The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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So their exciting rescue turned out a bit more mundane. She was completely fine with that. Kendra walked through the apartment actually turning on a few lights as she moved through the dark. She had her hands out feeling for the switches on the wall until she found the next room. She heard a soft muffled thudding from the closet and she opened the door. The woman was bound and gagged but overall unhurt. She was surprised as all hell when the door opened and there was no one there. Only to have the gag pulled from your mouth by invisible hands. "It's okay sugar. You're safe." The woman sobbed, confused, exhausted but relieved and unsure what to make of it all. "The police are on their way." Kendra helped her get untied.
When she confirmed that the woman was alright she nodded and stood up. "My partner is in the other room. Do you want me to stay with you?" The woman nodded vigorously. She couldn't see Kendra but she felt safer with her there. She thought of Kendra as her guardian angel. "Would you feel less scared if you could see me honey?" Kendra was trying to put conscious effort into speaking clearly. She tried to keep her country twang out of it for once. The woman nodded again and sobbed a little more. Reaching into her pocket Kendra brought out a few smelling salts. She used them and held them under her nose.
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the floor in the closet. It wasn't the most useful power for sure. It was dogshit on a scale of 1 to useful, but it was her own unique quirk. It was hers to own and to work with. She pushed herself to her feet on wobbly legs and stumbled out of the closet. More than once she had to lean on something to keep from falling over. She entered the apartment in her physical body only a few moments before the cops arrived. Kendra walked right into the room with the victim and knelt before her and gave her a hug. Nevermind what Amelia was doing. Kendra was sure she had that covered. Consoling people? Being there for them?
Kendra was good at that. She was very sweet and loving by nature, and if it was a big part of the job then she was no longer nervous. Connecting with people was easy, when you genuinely cared. It was one long night. She wasnt sure if they were still going to S.U.P.E.R. HQ or not, but after the long, long night they had...... Putting it off until the morning might not be such a bad idea. "Im going to go check on my partner, would you like to come with me?" The woman clung to her hand like a child going through the grocery store with her mother. She was lost and scared and all alone in this threatning new version of reality. A reality where she had almost died if it hadn't been for these two heros. "What's your name?" She asked quietly just before they got into the doorway.
Kedra stopped and looked at her a moment. Her face and her features were quite and serene. She smiled lightly. "Daydream. My name is Daydream." She smiled back at Kendra. "Thank you Daydream." She said and squeezed Kendra's hand just a little bit tighter. As if to say thank you in a tactile way as well. Kendra felt her heart exploding. It had been worth it. The whole night. Everyone they had protected tonight had been worth it. She was going to like this job she thought quietly. Helping people wasn't even a question. She was shy, and timid and small but if she could do some good wasn't it her duty to do it?
By time Kendra had gotten inside the apartment, after all the time she wasted zoning out; the bad guy was on the floor. She didn't know who was the bad guy in this scenario. All she knew was that someone was screaming and now someone was on the floor being restrained. She reached out an invisible hand and picked up a desk lamp. She held it above her head and swung it downward with a hard blow. It connected solidly on the would be assailants head. BONK! Kendra clicked on the lamp and set it down. She didn't really hit the guy hard enough to knock him out. When she saw the room flood with light she questioned her choices.
She went off of sound and instinct. Never mind the fact that she was invisible. It was really dark in the room. She thought she had hit the right person. But now she wasn't so sure. The guy who had already been on the floor looked a lot more nefarious than the one she had bonked. "What in tarn-nations is going on here?" She should have protested more. She didn't like using the tranquilizer. It made everything all fuzzy. She couldn't remember how she had gotten to this room, or this point. She honestly couldn't remember where she had stashed her body with the drug coursing through her system. But it was important to hide her body before a dose of the stuff. Is she couldn't remember where it was she couldn't protect it in case someone messed with her body. That's why it was good policy to always hide before knocking herself out. Repetition and routine had made simple math of her problems. "I got him right?"
Kendra had gone along with the plan because on some level she was still trying to impress the other agent. She wanted to be the shinning pupil that got brought into the fold. Maybe Amelia would get a promotion for bringing in such an excellent new agent. She was always so self-doubting. Unsure of her own choices. Kendra bit her lip. She looked over at Amelia. "What do we do now?" She assumed this was just another day on the job for Amelia. She wanted to seem confident and sure, but honestly she wished she had never seen or heard the crime in progress. She wanted a hot shower and cookie dough ice cream, and late night reruns. She wanted a boring night. There was way to much excitment for her first day on the job. She didn't even officially have the job yet! Her legs felt wobbly and she sat on the edge of the bed. The cushion compressed under and invisible weight, as she waited for the senior agent to handle the scene.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Posted by Daydream on Jun 15, 2023 23:06:11 GMT -6
S.U.P.E.R.
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
Daydream
Purple
Bisexual
It's complicated
387
32
May 19, 2024 20:21:50 GMT -6
Melody
Kendra smiled weakly. It wouldn't have been a problem if they hadn't just had coffee together. It was crappy coffee, but it wasn't decaf. This would work, but it would take a little longer. The stimulant coursing through her body would be counterproductive to the effects of Thorazine. She shrugged. Looking around, her hair whpped back and forth over her slender shoulders. Kendra saw a fire stairwell, and a janitorial closet. This place had house keeping? Fancy place she thought. Thinking a moment back to her last apartment and you were lucky if the sinks worked. At least the cockrocaches were good cuddlers, and they didn't steal your blankets in the middle of the night.
