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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Posted by Daydream on May 26, 2017 10:22:48 GMT -6
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It didn't feel real. Everything that had happened to her just didn't feel real. From moving out here to New York. Finding Emily, going on yet another vigilante run with Artair. All of it just felt like some crazy dream. Not that she would know. Kendra couldn't even remember her last proper dream. Ever since her power activated dreams were a luxury. She did have a tendency to daydream. Her over taxed mind would space out from time to time and she would simply have very vivid, very lucid daydreams.
Kendra stood in her bedroom. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket as she stared out the window. There was a taxi out front. She saw the young Scotsman step out and she didn't have to check her phone to know who was buzzing. He had concerns. That was to be expected. When she last left him she was nothing more than a bloodstain on the floor and a soft reminder that the world was filled with people willing to hurt others.
Kendra hurt now. Her shoulder was still sore. It might have been stubborn or childish, but she didn't want Doc Professor's help. She had the bullet removed the old fashion way and refused any magic healing to ease her pains. She deserved the reminder. It was less than she deserved actually. She had broken a promise to Emily. For the life of her she couldn't even begin to remember what had possessed her to take on a drug den. Rash actions of someone not in their right mind she supposed.
Kendra wasn't always the most clear headed thoughtful individual. She was actually quiet childish and free spirited in nature. She didn't think about the consequences of her actions or how it might affect others. She wasn't doing it out of selfishness, but a lack of accountability. She had be on her own for most of her life, and she was used to doing things her own way. It was her defense mechanism. She usually tried to cast people out. She figured it'd be easier to be alone than to be hurt. That was before she moved here. That was before she met people who cared about her. Now, all she could do was try and change. It was hard though. It wasn't going to happen over night.
Emily was still pretty pissed about the gunshot. Kendra couldn't really blame her. She knew that she deserved the scorn for what she did. Why did I do it though? She wondered somberly as she watched the young scot make his way up to the mansion. Kendra's finger released the curtain she was pulling back and let out a soft sigh. Her injured shoulder was in a sling. She was stiff and aching, but each breathe reminded her of what a fool she had been. Kendra fished her phone out of the pocket of her hoody and unlocked it. The text said that he'd be waiting for her in the living room. That was it.
She didn't know what to say. The simple fact was they had done a good thing, but they had nearly gotten hurt doing it. They crippled a large portion of the thugs cash flow and put the fear into them, but she wasn't sure how much had changed. Mostly Kendra had stayed secluded in her room refusing to see anyone. It was too hard to look people in the eye right now. So mostly she sat in her room and moped.
Now she had to face the one person she didn't want to face. Artair. He didn't have a very high opinion of her. At least, that was Kendra's estimation. She didn't have a very high opinion of herself at the moment. It was for all these reasons this was going to be difficult. Kendra chewed on her lower lip for a moment deciding what to do. The sunlight pushed through the curtains and cast a warmth on the back of her neck as she sat at the edge of the bed. She was mulling it over. She could simply wait in her room until he got tired and left. No, she thought. No more being childish. This was going to suck, but she had to face it.
Standing up she moved over to the door and grasped the handle. Kendra took one final look at the sanctuary that guarded her against harsh judgment for weeks and slipped out into the hall. It felt weird being amongst people. Some kids moved past her; fully engaged in their own conversation. Kendra watched them as they rounded the corner. She envied them a little. They were going about their lives, carefree. They didn't struggle with a sense of identity. Kendra's thoughts were so jumbled, her moods so unpredictable sometimes lately that she wasn't even sure who she was or what she really wanted. She wanted to help people, but beyond that she had no real sense of self. She had no idea why people should give a damn.
Being in that room had made her depressed. Not because she was self loathing, but because she wanted what everyone else had. Purpose. If she wasn't going to use her powers to help people then what was her life about? It had seemed so simple at first and now..... Well, now she just didn't know anymore. Kendra walked quietly down the hall. Her own disquiet seemed to surround her in a silent shroud. Her face was devoid of any smile and sorrow seemed to slow dance around the edges of her eyes. Making her way down the stairs she could feel her heart speeding up. She was anxious to see Artair for only the second time in person. So much had happened. She was a destructive influence in his life. Kendra wasn't even sure why he wanted to see her, but the fact that he did gave her an uneasy feeling.
Moving through the halls she feigned polite smiles at passers by who gave her a sympathetic look. Everyone had heard. It wasn't easy keeping a gunshot wound secret in this place. She smiled politely but secretly hated the well wishing. She didn't want pity. She wanted understanding. She wanted at least just one person to know what she was going through internally and tell her that they understood. That alone would lift a heavy burden. Kendra took a deep breathe as she rounded the corner into the living room. She saw the red haired man sitting there on the couch.
Kendra stood in the doorway. Her presence was yet to be noticed. Leaning on the doorframe on her good shoulder Kendra watched him for a moment before speaking up. She wasn't even really sure what she was going to say, but before she could mentally process she was already speaking up. "Catching up on your reading?" She asked glibly. A joke? It was the best she could offer. The situation was weird and she still wasn't sure how he felt about it. So she spat out a joke. Another defense mechanism. She was full of them.
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All levity had vanished. The pang of guilt couldn't be more apparent if Kendra had taken a wooden mallet, written the words "I'm So Sorry" on it and proceeded to beat Emily over the head with it. Kendra had to actual resist the urge to roll her eyes when Doc started in with how reckless she had been. She didn't need him telling her too. She already knew how stupid she was and she was feeling more stupid by the moment. Kendra's fingers dug into the soft table she was sitting on. She was feeling 100% better than she was but she was feelin 100% worse too. She caught out of the corner of her eye Emily tossing her a glare that still looked angry.
She had no idea that Emily was sensing emotions from the night in question. She had no idea that Emily might be feeling the physical pain that Doc was experiencing first hand as he healed her. It was selfish and dumb, and it was the last thing she wanted to do again. Helping others was great. It really was. But was it worth it? Was it worth it to cause this much damage to her own body and to Emily's feelings? Kendra thought not. She wanted to break down right there. She cast her eyes away at a distant wall as Doc continued to lecture her. As he told her that she should think about what her actions might do to others. That one cut like a knife. Only Doc couldn't heal those wounds that were were still bleeding in her heart.
Kendra dared to steal a glimpse of Emily's face. The soft porcelain skin wrinkled lightly with worry and fear. It was enough to make her stare at the floor. What the hell was i thinking? She accused herself in her head. She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to have to stop and think about things like this. It was true they had only been together a short time, but in that short span Emily had showed her more love and more compassion than anyone had in her whole life. Of course she latched on to that feeling of caring, that feeling of acceptance and security. Kendra wanted to be loved just like anyone else. She almost wished she hadn't been healed. She deserved to be in pain. Maybe it would have taught her a lesson to feel that sharp jab with every step. Kendra wanted to cry now. She couldn't possibly feel more low. This was worse than that feeling in the bathroom when she tried to figure out how to explain. She wasn't thinking selfishly anymore. She wasn't worried about weather or not she would be mad, she was worried about weather or not she deserved Emily.
