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
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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 Jul 2, 2010 17:41:09 GMT -6
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Meld didn't often go to see movies. She didn't much like being in such an enclosed area with so many strangers around and she mostly had better things to do with her time. Why would she see a movie when she could be training or planning her next raid or flesh meld? But she had made a vow, recently, that she was going to learn to curb her violence and stop her addiction in its tracks and that meant finding things to do other than training to become an ever better killer.
Having made her decision, Meld was left with the problem of figuring out exactly what she was now supposed to do with her spare time. She couldn't plan to eliminate threats to the mutant cause and she could only train so much before it became an obsession (as it had been for most of her teenage and adult life). Her art, as much as she loved it, she could only do for so long before feeling the urge to do something else.
The main reason Meld decided that, maybe, a movie would be a good thing to see had more to do with the fact that it was something normal people did, mutant or human, than it did with the fact that she actually had a great desire to go out and see a movie. As enclosed and suffocating as theaters sometimes were, at least they were dark which made it less likely for humans to recognize her as the mutant she was and cause her trouble. That would be unfortunate since trouble was exactly what she was intending to avoid.
The subway trip to the theater and the purchasing of the ticket were both rather uneventful, aside from a few dirty looks, but Meld was used to those by now. She wandered inside just as the advertisements were finishing and was relieved to find very few people inside. She sat down and prepared to at least try to enjoy the show, keeping her tail eye trained on the exit behind her, just in case.
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The air conditioning felt great. Liz wiped sweat off her brow as she walked up to the ticket booth to buy a ticket to a movie. She’d only been at the mansion for two days and was already taking time off. The sheer amount of people milling around, and the animals outside, had left her feeling slightly overwhelmed due to lack of privacy, physically or mentally. So she’d left a note on her door, explaining that she’d gone to see a movie and would be back well before ten o’clock, in case anyone wondered. She’d also left her phone number on the note, in case the faculty or someone needed to get a hold of her.
She bought her ticket and walked into the correct theater. She had no idea what the movie was about or what its reviews were, but the title had sounded decent. As she sat in a seat, with no refreshments or anything, Lizzy took the chance to take a deep breath. The movie would hopefully provide a nice distraction from the stress of adapting to totally new surroundings and would maybe remind her of home. It was a long shot, but hopefully.
She was located at the end of an aisle, closer to the front of the theater than the back. As the first previews began, Liz took a quick look around the room. There weren’t many people, and that was good. With her luck, large groups of people normally found themselves magnetized to her and tended to keep talking or popcorn-throwing the entire movie. Maybe New York won’t be as bad as I thought, Beth thought as she snuggled down to enjoy the show.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 2, 2010 19:46:25 GMT -6
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Meld wasn't too sure what the movie was supposed to be about except that it had explosions on the poster so she assumed it was some kind of action flick. She sat near the back of the theater, close to an exit because one never knew when it might be important to make a quick escape.
As the movie itself began, Meld gradually began to relax and lose herself in the movie. It was pretty good, nothing worthy of an Oscar but the special effects were well done and the story was passable. All in all it was proving itself to be a rather positive and enjoyable experience and one that Meld thought she might just have to repeat int he future. It was a good safe hobby that allowed her to get her mind off of her problems and cravings.
Meld didn't immediately notice anything wrong. Although her flesh melded eye allowed her to see easily in the darkness of the theater, her tail eye which she was presently using to watch the exit, could see only as well as a regular eye. Every so often someone entered or left so it didn't immediately strike her as being unusual when a man in dark clothing entered and remained standing near the doorway. It wasn't until she noticed a second man, similarly dressed, standing near one of the front exits that she realized that something wasn't right.
Not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that she was aware that something funny was going on, Meld disengaged her attention from the movie and swiveled her tail, finding a man at each exit. She cursed the lack of lighting which made it impossible for her to pick out any details, such as the rather important detail as to whether or not they were armed. She remained seated and tense, poised in preparation of action.
Meld counted a total of 4 men, one standing guard at each exit. The fifth man was impossible to miss as he made his way purposefully to the front of the theater, halting in front of the screen. He was most certainly armed with a machine gun aimed at the crowd of people. "We want the one known as Meld. Give her to us and no one has to get hurt."