With a nod and a sigh Kendra moved over to the closet. Of course, it was locked. She cast a sympathetic glance at Ameila. Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a lockpick set. It wasn't something she was particularly proud to show off, but she knew she had it. Dream did like to get into mischief when Kendra's brain let that pixie take the wheel. Unzipping it quickly she pulled her tools out. Dream had learned how to do it, so Kendra's brain knew how it worked. It was kind of funny how a rogue personality could teach you things while you slept. She wondered if one day she might wake up and just 'know' how to cook a risotto, or drive stick shift. Biting her lower lip she fumbled with the tumbler. It was only a few moments and she turned the tools in the locking mechanism and the door clicked open. Kendra shoved her tools into it's case and back into her pocket hastily.
She stepped inside and closeed the door. It smelled like rat piss in the closet. Not so fancy place after all. Something hit her in the face in the dark. It was the pull string for a light. She grabbed it. Yanked it, and the small room was filled with soft yellow light. The shadows bounced around her head in the tiny closet. She looked around unimpressed. The sense of urgency seemed to be ebbing and flowing in her like a wave. One moment desperation to help crashed against her conscious thought. The next moment she was rick rolling a co-worker in an elevator and thinking about her old apartment down in Queens. She was certainly the distractable type. She didn't even realize she had spent a whole six minutes looking at things in the closet. She picked up a bottle of clearner. There was a layer of dust on it. There was a layer of dust on everything in the closet. Kendra inspected it with mild curiosity and absentminded interest. There was a calander on the wall that had a date circled on it. The calander was opened to three months ago.
She was taking in details. Not mindfully. Really she was just daydreaming, woolgathering. But her mind worked this way. She had to hold onto even the smallest bits of information to remember what she was doing. It was hard not to nod off mid sentence sometimes. The line between awake and asleep was always very thin. But jumping between consciousness and astral projection made her brain foggy. So did the Thorazine tranquilizers. Oh! The Thorazine! She remembered. Kendra reached in her jacket to retrieve her gun. Then she realized it was already in her hand. When did i pull this out she thought for a moment. She was still biting her lip. Anxious energy flowed through her again and she remembered the scream. Mostly because it cut through the silence like a banshee. It spured her into action. "Okay. The apartment has employees, Maintenace, security. But the security desk when we came in was empty. This clean up closet's not been touched for at least three months. The building is in disrepair. Mean's maintenance ain't likely around. It's up'ta us. The closet ain't been touched. All these cleaning supplies ain't worth a spit of good. But the door was still locked. What does that mean?" Speaking to herself Kendra worked it out in her head. The complexities of the little details. "Building with no security, no maintenance, that's a good place for trouble and making trouble. Probably a serious threat. You're invisible. Be aware of reflections, don't get sloppy." Kendra reviewed what she knew and nodded to no one but herself in the empty little closet. She pushed the gun against her hip and pulled the trigger.
There was a bite, stinging pain burning in her side then numbness there. The skin there was already turning red, though she felt something. It would take a little longer with the coffee in her system, but it didn't take long. A few extra minutes. Shit! Forgot to lock myself in! She thought. Kendra spun and turned. She was wobbly on her legs and hit her head on the closet door frame. Ok. That hurt. Her right knee buckled and she fell back into the wall making another thud. She reached for the door handle and it slipped just out of her fingertips. The sweat on her fingers caused her to loose her grasp. Kendra slumped to the floor. Rolling her eyes and forgetting why locking the door was so important. Scatterbrained. She closed her eyes.
Astral Daydream looked down. She was laying there, legs spread; arms by their side. Her legs were in a wide V pattern. Her chin was resting on her chest and her red hair spilled into her face. Daydream opened the door, locked it, and then closed it. Could have just done that. She reached up and pressed on the corner of her head. It was tender there. It stung to the touch. She hissed at it audibly in the hallway. Kendra moved over to the door where the screaming was and looked at it. A crocked 6 rested in the center of the door. She took a breath and BLINKED to the other side of the door. The room was dark. She reached behind her and unlocked the door. With a gentle turn of her wrist and a light pull the door came open.
Light from the hallway spilled into the darkness but Daydream could not be seen. Not only because she was invisible but also because as soon as she opened the door she went off to explore the silence of the pitch black apartment. It was suddenly very silent and Daydream got a bad feeling. She could still feel the wobbliness in her legs. The Thorazine didn't quite affect her as strong in astral form, her senses were dampened here. They were covered up by a layer of sleep and the brain churning through REM cycles. But she couldn't rely heavily on her teleport. Not after a dart. Her vision was a little blurry. Her head ached and her blood pressure was rising. Mild or not she had still shot herself with a sedative. Her muscles felt weaker than they should and her brain was having trouble focusing on particular tasks. She reminded herself of the facts she reviewed in the closet. YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. Came to mind. She heard shuffling in the dark and wondered if it was Amelia. She could not see anything and she didn't want to give away the element of surprise by turning on a light.
Posted by Daydream on Jun 14, 2023 22:36:09 GMT -6
S.U.P.E.R.
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
Daydream
Purple
Bisexual
It's complicated
387
32
May 19, 2024 20:21:50 GMT -6
Melody
Kendra was wide awake. That wasn't the best thing for her rushing head long into danger. But those were the facts. She waited impatiently, nervously, for the elevator doors to open. She didn't reply to Amelia's question she simply pressed the button for the twenty seventh floor. As the doors closed Kendra shuffled over to the right side of the elevator. She gave Amelia plenty of room. She did not know how the other woman did being in close spaces with people she had just met. Kendra had a little touch of claustrophobia. She tried not to let it show, but she kept her eyes low and focused on her breathing. Looking up, with her head pointed down she was watching the numbers on the elevator rise out of the top of her periphery.