When Kendra had reached out for Emily's hand and didn't find it, she felt as if she deserved that one too. Though that one hurt the worst. That horrible empty feeling of reaching out for comfort and only coming back with emptiness. Kendra's eyes began to water up as she silently stared at the floor. Somehow she managed to speak in an unwavering voice. "Yeah, I know." It was all she said. It was all she could muster. "Thanks Doc." She grumbled and hopped of the examination table. Kendra rudely walked out of the room, but she didn't care. She didn't want to break down in front of Emily. It was bad enough that Emily could probably sense everything she was feeling right now. She didn't want to be a burden. Kendra stormed out of the room trying to keep her throat from locking up. The watery sting burned at her eyes as she reached up and wiped them away with her sleeve. Some kid was standing in the doorway coming to see Doc Professor. Kendra pushed past him without bothering to say excuse me. She just wanted to get out of that room of guilt. "Hey! Watch it jerk!" The kid cried out after her. She didn't hear him.
Kendra began to run a little until she found herself by a large set of stairs. Most of the students were in their classrooms. There were the few occasional wanderers in the halls, but none on this hall. Kendra found herself alone by the stairs. She tried to regain her composure. She tried to figure out a way to make herself stop crying, but everything that jumped into her head screamed "YOU SCREWED UP!" And she had. She knew that. She had even tried to apologize for it, but she was just overcome with emotions right now. She had always been guilty of feeling things to strongly. Guilty of wearing her heart on her sleeve and such. She was done. Done with the X-Men and done with trying to be a hero. There were no two ways about that. She just wanted to live a quiet simple life with no danger beyond her own general clumsiness. Kendra stood there under the stairs trying to stop crying, but the tears were in heavy flow now. She tried and failed to get herself together. All she could think about was how much she had wronged her girlfriend....
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra said nothing as Becca gathered her things and she simply pushed the button on her speed dial. She didn't know why but she absentmindedly held the phone to hear ear while she waited, as if she were expecting herself to answer. It had been a long harrowing night. The sun would be up before to long. The first rays of the new day cracking over the horizon to inform them that they had made it. Kind of poetic really, in a weird sort of way. She had spent mostly the entire night in the company of another woman and she barely knew a thing about her. The only thing she really had a handle on was the fact that she had an accent, she was tough and she seemed to care about people. It was nothing you couldn't gather from only a few moments with the radiant woman, but there wasn't a lot of time for talking.
Kendra realized it was taking longer than usual. She was for the most part a pretty light sleeper. Normally she would wake up after the first couple rings. She watched as Becca left the room with her gear and begrudgingly followed. She was still holding her phone to her ear as she mounted the steps up behind Becca. A soft ringing could be heard inside the room. Muted to the hall by solid wood of the door, but still audible. Why am I not waking up? She wondered. She was getting a little nervous. Had she suffered some head injury that she just couldn't feel in the moment? She always felt pain less when in astral form. It was something she had to keep a conscious reminder of. She reached up and felt her head. There was in fact a small knot on the back of her head. It stung slightly to the touch and that worried her more. Another ring rang out in the room. The phone to her ear stubbornly kept ringing. Just as she was about to say something behind Becca. She disappeared.
She awoke in her bed. She was half way on and half way off of it. Her leg dangled precariously over the edge. Her sheets a haphazard tangled mess from tossing and turning. Her physical body reacting to the challenges of the danger room from within the safety of her dorm. Kendra's eyes cracked open to stare at the ceiling. She was still holding her phone in her hand. Looking at it she ended the call and the phone beside her bed stopped ringing. She didn't keep an answering machine. Any call to her room would simply ring until the caller gave up.
Kendra leaned up in her bed and felt the impact of the night almost instantly. She sat up to fast and the wave of nausea hit her first. She had to swallow several times to keep it down despite her mouth feeling dry as a desert. There was a light pulsing in her temples that swooshed in her skull. It persistant irratating droning noise that just might drive her crazy. Her muscles screamed in protest as she forced herself to sit up. "Coming." She called out lightly. She was startled by the frailty of her own voice and tried to clear her throat as she hoisted herself out of bed. Kendra was still dressed in the yoga outfit she had adorned in the danger room. Her shirt covered in the stains of a light layer of sweat. Her skin was hot and clammy and the silk sheets behind her hands were still warm. She took a moment to look around and realized that Emily was not in bed with her. She must have slipped out through the night. She felt a slight flutter in her chest. Emily would have certainly wanted to know why some strange woman was knocking on the door this early, maybe it was for the best that she had slipped away.
Kendra forced herself to her feet and started towards the door with a tired yawn. She had slept all night, but she still felt as if she had never rested. Her mind was in a constant state of conscious awareness so she simply always felt like a spark of electricity dancing across a live wire. Coffee would help. She really needed some coffee. She could almost smell the warm rich aroma drifting to her wishing nostrils as she crossed the room and seized the handle. Kendra felt as if she were hit by a truck. Her muscles burned and ached. She was stiff in places and other places, her legs mostly; felt as if they were made of rubber. Her hair was a victim of bed head. It looked like a hair dryer had committed felony assault on her while she slumbered. Wild strands of red hung in awkward places as her hair hung around her face and shoulders. She looked like a plate of dog shit that had been left in the microwave to defrost, but she was happy none the less.
A light smile touched her lips as she opened the door and saw Becca standing there. She knew it was her. She was standing in the hall behind her only moments before, invisible to the world. Kendra couldn't help but feel nervous though. What was she going to say? This was a awkward meet for sure. It hadn't even occurred to her how she might look just waking up. All her attention was only keeping herself upright. Kendra leaned against the door in a way that made her look casual, it was mostly just because the heavy wooden door offered her a merciful support in which to lean against. She didn't want Becca to see how much of a physical pounding she had taken through the night. Light bruises were already formed on the pale skin of her neat and shoulders. A few scrapes from the scuffles, and she was having trouble putting much weight on one ankle that was for all intents and purposes sprained.
Still she stood there proudly. They had accomplished something tonight. Something that even Kendra herself wasn't sure that she could pull off. They had slayed a freaking dragon and conquered the danger room. That in it self was enough to make you smile, but it was the lightly freckled face of a beautiful stranger standing at her door that put the smile there. Kendra tried her best to keep her calm. She felt like she wanted to cry. Not because of the pain; well, not ONLY because of the pain; but because she felt like she was meeting an old friend. They were strangers to one another sure, but she couldn't help but feel a strong feeling of commradery and companionship from the night they had shared beating down metal beasties. "Come on in." Kendra sat softly.
