The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Naveed turned and listened to the girl. "I dont mean that..." he said referring to the hypontized people. "I mean... did he allready have you identified as a mutant?"
He looked back out. "So it doesn't care about humans?" he asked. "Are you sure? Sounds like bad publicity to me if a stalker takes two mutants out in a public place with lots of humans around. Sounds like something the government would want to avoid- isn't that why they started the communtiy service act for the mutants in the camps?" Naveed had watched it on TV in the motel.
He looked back at the girl again, he had to admit, she was kinda cute. One of those fiery red heads who looked even cuter when she was Mad. "I'm Naveed." He said. "And as much as our little game was fun fishy, I don't feel like going to the camps or letting you end up there either."
He grabbed one of the hats off the table that had a long flowing blonde wing attatched underneath. He held it in his hands a moment. "My sister is int he camps- and If I have any hope of getting her out I need to be out here." he looked back out the door again. No sign. Then again, Stalker woudln't leave a sign. "we need to seem inconspicious." He said looking at the hat. "You seem to know more about these things than I do." he stuck the hat on his head. It may have bee a cheesy look- but Naveed did look like a different person. He took stock of the place. There were nic-naks here and there. "Don't suppose I could convince the clerk to let us take a few items free..." he half joked rumidging through. He found a bizzar looking doll that he wrapped in a flowy purple scarf. He also found a hideous tie-dyed shirt. "Feel like being the hippy momma so we can get out of this place unnoticed?" he asked passing her the doll with a playful smerk. Of course dressinng up at first seemed like a great way to stand out, but looking around at the other mall goers Naveed didn't think his lack of fashion sense was too far off. He could always 'convince' a few people to walk along side them as well. Maybe some kids so they could look like a family. The stalker really coudlnt attack if they had human children with them- that would be insanely bad publicity.
"I dont mean that... I mean... did he allready have you identified as a mutant?"
"Yeah, something like that." By that point Vibe was sufficiently distracted, enough to forget to mouth words along with her sythesized voice, so the voice seemed to come from around her.
"So it doesn't care about humans? Are you sure? Sounds like bad publicity to me if a stalker takes two mutants out in a public place with lots of humans around."
Vibe shot him a jaundiced glance. "They took out an entire homeless shelter to get to a few mutants. What does that sound like to you?" Yes, she left out a few crucial details, like the fact that the mutants had fought back, and taken a chunk out of the NYPD at the same time. But she wasn't in the business of making the Stalkers look good.
"Sounds like something the government would want to avoid- isn't that why they started the communtiy service act for the mutants in the camps?"
"Community service? What community service?" She hadn't been paying attention to the news lately, instead either working on her lyric rearrangements or fuming about her borrowed wardrobe.
"I'm Naveed. And as much as our little game was fun fishy, I don't feel like going to the camps or letting you end up there either."
"Call me 'fishy' again, and I'll let the Stalker take you anyway, and not feel guilty about it," she grumbled. "Name's Vibe." Niceties could be dealt with later, if they both made it out of this mess. Then she would decide whether to be grateful or irritated.
"My sister is int he camps- and If I have any hope of getting her out I need to be out here."
Vibe's frown dissipated a bit. "Same here." All right! All right. So they had something in common after all. She supposed she could put aside the irritation for the time being.
"You seem to know more about these things than I do. Don't suppose I could convince the clerk to let us take a few items free... Feel like being the hippy momma so we can get out of this place unnoticed?"
Vibe cringed. "Ugh! Forget fashion disaster.... This is a full-scale catastrophe...." Unfortunately, he was right. Garish apparel was good for a few passing looks, but people tended to ignore such after oogling for a few seconds. This was New York, after all. Neither of them had obvious mutations, so the Stalkers shouldn't take any but the barest notice.
She hoped.
Shaking her head, Vibe donned a set of the awful prints and fabrics. "Amp would die if she saw this...." she groaned.
