The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Juka couldn't tell where he was or where he was going. The giant mini clay Cthulu clung to his bubble with an impressive tenaciousness. Despit spinning his bubble upside down and shooting randomly in every posible direction, the creature remained attached to his bubble. For the time being he was safe from suffocation but that didn't mean that he was home free. For one thing, the pressure the creature was exerting on him, pressing its tendrils into his face and body, wasn't exactly comfortable. He felt mounting pressure from the creature as it realized that Juka wasn't slowying down. That, and there was the fact that he coudn't see and at any moment he might collide with either enemy or ally and unknowingly injure them or worse. Not a pleasant thought.
Sounds of battle, fire and explosions continued to reverberate around him, all the more terrifying given that he coudln't see what was causing the horrific sounds. Were his allies falling one by one to the awesome wrath of the monster and his miniature minions? No way to tell. Juka's thought that, perhaps, he might be able to strike at the mini Cthulu with his own anvils, but then he would risk injuring himself in the process and that didn't seem like a great plan either. His only hope, and faint one at that, was to hope that, in his blind zooming, he collided with a tree large enough to do enough damage to the creature to cause it to let go of him and fall off. And hope that he didn't collide with one of his allies in the process.
And then suddenly he was free of the creature and he could see again! Juka let out a shout of happiness at his newfound freedom before returning his attention to the one who had freed him: mainly the man he had struck with his anvils a short while before and who seemed to feed off of their energy. "Smashing I can do," Juka agreed. Finally something useful he could do. It seemed him and the man made quit the team. A moment later, four anvils made their way towards the man, smashing into his side one by one in quick succession. Hopefully it would work as well this time as it had worked last time.
Meanwhile, the mini-Cthulu that had been knocked off of Juka was making its way to its feet, its attention back on him. And he spotted the splattered remains of what he assumed to be a second mini-Cthulu, completely unrecognizable as such aside from the fact that even in that delapitated state it appeared to be trying to reform itself. Bits of mud inched across the ground to combine with other bits of mud. It wouldn't take long for the monster to reappear.
Juka was in the midst of contemplating whether or not he could even play video games while being stuck in his bubble, unsure whether he could partially bubble an object or not, given that a cord would have to exist both inside and outside of his bubble to be useful (never having throught to try) when the door of the room opened and in walked Shin. The feelings that assaulted him were conflicted, to say the least. One the one hand he felt comforted that so many people apparntly cared about his well being, but on the other hand did he really want yet another person to see him in the state he was currently in? Shin didn't seem the type to judge, but how could he really be sure?
"A mutant named Aura tried to kill me for rescuing a human she was trying to kill," Juka stated depressingly. "She almost succeeded."
When Kasumi handed Juka a wireless Wii controller, his video game playing problem was magically solved. He accpted the controller, sending out a tendril and a mini bubble in order to transport it from the outside world into his little caccooning bubble. It had been many hears since he had picked up a controller and played video games, not since he was a child. His parents, being their typical conservative selves, had never approved.
"I'm not very good at video games," Juka stated hesitantly. He waited for the game to start and, despite his apprehensions, felt comforted.
Juka needed fire as it seemed to be the only thing that had thus far hurt the horrific beast. Unfortunately he had no way to get said fire and was in the midst of contemplating how to solve this dillemma when the man he had hit with the anvils returned to him, though in a none to graceful fashion if Juka was to be any judge of such things. No, instead of an acrobatic perfect 10, he landed in a heap below Juka's feet. If only there was something he could do for the man, but the only thing he could think of was to hit him with his anvils again but he wasn't sure if that would even help matters.