Kendra left the door way and turned to her table. She had a coffee maker sitting on the desk. It was the only real thing in her room besides her laptop and camera that she really cared about. Kendra started the coffee maker and already her tastebuds were tingling in anticipation. The liquid cure to what ailed her tired and tattered overtaxed mind. Kendra watched Becca as she prepped the coffee maker and grabbed a mug. Her hand fell on a second mug and she paused. "Coffee?" She asked. Her smile grew a little wider, It was a little odd standing in the same room with her in person. Kendra couldn't help but wonder what was going through Becca's mind in that moment.
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Kendra ached all over. Her throat burned lightly from the air lightly kissing the bruises around her neck. Every breathe she took caused her ribs to stretch sending a dull ache through her side. The rest of her just felt like one big pin cushion. Little jolts of stinging pain hit her here or there all over. It was a wonder she was able to fake such a beautiful smile. Though her smile was always beautiful, fake or not. Kendra was smiling because Emily sat down beside her. Her burdened mind just a little less burdened she still watched to make sure everything was ok. Her smile was fake, it was unsure.
The door swung open and the Doc patted the boy aon the shoulder lightly as they both stepped out. "Next time stay away from the 50-50 grinds and careful how much you rip it up on that skateboard." The old man laughed with a hearty laugh. That was it? He was patching up scrapes from a fall off a skateboard? Well, at least he wasn't selfish with his gifts. The boy smiled and said that he would try, but he couldn't promise anything and quickly bounded out the room. A bell rang out through the mansion signifying the end of one class and the beginning of another. Kendra wondered if Emily was missing any classes by being here but she didn't rightly care. She was glad that she was here.
The Doc turned his attention to Emily and Kendra. Turned his attention to Emdra and smiled. "Who's next? I'm assuming you young lady. You look like a truck parked on you. What happened?" He asked friendly. Kendra replied in sarcastic fashion. "A truck parked on me." This got another genuine full hearty laugh from the good Doctor. His laugh made Kendra legitimately smile. He was nice, kind and warm. That was enough right there to cause one to be comfortable, but something else about him struck her. He wasn't lecturing her. That was it she supposed. Then again, the lecture may very well come later. Kendra grabbed Emily's hand once more. She didn't want to go back there alone. Kendra eased herself out of her chair and shuffled her way over. Every step was a new fresh pain crashing through her in dull waves. Every step a little less painful though, because she was still holding Emily's hand.
Kendra stepped in the back room with Doc and her girlfriend. The room was small and lightly decorated with inspirational posters. There was a cat hanging from a rope on one. It looked as if the cat were trying to pull himself up with the words "Hang in there." written across the top in pink lettering. It was as if he went to the generic store and filled his cart with as much generic, generic as he could because they were having a super sale on generic posters. "Hop up let's have a look." He said tapping the examination seat with his hand.
Kendra did as she was asked and tried and succeeded in hoisting herself up on the table after some effort. Her ribs were fire. They were slowly burning out all of her energy. Every twist, every turn just drained her as that fresh dull wave of pain hit her. She didn't know about Doc. But he could see how an injury occurred when he healed you. He stared with the easy to reach one. He slid a gentle hand over the bruising on her neck. Kendra felt a warm loving sensation that made her feel at peace. She watched as Doc's eyes seemed to grow more worried and his brow furrowed. He was watching her being strangled, but she didn't know that. She only saw the concern on his face and it worried her. Doc said nothing as he went about his treatment. He only continued to treat the wounds that he found and tried to make sense of why someone would strangle such a pretty young lady, and he was collecting information on how the rest of her injuries occurred. Her battered ribs for example. They were a result of her leaping to a fire escape and missing before coming crashing down from her ineptitude and crashing ribs first on the edge of a dumpster in an ally.
Kendra watched as he sensed her ribs and lightly slid a hand over her ribs, over her shirt. She watched as he shook his head lightly. His eyebrows were still furrowed in concern and she was feeling worse by the moment. She wanted Emily. Childish maybe, to want the physical touch of someone while being scared at the doctor, but she didn't like the way he was looking at her. That concern registering across his face was freaking her out. He was simply seeing the injuries happen before him, but in the moment she could only conclude the worst. Kendra's hand moved back on the exam table quietly searching for the soft grasp of Emily. She was reaching out for tender reassurance, no matter how bad she felt she still wanted that. Needed that right now.
Moving downstairs with Emily Kendra didn't say much. She was glad that she had that burden off her chest. She felt awful keeping that to herself and for the most part; Emily seemed to be understanding. She didn't like the idea of going behind her girlfriend's back. Kendra reached down despite the pain shooting in her ribs and grasped Emily's hand. It was soft and warm inside her own, it was calming and reassuring as they made their way to see Doc Professor.
Pushing open the door she saw one other kid waiting to be seen. He seemed to be fairly alright except for a cut on his face. Kendra quietly wondered if everyone came here for every bump and bruise. Must be pretty tough on the old Doc to be patching up every little minor complaint. Kendra found a seat and gently lowered herself into it. The plastic back of the chair hard and ridged against her tender back. Her soft eyes moved over to Emily who seemed to be taking the whole thing in stride, though Kendra wasn't an empath. She didn't know what her girlfriend was truly feeling. Is she really ok with all of this? Kendra thought quietly. She thought she saw a touch of a smile gracing Emily's lips. That only made them seem more kissable, though she resisted the urge to seize them with her own once more. Instead, she opted to sit quietly and wait.
The Doc came out and offered Kendra a warm smile, before nodding in the direction of the boy. The boy stood up and walked over into Doc's office to be seen and Kendra watched with great interest. She wasn't sure how this whole healing thing worked. He was most certainly a mutant with a healing ability, but the thought of someone who could do that kind of blew her away. Not any crazier than the things she could do, she mused quietly. "Sit down and wait with me." She said softly as her eyes moved from the closing office door back to her girlfriend who was standing just inside the room. It was probably nothing, but Kendra was the type to read into everything. If Emily said she would prefer to stand Kendra would internally take that to mean she still had some problem with all of this. Despite saying otherwise, to Kendra that would mean something. Body language isn't always an exact science but it was fairly reliable.
Kendra was always the type of girl to be inside her own head. Her brain ping ponging around from thought to thought. She was just your garden variety classic over thinker. Kendra watched Emily carefully. She said she was ok with her doing this if she decided that she wanted to and got the proper training. Kendra was giving serious thought to giving it up all together. She was still going to train. That could still be useful, but the whole vigelante thing lost it's appeal when it hurt the ones you cared about. Kendra wasn't sure what she was going to do. She sat there quietly a moment as her request for Emily to sit still lingered in the air. Her brown eyes filled with regret, remorse, gratitude and apology. The matter had been settled, but she was still bein eaten away at by guilt.
Emily's what's important. She thought to herself biting her lip. She would give all this fighting crime nonsense up in a heart beat. It didn't matter. It was important work, but she didn't have to be the one to do it. She could step away and leave it into more capable hands if it came to that. At the end of the day, she just wanted to help. Maybe she could find a different way to do that. One that didn't get her nearly killed by her lack of experience or general clumsiness.