Looking around she tried to set things straight in her mind. "I don't know a whole about them, but I don't think they can tell a mutant just on sight. I think they track power use though, which means I can't use my song to get us out. Looks like you're on your own for finding us some 'help'." She paused for a moment, then pulled Echo out of her pocket.
>Stay here, sweetie, until we're gone. We don't want it tracking you to us.< Echo squeaked, and shivered, then obediently flutter up to the ceiling, where it clung to an overhead display.
Vibe motioned to Naveed. "You find us some volunteers. I'll see if I can find tall, metal and ugly.
She walked to a nearby corner, and placed her hand on the floor. Without Amp it would be difficult, but the girls' abilities to pick up vibrations were individual, not dependent. Buzzing filled her senses in a rush, giving her a momentary high. She giggled, then set about the slow work of identifying and eliminating the various sounds of mall life, trying to locate the Stalker's presence.
Naveed nodded. "Yeah, looks like they're trying to seem more humane. " he commented on the camps before they jumped topics again. "I'm hoping to spot Raina there. Your sister is there too. This is awful. More reason why we need to escape this stalker." he shook his head. "Back where I come from people fight using true ability. They don't hide behind robots and machines or guns, you'd be a godess there. You and your sister."
He was glad to finally get her name, and reserved to call her fishy one more time when the danger was over. For now he donned the best hippie-esq costume he could. Afterall, he learned from Raina.
As she crouched down to see if she could feel the stalker Naveed again had to remark on her powers. So much like his own. He wondered what she was like at full throttle with her sister. He coudln't imagine two of them. Were they similiar or different? He and Raina were so very different.
He found enough of an outfit and reminded the clerk of how they had a 'store credit' and that settled that. He headed out infront of the store knowing full well the Stalker shouldn't be able to identify his ability. Hopefully he didn't look like the same person. Then Naveed started approaching people.
Within moments about 5 new friends had suddenly remembered they were old buddies with Naveed and were so happy to catch up. They were all similiar in age and then a couple with a young baby joined in as well. Naveed held conversations with them feeding them a script here and there.
"Of course you remember my wife," he motioned. "V.... victoria. She's got the baby with her today."
"Oh of course your darling baby!" said the mother from the couple. "Oh and how it's grown."
The small talk continued until Naveed tipped his hat to Vibe to let her know he was ready when she was. This was about to get interesting.
"Yeah, looks like they're trying to seem more humane. I'm hoping to spot Raina there. Your sister is there too. This is awful. More reason why we need to escape this stalker. Back where I come from people fight using true ability. They don't hide behind robots and machines or guns, you'd be a godess there. You and your sister."
A smug smirk crossed Vibe's face. Naveed went up two notches on her scale, simply by both having, and being worried about, a sister in the Camps, and by appealing to the redhead's vanity. She visibly preened.
"I could be a godess here, any time I wanted, if it weren't for those stupid metalheads," she retorted.
While Naveed went to gather 'friends', Vibe gave up her search. There were so many machines in the mall, she was having trouble pinpointing the one she needed. Instead she settled herself in front of the mirror. It didn't matter that her life was in danger; if she had to wear this awful junk, she had to at least make it look halfway decent. She stuffed a few small, and valuable-looking, items in her pockets. Maybe she could pawn them later, when things died down a bit.
Now to make sure 'later' came....
"Of course you remember my wife, V.... victoria." Vibe turned to see Naveed leading in his 'old friends'. "She's got the baby with her today."
"Oh of course your darling baby! Oh and how it's grown."
>Baby? Oh.... right, baby. Baby.... Where'd I put that thing?<f>< She looked around for that garrishly-colored, scarf-wrapped doll. She picked it up and used the scarf to tie it to her back, like a papoose.
"Yeah, sure. Grown a lot, hasn't it? Shouldn't we be leaving now? Dear." It was a good thing they were under Naveed's control; Vibe never would have fooled anyone in their right mind.