That song we're no stranger to love, you know the rick roll song was playing. Whatever this building was, they had horrendous taste in elevator music. Kendra never understood why the couldn't play music people actually liked in these stupid death boxes. Still, she found herself mumbling the lyrics if only to give herself something to focus on rather than the confined space. "Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna turn around. Without you!" She would have even settled for some nice movie climax danger music. Something to really cut the tension and build the suspense. Kendra blinked her eyes a few times. Damn. That nap on the train wasn't much, but she didn't think she was going back to sleep. Not unless she was somehow knocked unconscious. If it were not for the fact that Kendra healed most of the time when she slept, the constant concussions could have shortened her life.
Still, she was no doctor. She hated going to the hospital. She was terrified that if she ever got a cat scan it would show the brain of an 89 year old woman with dementia. She felt that way sometimes. LIke her grasp on sanity and reality was a dubious proposition at best. The doors opened and Kendra stepped out first. She had no real powers here. She was just Kendra Dillenger. The clumsiest gun in the west. Kendra pulled her tranq gun out. She was hoping to end this one early. It was late, but she wasn't tired. She had watched Amelia through subtle glances in the elevator. She couldn't tell how tired the woman was. For Kendra being tired was a state of flux.
"Pretty sure this is where I saw'em come in." Kendra say moving slowly off the elevator. She already had her gun raised. Like one of those buddy cops in the cheesy action movies. She wasn't sure though. Now that she thought about it. She counted the windows vertically, but she had done that hastily. "Split up and look for the asshole?" She asked turning back to the elevator to get Amelia's imput on the situation. She was a little out of her depth, but she was eager to impress.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra had a few nervous habits she was guilty of. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Sometimes when she was annoyed or confused she would crinkle her nose and scrunch her face. It was silly, but it was characteristially Daydream. She looked out the window. The street, the world beyond it; passed by in a multicolored blur of people and sound. The city was loud. There was always noise here. It was wonder a girl could sleep at all in a city that never slept. Though she wasn't looking she was listening. Intentionally applying all of her powers of concentration on the task of taking in information.
Her head whirled around to meet Amelia's gaze. Her eyes were questioning, curious. Happiness, sadness, and fear waged war on her face. They battled for dominate control of her emotional register. She did have a home. Back in Georgia. Her parents were a couple of rich snobby blue bloods who did everything for the sake of appearance. Including sending their daughter away to a boarding school when they discovered she was 'different'. Home was a touchy subject. "Haven't seen home in years, but Georgia. Augusta actually. Just a peach pit in a whole orchard." Kendra liked Amelia. She had a calming, precense on her sometimes tattered mind. And when Kendra looked at Amelia's face, it suddenly became way easier to focus. Usually her mind was in a million different directions. Sleep, hunger, boredom, naivety. These were the constant states of flux that bound her. "Actually. I'm uh.... Kinda between domiciles at the moment." She blushed.
How many times has this woman made her cheeks burn red. She was in awe of Amelia really. She seemed so, so.... Together. Maintained. She had her ducks in a row and they all swam circles around Kendra's orgainized chaos. Or her life if you want to be technical about it. "Ya know. I thought when you found me out i had really stepped in it. I was like, great going girl. You done picked a whole Boquete of oopsie daisies. But'chur not like that. You're a good person. I can tell. Got a knack for these sorta thangs. You would definitely be good cop. No doubt about it." Kendra knew, or at least she had an inkling that Amelia was asking if she was homeless. For once she didn't feel the pungent sting of embarrassment. So she came right out and told her. In all actuality. Kendra probably would have spent the night on the subway hoping her body didn't get felt up as she slept. Of course, had that happened whoever was doing to touching was going to feel some awful pain from an unseen vengeful southern bitch a few moments later. Still didn't make it fun.
Kendra always felt exposed. Unprotected. Amelia seemed to be taking her under her wing and that made Kendra feel cared about. She was grateful to matter to someone. It was easy to wander the streets of New York and get lost amongst the noise. Kendra had thought about the various mutants she had met. Some were good. Others had been very bad. But few had tried to be a mentor of sorts. The cab continued to ride along. "I don't suppose you got a couch I can sleep on a night or two?" Kendra raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't have hurt to ask. It was cold out tonight and they were moving away from the subway. Looking out the window Kendra caught glimpse of something peculiar. A man walking up the side of a building with his hands in his pockets. As he walked he left green glowing footprints trailing up the side. Shattering glass sprinkled down to the street below as the wave crashed through a window on the 27th floor.
Kendra watched all this with passive interest that was growing by the moment. The driver's GPS said they were 4 minutes from their destination. Ugh. A detour now? "Hey uh.... Do we stop mutant break ins?" Kendra asked as the driver kept on driving. She only had a few moments to tell the man to stop here if they were going to do something about this. "I thank that guy just broke into that building."
Kendra had already felt foolish. She felt like a total rookie when she realized that Amelia was right next to her looking off into the distance. Like they were sharing in some secret that only them in the world could see. "Thought I saw someone I knew, i reckon i was wrong." Kendra lied. There were a few people here and there but no one close enough for Kendra to have 'recognized' them. It was a flimsy excuse but she changed the subject quickly. "So, I'm thankin, I'll stick with Daydream. No need changing up the brand now." She didn't know what she was talking about. It sounded good in her head. Unfortunately it spilled out of her mouth like alphabet soup.
Smiling a little Kendra walked. She allowed the weird tension to fade away and went back to business. "So, does this make you my partner?" Kendra had a hopeful smile on her face. She wasn't sure if the agents who worked there even used the buddy cop system. It was shot in the dark, but maybe right? Especially for someone new they should have training wheels. Kendra thought they should have training wheels. Kendra had been in a few fights in her time. Robert had been surprisingly easy to take down. She had taken royal shit kickings from some of the punks and muggers she fought back when she was scared and confused about her powers and trying to figure out how to put them to use.
