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.
Posted by Saphirus on Oct 18, 2012 12:01:17 GMT -6
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It was beginning to look like he wasn't going to make it through this without some sort of conflict arising... A hand slowly cupped his forehead, and then dragged down his face, before he downed his other double shot, and shook the burning off.
Fortunately, the bar fly was harmless. He shrugged, ordered a drink, and went to go hit on a waitress; at least they would show off some cleavage for a better tip.
The bartender had cut her off, and she wasn't very happy about it... Truth be told, he didn't even know why she was here... He spent over a year with her, and knew that alcohol had almost no effect. Unless she drank quite a bit, maybe... It had something to do with her mutation. He wasn't quite so unlucky; when you were living at the end of the world, drinking suddenly became the favorite pass time of most people. He was no different.
Still, the bartender couldn't have known she wasn't drunk off her rear... Hell, any normal person would have fallen off their stool and sung their own lullaby by now. A waitress freaked out... The spiders had been discovered. He took a long sip of his beer, and calmly set it down, not bothering to react to the situation. Still, behind the bar a clink, and the feeling of something dropping to the ground piqued his interest... What was it?
For a moment he missed having a sixth sense on steroids... He would have been able to tell exactly what fell.. His best guess, though, was a bottle. A bottle with no one to make it fall.
"You sure you want to do that?" He ventured to guess that she might be trying to score some alcohol the less than legal way. He couldn't have that.
Great... Not only was she at this bar, and sitting right next to him, but she was looking to cause trouble. From the look of the spiders he watched leaving her for the other side of the bar, she was going to get what she was looking for. That was... If he didn't stop her.
How would he do that, though? She was already looking at him like he had something funny on his face; he downed one of his doubles, and turned away a little, trying to look natural doing it, and failing a little. He thought about his options... Jump over the bar and stomp out the spiders? Nope. He wouldn't be able to get another drink after causing a scene like that. Maybe he could punch her in the face... The bartender might even clap. Nope, that was a horrible idea. After a moment, he let out a long sigh... Plan C, then.
He opened his mouth to speak, but the bartender spoke up first, serving her her drink. He chose to take a swig of his beer instead. If he knew her well enough, she would be placated for a little while. Saph hoped that was long enough for him to drink, pay, and leave. Already, thoughts of feeling her lifeless body with his sixth sense were plaguing him... And that kiss... Clearly, though, she wasn't the same person right now that she was back then.
Times like those tended to change people. Usually for the worst... In that case, though, it had been much of an improvement... It was odd to experience the best of someone, and then see them with so much missing afterward.
His attention was caught by one of the regulars in the bar, who took up a seat that had just opened next to him. "Heyyyy buddy... Seen you round here a lot. I'm Clark... Nic't meet you!" Saph looked around for a second, and nodded... Great, he was talkative. "Rus... I'm a little busy."
"Awww, no one's too busy for a good conversation, huh? Whose the lady over there? Your friend?" Saph froze for a moment, and shook his head. "Don't know her."
"Nah? Think we could switch seats, then? Gotta take a swing, you know? Haven't struck out with this one, yet!" The drunkard chuckled, Saph sat there for a moment, not sure what to think... Part of him was angry... The other part was wondering what he was angry for. "Eh.... my drinks are here, buddy... Also... I think she can hear you just fine from there." He was being pretty loud, after all... A few drinks could do that to you. Saph took another drink himself... It was starting to look like this night just wasn't going to go his way.
Posted by Saphirus on Oct 17, 2012 23:48:13 GMT -6
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It had been a long day. A very. Very long day.
He'd woken up with the lovely memory of putting a hole in the head of the person he loved lost in this world before committing suicide via her deadly hand.
Needless to say, he needed a f#%^ing drink. It didn't make it any better that he'd had to work all day patrolling the mansion, quite dry, and then he's spent some time with Andy, which made him feel even worse...
Now, though, she was asleep, and he was walking into a bar. He ignored the fact that this was a regular occurrence lately; he could stop when ever he wanted. He just didn't want to.
As he walked to the bar, in his own little world, and took a seat in the only open stool at the place where you could get liquor the fastest, he didn't even notice who he was sitting next to. "Double shot of McKenna. Double of Glen... And a bud." One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. It was an old tradition of his based off of a song... Cheesy, yeah, but it did the job.
As he waited for his drink, he took a quick look around, and froze as he noticed who exactly he was sitting next to. "Aww... @#%^..." Wait, she didn't exactly know his face... Maybe he could just get his drinks, down them, and get out of here before she started to catch on to who he was. After all... She was the last person he wanted to see right now.