As the group moved out into the hall, the humans chattered away about how good it was to see old friends. She made the token "Yeah," "Uh huh," and "Sure, whatever," when appropriate. As expected, odd and curious glances came their way once in a while, but for the most part the rest of the humans ignored the little clump of people. She relied on her ears rather than her eyes to identify the Stalkers approach, guessing it would be cloaked.
With her senses wide open, the Stalkers first screech sent a chill down her spine, freezing her in her tracks. She inhaled sharply.
"What's the matter Victoria?" One of the lady's asked her, just as the second shriek reached her. Vibe shuddered.
"Nothing, nothing." But she rubbed vigorously at her ear. "Just a hair tickling my ear. It sure is cold in here, isn't it?" She added to cover the shiver that shook her tiny frame. She rubbed her arms to smooth out the goosebumps.
She turned to identify the direction the screams had come from.
Naveed furrowed his brows. "Aren't all of your ears itchy too?" he ordered to the group of people.
"Oh my yes!" "Now that you mention it..." "Must be the air conditioning!"
Naveed nodded and rubbed at his ears just like the others. They coudln't be a step out of place. He had no way of knowing the Stalker was searching them out but knowing they were on it's radar he wasn't going to take anything lightly. If Vibe scratched at her ear, they all did. Anything to keep her from being noticed.
He adjusted his hat. "what do you think it is?" he whispered. "Stalker?" he'd pretty much figured out that with a name like vibe and such melodic noises- her powers must be based in sound like Rainas. He wonderd if they'd met before, theyd be interesting as a team or trio if Vibe's sister has similiar powers. Naveed never thought much about what side each mutant might be on- because everyone mutant seemed like a possible mind control victim to him when he thought about overthrowing his home tribe.
His mnd lost in thought he continued on the small chatter with the people while waiting for Vibe to deciever the sound.
"You know we ought to take the bus." said one of th friends. Naveed thought it over. Another public place, lots of people... but this one moving so not as easy for escape. However... it could get them some place if Vibe knew a safe place.
'it could be an option. I think Victoria may be tired and to be honest I do believe the air conditioning is getting to me. Don't see why they blast the damn thing even in the cool of winter"
Vibe let out a terrified squeak as a third scream sounded nearly right by her ear.
"Very amusing mutant but you cannot hide from me. You will surrender!"
Vibe gasped again and ducked away. The doll was torn from her back, only briefly halting her flight. The calm, hypnotic song again began to fill the immediate area. But Vibe herself was so shaken up, she couldn't find her voice to issue a command. She shrunk away, all confidence and attitude gone.
All she could see was the monster that had taken her sister, towering overhead.
Naveed lept infront of Vibe with his arms spread eagle. Since there was no point in staying in costume anymore he dropped the hat and glared at the bot. He knew he couldn't take out the bot- even a self centered mutant like him knew that was impossible... but he still had the advantage of being seemingly human. As long as he didn't use his powers in a too obvious way. "Get out of here!" he yelled to the group of people that were previously under his control. They snapped out of their trance and took off.
Naveed pulled his walking staff from his belt- it wasn't like a piece of wood could do much to the bot but it might help him out. It was then that the security guards showed up.
"What the hell is going on?! I thought we had an agreement with the mayor that these things wernt to come in here without some sort of notice." growled a pudgey guard.
"yeah you stupid bot!" yelled his taller partner. "You can't just chase mutants down in broad daylight. You're suppose to alert us so we can evacuate the staff and humans."
The two guards were being pretty gutsy. In truth even if Naveed joined them none of them stood a chance, but this wasn't the first time the mall had to deal with this and now various managers and business owners were showing up from the various stores.
"what's the deal! All my customers just left screaming..." "what's going on are we closing early?" "there better be some sort of emergency,"
Naveed had to silently laugh. He wasn't even doing anything this time. it just went to show that even the humans were growing tired of this whole thing. A crowd was developing and getting pretty big as the security guards and staff and even some passerbys started to watch. Some had never seen a stalker before, others saw them far too often.