Kendra's shoulders slumped. She fell from a fire escape and landed on her ribs. She was choked by a criminal and punched in the jaw, but leave it to your girl friend to put the biggest hurting on you. "I promise." Kendra said sounded a little like a a child who was told they couldn't go outside to play.
She had agreed to train with her though. That was good. At the very least Kendra would feel a little better knowing that Emily knew how to protect herself too. As far as her nightly escapades through the streets of New York, that was done. She wouldn't be going out looking for trouble. She had given her word and that was something she didn't take lightly.
Kendra would soon find herself getting her but kicked in a different way. Danger room training. She wasn't even familiar with the danger room here. She hadn't heard anyone talk about it, but that was the best type of training available here at the mansion. Before she got to that though, she wanted to start learning a few of the basics. Like basic movement. Yeah she could teleport great! But also it took concentration, effort. It didn't matter if you were an invisible teleporter if you telegraphed all your moves.
She had been teleporting invisible in that alley against the muggers but she charged at them like a mad woman and announced her presence. That's how she found tight fingers slowly squeezing the breath out of her lungs. Kendra smiled at Emily. She was right. Of course she was right and justified to be angry with her. Kendra was not only in awe of Emily, she was starting to blush. Kendra wasn't an empath, but she knew that she was so angry because she actually really cared about her. It was one of the first times in her life that someone actually cared enough to get angry with her over something like this.
Kendra slowly came to that realization and her smile grew wider. Emily still had the slightly mad look on her face hen Kendra leaned in unexpected ly and kissed the softness of her lips. It was only a peck, but it was really sweet that she worried and she was overtaken by the idea. The urge to kiss her just leapt up and grabbed her so she seized the moment. "Let me throw somethang on right quick." She said with that usual southern drawl.
Kendra grabbed a shirt and a pair of jeans and her sneakers and looked at Emily. She wasn't bashful about getting changed in front of her, but she was nervous about her seeing how bad the bruise on her ribs was. Turning around, she dropped the towel and quickly pulled the shirt down over her slender frame. She was careful to angle her body so that it wasn't facing Emily. She quickly slipped on the jeans and fresh undergarments. She hoped seeing the bruises in better detail didn't get her another scolding. Kendra tried her best to smile innocently at her girlfriend. Just to reassure her she promised again. "I promise I ain't gone go lookin for no trouble. You have my word."
Posted by Daydream on May 13, 2017 21:37:44 GMT -6
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Daydream stepped up beside Juliette and watched her face carefully. Her own face became unintentionally disappointed when she realized her flashlight was all but useless. Juliette informed her that she could not in fact sense light. Oh well. She thought As she walked back over to her body. Juliette continued; telling her that she didn't see light any differently then a normal person would. As she explained, Daydream grabbed her sleeping body by the arms and began to drag it into the tall grass. It was reckless to leave herself out in the open like that.
Everything that Kendra had on her when she fell asleep was invisible, like herself. Her baton was invisible as was her clothes, her gun and the phone resting in her pocket. The flashlight resting in her belt loop was very much noticeable. It seemed to float around ghostly and with a mind of it's own. At the very least if Juliette couldn't sense light, she could see that. That was something at least. "I'll be careful I..." Her voice trailed off after Juliette told her to put the light away. Daydream reached down and clicked off the flashlight.
Before she could finish her thought several men came bounding their way. Daydream instinctively ducked. Her heart was already pounding. And so it begins.... She thought with a small smirk. It was a little nerve racking. It was also exciting. She remembered her last trek through the danger room. She had to stay focused. This wasn't a game. This was serious and either one of them could get hurt here. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Juliette trying to get her attention.
What? She thought dumbly for a second before she realized she was instructing her to make her way around. She could the voices more clearly now as the men seemed to be searching through the tall grass. Were they programmed to search for us? Hm.. She thought making her way around a large tree. She saw the men's gear. Automatic rifles and tactical body armor. They weren't kidding around here. Daydream pressed her back up against the tree. Her baton was still clutched firmly in her hand. She wasn't in charge of this little op. She didn't want to make the first move.
She couldn't quiet make out what Juliette was doing from her vantage point. Two of the men moved her way. They were searching in a formation it seemed, fanning out and slowly widening their perimeter. Kendra could teleport behind them and try and take them out quiet, but the guns made her more cautious. Instead she opted to just watch and see what they did.
The sounds of the jungle all around her she could hear them talking, but still couldn't fully make out what they were saying to each other. Heck, she didn't even know if they were speaking English at this point. Her eye caught the monkeys from before happily bounding from branch to branch. It brought a smile to her face briefly before she settled back into focus. Well, not sure what the play is here. She thought quietly. Then she moved around the tree a little more. She was invisible so she could risk exposing herself. She finally spotted Juliette. Two men heading in her direction as well.
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Kendra stood there. Her face a war of guilt and pain. She hurt far worse from the sound of Emily's wavering voice than any physical pain she was in. Those wounds healed easy.... She watched as sorrow slow danced in Emily's eye until she had to look away. She just had to look at anything other than that sheer disappointment. It wasn't like she was intentionally keeping it from her. She had always had this desire to help people. This need to help the mutant cause. She had just always helped in a different way.
Kendra was a photographer for a magazine back home called The Divide. A publication that focused on mutant rights issues. She supplied a good number of the photographs for it's readers. In her own small way she had always been helping the mutant cause. Though up until recently her involvement was far more passive. She didn't believe she could make any other difference until she came to the mansion and started to learn more about the X-Men and what they did. She wasn't an official part of the team, but she felt as if she were part of it in spirit. Like she had something to prove not only to them, but to herself.
Kendra's eyes darted away to the floor. The painful penance of her actions was the searing look that Emily had gave her and that pitiful wavering hurt voice that broke Kendra's heart. She couldn't believe it when she felt a gentle hand raising her chin. She didn't look at first. Her head turned to face Emily, but her eyes did not follow. Until the words ok came out. Kendra looked cautiously. She could see the difference in her girlfriend's face. It was acceptance?
She said she had her support if she got training. Well, that shouldn't be to hard right? Still she couldn't help but think that Emily wasn't 100% on board with the idea. Kendra looked like she got in a fight with a professional wrestler in a steel cage. She wasn't graceful and she wasn't a competent fighter. All she had was invisibility and the use of her teleport. She could control her teleport good enough to be hard to pin down, but she didn't have anything else in her bag of tricks. She had to learn how to fight it was that simple. "Will you train with me?" She asked cautiously.