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Beth was entranced in the movie, almost wishing she had a box of popcorn. The action was awesome! The fighting sequences were fast-paced and very realistic. The one or two romance scenes were heart-fluttering. And the heroine had an awesome sense of humor. She sat on the edge of her seat, waiting with baited breath for the next part.
Then, about midway through the movie, the plot twisted in a most dramatic an epic way. An armed man stepped forward and demanded the release of a person named Meld. Then his machine gun flared as the light from the projection changed and caught a different angle. Liz gasped as she realized the person was 3D, and very much so not part of the movie.
She quickly glanced around in fright, noticing a similarly armed person at either of the front exits. She didn't look in the back but figured that there were more back there. Even if there weren't it wouldn't do her any good, being stuck in the front with the gunmen. Then, once she'd analyzed her situation, Liz did the only thing she could. She panicked. She locked up in fear and completely froze, barely even daring to breathe, as if the gunmen would shoot her down for that, and she wouldn't put it past them.
Unbeknownst to her, at least a dozen flies and assorted insects and spiders began flying and crawling around the room, driven into a panic as if their lives depended on it, much like the mood of the resident animal empathy. But, very well knownst to her, her mother, all the way in New Jersey, picked that time to call and check up on her daughter. Her daughter who had forgotten to turn off her cell phone.
A cold chill ran down Elizabeth’s paralyzed spine as “The Eye of the Tiger” began blaring at top volume, immediately attracting the attention of just about everyone in the room.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 2, 2010 20:41:43 GMT -6
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Meld didn't much care about the humans sitting all around her. As far as she was concerned, human lives meant next to nothing. Oh, she bore no real ill will towards the human civilians who were caught in the middle of the drama surrounding mutant rights, but when it came down to it they were merely human and thus not worth risking her life over. The problem was that she didn't know if any of them were more than human and a mutant life was worth saving, even if a human life wasn't. There was no way to be certain that a mutant was not hidden among the crowd which meant, unfortunately, that she would have to try to save her life while avoiding the deaths of anyone else. Either that or she would have to force any hidden mutants to reveal themselves.
Thinking quickly, Meld realized that if there were any mutants in the crowd they would do whatever they could to protect themselves and, in the case of mutants, that normally meant the use of powers. The trick, then, would be to give them enough time to utilize their powers and thus reveal their true nature. Doing so would likely put them in further danger given the fact that the men were obviously anti-mutant (because there wasn't any other reason to come after her, personally) but there was no getting around that. Either no mutants would reveal themselves and thus all the lives within the theater would be, sadly, forfeit, or one or more would in which case Meld would stick around and defend them.
Somewhere in the theater a cell phone rang and Meld was thankful, in that instant, that she had remembered to turn hers off. "You," the man in the front with the machine gun gestured towards a 6th man, previously unnoticed, who was standing near the back of the theater, "bring the woman to me."
Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Meld ducked down onto her hands and knees, hiding in the isles. Only her tail eye remained above chair level, allowing her to maintain her vision of what was going on around her. With any luck she'd be able to sneak up on one or two of them men and pick them off before the others had a chance to react. Hopefully she wouldn't have to take on them all. Hopefully it would be proven that there were no mutants to protect. Her own life she knew she could save, things got complicated if she was also forced to play protector and hero.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 2, 2010 21:02:40 GMT -6
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”You, bring the woman to me.”
Her heart and lungs froze, as if the man in the front had the cryokinetic ability to do such things with a glance. Then, a massive arm clamped down on either one of her own arms and suddenly she was being hoisted up in the air, making her temporarily remember her dad doing much the same when she was a little girl.
Her flashback shattered as she was roughly set on the floor again, this time on her feet and out of the aisle. Then a giant paw prodded her back and she stumbled forward towards the boss-guy. Each step made her legs feel like lead and her feet feel like they were in concrete blocks. Her cell phone quickly shut off once it was smashed against the wall, striking her as a remarkably intriguing display of sparks, metal shards, silicon fragments, and plastic fragments and how unusually crude methods were highly effective at disabling complicated bits of technology.