"Now Bot there was a contract. If there are to be any raids in the mall you were to let us know first. We haven;t had any mutant interferances in a while... I don't see why there is a need of you"... the man continued on with his lecture (Vibe, Stalker, feel free to RP the various people)
Naveed stole his chance to get Vibe away and while the group was closing in a little fearlessly on the Stalker he grabbed Amp's arm and pulled her away. Again he hoisted her up and used the blockage of the crowd to escape. "Sorry Just faster this way." he added sprinting through the halls.
"I've got an idea!" after looking behind himself to make sure they wernt yet being followed he dashed into a drug store and reminded the clerk how he owed Vibe a set of ear plugs. He passed them to her. "Wont do much against the bot, but hopefully will help a little. Let's keep on the move. Any great ideas where we'll be safe?"
Once again, Vibe found herself propelled out of danger by Naveed, with humans filling in to make the gap larger. By the time he set her down, and handed her the earplugs, the fear had worn off and turned to anger; at herself, for freezing, and the Stalker, for making her freeze up.
"Wont do much against the bot, but hopefully will help a little."
"They won't help at all," Vibe snapped, giving vent to her frustration. "I'm fine. I just didn't expect it to jump us so fast." She moved to the wall, and placed her hand on the metal of the door frame. She cast her awareness to where the Stalker had last been. If she could just get a fix on its sound pattern, she could hear it coming next time.
Hopefully.
"Let's keep on the move. Any great ideas where we'll be safe?"
She frowned. "No," she admitted reluctantly. "I get the feeling it can track my voice. Or at least my song. The last time it chased us, we couldn't get away...." She gulped. "I think they said that it can only track by sight or sound.... I can't remember."
She looked around, feeling very much like a mouse in a dead-end maze. "Okay, maybe.... It's tracking me, right? But it doesn't know about you. I don't think. Can you order people to keep it busy, or to attack it? If enough of them distracted it, maybe we can get out of its sight range?"
Vibe wished she'd paid more attention in the briefing meeting two months ago, instead of growing angry over the planning. She also regretted leaving that ugly watch in her car. She'd have even been happy to see Hunter's goon squad right now, if it meant she could get away unscathed.
Forget this; if she got out of this mess, she was going online shopping from now on!
Naveed listened thoughtfully and nodded. If only there was some place safe on his end he could take her. What were the possibilities? Take her to the artic? Yeah right! He shook his head and sighed. "If only we could desguise your voice somehow." he said half heatidly thinking his way through the dilema. He felt stupid now for the whole thing, and responsbile. He'd never live to find Raina if they got caught.
"We can't lose hope yet" he murmered. "Our sisters are counting on us." he tried to think "You have to think Vibe, where would be the least likliest place a stalker would find you? If we can get you there then we stand a chance... we could find some way to disguise you." Naveed could have easily walked away at this point. The bot wasn't after him. It was true he was wrestling with his instinct. Every part of him told him to just split. What was one more mutant in the camps? But thats just it. What WAS one more mutant in the camp? It was something Naveed coudln't think about.
He turned and lept behind the counter of his new 'friend' and grabbed the PA mic. "Attention shoppers, there is a free cruise give away to the first 100 shoppers to reach level 2 section 4!" he had barely finished his statement when hords of customers zoomed passed heading in the way of the stalker. He couldn't risk continual use of his powers. It was draining him and potentialy making it easier for the stalker to follow them. "Maybe that will give us enough time." he said hopping over the counter.
"I dont think you should keep using your powers.. The bot knows everything about you and is going to keep tracking you every time. I bet it learns more each time..." he started to think. "I wonder if there's a way to get a stalker to harm itself? I mean we have nothing on it... but if we could somehow confuse it... and mess with it's programming to think itself a mutant..."