Kendra wanted her girlfriend to know how to fight too just in case something happened god forbid. To be completely honest, any excuse to spend time with Emily was ok with her. She found herself absentmindedly rubbing at her arm. The sheepish, timid look long left her bright curious eyes. Kendra was serious. If Emily wanted her to train, she wanted Emily to train too. After all she was a mutant as well. The world wasn't ALWAYS safe for mutants. Anything could happen. Kendra began to relax. The guilt was gradually fading and replaced by a cautious optimism that filled her quickly. She even smiled a little. Sparring session with the girlfriend? It could be fun right?
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The quest was over. Not that Kendra knew that. She didn't hear the triumphant music blaring to signify the end of their journey. Her ears were ringing slightly and the soft pulsing in her hear thudded in her ear drums. She let out a small started cry when Becca landed and rolled on the floor beside her. Her cry was mostly drowned out by the music. Kendra watched carefully and it was the soft smile on her companion's face that told her they had survived. Kendra offered a smile in return that was as goofy as it was invisible.
Her muscles refused to obey her as she tried and failed to push herself up. Instead she settled for sitting up with her back against the wall. The slow rise and fall of her chest was enough effort to keep her heart beating at a slightly above average pace. The adrenaline was still coursing through her. Red strands of fire hung down in her eyes as she watched Becca move over and open a chest. Kendra's eyebrow raised when she reached inside and her face fell into a frown when she saw the harp. That's it? We just fought a dragon! She thought.
Kendra, despite the pain somehow forced herself to her feet. She knew that she felt pain less in her dreams. She wasn't looking forward to the agony she was going to be in when she woke up, but she also knew that she couldn't sleep through the night and have her injuries unattended to. She hoped nothing was broken. She couldn't tell. The pain was dull and muted on this plain but she seemed to be standing ok. Kendra moved over to Becca quietly.
Kendra's hand sunk down into her pocket. She felt the familiar edges of her phone resting there. She hoped it wasn't broken in the fall. It was her exit from the dream world It didn't hurt though that Becca was here, she could send someone to wake her up. "Thank we both need to get looked over. My body's back in room 206 and probably looking like someone stuck it in a meat grinder." She said with a light hearted tone. There was a hint of laughter to her voice. She was happy. She survived the danger room. What started out as innocent curiousity had turned into a lesson in snooping. She didn't regret it though, she had made a friend. A friend she very much would like to meet in person.
"I thank we should get out of here. Maybe we'll hold off on that hug until we meet in person." Kendra said brushing back her hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail. She wasn't sure what happened next. It was late, but it wasn't terribly late if her internal clock was anything to go off. They had time to sit and talk before the late hours of the night called Becca off to bed. Kendra could do without the sleep. She just as well stay awake, she would be wandering around twiddling her thumbs regardless.
Her hand was still holding her phone in her pocket. Kendra's thumb found the speed dial that would end this crazy dream. She watched her danger room cohort with interested eyes. Kendra couldn't help but admire her. She was strong, beautiful, confident, graceful under pressure. All the things that she was not. It was honestly flattering that she had said she had potential. She didn't comment on it, it didn't seem to be a time for many words. Mostly she was just in pain and relieved. She was also excited to introduce herself really for the first time.
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She could feel Artair trying to address her injury. It was a fruitless effort. She knew what was going to happen. She was going to bleed out. She could already feel her vision getting swimmy. It was hard to think. Hard to focus. She felt hands on her, but she couldn't tell what they were doing. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there. She didn't know how long it had taken him to find her.
She could hear him talking, but she didn't know what he was saying. She couldn't make out the words. He was calling someone at the mansion telling her to wake her up and give her medical attention. She at the very least caught that much. "Room 206." She mumbled half aware that she said something. In her astral form she felt things less intensely. If she felt them this bad here. She could only imagine what she'd feel when she was woken up. Her astral body felt cold. Numb. It was harder to keep her eyes open. She had never fallen asleep within a dream. That was inception on a whole other level that she had never even messed with.
Daydream could feel someone grabbing her shoulders and lightly shaking it. She looked at Artair. He wasn't touching her at the moment. So that must've meant that someone had made it to her room. Back in her room, room 206; someone was there. They could see her bedsheets slowly filling up with blood and there was a bullet hole in her shoulder, but no bullet. The bullet was a physical object that was part of the astral plain. She could bring objects back from her dream if she was physically touching them; like a bullet lodged in her shoulder. She was gently awakened. And the bullet magically appeared in her shoulder where it wasn't moments before when she woke.
Kendra screamed in agony. It was much worse than she thought. She felt like someone was ripping her arm off and the last few tendons holding it in place just wouldn't snap. It was almost unbearable. Her arm also feeling like it had been set on fire. The pain stung all the way down to the tips of her fingers. She didn't recognize the man who had woke her up, but he was some mansion staffer. "I was shot...." She cried out weakly as she was scooped up into someone's arms.
Her head lulled back and stared at the ceiling. She watched the tiles racing by as the man had a slight panic to his step. She was sure that he was going to save her. She just tried not to focus on the pain so much. Her hand slunk down into the pocket of her leather jacket that she was still wearing. She had left Artair at the house with all the thugs dealt with. The boss, though he had shot her had fled. Mission accomplished? Was this justice? Was this what we set out to do? She wondered as she felt her body jostling around in this guy's arms. He carried her as if she weighed next to nothing. Her limp arm dangling lifelessly.
Her other arm slipping into the pocket of her jacket to feel the familiar edges of her cell phone. She pulled it out. The moment she woke up her astral form had left Artair's side. He would be alone in that doorway with visible bloodstain in the floor. She unlocked her phone and the blue screen lit up her pale face as she was carried downstairs. She opened a new text. A text to Artair. Her fingers slowly found the keys they were looking for. Message sending. Message sent."Thank you....."Message delivered.
The blazing money was screaming behind her. The heat of the flames licked at the skin on the back of her neck. It was exciting. Dangerous. Still, she was terrified. She wasn't trained in fighting. She had held her own in few different situations but that didn't make her a fighter. She watched as Artair begain picking people off. The room was absolute chaos. There were people running every which way. A few guys came over to try and put out the fire. Daydream dispatched them with her police baton. Sending them off to the land of the unconscious.
Daydream ducked behind a table. Just because she was invisible didn't mean she couldn't get hit by a stray bullet. And there were plenty of them flying around the room now as the thugs tried to take out the mutant. This turned from a moral dilemma to a civil rights thing. Daydream didn't feel guilty about pounding these guys. They deserved it. It made it a little sweeter that they were a bunch of mutant hating a-holes.
Daydream teleported away from her cover and behind a guy with a mac 10 sub automatic machine gun. He had a sub machine pistol that was spitting out bullets like crazy. He was the only one she could tell that had anything more than a pistol. She teleported beside him and grabbed his arm and to his surprise aimed it down at his foot. He sprayed his own foot with lead and went down screaming. He shot two of his own in accidental friendly fire as he fell. Daydream felt bad at first, but quickly realized one was shot in the arm the other was hit in the shoulder. They would live.