"Saph, make sure you remind me to pay her, I might forget.”
"Tchyea... I'll get right on that." He spoke through a smirk; oops, it appeared he'd already forgotten. How convenient.
He shrugged at the response to his money question... He could see the teacher thing throwing a bit of money his way, but investments, in this economy? Still, he didn't press the issue; Sam was right, this was not the time.
Sam's sixth sense put a grin on his face... It was kinda funny... Two guys walking around with sixth senses, not seeing a damned useful thing. "I don't really see anything... I guess it's more of a touch thing... It's like my skin's expanded out, and anything that moves too fast, or is heavy, I feel... The more force, I guess, the further away I can feel it from... He eyed the three factories he hadn't seen anything in... Was the working lady thinking right? Maybe it wasn't is block C after all.
Wait... One of the warehouses did look a little different than the others... It kinda looked abandoned... "Maybe we should take a closer look at that one?" It looked like it's decorator was a hurricane that didn't like windows. Most importantly, it looks abandoned.... If he were hiding, it was where he would hide.
He started walking toward the building, ignoring the stray dog as he approached the door. "No machinery... least nothing I can feel... Looks like it might have been cleared out..."
What? Seriously? They didn't have to get a haircut at the poshy place where the lady cutting his hair was going to stare at him similarly to how a cowboy stared down a rack of ribs?
Hah! Awesome! He was sure the place next door would be better for both of them, anyways! Who wanted to spend a chunk of change on a stupid little haircut anyway? Walking into the other place, he stumbled a little as he saw the prices coming in, his head turning toward the sign as they walked past. It was even more expensive that the place next door!
He caught the scent of wings, though, and his stomach rumbled rudely. They seriously served wings to the people waiting here... Maybe that's why it was so expensive? Also, it probably explained why it was so crowded. He looked around at the crowd of men, sitting in seats, some eating wings, some reading magazines... Cool!
... But... Wait. One thing he didn't see was... Well, a single woman, present company excluded. Oh, right... He imagined this place's atmosphere prolly didn't pique the interest of the average girl. They arrived at the front counter, and a beefy looking man wearing sunglasses swiveled around in his hair. "How can I hel- Hellooooo." He tilted his head forward and scanned the green girl up and down, lingering just a little too long on certain areas.
Saphirus didn't miss a step in turning them around and steering them right out, leaving a confused man in shades behind to help the next person in line.
"So, eh... Maybe I can get a haircut later. You hungry?"
Alright, so I'm thinking we have enough volunteers to make two attacks happen; One to kick off the plot, and the other to stir sentiment, and get the protests going. I also think they can both take place in NY!
Aurion, would you like your character to be the first?
The way I see it happening, is a shaky, unclear video is released on the internet, and quickly becomes a rather huge news story; The video itself might not have been so bad; it could have been written off as the only way to handle a particularly dangerous mutant, but the audio clip accompanying it clearly states that the mutant's only crime was looking suspicious, and resembling the description of a mutant involved in a few crimes.
At this point, I would like to open this plot to any questions, or concerns! It's starting to look like we could get the ball rolling here as soon as the AoS plot is wrapped up!
His mind would go completely silent as Slate mused over blackmailing him. It was taken care of, for now; he would address it at a better time. Whether or not openly telling a man who routinely hunted down and killed criminals that you were going to blackmail him before walking into a mission in which your life may or may not be in his hands was a good idea didn't come up even once.
Not. Even. Once.
Yes.
He had to admit he was impressed with officer Cervantes' show of strength; it appeared he'd underestimated the man's abilities during their meeting. He made a note never to do so again; Perhaps staying at least ten feet away from him or any water source would be enough... No... If you thought ten feet was safe, twenty was more advisable; that ruled out his apartment as a meeting place from now on.
His focus landed on the earth manipulator... He hadn't looked so well on the jet; might as well check on him after what was probably the worst ride of his life.
"Locke, you feeling alri- The... Hell?"
In mid sentence, the soft ground became more than just soft. He looked down, and quickly tried to pull a foot free, sinking a bit deeper in response... Quicksand? Seriously? What was this an old captain planet rerun? He immediately went still to slow his sinking, and reached up to grab Becca's sheild... Atta girl, newbie. She was getting better at helping her team mates already. One hand pulled while another sent a small, measured burst of energy to his foot, and he made some progress in lifting himself from the quicksand. Even as he worked, he could feel the telepath's eyes on him.