As Juka was trying to deciede what he should be doing he heard the command from Alchemist that he should take a break and rest for a while, but how could he possibly consider resting when the monster was still out there trying to kill everyon in sight? Besides, he was, perhaps, the only one fighting that didn't need to take a rest. The brief moment ha had maintained his flaming torches had taken something out of him, but his bubble wouldn't let him become tired so long as he didn't utilize his newly manifested powers. No, whatever he decided was his next move, it most certainly would not be to sit and rest while others risked their lives to save his. He was through being the victim and for once was going to be the hero. Even if his various bruises and other injuries protested such treatment.
At that moment Juka spoted the ninja boy that had saved him earlier from his own insanity and the possibility of him seriously injuring if not killing an ally. He couldn't let Cthulu kill the boy, not after what he had done for him. Without a second thought, Juka zoomed his bubble between the ninja and the monster itself, hoping to distract the creature from doing further damage to the ninja. Anvils continued to whirl around himself and he hoped desperately that he hadn't come too late to help the kid. "Hey, why don't you pick on something your own size," he yelled at the beast and, acompanying the yell, colliding all four anvils into the nearest tentacle. The force of the blows compacted the clay and, with the fourth and final blow, severed the tentacle itself. He spared only a moment to glance at it as it lay writhing on the ground below him. Belatedly he realized that that probably wasn't the smartest thing he had ever done.
As if confirming his fear that Juka had just made a horrible mistake, he spotted a great ball of clay being flung directly at him and had just enough time to mentally berate himself for his massive lack of thought, before making the desperate attempt to dodge the missile. He banked left while simultaneously moving all 4 of his anvils right, directly in front of the path of the flying clay ball. The ball collided with one of the anvils and he didn't even hav sufficient time to think about how he may have just saved his life before the ball mutated from a ball to a mini-Cthulu.
Crap. That was the only word that came to Juka's mind at the insideous transformation. Wasn't a single giant Cthulu enough for any single person? But no. And now the mini-Cthulu was launching itself off of the still moving anvil towards Juka's bubble. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. The mini monster's aim was true and it landed on top of Juka's face, completely obstructing his vision. Tentacles constricted and the bubble collapsed around his face, the monster completely obstructing his vision. If not for his bubble and the fact that it continually refreshed his air supply, its plan to suffocte him likely would have worked. Fortunately for Juka, his bubble allowed him to continue breathing. Unfortunately for Juka, he couldn't see and therefore couldn't navigate and sooner or later the creature would realize that his plan to suffocate him wasn't working and, while his bubble could allow him to breathe, it provided a very innefective shield against any other form of attack. Juka spun in the sky, trying desperately to unlodge the little beast. Little, of course, being a subjective term.
Juka felt, for once, like he belonged and was a part of something. The last time he had felt that way was back when he was still in Japan performing with his band and he had never expected to feel like that when not on a stage. But this, this was so much more than he had ever experienced, even while singing his heart out, because he knew that this involved making a difference and doing something good. Koga and Maya and the entire experience with Cthulu had shown him that his life could be so much more than music and fashion and adoring fans. Not that he ever intended to abandon those loves of his, of course, but they needn't be the center of his existance.
Very abruptely Juka realized that he was no longer floating, that for the first time in a month his bubble was gone. He blinked in stunned confusion before breaking into a huge grin. He then proceeded to run up to Koga and attempt to give him a huge hug, no longer even thinking about the fact that he was battered and bruised and pobably didn't want a hug from him at all. Full of excited relief, he ran over to Maya and attempted to give her a big hug as well, paying not the slightest bit of attention to her drink and the fact that she probably didn't want it spilled. This was a time of great joy and he needed to share his joy with the world. And, the world not all being in the same room, he opted to share his joy with the two people that were in the room with him.
"My bubble is gone!" Juka yelled in all exuberance, forgetting even the basic concept of 'inside voice' vs. 'outside voice'. "You wonder wonderful people have surely saved me from a torment of forever being the boy floating in the bubble. Once again I can walk the streets in freedom." Words could not properly express his exhileration and relief.