She saw the boss making a break for it. She had evened the odds a bit for Artair. She teleported over to another guy as she made the choice to chase the boss. She smacked the guy twice hard in the ribs with her baton. He dropped to his knees clutching his ribs and she brought the baton over the back of his neck before teleportin out of the room after big boss himself. She couldn't risk being in there with bullets flyin and richochets flying off Artair's shield. Plus she couldn't let the head a-hole in charge get away.
Daydream reappeared in the hallway. She saw the bossman running. She teleported over to the rug in front of him. She grabbed it and shook it hard causing the rug to ripple and clump up. He tripped over the material that suddenly started bunching on it's own and when stumbling face first into the sofa. He flipped over the sofa and crashed through a glass coffee table. Daydream hoped that Artair could handle the few remaining goons. She chased after her target and jumped over the couch. Landing on the otherside she put her invisible boot to his throat. He pulled a gun to fire blindly in a panick into whatever was holding him down. Daydream smacked his knuckles hard with her baton and his gun went skittering away.
"You're done dealing in this town you hear me?" She tried to make her voice sound threatening and not at all scared like it honestly was. "You thank rival dealers are bad? You want to have a thousand pissed off mutants at'cha doorstep?" She bluffed. Daydream pressed her boot down harder crushing his windpipe. "OKAY! OKAY! YOU WON'T SEE US AGAIN!" He spat out.
Daydream being the trusting sort let him up. She grabbed the edges of her leather jacket and gave it a few short tugs to make it sit more suitably along her slender shoulders. The drug lord stood up and smiled. He lied. He aimed his gun in the direction of Daydream. He had heard the jingling of the buckles on her leather jacket and he pulled the trigger shooting her in the shoulder. Then he ran out of the house.
Daydream fell to the carpet and began to cry out. A searing ripping pain in her shoulder. It wasn't but so bad. She felt pain less intensly in her dream state. She could definatly feel it though. She knew she had been shot. Daydream couldn't lift her arm holding the baton. She lifted her tranquilizer gun aiming it at the scum tht shot her, but she leveled it right as he disappeared out the front door.
She weakly allowed her arm to drop and stumbled over into the entertainment center. The pain was growing a little worse now. It seemed to pulse in her shoulder. She was loosing blood. Getting lightheaded. Daydream was invisible, but her blood was leaving a nice little blood trail in the beige carpet. She made a blood trail leading to the front door. Then she collapsed in the doorway. A small pool of blood forming beneath her.
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Her eyes were playing tricks on her. She thought for a moment she saw Geo sink down into the ground. That can't be. He died. Didn't he? She stood there lost in thought. A quiet daydreamer, daydreaming away as death loomed closer. The soft crunch of soil beneath Cerberus's foot. Geo's death had to be an illusion. Geo is still alive! She didn't know how it worked, but she was willing to bet that it was true. Still, it gave her a reason to be hopeful. She snapped out of her awakening epiphany when she realized the large black shape was now closer. Licking it's many lips.
Daydream had a sedative running through her system. When she tranquilized herself earlier to come here invisible it left her with a dull numbness. She hadn't noticed it much because of all the adrenaline, but as her body began to level out she noticed the effect of the sedative in her system. She pointed the tranquilizer gun at Cerberus and shot a dart right into one of it's three heads. It didn't seem to have much effect. She quickly tucked the gun back in it's holster. She slipped her baton back in it's resting place. The only thing it did was make the beast break out into a charge against her. It's massive paws padding the soft ground in a gallop.
Daydream teleported herself on it's back. Her hand clutched at the massive collar of the canine monster. It knew she was there. It shook violently tryin to free itself of her grasp. It was heading right for the spider. The spider saw her and reared back on it's hind hairy legs. It spit acid that came showering down like spring rain. Daydream teleported away again. This time off to the side. She exploded into a fine mist of pale peach colored skin and red hair. Reappearing a foot above the ground she blinked back into existence landin hard. Her knees absorbed most of the shock, but it was a jarring landing. She touched the ground fast and went stumbling into a tent. The acid spit by the spider showered over Cerberus causing it to yelp and skitter away from the great hairy arachnid.
Daydream peered out of the tent in time to see Cerberus had spotted her again and charged her like a bull in a china shop. It bowled through the tent. Mere seconds before it reached her Daydream looked up at the feris wheel and teleported herself up there. Her body came ripping back into reality inside onf of the moving seats. She blinked into existence with her body slamming hard against the less than luxurious bucket seat. The spider was already on her. Dam do they have dream seeking vision or something? She wondered as she looked to the seat above her and teleported herself higher. The spider was dam fast. It moved with lightening speed and was climbing the side of the feris wheel.
Meanwhile the great hell hound was caught up in the tent. It managed to get itself momentarily trapped in the tent. Great claws and sharp teeth trying to rip at the fabric to free itself. The spider began to spin webs around the feris wheel. IT was using it's web to slow down the ride and bring it to a crawling stop. This creature was smart. It started spraying web over the seats as well to give it's fleaing prey less places to hide.
Daydream's teleport was erratic. She didn't want to die. Not when she was clinging to the hope that Geo had somehow survived. She had an idea though the thought of it actually terrified her. She looked down by the base of the feris wheel. There was one of those games where you hit the platform with the hammer and try and ring the bell. She teleported down it it quickly and grabbed the hammer. Her brown eyes darting back up to the massive spider that nearly blocked out the sun. Above her the spider had noticed she disappeared. It climbed up higher on the feris wheel searching for it's prey. It was going to wrap her in a cacoon to eat later.
Daydream was gripping the hammer between her hands. She hoped this would work. Just then Cerberus came bursting out of the tent. It caught her off guard. It too moved with a speed you wouldn't expect. Before she could stop it. It was on her. One of it's three heads picked her up with massive jaws. It's teeth sinking into the fabric of her leather jacket and slinging her high up in the air like a dog biscuit. It's mouths open hungry and wide waiting for the delicious flesh of her to fly back down. Daydream soared through the air still holding the hammer. The spider had noticed her now. She was flying up towards it. Cerberus had tossed her high into the air.
The spider spit acid down hoping to burn her alive and keep her from running from it any further. Daydream closed her eyes and thought above the spot right above the spider. The point way up high. She exploded into a mist of smoke and the spider's acid fel down into Cerberus's open mouths. Acid rain burning the back of it's throat and it's eyes and face. Cerberus fell to the ground rolling and spasming. The spider no long interested in Daydream but the holding meal in front of it. It was the second time Cerberus got in it's way and now the spider was thinking much bigger in terms of lunch. It slowly started to descend on Cerberus on a string of web. It spit more acid as it did gaining more yelps from the convulsing terrified beastie below.
Daydream was up high now. She was higher than the top of the feris wheel. The heavy hammer still tightly in her grasp. She looked up and thought about a spot even higher. This wasn't high enough. She teleported even higher in the sky. Until she was simply a silouhette against the sun itself. She looked above her and teleported even higher s till. Until she could barely see the spider below. It looked like a spec.