"Officer Cervantes, if you could dry the ground somewhat, I suspect Locke would be able to stabilize it for the rest of us," Great. He wanted to be team leader all of a sudden, too. Saph could give it to the man, he had an ability that made leading easy, and his decisions in high stress situations seemed to be clear and well thought out...
That wasn't what made a leader, though.
You remind me of a subordinate I once had. Ohhh... That tone. That way of speaking that widely expressed how much better he thought he was.
You don't know me. Spending a moment in my head won't change that. Kindly @$%^ off.
That was it; a real leader didn't think himself better than the people he lead. A real leader commanded respect through camaraderie. A real leader wasn't a snide @#$%bag, and they sure as hell didn't do their best to passive aggressively point out when other people might have made a mistake; I mean... Who the hell knew that punching a beach would turn it into quick sand?! Was that even a real thing? Apparently.
His eyes found Koga as he pulled himself up a little more... He could get out of the quicksand on his own, mind you, but if punching it made it do this, he didn't want to risk putting enough energy into the ground to force himself all the way free; not if it might endanger his team mates. Rebecca was asking the chameleon the question on his mind. Before he heard and answer, a sudden chorus of sounds from the forest drew his attention.
. . . Something wasn't right.
"Lots of objects... I can't make out what they are... They're headed right for us, and there's enough of them for me to feel it." That was worrisome; he only felt large masses moving from more than a handful of yards away. What ever they were, they were moving fast, and they would be here soon; his sixth sense only went so far.
His first move would be to get in front of their healer as soon as the ground was solid again; as much as the guy put a bad taste in his mouth, he was a team member, and he was the only one who didn't have some form of innate ability that directly helped him out in a fight. Also, losing him took away the option of getting healed.
He recognized most of them; in fact... all but one: A youthful looking man who had opted to shake every team member's hand in turn. He looked down at the offered limb for a moment, and shrugged; it was a bit odd, but some people considered it impolite not to greet everyone in such a manner. He shook the man's hand, and got to assessing the team.
Locke was a good kid; a kid who'd helped get him out of a tough situation a while back... His golems would be useful. Rebecca was like a multi-tool, her powers allowed her a wide range of abilities, though as Koga pointed out, metal was scarce on the island. Also, she still seemed to lack the edge of a hardened veteran. Koga, though. Koga and he had worked together a few times, now, and he'd never been anything less than impressed. He saw him fitting into the leadership role nicely.
And then there was detective Cervantes. The man looked at him with a vague familiarity, and he smiled widely, and nodded his way. He remembered the last time he'd talked at length with the man... He'd broken into his apartment, as the Judge of course, and had a nice, lengthy talk.
To round things off, there was- I am a 'physic healer,' as it were. You should all be able to communicate with me now, within approximately a mile's radius. Simply think very loudly with me in mind, and I should hear. Unless I am incapacitated.
Oh... Oh @$%^! His jaw clenched, though he did his best to remain calm... A god damned telepath! And he was in his mind, too! His mind flashed to the hand shake, the eye contact. Of course; either one could have established a link, if he even needed to establish one at all. He hated telepaths normally, but this one had just spoken into his mind moments after he practically lived through doing something as the judge in his head!
... You saw. He knew the drill; he'd been around the streets long enough, and interacted with enough of his kind to know that he'd hear. He also knew through being told that his mental defenses were laughable as best; psychics referred to his type as 'open books.'
What now, then?
The mission progressed as if nothing were out of the ordinary; the island rapidly approached, and he gladly joined in the planning; he would most likely be the first to arrive on the island, even if he jumped last. To tell the truth, he couldn't wait for it... This was bound to be the rush of a lifetime.
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This was the rush of a lifetime! The wind brushed back half of his hair, and pushed back half of his face, just like on those high G astronaut training machines! The other half was eerily still, though, and the lack of wind resistance against it was tough to get used to; when he'd first jumped out he'd started spinning erratically, and he was damn near half way down before he managed to right himself.
"WOOOOO-HOOHOO!" His voice was lost in the sky, but he sure as hell heard it!
He was sure his fellow X-men, looking down at him, expected a rather loud, dramatic landing. Unfortunately he would disappoint; As he neared the ground, his body instinctively turned, and he landed on his right leg in a roll against the sand that looked as if he'd gone for a short tumble.
He came to his feet, and stumbled around a little bit before- CRACK!
A release of force into the sand put his energy levels at a much more manageable state, and also made a fair sized divot in the golden beach. "Aw man... That's never gonna get old!"