Naveed didn't know much about robots but he knew they werent a match for a stalker and it was time to start thinking.
"You don't think I know that?" Vibe was used to being in charge; she wasn't handling the stress of being hunted very well.
She tried to compose herself as the shop's occupants made a mass exodus toward the Stalker. At this rate, half of the mall would be crowding around the machine. She wished the Thing would attack them all; that would show the humans that they only thought they were in charge of the world.
"I dont think you should keep using your powers.. The bot knows everything about you and is going to keep tracking you every time. I bet it learns more each time..."
"No kidding?" she snipped. She wished Amp was there; the short-haired twin always seemed to know how to get out of a mess, usually leaving behind a path of rubble or pained ears behind...
"I wonder if there's a way to get a stalker to harm itself? I mean we have nothing on it... but if we could somehow confuse it... and mess with it's programming to think itself a mutant..."
Vibe bit her lip. How could you confuse a machine that tracks your voice? Voiceprints were as unique to individuals as fingerprints. Even electronic recordings came off different to a trained ear, or another machine. Even being sound manipulators, she didn't think she or Amp could match someone's voice perfectly. If the Stalker was locked onto Vibe's voiceprint, there would be no fooling it....
Her eyes settled on a rack behind the counter, lined with cheap versions of CD players. They were simple, only capable of playback...
Playback.
Vibe's eyes flicked back to the doorway, and where the crowds still pressed the Stalker, then to Naveed, glowing slightly green as an idea began to form.
"I need an electronic store. I need tape recorders. Lots of them, small, with recording and a loop playback. And a bunch of mindless delivery boys."
Naveed raised an eyebrow curiously and smiled. "I love the way you think woman." he'd been pretty olibious to her snide comments and retorts because he was too busy trying to hatch a plan of his own.
He went back to the counter and pulled down the store map. "Ok, the Stalker is here." he pointed. "The nearest electronic store is up one level over here." he added with another point. "We'll have to take the elevator... that'll make us vulnerable for a little bit but the escalators are righ next to the stalker so none of that. " he furrowed his brows in his classis neanderthal way. "You better keep up." he said motioning for the door and looking around. "I'll carry you in a second." he winked. "You ready?"
ooc: feel free to run with it this time. I've done it twice now and dont wanna be too controlling, lol so pull Navi wherever yu want him!
Vibe could help herself; she preened and smirked a bit.
"Ok, the Stalker is here. The nearest electronic store is up one level over here. We'll have to take the elevator... that'll make us vulnerable for a little bit but the escalators are right next to the stalker so none of that."
She shook her head. She wasn't going near that thing again, not if she could help it.
"You better keep up. I'll carry you in a second. You ready?"
Vibe's answer was to shoot out of the doorway ahead of him, with a parting, "Keep up yourself!" She kept along the wall, grateful that her petite size allowed her to zip in and out with relative ease. Once at the elevators, she paused to look back and see if Naveed had managed to keep up with her.
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Back near the Stalker, the crowd of humans had grown considerably. Half of the Mall Security Force had approached the robots, most of them wearing frowns ranging from anger to concern.
"Come on, now, there are normal people here. You bots can't be jumping and crashing around so carelessly like that," One of them, a tall brown-haired, brown-eyed man, approached the Stalker with a worried expression. He glanced around at the gathered spectators.
A short Italian took a more aggressive approach. "Ya hunk-a metal! This ain't no demolition derby! Mutants cause enough damage around here, we don't need you add'n to it! Don't you have tranquilizers or something? Take care of things on the streets, not here!"
A murmur of agreement wafted through the crowd.
"You need to be more careful. There are children here," came out of the crowd. "And older people."
"Yeah, take the fight outside."
"Better yet, let the cops handle it. Never did trust robots."
"Can't you tell the difference between normal people and freaks?"
"How can they? They're just robots. They can't think."
"Sure they can. It's the government that can't think for itself."