Shopping was, of course, a most excellent activity to engage in at any time, particularly when it involved shopping for clothes or for kitties, because if there was one thing Juka knew it was that kitties enjoyed getting pampered just as much as humans did, if not more so. But if there was one thing that was better than shopping it was shopping with someone else, someone to share the joy of a shiny new purchase with. And as much as he adored his kitties, they just didn't fill that role very well. Alas, Juka found himself shopping alone this day but he was nothing if not Juka Miami and that meant that he would not be shopping alone for long. Surely someone was out there that was simply dying to spend time with him. After all, who wouldn't be?
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A familiar voice! For a moment Juka merely stood there in the street, trying to figure out where he had heard the voice from. After all, he did have hordes of adoring fans (if only in his own mind at least) and so th voice could have been anyone. Then: revalation! The voice he heard was from someone living at the Mansion and, if he was not mistaken, someone who had helped him in vanquishing the evil clay Cthulu monster that had so rudely decided to wreak such havok at Central Park only a few days ago. Clearly this was destiny that the two of them were at the same place at the exact same time which meant that clearly Juka was meant to approach her so that they might go on a shopping adventure together. She must want a shopping companion just as much as he did, right?
Decision made, Juka did a once over on his appearance, ensuring that everything was perfect (which of couse it was) and glided elegently over to her. The crowds parted before him, clealry seeing him for the beautiful man that he was and knowing that it simply wouldn't be seemly for them to stand in his way. ""You are a vision of beauty my dear," Juka told her, curtseying deeply in front of her. "I would be most honoured if you would accompany me this day as we wander this most perilous city in search of its many hidden treasures." It bothered him not at all that she had been talking to herself only a moment before. After all, he often found himself talking to his kitties and wasn't that pretty much the same thing? Well, except for the fact that his kitties often talked back to him of course.
"Why don't you just tattoo "leper" on your forehead?"
Juka blinked, turned around, and frowned at a second woman who had appeared, this one completely unfamilair. "Well don't you think that was a little rude? "Clearly this vision," he gestured towards the girl from the Mansion whose name he still did not know, "is excercising her individuality and that is something to be admired not scorned." Some people just didn't understand.
Best suggestion is to start a thread in one of the New York boards and tag it open. Someone is sure to come and join and if you don't get any takers, Juka's around and Meld hasn't left for Romania either.
Today was to be a day of grandest celebration. Only a day ago Juka had found the ultimate purpose of his life, to his his powers in order to help those who couldn't help themselves and for that he thanked his newest ninja friend Koga. But, even more important than that, it was only yesterday that, after an entire month of being trapped in his bubble, his bubble had finally obeyed his command and dissappeard. Oh what a happy day that was to finally be free of it and once more be Juka Miami bublless extraordinaire. And today he vowed to celebrate that most grand event in his life by, of course, going shopping.
It had been some time since Juka had gone all out with his dress and appearance, but today seemed like the day to do so, if ever there was such a day. And so, for the first time in weeks, he had left the Mansion grounds and returned to his lofty appartment, searched through his closets and found the perfect outfit for such a noteworthy event as this. He opted for a purple, white and black theme, with a purple and black dress with white highlights and black boots. Around his neck was an elaborate silver and (fake but who needed to know) diamond choker and matching bracelets around his wrists. His makeup, as per usual of course, was exquisite and elaborate, with dramatic reds and purples to compliment his dress of choice and his hair was done up in dozens of little braids. Yes, he was Juka Miami and he was the most fabulous person around.
Times Square was, of course, the best place in the city that Juka knew of for a giant celebratory shopping spree and, for once, he opted to go via taxi cab. Getting out, he remembered to tip generously and winked at the rather handsome young man who had driven him all the way who had been staring with awefilled eyes at him the entire ride. And really, Juka couldn't blame him. After all, he was probably the most amazing person the man had ever seen, let alone had the privalege of giving a ride too.