Kendra had done the vigilante thing in her troubled past. Didn't make her a good guy. Didn't make her a bad guy either. She was just a guy. Well, a girl. She was lost and confused and had the most incredible crap luck. Though all this was happening for a reason. Being on the train, running into Amelia, being mistaken for an agent. Kendra knew about these things. This was following the plot of a sitcom. How many late nights had Kendra astral projected only to sit in front of the tv and watch infomercials and sitcom reruns? Too many to count. This was the classic set up to a underdog story. Or maybe it was a combeack story? It definitely wasn't a horror movie. Even though Dracula... Well, Was it a horror movie? Oh god! Is this a horror movie?!? Kendra thought. Okay. She was walking in the general same direction as Amelia. She had no idea if she was following her or if she had been talking. Lost in her thoughts Daydream dfited in an out of the conversation.
If this was a horror movie she was definitely the final girl. You couldn't be offscreen death number 4 in your own life's movie could you? She needed to talk to the casting directior. WAIT! Daydream thought. Shut the hell up and listen! AMELIA IS TALKING!!!!! She snapped her eyes back at Ameila who was in fact talking. Probably this entire time. It was a long rough night and the coffee was not strong. Can't blame a girl for getting a little drowsy in the head and start thinking gibberish now could you? "You know. I thank if'n we were in a buddy cop movie. You would be the bad cop. And I would be the good cop." She said wondering how far they were going and how long it would take them to get there.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Holy mother that hurt. Kendra was pinned to the ground like a camping stake. Her feet kicked as she grasped at the spike through her shoulder. She had to remind herself to breathe. Looking up she could see the little girl safely standing there under the park's slide. She looked scared but generally okay. Kendra took solice in the fact that she had at least saved the kid. She pulled at the spike that was pinning her from above. It had pierced right through her left shoulder. It was as thick as a coffee thermos at the widest point. As slender as an ice pick where it pierced her.
Kendra pulled, screamed, pulled again. Each pull felt like hot fire running across her collarbone. She pulled inch by inch out of her hsoulder until the thing was out. She collapsed back down to her back breathing hard and rolled over to her side. Red tangles of hair fell in her face. Obstructing her view. She did happen to look up in time to see Ranger charge the man going very fast. How was he so fast? Kendra wondered if he was a speedster. Was that his power running really really fast? Kendra assumed he was a mutant like her. He hadn't out right said so but he worked for S.U.P.E.R. as far as she knew mutants made the best agents because they could fight back.
The man went flying through the air at the point of impact. A spike rose up in the air from the ground. It rose about ten feet in the air and caught him. His jacket snagging on the tip of the spike, stopping his impromptu flight. He was seemingly plucked out of the air by the tip of the spike, which then sunk back into the ground lowering him to his feet. The name Kendra remembered now, went by the name of DeathSpike. She kinda put two and two together and realized why in that moment.
Kendra winced in pain. Her shoulder was bleeding down her shirt. It felt hot and warm and sticky and awful. She clutched her shoulder as she stumbled to her feet. She reached in her jacket with her free hand and grabbed a collapsible police baton. She flicked it out to it's full length with a flick of her wrist. Flicking a switch on the handle it electrified. She was going for the full pain option for this asshole. An electric stun baton. She just had to get close enough too..... A spike rose out of the ground right behind . It went up the back of her shirt and rose her off of her feet. She went 12 feet in the air and just hung there. Oh this is bullshit. She thought.
Across the park the man was settling back on his feet now. Raising his hands he brought several spikes up in front of him creating a protective cage. The spikes were nearly indestructable. From behind them he was waving his arms, flailing them this way in that. Everywhere his hands went new spikes caused chaos. He was favoring his right side though. The side that ranger hit. The man himself was not indestructable. "Who the hell are you?!?" He demanded "I don't like being interfeared with." Tough cookies Kendra thought. She reached in her holster and pulled her tranq gun back out. She shot herself in the leg with it as she dangled from her precarious position. She put the gun away and almost immediately started getting drowsy. A few moments later... Daydream was BLINKING across the park. She still had her stun baton in her hand. She blinked behind the man and zapped him. Or at least she tried too but spikes rose up behind him too completely walling him off. Kendra narrowed her gaze. There wasn't much room inside the cage. She could BLINk into it but if she miscalculated she could seriously hurt herself. Impale herself on a rising spike. And her astral teleport wasn't super accurate when she had to dart herself. Even in her astral state she could feel the effects of the dart coursing through her system. She felt sluggish and slow. "I hear you girly. That's a neat trick. Let me show you a neat trick." Somewhere overhead was an airplane. The bottom of the plane was enough surface to produce spikes. It didn't matter where or what it was. If he could see it he could generate spikes out of it as long as it was a solid surface. Spikes came raining down from the low flying plane. They came in a volley of hundreds, raining down right where Daydream was standing. Daydream BLINKED AWAY
Just in time to land on her face on the concrete. She scraped the ground and got a nasty bloody cut on her cheek. She screamed out in pain giving away her positon. Spikes erupted from the ground beneath her she had to roll out of the way before she became a Kendra-kabob. "Michael! I NEED'CHUR HELP!" Kendra looked up at her body. She saw a spike hovering in front of it. Her body dangled limply from the spike. "My body!" Kendra cried. She BLINKED up to it and wrapped her arms around it. She BLINKED away. Crashing hard, having no time to worry about her landing. Her body went sprawling. Rolling across the ground but not waking up. It took heavy damage. Broken finger, Her arm dislocated on the otherside.
