainbow-haired Mutant seemed utterly dumbfounded. Still, by then something else had started happening. Although not as bad as it seemed for Meld, the glitters did have some effect on him. A few sparkles hit his skin, making him itch somewhat, but he managed to resist the urge of scratching. After a few sneezes, he managed to gain full control again, concentrating with all his might on gaining an upper hand. With all of the gang's powers together working against Sawyer and Meld, he had to admit, it was harder than he'd initially thought.
Without being the slightest bit bothered by the sudden drizzle of candy, Sawyer started to run. He ran as fast as he could until he was safely behind the attackers. They wouldn't be able to see him attack, which was exactly his point. A few seconds later the sixteen year-old speedster started running again, launching himself right at the man who could manipulate electricity. Caught off-guard and too drunk to really make sense of what was happening, the Mutant fell to the floor with Sawyer's weight, earning himself a few punches to the face. Nothing too bad, just enough so that when Sawyer got to his feet again, one man was unconscious, and would be for a few minutes at least.
Posted by vampyremage on May 30, 2010 13:09:52 GMT -6
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Speedy dealt with the electricity manipulator in rather impressive fashion. Or rather, it would have been rather impressive fashion had the man done something other than blink confusedly and fall over in a drunken heap. Still, it wasn't Speedman's fault that he was nothing more than a drunken idiot, so she decided not to hold it against the kid that his opponent hadn't exactly put up much of a fight. Eliminating one of the threats certainly increased the odds significantly though Meld hoped that maybe at least one of the others would put forth a slightly greater challenge than he had.
At that moment Mr. Hamster finally ran into range. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was currently running at someone who was covered in lethal metal blades, intent on his charge and, she could only assume, her physical elimination. Unfortunately for the furred mutant, she was both far more sober than he and far more skilled a combatant. The moment he came into range Meld lashed out with her metal tail, though she was careful to keep the deadly blades on the end closed in order to avoid any unfortunate and permanent injury. Instead, she struck him firmly on the head, causing him to crumple to the ground in a heap. He would probably have a mild concussion to add to his hangover in the morning, but such things couldn't be helped. Plus, maybe it would teach him a little something about the proper way to act. Two to one odds were looking far better for the two of them by this point.
Meld next turned her attention to the very irritating itchy butterfly man. While his powers didn't appear to be much of a threat, they were highly annoying and thus he was the next to feel her wrath. Ignoring both floating butterflies and candies that were still flying in her direction, she closed the distance between them, running at a pace faster than human. Her speed might not have come close to Speedman's but her flesh melds still increased it beyond natural levels. The butterfly man blinked before sending his little red minions at her, but by then it was too late and she bashed him in the head with the blunt part of her shield. Three enemies down and three to go.
Sawyer didn't take his time once the electricity Mutant was down. He stopped for maybe a fraction of a second to make sure Meld was handling everything on her own, and then started circling the parameters of the fighting zone. Not only did this confuse everybody, but it kept him safe... for now. It really didn't help that his eyesight was reduced to nothing, especially in this darkness. He would have to stop to see anything at all, which could be bad for many reasons. Who knows, maybe one of the remaining Mutants was waiting for him to do such a move.
Having seen the area before, Sawyer remembered a dumpster not too far from where he was almost certain he was currently positioned. Slowing down slightly to the point where he could see the Hamster Man running straight toward Meld, he hopped with a steady, cat-like demeanor about him up onto the dumpster and then a few feet higher onto the ledge of a building a good fifteen feet over the fight below. Drenched in the shadows, unseen, he was waiting, like a cat after a mouse, to pounce... All the while however, he was making sure Meld wasn't having too much trouble. So far, so good.
Electric Man down, Hamster Man down, they were slowly making the odds even. Four against two, not so bad. Then again, they were all drunk, and the two that had been taken down so far had been smaller, easier. Seeing Meld decide to go after the man that had set the butterflies and glitter upon his victims, Sawyer decided it would be best if he too got some butt kicking done. He didn't want Meld to have all of the credit, now that wouldn't be too fun, not to mention gentleman-like, on his part.
Besides, he was supposed to do the fighting, not the girl. Even if she was much more equipped than he could imagine ever being. It also helped that the Candy Man was in perfect range to be jumped onto... The sixteen year-old did just that. He landed the ten-feet jump without a problem, right onto Candy Man's back, but it appeared he had another thing coming. Candy Man was much more of a fight than the Electric Man had been. Candy was flying everywhere, and Sawyer had trouble keeping himself steady on the man's back. He managed to get a few punches in, but by the fifth one, which struck Candy Man into the jaw, Sawyer was sent tumbling down, hitting the floor with a loud 'thud'.
"Damn son of a..." the teen muttered, throwing a few pieces of candy out of the way. A few seconds later, he was on his feet again, circling the Candy Man at an unnatural speed. At first it was slower than what Sawyer was used to, but as he started to go faster and faster, wind picked up. Candy Man was getting dizzy as he tried to pinpoint where his victim was. Sawyer stopped dead, barely an inch separating himself from the Mutant. He could smell his disgusting, alcoholic breath and see the dazed, drunken eyes. One, two, three seconds later and the Candy Man was knocked unconscious too.
Posted by vampyremage on May 30, 2010 13:56:19 GMT -6
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The odds had quickly improved, going from six on two to four on two to, finally, two on two. Of course, given the mental state of the mutant gang that wasn't necessarily saying much but even so it showed that the speedster was at least competent when it came for a fight. He had remained remarkably collected and it really was quite a shame that he had shown no interest in coming to stay at Sanctuary. The Order could always use more bodies with competence and connectedness, especially young bodies with the potential to be trained both mentally and physically.
A mighty scream was let out of one of the remaining two mutants, one who's power Meld had unforgivably not managed to take into account. She put her hands up to her ears as the shear decidables of the scream caused her ears to feel like they were on fire. Distracted and dealing with pain that she normally didn't have to think twice about, the man with the rainbow hair took advantage, sending one of his wires snaking around her metal arm and tightening its grip. Trying to jerk her hand back and failing, Meld growled in fury. The screamer's power was such that it didn't matter much that he was drunk and Rainbow Hair seemed to be more sober than the others.
"You don't want to do that," Meld growled threateningly at the man currently grabbing her arm. She could see the pressure the hair was exerting and was thankful, in that moment, for the fact that her arm was made out of solid titanium and thus almost impervious to physical damage. The man seemed to have realized this fact as he sent out a second and a third wire at her, aiming one at her other arm, this one very much flesh and blood, and one at her neck. Her tail went up in a flash to intercept the one going for her neck, severing it before it managed to reach its target but the one aiming for her other arm reached its, wrapping tightly around her wrist. No way to know if it was wrapped tight enough to do any damage.