Instantly upon exiting the taxi eyes fell upon Juka and, of course, that was exactly as it should be. After weeks of moping around the Mansion, stuck in his bubble and recovering both physically and emotionally from Aura's viscious attack upon him, Juka was back and in all his glory. Yes, people stared, but they were the stares of admiration, awe and, yes, even the occasional stare of horror. But at least they weren't the stares that said 'you are a freak and therefore we hate you'. Now all he had to do was find the perfect present for himself.
As Juka spun chaotically towards an offending tree, he struggled desperately to regain control of his bubble. He definately did not want to collide with that tree. Colliding with the rather large tree would definately equate to even more pain than he was all ready in and Juka had learned, both from his encounter with Aura not so long ago and from what had occured this day so far, that he definately did not like pain. In fact, he might even go so far as to say that he hated pain. It was therefore with more than a little relief that, at the last possible moment, his bubble halted its insane ride towards the tree and he stood there floating, a mere foot away from the threatening plant. He breathed a sigh of relief, allowing himself a moment to savour the fact that he had somehow managed to save his own life. Or at least sae his own life from countless bruises, cuts and other unpleasntries.
Unfortunately Juka only allowed himself a moment to recover from his near disaster and to calm his nerves. The threat, the giant Cthulu, was still out there and there were still people in danger from it. Hell, he was still in danger from it and as much as he wanted to try and save the innocents and prevent the other brave mutants from getting hurt, he also wanted to save and protect himself. Which meant, of course, defeating the monster. His attention returned to the battle at hand just in time to see the man he had hit with his anvils leap and free the two girls from the tentacle that had trapped them. At least he knew that he hadn't accidentally broken the man.
By this point Juka realized that there wasn't much actual damage he could do with his anvils. The creature seemed to recover from just about any attack against him. At least bladed attacks temporarily disabled tentacles but his blunt anvils couldn't even do that much. Which, if he wanted to be useful, left him with two options: either distract it by causing its tentacles to come after him while others did the real damage, or find a better weapon. And since he really didn't relish the thought of madly dodging numerous clay tentacles and didn't have any other weapons to speak of, he opted for option number three.
Scanning the ground far below him, Juka spoted a woman holding a flaming torch who was calling the others down and apparently needed help. Unsure who she was or what help she might need, Juka thought it best to obey her call. Either she would have some sort of instructions that he might be able to follow in order to be of more use to the battle or he could always float right up and into the path of danger in order to distract the beast enough for others to do some real damage. He desperately hoped she might have a better suggestion than that. "What can I do?" he asked.
Juka floated silently after Kasumi, feeling conflicted. He couldn't get his dark thoughts out of his head, ever since Aura had done to him what she'd one, but he was posatively touched by the kind actions of both Kasumi and Shana. They had shown him such caring when they hardly even knew him. It was hard to grasp that there could be such evil and such good in the world, both existing side by side. He hoped he was worthy of their kindness.
Juka looked around Kasumi's room, taking everything in. It had character just as she did and, he decided, he liked it. It felt like her and given how good of a person she was, he approved of that fact. "We can do whatever you want to," Juka said with a warm smile in her direction. For once he wasn't showing off or flirting, for once he was being entirely authentic something he rarely did, even with his Jewely.
Juka hovered indecisevely for a moment before floting over and sitting on the bed. Or rather, sitting slightly above the bed since his bubble wouldn't actually allow him to properly sit. It was better than nothing though. "This is such a wonderful thought," he informed both of them, "and I will surely never be able to properly repay you for this kindness."
Booming was not a good thing In fact, booming was most definitely a bad thing as were the explosions that accompanied said booming. Nor, for that matter, was anything that was flaming a good thing. Except for the fact that it was Cthulu itself that was flaming and fire, apparently, was among the few things that actually hurt it. So, as long as everyone stayed away from the flaming Cthulu, flaming could actually be a good thing just this once. But why didn't anyone else seem to realize this oh so obvious fact? Probably because they all wanted to be heroes and they were all just as determined to take responsibility in stopping the creature as he was. Of course Juka couldn't possibly defeat the creature on his own but that didn't mean that he wanted to see anyone get hurt in the attempt. On the contrary, he wished he could save every one of them, if only to make up for his nearly fatal actions only moments before.