He waved to Rebecca as she came in for her landing, grinning widely, his teeth chattering against his will. Even though the sand had been a perfect landing space for his ability, his ankle still protested a little bit as he walked... He was sure it was just a temporary ache, though. It wouldn't affect his performance on the mission...
"Sae... plan time?"
His eyes snapped to Koga, and his teeth audibly chattered again before he could stop them. His whole arm and shoulder were buzzing with energy. He hoped he would need it, because otherwise it would be quite a waste!
Apparently no one had ever told him to be careful what you wished for...Was it just him, or was the ground feeling a little soft?
He stood perfectly still as she spoke. His breath, his beating heart, the pains all over his body, and deep in his chest... They were all of him. He hadn't pulled the trigger yet... He couldn't. He needed something... Maybe she could say just the right thing, and he could embrace her... They could leave this horrible place and live happily ever after.
What a sad, pathetic thought that was. It hurt even deeper to even think of it. She'd crossed a line. She had become something the Andrea he knew... The real Andrea, would never think to become. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he didn't look hard enough for her. Maybe if he'd told her who he was the first time he'd met her, when she'd already killed that poor family... Maybe things would have been different.
But those things didn't happen. You only ever got one shot at life, and the cards had fallen this way; He was the Judge. She was a murderer. He had to do his job.
"This... is the first time I have been able to look you in the eyes, and tell you I love you."
His eyes closed again. Of course.
"Death."
CRACK!
Her body fell to the ground. The crowd around them cheered. He didn't hear them; didn't feel them. All he felt was his breath, his beating heart, the pains all over his body, and deep in his chest.
He knelt, a blind hand searching for her own, and finding it within moments. It was still warm.
A breath in. Thump thump, thump thump.
He grasped the hand tightly in his own, feeling the pain as the venom started to seep into his fingers.
A breath out. Thump thump, thump thump.
He lifted the hand to him, and placed it upon his chest... It still fit perfectly.
Even after his successful string of attacks, she wasn't letting up. There was only a short pause as she yelped, and then yelled for him to stop... They were way past that. This was going to end in one of two ways, and neither of them involved both of them leaving here alive.
She came in for another string of attacks, subtle jukes and dodges helped him avoid any direct blows, but he did get a few more cuts out of it, and his armor was literally hanging by scraps. He would have to end this fight soon if he wanted to grab Megan and...
What was that? Something was falling from the balcony. Had she done what she'd set out to do? No... The body was too small... too familiar. A small child jumped on the gorgon, affording him the perfect chance to finish her... but he didn't even notice.
As if in a dream, he numbly floated toward her, feeling her out with his sense until he came to a stop at her side, and sunk down slowly to his knees. He didn't need to check her pulse, or feel for breath... her heart was still. It was broken.
The promise was broken. The flame was out. There was nothing left.
Well... Almost nothing.
A flying J cut through the bindings holding the girl to the top of the dome. "Run... Someone has killed the guards." It was true... One by one the five gunmen aiming at the arena had been dispatched... "Don't ask questions. Just go. And live."
"Andrea Gordon."
He wavered as he stood, and seemed almost as if he would fall over. Her face was engraved in his mind... Into his very being. It had changed slowly throughout the year they'd spent together... So had her heart. She'd become such a strong person. A good person.
"Crime... Murder."
A hand moved up to his chest plate, and with a solid yank, he broke the last strap holding it into place. The hand print on his chest, her very own, showed her who her executioner would be. The crowd watched in a transfixed silence as he shot forward with blinding speed, guiding a boot to kick her other knee in sideways.
"Sentence..." A finger was place squarely against her forehead... He had just enough energy to end this... For a moment, he couldn't help but open his eyes and try to see her own... It was just a blur.
Before he knew what'd hit him, he was on the floor. That was it; he was just too damned tired to avoid her pounce, even if her leg was ruined. He tried his best to cover himself from the blows and strikes and rained in on him, but it was just that; a futile attempt to block rain with one's hands. He felt the feeling of scratch after scratch, the wounds hardening like rock as he gasped for some sort of foothold. A growl of pain ripped from his throat as a blade found its way into the meat of his arm, and pulled out, only to seek a fatal blow afterward.
It failed to find that blow, instead meeting an impassable wall; his ability.
NOW! It was his only chance; He got a hold of her, and forced her from him with a mighty heft, rolling to his feet just in time to feel a familiar object being tossed from the hand signaler off to the side... An belt with several J-shaped slivers of metal attached to it. He grabbed it out of the air just in time for another familiar shape to start moving. A confident hand pulled one of the blades, and snapped it out, placing it perfectly between the two fangs of the large snake lashing out at him. A burst of energy ended that tale real quick, splitting poor sloth's head into two very dead halves.