Then she allowed gravity to do the work. She allowed gravity to pull her down back to the earth. Her grip on the hammer tightening as she began to pick up speed. Her eyes narrowed with a look of determination though her lips quivered in a wavering of fear and uncertainty. She was approaching the spider fast and it wasn't even looking for her now. IT was getting closer now. Closer. Closer.......Daydream swung the hammer just at the right moment. She was like a penny dropped off the empire state building. Picking up enough speed and enough force to deal a deadly blow.
A horrible screeching emerged from the spider as it fell from it's web. It came crashing down to earh itself. It was a long drop from the feris wheel and it exploded in a mix of red and bright green acid, everything. It exploded over the fallen Cerberus who began to sizzle and smoke from the poisonous elements dripping over it; in the wake of the carnage. Daydream was still falling and moments before she hit the ground as well she exploded. A fine mist of her teleport sending her to relative safety.
Daydream teleported herself somewhere though she didn't have time to think about where she was going. She grabbed the first thought that appeared in her head and took it as an exit. She reappeared a few feet above the ground. Her body falling from the sky and hitting the dirt hard. She landed awkwardly on her shoulder and rolled across the ground several times. She rolled across the dusty ground until she slammed hard into a wooden wall. Her spine buckled with the impact. Her head colliding with the wall to make her vision instantly double. Even in astral form she had to be careful about head injury. She didn't know what effect they would have on her body.
She stared at scene before her. Cerberus was wimpering but not dead. It was horribly disfigured though. The spider WAS dead. It had gave Cerberus an acid bath when it exploded on the ground, but Cerberus was tough. Still, it'd be awhile before it was a problem again. Daydream almost felt bad for it when she heard it whimper. She looked around. Her vision seemed swimmy and she saw two of everything. She saw a pair of feet approaching. Dusty cowboy boots kicking up dirt as it moved closer to her. "So....You're the b***h that started all this trouble? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" Daydream struggled to lift her aching head, she brought her face up just in time to see the man starting to tear through his clothing. He was transforming somehow. And he meant to take out his frustration on her. She couldn't move. Not a muscle. She could only sit in horror and watch.
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The ride was horrifying. It was sick, perverted justification for being a monster. A demon in human skin. She knew the struggles that mutants were up against. She didn't need the propaganda shoved in her face. She knew this ride was intended for humans but she wanted off it. She wanted off it in the worst way. Daydream couldn't stomach another minute of this garbage. She tried to climb from her seat but false Geo tried to pull her back down. He asked her what she was doing. "Getting off this dam thang!" She cried in protest. Before she could struggle free from his grip something happened that made them both stop.
The walls caught fire. The whole ride turned into a blazing inferno. Flames licked the air and burned the inside of her nostrils with the vapid heat. The wooden beams seemed to scream and cry from the tortuous inferno. There was a pop. Crackling heat caused rivets in the metal framework to start shooting off like bullets. Daydream ducked and let out a frightened scream. Another rivet whizzed past her head in the dark. The flames cast everything a pale orange like. Shadows of hell dancing triumphantly on the walls. They're trying to smoke us out. She thought. It was nothing of the kind. The child knew that Gavin was dead. She was going to bring the ones responsible to their knees with insanity.
Outside in Geo's destructive warpath things were not settled as he thought. There was still the angry temperament of a scorned child to deal with. Gavin's murderous monsters still trapped in their confines under the fallen tent. That wouldn't keep them incapacitated forever.
Daydream grabbed false Geo's hand and they tried to make a break for the exit. They could see the back door to the ride. The door that maintenance used to fix thins on Gavin's propaganda thrill ride. They burst through the doors to see something terrible. They saw the giant spider making it's way out from inside the tent. It had escaped it's net with it's acid spit. Venom so toxic that a single drop would sear you all the way to the bone. It's eyes landed on false Geo. It didn't even noticed Daydream standing there. It moved with speed like anything she had ever seen and raised up. She wanted to scream but terror seized her throat and paralyzed her vocal cords.
She watched as the giant spider descended on Geo. Her horror grew as she heard his screams. She smelled the burning of his flesh that burned her nostrils far worse than any blazing inferno ever had. She was goin to be sick. Within seconds Geo was gone. She had just began to know this man. To care for him and he was gone. Daydream teleported away from the vicious beast. She had watched him swallow her friend in a single bite. But not before she saw his face melting and smoking.
Daydream teleported sporadically. She didn't know where she was going, she just had to be away from there. She exploded into a pale and red cloud several times. Each time she reappeared her feet only touched the soft soil for a second before she was exploding into another cloud of smoke. She couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Reappeared by a trash can and doubled over it. Her limp wrists dangling over the edge as she expelled this mornings breakfast. Her head hung in the trash can until her knees gave out. She slumped against it. Her red hair trailing up the side of it. Bits of vomit in her hairs and touching the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were dull, lifeless, directionless. She felt like she lost everything. And she barely knew the man. Her heart was screaming, but she was unable to move.
Her eyes lazily lolled over to the sounds of screaming. She couldn't tell what was going on. There was another tent blocking her view, but she didn't care. Geo was gone. Then her eyes caught the little girl. She was standing there staring at her. She didn't stop to consider that watching Geo die was an illusion. It felt real. Because it was real. Only, it was handsome man who was eaten and killed. Not Geo. Kendra's eyes burned with a sick hatred of this girl. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she blamed her anyways. It was the girl who manifested the illusion of the thrill ride being set ablaze. It was the girl who was causing the light in the afternoon sun to seem dismal and dark. Like the storm of the century was rolling in.
Daydream's face twisted into a sneer. She reached for her tranquilizer gun. She really wanted to reach for her baton and beat this girl to within an inch of her life, but she was not that kind of person. Even the sorrow burrowing into her heart couldn't cause her to be that person. She was going to shut her down though. She reached for her gun. Only it wasn't there. It was in the little girl's hand. Mind games? She thought. She double checked and it was in fact still hanging in her holster. Kendra forced herself to her feet. She pulled out her tranquilizer gun, ready to end the nightmare. If only for herself. Geo...... She thought sadly and aimed the gun at the nightmare maker. And then she vanished before Kendra's eyes.
Kendra stood there for a moment unable to breathe. She sighed a few unbelieving breathes and then began to laugh. Of course! The nightmare will never end. Not at Gavin Sinclair's Fantastical Circus of Curiosities and Wonders! The fun never stops there! Kendra was starting to crack a little bit. Just then there was a massive sound of something falling over. It was the stone pillars from inside the tent. Cerberus was free. He leaped out of the tent and it's wild red eyes searched for the cause of it's anger. They landed on Kendra. The little girl made her visible to the circus mutants, and now she was visible to Gavin's monsters. She was going to bring Daydream and Geo to their knees for what they had done. Cerberus's three heads licked it's lips staring at Kendra.