Being asked by the mutant who had thrown the rock at Juka to hit him with anvils was just about the last thing that he expected anyone to ask of him. With all of the chaos going on around him and how quickly he needed to act and react in order, not only to defeat Cthulu once and for all but also to potentially save lives, he really didn't have time to consider whether or not he should listen to such a demand. A glance in the man's direction showed eyes that were clear and an expression that seemed to know exactly what he was asking. "I hope you know what you're doing," Juka said. Floating several feet away from the man he sent all four anvils careening into him, one after another, in quick succession, feeling the impact as each one struck the man. He desperately hoped he hadn't just made a huge mistake.
As Juka bobbed back up above the battle itself, he was horrified to spot a tentacle reaching out and chasing a blond haired girl and it appeared the girl was losing the flight. Cthulu, it seemed, had no sense of exhaustion and the girl was, for all the power that mutants had, obviously obviously did. And, just as it looked like the girl was going to escape safely behind a park bench, both she and a second girl were captured by the creature and both were clearly in a panic over it. Juka, having felt a similar tentacle capture him only minutes before, didn't blame them. He only hoped that they reacted better than he did when they were rescued. But before he could see how they were going to react, someone had to rescue them.
"Juka, go with that guy to rescue the girls, back him up as best you can."
Having heard no better suggestion and wanting desperately to be able to do something useful, Juka obeyed. Anvils spinning wildly, he zoomed over to the tentacle that had grabbed the two girls. At that moment he had no thought for himself or his own well being, all he wanted was to save these two and prove that he could still do something, that he wasn't crazy and that there was something worth living for after all. "Let them go you bastard!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs.
Bubble hovering 8 feet above the offending tentacle, 4 anvils came crashing down upon it only to continue their rotation a moment later, after connecting solidly with wet clay. The clay squished and weakened significantly but before he had a chance to continue to assault or properly gauge exactly how much damage he had done, a second tentacle came up and smashed into Juka's bubble, sending him spinning and bruising his side painfully. He struggled to regain control of his bubble and prevent himself crashing into a nearby tree.
“No worriessss here. And Yeah it isss very fulfilling knowing that we were sssome of the few ssstanding between the city and a tragedy waiting to happen. I’m dedicated to making new york and hopefully the world sssafer. I am sssure the xmen would be happen to take you on, you ssshould talk to Sssam or Ssstreak or Ssshinbo. They ssshould be able to tell you what it isss going to take to join up.”
Those words meant something, Juka decided. They were the words of someone who had found his purpose in the world, someone who wanted to make a difference and was making a difference. They were the words of someone that Juka wanted to be like. Well, he didn't want to talk funny, of course. Or have bricks for skin. But he wanted that sense of purpose, he wanted to do something good and to have people look up to him and admire him and to know that he was someone's hero. It was, he realized, what he had always wanted. His life as a performer was just a substitute for his true desire to be a hero, to be loved and admired and to save people.
"I want to be just like you," Juka announced Grandly. "You do good things with your powers and I want to do the same. Shiny is a lovely boy and I will certainly have to speak to him. And while I'm at it I suppose I shall certainly have to meet both Streak and Sam, whoever they are." So many people at the Mansion and so few he had actually met or spoken to. That would have to change.
“ Well, I guessss I will just have to keep it asss my official uniform whenever I join the x men. Maybe you could check out my clossset for me and let me know if there isss anything that sssimply mussst go.”