Then she was standing right in front of the guy. The guy who was surely going to kill her with his big gun. Just because she’d left her phone on and her mom had called. She looked up at him and almost had to strain her neck. The man was built like a brick wall. Tall, solid, and very strong-looking. “Wha-what do ya wa-want from-from m-m-me-e-e?” she practically blubbered, stammering and fighting back the tears that were sure to come. It seemed like her life was flashing before her eyes, like the movie was still playing on the screen above the guy’s head.
And in that moment of clarity, a terrified fly landed on her nose. Then her body collapsed, falling flat on its face, despite the sixth man’s attempt to catch her.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 2, 2010 21:26:09 GMT -6
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Meld didn't know how much her enemies knew about her. Her blades and metal limbs were common knowledge, of course, but her enhanced vision was the question mark. Did they realize she could see in the dark better than any of them could? Or that her tail, bladed and deadly as it was, also had the extra advantage of a third eye? She coudln't recall any news stories specifically mentioning either thing, but she hadn't seen all there was to see about her and there was no telling where her new enemies had gotten their information. She knew, however, that there would be no pretending to be someone who she wasn't and that most, if not all, of the humans currently residing in the theater would give her up in an instant.
The other patrons, around a dozen at Meld's best guess, mostly reacted in stunned shock. There was panicked muttering at the first appearance of the man with the gun and a girl near the front could he heard silently sobbing, but beyond that there was silence. So far no heroes had come forth, either to try and apprehend Meld and give her to the thugs or to try and stop the thugs themselves. Nor had anyone spontaneously manifested any mutant powers, a good sign in her opinion. With any luck it would stay that way and she'd only have to kill once in order to ensure her safe escape.
Crawling silently on her hands and knees and thankful for the continued noise that the movie provided, Meld slowly made her way to the edge of the isle. She halted there, momentarily, altering her stance from that of a crawl to that of a crouch. From there it was a matter of timing, waiting until her target glanced away. In that moment Meld sprang to her feet, wrapping her tail around the man's neck and squeezing, cutting off his air supply. He let out a gurgle, unheard over the sound of the movie, before she dropped him to the ground, very much dead.
Once more Meld dropped to a crouching position, retreating back to the edge of the isle, behind the chairs. "I want you to be my hostage to draw out the mutant scum," the man growled. Clearly he didn't know as much about Meld as he thought he did, if he expected her to risk her life for a mere human. In that moment the hostage passed out from the stress of the entire situation. Meld prepared herself to flee, now that the only guard standing between herself and safety and freedom lie dead a few feet away and given that no mutants had revealed themselves.
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Although her body was lying prone, Liz herself was flying free. Yes! It worked! she thought, her excitement temporarily overriding her fear. The fly zipped through the air, circling her natural body a few times. It was unbelievable! Not only had she intentionally activated her power of…brain stealing? but she’s also managed to tap into pure bliss! The fly had no boundaries. Upside-down was sideways was right side-up. Standing still was as easy as zipping along faster than the human eye could follow. It was incredible.
And then she passed by the boss-guy’s face. Even though the fly had compound vision, Elizabeth somehow could understand it. And she was ticked. With but a thought, the panic in the fly’s mind had vanished and been replaced by anger. Which didn’t really cause any reaction in it. But maybe that was because she was controlling it. She knew there were other creatures in the room; she could sense their emotions, although strangely enough, they seemed much weaker. But it didn’t matter to her. With a focused thought, Elizabeth sent a single emotion to every creature in the room. Anger. Then she took herself in.
In half a second, she was perched on the man’s stubbly lip, easily grappling to it due to the fly’s claws. In another half a second, she’d propelled the little bug straight up. Into his nose. Dozens, if not hundreds, of hard bars assaulted her and resisted her efforts but she was determined. She pulled and jerked her tiny exoskeletoned frame through swamps of goo and forests of hairs. Then, when she’d gotten in as far as possible, she broadcasted one more feeling. Mate.
She wedged her body in tight and then mentally located her real body. Beth had no idea how did it, she just knew where her body was. And she knew that that is where she wanted to be. Every single sense cut off and every single bodily functions disconnected from Elizabeth’s mind as she removed herself from the fly. Basing it on a hunch and a gut feeling, Liz let herself go, as if she had another choice.