Her physical body was bleeding. And her astral form hand the breaks and dislocations. What happened to one body happened to the other. Kendra was lying on the ground crying. A string of spit connected her lower lip to the dirt beneath her. Every sobbing breath sent dirt skittering away from her. Daydream was out of this fight. She was going to die here. She was sure of that. Kendra's body breathed in a calm even way. A steady rise and fall of her chest. Her astral form tried to push up to her hands and knees but collapsed. She was shaking all over. She crawled slowly to her body. Throwing her astral form over it just to shield her phsycial body from harm. But that was the last of her strength. Kendra's astral form slipped into unconsciousness. She went to a dream layer she had never been to before. She had never slipped into unconsciousness while she was astral projecting.
The result. Simple. A restful sleep. The way a normal person would sleep and wake up feeling invigorated. Kendra had never tried it. By going to sleep as an astral projection she was able to shut her mind down completely and rest. It was a hell of a time to discover it, but she had literally no strength left. This maniac was going to kill everyone here if Ranger didn't put a stop to it and soon. With one last glance at Deathspike she noticed that he was barely on his feet. His body was shaking with pain and possible broken bones. "Hope it hurts asshole." Daydream muttered dimmly and the darkness took her.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra thought about his question for a moment. She blinked her eyes a few times. She had remembered something specific but it wouldn't come to her mind. She had been told what to expect in regards to just how dangerous this guy was, but it all seemed like a dream now. Some far off forgotten thing at the edges of her mind. She offered him an apologetic smile. Her eyes were undisguised orbs of anxiety. "Honey, I wish i knew more to tell ya. It's kinda my first week on the job." She admitted this freely. There was no shame in her voice. She tilted her head and her long red curls flowed over her shoulder. She revealed the elegant, gentle sloping curve of her neck.
There was a bruise there. Fading, but visible. Her cream colored skin bruised easily. Kendra was a very clumsy girl. She was always falling down. At any given moment she had burises, cuts, scrapes, broken bones weren't even unheard up, though she usually healed up pretty quickly. The stiffness never went away. Kendra always felt like she had a bad night's sleep and slept wrong on all her limbs. It was a numbing sort of annoyance she had kinda grown to live with.
With only a week of training under her belt Kendra only felt somewhat confident. She had started working more on being more efficient when she was awake in combat scenarios. Dream walking was one thing. Fighting while you were visible and could not teleport was another thing entirely. Kendra was about to open her mouth and speak again when the ground began to shake. It slit open at the point right between Kendra and Michael. The rumble threw them both to the ground. Was this it? Was this the attack? Out from the crack appeared obsidian spikes. This definitely looked like a mutant thing. Kendra looked around, but at first she could not tell who was causing it. Until she saw a man in a baseball cap and sunglasses standing still among the chaos of screaming running people.
"There!" Kendra pointed. As people ran this way and that they became skewered. Impaled on the spikes shooting out of the grass. They were popping up all over. People were crying, screaming, panicking. Kendra scrambled too her feet. She recognized a pattern. Every five feet a new spike emerged. They were shooting off into different angles but they were following a path. A path headed straight for Ranger's little girl. Kendra dove and tackled the girl out of the way just as a spike shot up where she was just standing. The little girl was obviously upset. "It's okay sugar you're safe." Kendra tried to reassure her. Kendra pulled out her tranquilizer gun and aimed at the man. She was going to put his ass into sleepytown but a spike shot out of the tree beside her. Huh? She only had enough time to think that idiotic expression before it drove through her shoulder and pinned her to the ground. Spiking her there. Kendra let out a scream.
The spikes didn't just manifest from the ground he could make them appear out of any surface as long as it held a surface area big enough to contain the spike.
Daydream smiled. If she were visible right now she might have thrown her hands up in the air and joked about it. "Easy Killer. Don't go shootin no trouble now, cuz trouble's my middle name." Still she couldn't' help but relax a little more. Amelia had shown her the ropes in S.U.P.E.R. She had gotten her set up, Daydream had done a few jobs already. Light work, mostly tailing detail to keep an eye on someone considered to be dangerous. She hadn't really gotten her hands dirty yet. There was that one guy she helped Amelia the clothes manipulator capture on the subway. Though she found the experience exhilarating. "Yeah. I figure you can handle yourself pretty well I'd imagine. Let'chu in on a little secret. I was waiting for trouble to show up here. Got a tip that a powerful mutant planned on stirring thangs up around the park today. Today might not be the best day for your daughter to be in the park." Daydream didn't like the idea of a child getting caught in the crossfire. She bit her lip. While she could teleport she couldn't teleport other people. It just wasn't how her powers worked. Objects sure, they moved around with her; but if she put her hands on a person and teleported she would just teleport away from them.
Daydream sighed. "Tell you what cowboy. I'll let you do the heavy lifting if things go sideways. I can jump in if need be." Daydream reached in her pocket with her free hand and pulled out a red cell phone. It was just a cheap little cell phone. She had two of them. Daydream may not pay her rent, but she always paid her phone bill. It was quite literally her lifeline sometimes. She dialed a number. The concentration on her face as she she looked down at the phone was evident. The phone could be seen in the reflection as well. She dialed a number. "I'm going to wake up now. I'll see you on the other side." She said. Pressing the call button the phone began to call.