Juka nodded enthusiastically. "I will certainly do that." He wanted to give Koga a hug for all the help he'd been to him, not only for snapping him out of his insanity but also for showing him, once and for all, the purpose he needed in his life. But some people just didn't appreciate that and poor Koga did look a little beaten up so instead he settled for the most formal and dramatic bow he could come up with, bowing until his head touched the bottom of his bubble before righting himself. "You are an absolute darling, my colourful little Koga."
"'sokay. Really."Sometimes people jus' flip in a fight. Don' get me wrong I'll punch your lights out if ya pull this again, but I don' blame ya for loosin' it, it was hell out there."
Returning his attention to the girl, Juka nodded vigerously. "And I would deserve it my darling, oh how I would deserve it." He shook his head sadly. "You must be an angel to forgive me so readily." He bowed in her direction as well, though not quite so deeply as he had bowed to Koga. After all, to her he was apologizing and to him he was offering his undying gratitude for giving his life meaning again.
"Gender shifting. Don' sweat it, kid."
"How very amazing," Juka said with an amazed expression. "Yet another thing to add to my list of things I simply must learn. Though you have to admit, I do make a pretty girl, don't I?" He winked at her.
Juka felt a little bit bad, floating there looking down at Koga. Now that he was closer and paying more attention, he saw the bruises on the little ninja's skin and couldn't help the sympathetic feeling that came over him. His own lingering wounds, both from the attack from Aura a month ago and from the more recent attack of Cthulu, flared up in response. He didn't think anyone had gotten out of there completely unscathed though the fact that no one had died was nothing short of a minor miracle. At least Juka had a floating bubble that made it easier to dodge things, ninja boy hadn't even had that much.
“You, Lady Juka of Ukime, are more than welcome. Battle isss weary work, and you have to focusss on the resultsss not the eventsss that took to get there. For inssstance if someone from the city comesss knocking on the door looking for a ninja busss jacker. We point them to the pile of clay in the park. We all made it back and no Civiliansss were hurt. I’d sssay we did better than great. And that isss in no sssmall part due to you.”
"Thank you Ninja Koga," Juka spoke with a soft smile, "for your kind words. "I'm not usually like that. No, I've never been like that, I've never lost it like that before. I just want to be able to help people now, to put my powers to good use. The fact that I succeeded in helping, well, for the first time I think it gave my life meaning." The old Juka would have grinned and pranced at Koga's recognition of his band but the new Juka knew that there were more important things in life to concern himself with. Like learning to make a difference. "And you were amazing out there too."
“ though if you really have to owe me one, which you don’t. You already paid me in full ahead of time by coming and waging war on that freak. But that aside if you really jussst have to owe me one, I am sssure I can think of sssomething.”
Juka winked back. "Well, I'd offer to give you fashion tips on how to look as fabulous as I do, but it seems you've all ready got those down with your ninja suite of awesome." Once again his voice took on a lighter and more familair tone. Koga understood so he didn't have to worry any more.
At least he didn't have to worry about the ninja, there was still one other person to concern himself with and, just as he was considering that person, he appeared. Or at least, Juka was faircly certain that it had been a he the last time he had seen him. Now he looked much more like a she, but then who was he to judge anyway being a boy in a dress? Taking a deep breath, Juka desperately hoped he would somehow be forgiven for his transgressions.
"No hard feelings."
Juka blinked, not expecting a response before he had even apologized. "Are you sure? I didn't...I mean I don't usually go crazy and start attacking my allies. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you were someone else, my mind it just snapped and..." He didn't even really know what had happened, that part of the fight was all blurry and unclear. All he knew was that he thought he had been attacking Aura and it turned out that Aura wasn't there and he had actually been attacking an innocent. Juka fell into uncertain silence.
There were two things that rang through Juka's mind after the battle with the Cthulu monster in Central Park. The first was that for the very first time he had actually done something useful. He hadn't just selfishly thought of himself and acted in his own best interests and for the furthing of his own pleasure. He hadn't even been merely a performer, trying to bring a little joy and happiness into the lives of others. No he had actually risked his life and done something good. He had done his part in defeating the horrible creature and that knowledge gave him a very peculiar warm and fuzzy feeling inside. It was strange to think back on it, but strange in the very best possible way.