In a disorienting rush of sensory data, Liz suddenly blinked and sat up then wished she hadn’t. The room began tilting and spinning and she fell back. She noticed something though. Either the boss had grown a thick beard and mustache in the last minute or so, or the call of the wild was stronger than she’d ever imagined.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 3, 2010 11:48:39 GMT -6
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It was rather fortunate that Meld had made the decision to take one last look at the unfortunate hostage before deciding to make her exit from the theater. Had she not she would have missed the very un-fly like display and not come to the realization that there was, in fact, a mutant among the crowd and a mutant in rather serious danger at that. The remarkable little fly flew right into the man's nose, causing him to yell and clutch at his nose in shock and pain. At that moment the woman came back to life and began once again moving.
"Hey, you, what did you do to that man?!" The thug that had first gotten the hostage stalked up to the woman, waving his machine gun threatneingly. If there was ever a time to act, Meld realized, it was now. If there was ever a time when she really (really) didn't want to act it was now. Her instinct for self preservation went hand in hand with her intense dislike of guns, especially guns that could shoot more bullets in a minute than she could possibly count. However, her duty was clear: there was a mutant in danger and she had to save that mutant. No mere human was going to kill one of her own.
"Hey, I'm over here!" Meld popped her head up above the level of the chairs, holding her shield (which felt inadequately small) in front of her, drawing the attention of the thugs. Hopefully the woman would be smart enough to take advantage of her distraction. At the moment she popped her head up, hails of bullets aimed in her direction began and people began screaming. Several struck her shield before she had a chance to duck back down behind the chairs, ricocheying off of it. The smell of blood filled the air as one, and possibly more, of the bystandards were hit by the bullets. Now would begin a deadly game of cat and mouse. Meld grabbed the discarded machine gun of the man she had all ready killed and began praying to a god she didn't believe in.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 3, 2010 12:21:50 GMT -6
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My life is over, Beth thought as the man who’d grabbed her originally came up to her. She cringed and futilely put her arms over her head, as if that would protect her from anything the guy was going to do. She closed her eyes and began making some fast prayers, knowing that she was about to get shot. And then, a woman cried out, announcing her presence. It had to have been the person they were looking for, this Meld person.
Then the theater exploded like the fourth of July. Automatic gunfire blasted from four different directions, all aiming towards the spot where Liz had heard the woman’s voice. Like a couple of the other people, she screamed. Then she opened her eyes and realized: this was the best chance of escape she was going to get. Trying to take advantage of all the chaos around her, and hoping the men were single-mindedly determined to kill the woman, Liz rolled over and began crawling towards the wall. It was a lot harder than it sounded. The room kept twisting and pitching as she crawled, threatening to knock her over. Something had affected her balance and made her dizzy. But she couldn’t think on that now. Especially with bullets flying everywhere and hitting everything.
By the time she made it to the wall, her balance had returned but she didn’t stand up. That would’ve made her a pretty good target, even though nobody was specifically aiming at her. She began edging her way towards a door by the bottom. There was a man there, but he wasn’t very close and his attention was clearly fixed on the woman…who seemed to have a shield attached to her arm. Weird. But Liz didn’t focus too much on that.
In another minute or so, she made it to the door. She was now about six feet behind the hitman and standing adjacent to a trash can. With a hand on the door, she took one last look. And her conscious froze her feet. The woman was not dead or captured, yet was surrounded by guys with machine guns. And Liz seemed to be the only one who could help.But what can I do? I’m useless. And what if someone shoots ME?
She made up her mind. She ran three steps and placed her hands on the man’s back, using her momentum and full body weight to push the man forward several steps, causing him to flip over a chair and bang his head on the arm of another.
Then she was out of there. She fled through the exit.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 3, 2010 21:02:55 GMT -6
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If there was one time for Meld to be thankful for the eye at the end of her tail it was now because it was the only reason she was able to have any chance at all of surviving this deadly game of cat and mouse. Without it she would have been forced to peek her head up above the line of the chairs and each and every time she did so she would have been placing her life in danger. It wasn't perfect, given that everything was tinged in red, it didn't allow for any better vision in the dark than a regular eye and it didn't have any depth perception, but in those moments of intense gunfire she was grateful for it.