Across the park an obnoxiously loud customized ringtone blasted in a woman's pocket. Daydream put the mirror back in her back pocket. "WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE! I CANT WAKE UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE! SAVE ME! CALL MY NAME AND SAVE ME FROM THE DARK!" The woman on the bench opened her eyes and Daydream's astral form disappeared. She was no longer by Michael but across the park. Daydream was holding a red phone in her hand. She reached into her other pocket and produced a blue flip phone. She opened it and ended the call. It was a pretty sophisticated solution to needing to wake up in a hurry. She yawned and stretched. Having only slept for 20 minutes but somehow finding a way to manage bed head on a park bench Daydream stood up and walked over to where Ranger stood. She was wearing the same leather jacket. The same grungy t-shirt that read 'don't talk to me until i've had my coffee.' And the same ripped jeans Ranger saw in the astral mirror. She held out her hand. "Well, nice to meet'cha officially I reckon."
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra laughed. "Honey, I"m always tired. Now, tomorrow, don't make no nevermind, but if you can do it now.... I wouldn't mind the grand tour of thangs." Honestly what else did she have to do tonight? She didn't have a place to go back too. She would probably stash her body some place warm and go back to sleep. Only to project and wander around. Either way being tired wasn't a factor. She'd still be consciously active anyways. Standing up Kendra flipped her hair over her shoulder and headed for the door. She held it open for her new partner and followed her out.
The idea of combining their powers had never occured to Kendra. Though what a combination that would be. They could hit up a thrift store as gal pals and when it came time to kick a little ass, Kendra could fall asleep with a trash bag full of garments in her slumbering embrace. It was the equivalent to bringing a box of ammo for your army buddy in the foxhole. If she could sense clothes, and Kendra had already made the assumption that she could; then she could probably sense invisible clothes. In Kendra's mind she was already embelishing what Amelia could do. SHe was thinking about the possibilities.
She stopped mid stride as she suddenly turned very red in the face. If she COULD sense clothes, could she sense that Kendra hadn't put on any underwear today? Her cheeks were bright red, but she did her best to turn her face away from Amelia and look down the street until it subsided. "Doing right by the world would be a hella'va thang. Making it safer and what not." She liked the idea of that. "So this person, Nightmare. Would i have to go by her codename to pull this thang off? Or could i put in a name change form somewhere at HR and have it changed to Daydream?" She did think that Nightmare was a pretty good name. It had a certain badass factor too it, though it didn't really fit her in the slightest. Kendra wanted to remain as true to herself as she could. It was already hard to do simple things like focus on a task for long stretches. Having to live up to some badass persona nickname seemed like a recipe to get herself or someone else hurt.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra's eyes flicked to meet his. She held him with a chilly gaze for a moment. Her gaze narrowing, her eyes becoming slits as her pouty lip crinkled, as did her nose. She considered him. A tension broke over her face and she smiled. A lop sided sort of thing that made half of her face look heavy. A begruding smile. Against all of her better instincts she was letting her gaurd down. Reaching into her back pocket Kendra produced a pocket hand mirror. She held it up in front of her face. She angled it so he could see the reflection. There she was. A floating head. Tilting the mirror downward towards the ground would reveal her lower body. Like some sort of weird pocket dimension that trapped her. But now you were just seeing her astral form in the reflection. She could show herself to him now.
Her eyes regaurded him brightly. Purposefully. She looked at him with great interest. Though she didn't speak. In that moment, turning the mirror so she could meet him face to face so to speak. "Hello. I'm Kendra. I am an agent'a S.U.P.E.R. Keeping the park safe IS my job. At least it's one I assigned myself." Kendra was keeping the park safe because she was currently sleeping in it. She had no official orders.
Kendra BLINKED. Using her astral teleport she moved to his right shoulder. To see a floating head teleport from one shoulder to the other could not have been something you see every day. She leaned an arm on his shoulder. Her other arm held the mirror out straight in front of her. Her reflection floated in front of his face at head level. "You haven't seen anything one suspicious have you Michael?" Kendra was smiling that easy going smile she faked her way through life with. It was a really great smile.
Kendra listened to him talk about it not being his first rodeo. This actually made a smile spread across her face. Wow, she was really homesick. The slightest southern drawl and she felt a strong urge to call her folks. Her folks were back home in Georgia of course. She hadn't spoken to them since she was a teenager. Too many emotions, to many words cast in anger to ever open that door again. But, it was cracked open now. She felt her pulse racing in her throat. Her mouth felt dry and her palms were surprisingly clamy. She considered his question. "Kendra. Though I suppose you can call me Daydream. Or NIghtmare, depending on your perspective i reckon." Her tone was passive. Curious. But definitely not threatening. There was almost a giggle in her voice as she spoke. As she spoke she BLINKED around him. One minute she was three feet to his left. The next she was standing in front of him. Kendra had learned to make herself a moving target. Her voice was the only thing that ever really got her in trouble.
Kendra, or Daydream; or Nightmare for that matter was standing still now. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and waterfalled down her back. A brilliant explosion of red curls. Cream colored skin and a soft, sad, loneliness slow dancing in her eyes. If she were a photograph, she would be the snapshot you keep hidden between the pages of a well worn book. Something you pulled out to look at when you too felt lonely and homesick. She stood in the grassy clearing. Roses bloomed behind her, and leaves fell from the trees. The wind seemed to blow around her ankles causing the leaves themselves to give away her position. As they flew, a great many of them seemed to connect with something not there and flutter around an unseen obsticle. Kendra didn't notice or care. She was standing in front of him.
Daydream did not speak. She studied the man who's cool, calmness almost radiated off him like a wave. She quietly appreciated things about him. The stiff creases in his jeans. The muscles of his hands that indicated he was a hard worker. Daydream was a professional people watcher. Eventually you got tired of imagining people's stories and started to pay attention to the little details. It was hard for her to concentrate on anything really. Though when she tried, when she really tried she could do it. Sleep deprivation and sporadic fits of insomnia had caused all kinds of problems. In her waking life, in her 'travels' Daydream was a traveler. In the worst ways. She had walked miles and miles within her own lonliness. Seeing other people live and be happy. Seeing other people foster relationships and emotionally invest in what it was to be alive.