"Cut it some slack people, it's just doing its job. At least it's going after the freaks, like it should."
"Hey, you think it canl give an autograph?"
Arguments began as the crowd continued to grow and press in on the Stalker.
ooc: woot. So are you planning on having this make some negative reprecussions for the government and media? The average person isn't going to let stalker get away with this! Mutants or no mutants...
ic: Naveed had to smile big when she took off. He dashed along side her reflecting on how she reminded him of a deer with her graceful run and petite size. He skidded into the elevator with a smerk and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Nice speed." he pressed the closed door button and punched in the right button and waited. He felt vulnerable in the elevator but they had the advantage of moving between floors which kept most signals from reaching the inside of the elevator. This should confuse the Stalker!
The doors opened and he motioned for Vibe to follow. He could see if they made this out alive this could be the beginning of a good partnership. He couldn't help but think selfeshly of her involved in his plot to overthrow the tribe leaders back home, but the thought left his mind as they neared the electronics store.
As they ran through the doors and the clerk told them they coudln't run Naveed told him they were there to pick up a pre-paid order. With a quick nod Naveed started pulling things off the shelf for vibe to go through.
He couldn't help overhear the comotion coming in over the security walkie-talkie about blood being everywhere. "Doesn't sound like we have much time"
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 10, 2008 22:29:26 GMT -6
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(OOC: We hope so. lol )
Naveed scooted into the elevator before Vibe. "Nice speed." She smirked.
There was no Stalker as they exited the elevator, and none as they reached the store, either. So far so good; the humans had provided a decent distraction.
Screams and shrieks suddenly rent the air, from the direction they'd just come. Vibe paused to listen. She let out a satisfied snort. Stupid humans. And they hadn't even been ordered or manipulated into crowding the robot. Served them right for making the things in the first place.
She turned back and ducked inside the store. The owner observed them curiously.
"Looking for tape recorders," she requested. He pointed in the right direction, then turned his attention back toward the doorway. His hand hovered near the shotgun under the counter. If a gang shootout was happening, he wanted to be ready.
Vibe motioned to Naveed and whispered. "Can you keep an eye on him, discretely? We don't need him bothering security with a little shoplifting."
Once she found what she needed, she tried to organize things in her mind, while ripping the packages open. First off, the Stalker seemed to be tracking her song, but not necessarily her voice. If she could get it to follow her song, then that would leave them enough of a distraction to get away, preferably through the back rooms and loading zones. The main mall was going to be rather unsafe for a bit.
That was if a recording could fool the thing. Electronic recordings tended to be inaccurate. Both Sonic Sisters could tell a recording from a voice; the bots were sophisticated enough to probably know the difference too. And Vibe didn't have time to make a tester and tweak it. No choice but to try and hope.
Second problem, recording the song where the bots couldn't hear it. She had no clue what their hearing range was, so she based it off of hers, and doubled it. Just to be safe. She'd have to try and mask herself while she recorded. She frowned. Again, something she wasn't sure would work, as she'd never tried it on her own before, nor had she tried doing two things at once.
But she only needed one recording, and only for a minute. She set up and arranged six recorders so that she could hit 'record' all at once. Took a deep breath....
.... and began her song.
One minute of melody. That's all she needed. Just one minute.
Naveed watched Vibe over his shoulder while approaching the clerk and chatting. The clerk was nervous and this was easy to see. Naveed metioned that s Stalker Bot was tearing up the place searching for damn mutants and that they should probably stay here. When the man got shakey Naveed's eyes went red and he ordered the man to stay here. He felt bad enough that so many were being hurt. Naveed didn't care much for humans, but whose to say those were all humans attacking the bot?
His ears perked up when he heard sirens and he looked out the store window. Police, ambulance, fire trucks and news vans were pulling in and people were spilling out. He looked back over to Vibe. He knew she didnt need much time but still their time was growing shorter by the milisecond.