The screams of the terrified and dying humans could be heard all around Meld. While crawling on the ground, trying to get closer to the mutant woman who she had inadvertently caused to be put in danger, she came upon a young man, also trying to crawl for his life. Without a second thought, Meld plunged her clawed hand into his chest, forcing titanium through bone. The man gasped as blood began to burble out of the gaping wound and his eyes widened in mute shock. He had not expected to die from the mutant on the ground, he had expected to die, if anything, from the mad thugs wielding machine guns. Had she not killed him, however, he may have given up her position.
Meld switched the machine gun into her metal hand and held it up above the chairs, aiming with the eye on the end of the tail. Pressing the trigger, bullets flew through the air, striking another of the thugs as well as another human. Two down and five to go. Lifting her finger off of the trigger, she also noticed that the woman was swiftly making her way to the exit of the theater, which meant that Meld could finally make her own exit. The police would, she knew, be coming soon, alerted not only by the massive amount of gunfire but also by the fact that with so many people around, at least one of them surely would have called the cops. Cops were about the last thing she wanted to deal with.
Coming to the edge of the row of seats, Meld knew that this was going to be the most dangerous part of her flight, the short area of space between the protective cover of the chairs and the safety of the exit. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the button on the gun and began running, sprinting the 10 or so feet to the exit. The move was, thankfully, unexpected and she was half way to the exit before the guns of her enemies were turned on her. Just as she made it to the door, her own gun clicked empty and she discarded it. Bullets could be heard bouncing off her shield but she didn't think any actually struck her or, if they did, the wounds weren't serious enough to slow her down. The exit, and safety, were finally in sight.
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Liz ran out of the theater and pushed through a small group of people as she headed towards the lobby. Surprisingly, there were quite a few people there, despite what was happening in the room she had just vacated. But the thought didn’t register in her mind. The only thing that did was a scene of the gunman she’d pushed walking out of the theater and gunning her down. She ran even faster, tucking her arms in and pulling her head down, nearly running a few people over. She just had to get out.
She practically flew out of the front doors, her earlier moment of clarity gone with the wind. Panic and fear were controlling her actions. As she streaked over the concrete sidewalk, clouds of grey and white exploded out of trees and off buildings as dozens and dozens of pigeons felt her fear and flew into a panicked frenzy. The birds rose and dove, cawed and cooed, flapped and flew in their irrational fear of …something, heavily mimicking Elizabeth’s own actions. Dogs began barking and whimpering, pulling at their owners’ leashes in order to hide or get away. Fear was a powerful thing.
Suddenly the sidewalk was crowded with people. Pushing aside her normal caring self, Beth pushed and shoved at people, fighting her way through the crowd. She was certain she knocked people over but it didn’t matter at the moment. It also never occurred to her that she was also making such a clear that that a blind old lady in a wheelchair could follow it.
The empathy came to a corner and crossed the street without so much as a glance either way. By some divine force, cars zipped by but none of them touched her. But that danger didn’t compare with the danger she felt from that gunman, or any of the gunmen, really. They’d all had a pretty good look at her face. She needed to hide. She hit the other side of the street and looked up. Great, a bookstore. She pushed the door open and ran inside, hardly noticing how people stared/glared at her as she ran to the back.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 4, 2010 11:10:35 GMT -6
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Meld wasn't sure if any of the gunmen were going to follow her into the main part of the theater building, nor did she particularly care. The most important thing was getting out with her life in tact. They had proven themselves to be willing to sacrifice their own kind in order to try and get at her. Hopefully, however, they wouldn't be willing to do so in quite so public an area as the outside of the theater, not only because there were far more potential victims there, but also because the much better lighting ensured that their faces would be open and obvious for all to see. How ironic would it be for them to be the bad guys going after the mutant killer.
Blood dotted Meld's tail and arm blades but she had managed to avoid getting so much blood on her as to look like a walking horror story. Once out of the theater she didn't stop running until she was outside, pushing away anyone that got in her path. A blink of her tail eye confirmed that the gunmen were either not going to come after her at that time or were waiting for the right opportunity to do so. She didn't yet hear any sirens but knew they were inevitably coming. Bursting outside, the first thing she did was climb to the nearest roof top. There were far too many people for comfort, far too many witnesses and it was far to bright outside. There was a reason her most active times were usually in the middle of the night.