Disembodied voice or not, she was a ghost. She didn't really exist in the real world or when she traveled in her dreams. She was just functioning on autopilot. She never really allowed herself connections. She never really went beyond the superficial in her interactions because for more than half of her life she would be invisible to everyone. When she slept. Normal people got to sleep and wake up refreshed. Kendra had spent her nights snooping on people who she cared about, walking around invisible and hearing the things meant for behind closed doors. When you really saw what people thought about you; when the cameras were off, well.... It was ugly. It was the reason those doors back home remained shut for so long. She hadn't thought about home, or her parents in years. This man had brought all those feelings crashing back with a simple accent. It was more than enough to give her pause. It was enough to rock her into silence as she stood among the flowers. It was a touch of home when companionship was what she longed for.
She hadn't gotten close to anyone since she had gotten close to Emily at the mansion. She thought about it for a moment. Not being able to help the fact that her mind was an entity in itself. She thought about the mansion and her time there. Slipping off into a daydream right there. The span of only a few seconds but what she saw was real and vivid and painful and raw. Daydream's namesake was more than a cute moniker. She had the tendency to daydream and zone out, but her mind snapped back to attention seconds later. Like a never ending in flight movie that plays on loop every thirty minutes. Only the scenes always changed and sometimes the emotions of them rocked you on your ass.
"This might sound funny Mr. But I feel like I've known you a long time." There was a small smile kissing Daydream's lips. A cautious happiness for a moment. She didn't feel lonely right now. She was grateful to the stranger When you are awake 24/7 and the days blur together sometimes you feel like you loose your sanity. It's hard to hang onto what's real. What is a dream, what is waking hours. Coffee helped. Coffee was better than prozac when it came to sanity. But moments helped more. Moments when she felt something. Moments when she was grounded into a moment. Moments she could focus on. Her smile disappeared. "I aint no great and powerful Oz. I'm just Daydream. Keeping the park safe, taking a nap. Living life." It sounded like gibberish. It probably was, but she felt warm and trusting. She didn't know that he too worked for S.U.P.E.R. They had more in common than she realized.
Kendra immediately regretted opening her mouth. The Walker Texas Ranger remark was meant for her ears only. This guy hears like a freaking bat. She squinted her eyes. As they narrowed she watched Ranger closely. She was invisible. Raising her hand in front of her face she saw the translucence of her skin and the pink glow that confirmed it. Yep. Definitely asleep. She thought to herself. She was careful not to step in front of any reflections because those would cause her to be partially visible. The guy looked somehow mean. I mean he had a little kid with him he couldn't be that mean but he also had a pretense about him. A no nonsense air of a man with responsibilities. Kendra didn't like responsibility. She avoided it most of her adult life.
She was reckless and careless, clumsy and unattentive. She forgot about paying her rent until she came home and found the locks changed. New York was a tough place to look for sympathy. Though Kendra was not a bad person. She got up to the occasional mischief and she could absolutely be a bad influence. She did not however, consider herself a bad person. Kendra BLINKED a few yards back as one of the dogs came into view. Now she was standing behind a tree. She was peaking out around the side of it cautiously. Dogs couldn't really see her either, but they sensed her. And for whatever reason that seemed to usually piss them off. Kendra had developed a slight fear of dogs because of it. She couldn't help that she was a dream traveling klutz who bumped into everything not nailed down. That meant a lot of things falling off of desks with no apparent explaination.
Kendra, was an agent of S.U.P.E.R. She had become that purely on accident. An agent on a train had mistaken her from some AV version of herself named Nightmare. Nightmare wasn't really her style. She was nobody's nightmare unless you owned an antique shop and your worst nightmare was a clumsy patron and property damage. She still liked the name Daydream better. It suited her more. It was given to her by a very old friend. The first person she had ever shown her abilities too in fact. Daydream slowly peaked out from behind the tree as she didn't see a dog around the cowoby anymore.
BLINKING over to him she was close enough to smell the cologne he wore. She breathed in and closed her eyes. He smelled good. Did that mean he was a good person? Not really. Bad guys could smell good she supposed, but it was a tick in the right direction. She also didn't make it a habit to go around smelling people. That was just weird. Kendra looked back over her shoulder. Her body on the bench turned and rested at a more comfortable position. Her head lulled to the side and kind of hung there. Not supported by the back of the bench anymore. It put a strain on her neck in her physical body. She felt a slight tingling in her astral form around her neck. Ugh. She thought. Sometimes her ability was quite literally. A pain in the neck.
Shrugging it off she turned back to the mysterious cowboy. He had spoken back to her and even looked around but he didn't seem very unnerved by her. She found that more interesting than anything else in the park. "Aren't you worried, bout'a voice with no body?" She asked. She had a heavy Georgia twang to her voice. She honestly sounded more 'yee-haw' than him. Maybe that is why he caught her eye. She was from the south and he had an unmistakable familiarity to him. Something about him just felt safe. So she let her gaurd down just a little.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
When Kendra dreamed, she felt at peace. Not so much in the feeling rested and quiet tranquility sense. More like her mind could focus. Her senses seemed a little sharper in the dream world. She didn't have the constant prodding stimuli of all of her waking senses pulling her sleep deprived mind in a million different directions. Which was ironic because in her dreams her senses were dulled. She could feel pain, but not as intense. Kendra stood over her sleeping body. She looked thoughtfully down at it. Her slender form slumped on a park bench. Her hair blew around in the wind, blowing around her face. This happened in her astral form and her physical one. She was asleep, but she wouldn't feel rested when she woke. She hadn't figured that part out yet.