The giant spider moved slowly up behind her. It's many eyes staring down it's next morsel. Cerberus in front of her, the giant spider behind her and Geo causing destruction on innocent mutants who had no free will of their own. Gavin Sinclair was right.... This was the best show on earth! Daydream looked up at Cerberus but only continued to laugh hysterically. Her arms out at her sides as if she had given up. She really didn't feel like fighting this anymore.
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Daydream was about to make her move. She had taken several minutes to get up the nerve and she was about to make her move. When suddenly, she could hear a familiar voice. It was far off, in a different part of the house. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but it was hard to misplace the accent. The man upstairs turned and started heading back towards the stairs and that's when she made her move.
Kendra sprang forth from the bathroom and charged the guy heading down the stairs. It wasn't sleek or stylish. It wasn't badass or something you'd see in an action movie. It was pure craziness. Daydream charged out of the bathroom, tripped over an area rug and collided with the poor guy. The two of them sailed down the first few steps and crashed into a banister railing. Their bodies went tumbling the rest of the way to the first floor. Daydream landed on top of the guy and the guy felt the air rush out of him as his invisible assailant landed on him.
Daydream wasn't to badly stunned. She tried to scramble to her feet. The man wasn't to badly stunned either because he reached out to catch whatever was on him. He caught her foot and clutched it with a ferocious grip. Daydream turned around and kicked him in the head until he finally let go.
When he did all of her weight leaning in the opposite direction caused her to stumble back into a table that had alcohol on it. Crashin through the table now she was covered in beer and liquor that had been left on the table. The droplets rolling down her leather jacket caused her to be someone visible but not much. You really had to know what you were lookin for to notice a few floating droplets among chaos.
. This wasn't good. She had lost some of her invisibility. She had to be more careful. One wrong stupid move could blow this whole operation for the both of them and then it wasn't just a slap on the wrist. Screwing up could get them killed. She wasn't sure what Artair was doing, but she could hear his voice much clearer now. He was close by. She grabbed her police baton in one hand and pulled her tranquilizer gun out in the other hand. She knew this wasn't ideal. Hell, this was like making a well laid plan and doing the complete opposite. She only hoped that her partner could improvise.
Kendra moved through the living room to where she thought she heard the voices coming from. She could see Artair standing in the doorway. Sneaking up behind him was a guard with a gun. He hadn't noticed Daydream yet. She lifted her tranquilizer gun and pulled the trigger. The dart hit him in the neck and he felt woozy almost instantly. He collapsed in a heap.
Daydream crept up to where Artair was. Peering inside the room around him she teleported inside the room. To the back of the room. She was standing behind everyone now. Their attention solely on Artair. Daydream looked down and saw a table with stacks of money on it. Profits from the drug game? She picked up a bottle of vodka some poor dope had been drinking and quietly poured it over all the cash. Her eyes darted back to Artair as she pulled out her zippo lighter and set the whole lot of it ablaze.
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May 19, 2024 20:21:50 GMT -6
Melody
Daydream caught her breathe. She watched Becca slay the dragon, or so she thought. Daydream's knees buckled a bit when she realized that cutting off one head did little to solve their problem as a whole. Becca told her that her mouth would get her into trouble and readied her sword. Good advice, better advice still get ready because the fight wasn't over. Daydream followed Becca's lead and crouched her stance.
Her bangs fell in her eyes. Her ponytail had fallen loose, her wild red main flowing down her shoulders. Daydream rolled her tense shoulders and her fists clinched and unclenched in nervous anticipation. She was holding her own. Against A DRAGON! Yeah she got a small lecture on her rookie impulse, but still she was in this fight! Daydream didn't answer Becca's critiques. She simply nodded nd moved her eyes back to the dragon who's roar drowned out the music.
This was a desperate fight. This fight alone would prove that she had what it took to do something positive with her powers. Before this ill adviced trip to the danger room. Daydream had found herself spending her nights trolling the streets looking to dish out vigilante justice. She had ended up getting the job done, but she took but kicking in the process. Her fighting justice didn't teach her how to fight. It didn't teach her not to be a clumsy mess. It didn't prepare her to fight a dragon.
Back in room 206 Kendra's sleeping body settled into the comforter. She rolled back over to her back and got comfortable. Her mind was starting to relax, refocus. She wasn't restless. Her breathing steadied within the sheets of the bed in room 206. It caused physiological changes in her astral body. Daydream looked at the dragon. Her eyes softened from fire to a few lapping flames. Daydream wanted to pull her weight. She wanted to do her part to slay the beast. But she was invisible. Becca was lopping off heads! She couldn't put herself in the line of fire......"Let me borrow that!" Daydream said. As she pulled the sword from her friend's hand and vanished.
Daydream teleported away from Becca with Becca's sword in her hand. Dam thing was heavy! She almost dropped it the minute she grasped it. She teleported in front of the dragon. The sword at a horizontal slope. The handle clasped tightly in her hand, the blade dragging the ground. Kendra's wild hair hung in her eyes. She saw her opponent through strands of fire. She eyed the approaching dragon. It saw the sword. It began to stalk her. "COME ON BOWSER! COME RULE THE KUPA KINGDOM!" She spat. Becca gave her sound advice, but Kendra had to be herself.
She was no longer the cocky confident persona she sometimes slipped into. She was herself. She was scared, she was terrified honestly, but she stood up to the fear that burned brighter than her own fiery maine. The dragon took another step forward. A smile spread across her face as she looked above the dragon. She was wielding the sword she couldn't lift, and she teleported. She teleported up near the ceiling as high as she could. Reappearing above the dragon the weight of the sword pulled her down fast! The long heavy sword pulled her spiraling downward into hardened glistening scales.
The blade pieced the dragon's shoulder. She missed her mark. She was aiming for the second neck. The dragon let out a roar of pain. It blew scorching breathe towards the ceiling. Daydream could feel the heatlicking at her skin. The heat alone almost suffocated her. It shook violently and Kendra tried to hold on for dear life. But she couldn't..... The dragon shook her and Kendra went crashing into a wall. She slid down the wall and hit the floor hard. The sword still planted in the back of the beast.
Kendra tried to get up, tried to force herself to her feet, but every muscle screamed in protest. Kendra uttered a weak cry and collapsed to the ground. Her muscles gave out and all she could do was try and gasp for breath. Each huff of air sent dirt from the dungeon floor skittering away. Her whole body was racked with pain. It was up to Becca to finish off the beast. Daydream had failed. Daydream managed to roll over to her side after some effort and tried her best not to look scared. She saw the dragon's mouth opening. Another dangerous breathe charging out from the back of it's throat. With her last bit of strength she teleported away. Back behind Becca. She was slumped against the wall now. "I'm out this fight I thank. Bring it home sugar." Kendra said. She couldn't keep the tears and pain out of her voice. She had given everything she had.