As soon as Meld had made her way to the rooftop she realized that something wasn't right with the wildlife in the area. Birds and dogs alike were freaking out as if some unseen terror was out to get them all. She could only assume that it must be because of the mutant woman she had seen fleeing from the theater and it was her duty to check and see if the woman was all right. It wasn't difficult to track where the woman had run off to, all she had to do was follow the panicked animals.
Meld caught a glimpse of a woman who she was pretty sure was her target, entering a bookstore. Although going into a public place was very low on the things that she currently wanted to do, Meld's duty was clear. The gunmen had gone to that theater in order ot do away with her and because of that she had inadvertently put the mutant woman in danger. Therefore it stood that she had to help her as much as she was able, which meant having to enter the bookstore. Hoping the blood on her blades wasn't too obvious, Meld opened the door and went inside.
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Beth rapidly slowed her pace, suddenly realizing that a running girl attracted quite a bit of attention. She didn’t want attention. She wanted anonymity. The few browsers barely glanced at her once she did so. A single teenager who was out of breathe and looking a bit crazed in the eye was nothing compared to what these hardcore residents commonly saw on a day to day basis. Using this increase in cover, Liz walked straight to the farthest corner from the door. There, she could relax, take a breather, and then figure out what to do next.
She found the back corner and would’ve laughed under any other circumstances. The wall on one side of the corner listed books dealing with paranormal phenomenon, like psychic stuff, and the other wall contained many field guides and encyclopedias on animals. But these were not ordinary circumstaqnces. Instead, she merely found them to be slightly comforting and offering a great place to remain undetected by any gunmen on the streets looking for her.
She huddled down in the corner, making sure that the only way anyone could see her was if they stood directly at the end of either of two aisles. She was safe, to a degree.
Then the shock vanished and Liz dropped her head to her drawn up knees, tears running down her cheeks as she began crying. The drama and all that had happened began ctaching up with her, once her survival autopilot had relinquished control. Had she seen people killed? She was certain that there had been blood in several spots. But she’d been focused on saving her own butt and hadn’t really taken full stock of the situation. Could she have done more? The guilt tore at her. Yes, there had been screams. She was certain of it. Screams that she’d never heard before, but slightly similar to ones she’d heard in horror films.
She heaved and sobbed as guilt, terror, sadness for the others, and dread overwhelmed her. In fact, she was practically lost to the world, not even noticing when the door opened again and a metallic sound on tile could be heard from location.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 4, 2010 20:58:21 GMT -6
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There were some definite advantages to being a mutant cyborg literally bristling with blades. One of them was the fact that, after a death glare, very few people were willing to comment on the fact that she still had blood on a couple of those blades. So long as she didn't cause any trouble (hopefully) no one would bother to call the police on her. Living in New York City, residents were used to seeing unusual mutants around, or at least more used to such sights than most other cities since they tended to congregate in the area. Therefore Meld was reasonably confident that she would be safe here, at least long enough to find the mutant girl and make sure she was all right.
Upon entering the book store it only took Meld a couple of death glares for people to get the idea that she wasn't about to accept any trouble from them. She was here for her own reasons and no, she didn't appreciate anyone asking what those reasons might be. Thankfully people got the idea and made sure to give her a wide berth. At times the reactions of the humans around her could be various shades of irritating, but today she was grateful for it.
Lifting her tail far above her head, Meld blinked the eye at the end of it, trying to spot the woman from earlier. It didn't take her long to find her, curled up and crying in the corner. Her heart went out to the girl. Not only was she a mutant, difficult enough all on its own in a world run by humans, many of whom hated their kind, but the entire events of the day must have been traumatic for the poor girl. She didn't appear equipped to deal with such stresses.
Meld walked over to the young mutant, making sure to make some noise to ensure she didn't scare the girl. "Hey, are you all right?" She spoke loud enough for the woman to hear but, hopefully, not so loud that others would. She wasn't much for being comforting, but she was going to try her best. After all, the woman was a mutant and therefore one of her people. It was her responsibility to protect her.