There were bags under her eyes. Her posture was poor. With a heavy sigh she looked around the park. It was mid afternoon. The warmth of the sun warmed her physical body. She could feel only a faint radiant heat on her astral skin. It kissed her skin and made tiny tingles across her freckled nose. Kendra crinkled her nose the way a rabbit would. She stuck out her lower lip and blew the bangs out of her face in an exaggerated huff. It was a little thing she did when she was thinking really hard about something. She had no real sense of what her plans were. She only knew that her body conked out right here and she was stuck for awhile.
Kendra began to BLINK around. Disappearing in a cloud of red and cream colored smoke. Her astral teleport let her get around easily and quickly. BLINK She was across the park. BLINK. She was acros the street. BLINK BLINK BLINK She was three blocks away. Kendra was testing the limits of her astral teleport. Something she hadn't really done much of in the past. Kendra was nervous about leaving her body unprotected. And she was terrible about paying her rent on time. It left her without a consistant roof over her head. She hadn't felt save to really dream travel since way back when she lived in the mansion. She had felt safe there. She had felt secure. Now her mind was racing. Her pulse was beating frantic and with every pulse the light pink aura that enveloped her astral form brightened and dimmed.
BLINK. Kendra was on the fourth floor of an office building. She was looking over shoulders, examining expense reports with fading interest. BLINK again, and a flutter of paperwork seesawed through the air as the air around her shifted dramatically from her teleport. The office worker in the cubicle looked around confused as to why his memos were suddenly doing gymnastics. BLINK again and she was on street level. She found herself sitting in the backseat of a taxi with a middle eastern stranger. "The airport please." Kendra blinked her actual eyes a few times. Hm... Okay, I'm totally an asshole. She thought to herself. The middle eastern man going to the airport was totally the most interesting thing she had seen, but her assumptions made her ashamed and she felt a hot blush of red rush to her cheeks. Kendra BLINKED out of the cab and back across the street. There was nothing to get into really. She watched the cab drive away and wondered where that thread would have went if she pulled on it to watch it unravel but alas, she was here.
Back in front of her body. Still sleeping where she had left it. Kendra resigned herself to boredom and sat on the bench next to herself. She picked up a book that someone had left on the bench. "Mutants in our time." Was the title. She turned it over and saw a stuffy looking woman in a turtle neck with her arms crossed. Samantha Sinclaire? She even had a pretensions name. Kendra began to read.
"Mutatns are an evolutionary necessity. They are the constructs of a life of sin and remorseless selfishness. They are a punishment from our holy god for the wrongs that we enacted...." Kendra closed the book. Yep. That's about enough of that. Astral Kendra folded her arms across her modest chest and decided to just watch other people live their lives. People watching was the great American past time. She figured it was about the only thing she could do. That's when she saw the man with the cowboy hat and the big shiny belt buckle. "Hello Walker Texas Ranger. What are you up too?" Kendra watched as Ranger entered the park. He looked so out of place in the middle of New York. She would definitely pull on this thread and watch it unravel. He had peaked her curiosity.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Ok, now Dream was officially annoyed. Here she was trying to be sweet and innocent. Against her very nature might I add. She stole his wallet sure, but she didn't steal anything from it. She was just going to return it too the dope. 'Here you must've dropped this.' But no, he had to actually stick around and call her on her bullcrap. Dream's smile widened with a playful what if i did smirk. She held up the wallet and flipped it open. "Sam Johnson." She read aloud. "The X-mansion? Well, well, you are an important fellow arent'cha?" Dream looked at his ID picture a moment longer before sighing and snapping it closed with a flick of her wrist. "You know, you should count'chur stars I found it and not some crazy. You really should be more careful with thangs like this. Must've fallen right outta ya jacket." Dream considered how flimsy her lie sounded but she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She wasn't about to smash the cookie jar too.
Without another word she tossed him the wallet. They were a few feet apart so it sailed through the air in a short flat ark that almost hit him in the chest. Dream might've put a little extra umph on it because she was annoyed. She had considered how she could score a one way free trip to his house. Maybe be invited in. A handsome guy like that probably lived in a pretty nice place. Though Dream had been thinking about dreaming. She had been thinking about getting in there and casing the joint. Maybe discretely tranquilizing herself and letting her dream wander around filling her pockets with whatever. He looked like an easy mark. If not a bad looking one. But he was more clever than he looked. That wasn't saying much she supposed.
"You just don't let a girl have any fun." Dream huffed like a child who was told no. With that she reached into her jacket. She pulled out her tranquilizer gun and before she could be stopped she pointed it down and tranq'ed herself in the thigh. The pain was sharp and immediate. She reholstered her gun as she wobbled on shaky legs. Forcing her crossing eyes to uncross she leveled her head and stared directly at Sam. "See ya captain buzzkill. Maybe we'll mmeeeeeet again soooome day." Her speach slurred at the end. Her words drawing out longer as she collapsed in the street. She had been standing there in the middle of the street. Having this awkward goodbye. This uncomfortable confrontation.
Coming down the street was a pickup truck. The driver was arguing with his wife on the phone about who was going to have the kids that weekend. He didn't really see the girl in the road. Kendra, or Dream as it was still Dream in control; collapsed in the street lying in the direct path of the truck's front left tire. Dream moved over, invisible to her body on the ground. She gave one last squinty eyed annoyed look at Sam. Then she placed her hands on her sleeping body and blinked away. Teleporting her astral self and her physical body to another location. Leaving Sam in the road. The truck passed over where she had been lying only a moment later. When the truck roared by Daydream was gone. Seemingly vanished into thin air.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