Unfortunately the second thing that ran through Juka's mind was not nearly so pleasant as the first. It was, in fact, about as opposite of pleasant as one could get. He had lost it out there. Not lost it as in he ran for his life as a coward. No, he had lost it as in completely lost touch with reality and in so doing had almost seriously injured someone innocent of all wrong doing, possibly even almost killed them. The fact was that Juka was not a violent person and what he had almost done tore him up inside. It was only because of a ninja who drew out his s's that he had snapped back to reality and done his part to defeat the monster. It was only because of that same ninja that he had not brutally injured his near victim. And for that Juka had to think him. Followed by apologizing to said almost-victim and finding some way to make it up to him, though he had no idea how.
It turned out not to be difficult to find the ninja that had saved Juka's sanity. Asking a few people around the Mansion he was eventually pointed to a boy laying in front of the fireplace with brick patterned skin and was told the boy's name was Koga. Floating over to him, Juka stood indecisively for a moment, just behind him.
"Um...I wanted to say thank you. I kind of lost it in Central Park and you kind of snapped me out of it. So I guess I kind of owe you one." He wasn't used to ever feeling uncomfortable in social situations but this one was unique even for him.
The first thing that almost managed to force Juka back into the world of present reality was the explosion. The second thing, and the one that finally snapped him back for good, was the little ninja kid. The explosion provided distraction from his target, reminding him that there was more danger here than simply Aura, as evil as Aura was. In that moment of distraction his branch was cut in two with a katana and Juka turned his head to angirly confront whoever it was that had thwarted him from his goal. He was confronted by a ninja speaking to him in his own native language, all be it with a strange lisp.
“Juka! What the hell? The enemy is the giant monster not, the playboy with the horse. Hurry up and get some of these gas cans on the enemy!"
It was enough to break him out of the trance he had been in. A glance towards his target showed him a male stranger and not the Aura he had thought it was. Juka felt sick to his stomach. What was a matter with him? He could have seriously hurt the poor guy and he hadn't even realized it.
Out of the corner of his eye Juka spotted a rock hurtling towards him, presumedly thrown from one of the mutants below. He barely manged to spin one of his remaining 2 anvils in front of the rock, saving his head from untold damage and resulting in a rather loud "bang". He had deserved that and if not for the ninja boy he might not even be consious still. Nor would his unfortunate target, for that matter.
“Run!”
Another call yelled out from below, this one Juka managed to both hear and register. He spotted the horse (why was there a horse on a battlefield anyway) and his previous target running and really, that seemed the smart thing to do. Unfortunately, it wasn't something the new purposeful Juka was able to do, especially not after the horrible act he had almost just committed. Instead of running in the opposite direction of the monster, he dropped the remaining branch still in his possession, zoomed down to where his other two anvils were, and once again bubbled them returning his total anvil count to four.
That's when Juka saw the bus being hurled at the chain of shopping carts. That was scary. He wished he could run. He wished desperately that he could just float out of the park and far away from the horrible evil monster that was Clay Cthulu. Oh how he wanted to float away and save himself the pain that was sure to result in something strong enough to throw a bus. But he just couldn't do it. Much to his dismay and horror he coudln't bring himself to leave. Not when there were innocent people that he needed to protect. Not that he had the least idea how, exactly, he was going to go about doing so. What could his tiny anvils do against something like that?
So instead of trying to figure out on his own what to do, he decided to listen to the little ninja boy that had saved his mind and saved the stranger he thought was Aura as well and floated himself, as quickly as he could, towards the tree line indicated by his yelled demands. He sounded like he knew what he was doing and Juka hoped he was right because otherwise he and everyone else were screwed.
As Mirror before me demanded, I also state that you two must make sure to have tons of fun.