He strapped on the arm belt with practiced ease, ignoring the deep pain in his arm as he acted. He had to capitalize on the distraction of Sloth's death. Two more thrown projectiles, aimed at her spitters, seemed like a good deal of capitalization.
A silent thank you went out to the unknown figure in the crowd, and Megan for most likely arranging it... He wondered how she was doing up there, but didn't have the capacity to reach out and feel. He just had to trust she was in control.
He felt the glob of venom flying his way, and did his best to avoid it... he was just so tired, though. The venom landed on the armor plate covering his left bicep, and he found himself forced to use a burst of energy to rip it off; he couldn't afford to have any of the liquid soak in and get around the steel plate.
He was already moving as Andrea went about dispatching the poor girl with cold efficiency. He felt the attack kill the child as he collected the nearest weapon, a top heavy mace, from the wall, and used energy to burst forward with startling speed; he'd collected a good bit from fighting and killing 30 people.
As his weapon swung through the air and met her knee cap with shattering force, he couldn't help but feel sick that a child was throwing her life away so that he could get this chance at an opponent he shouldn't have been able to get an advantage over after exhausting himself through hours of fighting in the arena. He let go of the weapon after it hit it's target, opting to slide past and out of her attack range again; they had stripped him of his weapons on the way out, so he was severely lacking when it came to that field...
Just then, something popped out to his sixth sense in the crowd... A hand signal that was being waved over and over again, almost frantically. One he'd used with Megan before. The big problem was that it was rather close to his most likely crippled opponent... He had to risk it, though! He got to trying to hobble past her, trying his best to stay out of range.
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As if he'd been struck by a mac truck, the air left his lungs when he heard the Roach's announcement. He... He had no idea what he was doing to the masked vigilante... And neither did she. He would have gladly taken on anyone else that day... A big red hulk? A man who could rip you into pieces with air? No problem... But her.
His heart beat erratically as he shook off a wave of dizziness... His eyes wandered to the blur that was Roach... He felt out Megan with his senses. She was still alright, though her heart was beating just as fast as his. He wondered if she would miss him... What was he thinking? Of course she would... He was just so damned lovable.
He felt Andrea rushing forward, but couldn't bring it in himself to react, even as her blade moved in and scratched across one of his armor plates, slipping past and cutting into his side a little... He stumbled back a little, but kept his head aimed at Megan... And that was when a voice screamed out loudly.
"GO AFTER THE ONE WITH THE SNAKES!" His eyes snapped to the top of the dome... My god... was that a child? The words, and the feeling of a little girl falling from the tied up mutant, stirred him from his inaction. He jumped back, and landed in a ready combat position; Jesus, Roach was tying little girls to the ceiling for entertainment now, too?! He couldn't die... If it meant the difference between saving that child's life, and not... He couldn't die.
There was the issue of the other little girl charging blindly toward a very dangerous woman. "No! Don't!"
Wow... She really did show a completely different side, talking to the mass murdering cockroach; He knew they had history, but he hadn't recognized how deep it went. He hoped she didn't have second thoughts in the end; they couldn't afford that.
He didn't struggle as the Roach's minions carted him off; he knew what was coming, and he would walk to his fate with dignity and self respect. If the pit master thought he could take that from him by announcing to him he would die, he was sorely mistaken. The way he talked about Megan, though; it worried him. Would she be safe, sitting right next to him? Who was he kidding... No one was safe.
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An hour had passed; a lot could happen in an hour. Heavy breathing consumed his sense of hearing as he stood above the body of his latest opponent. Nearly blind eyes stared down at the blurry shape of his victim; it was a young man, a local raider whose father he had killed... apparently if you paid the right price, even a solid chance at revenge was on the table, here. His cold hands clenched tight as he aimed his head up toward the pit master's lounge... This was the eighth wave of fighters the murderer had sent his way... All of them had fought him like they owed him something. He'd bested wave after wave.
He wondered if the monster, who was climbing from his chair even now, thought he would make it through so many opponents. "C'mon, then. You all out of lackeys? I'm not even tired, yet! You wanna have a go yourself?" He kicked the dead body before him out of the way... the floor of the pit was littered with bodies at this point... It was pretty clear that he'd been lying through his teeth when he said he wasn't tired; he couldn't keep this up all day. The crowd cheered for his death, and if they didn't move soon, they would have it.
He didn't have the heart to tell her that he didn't expect to come out of this alive... The inside of the pit itself was a death trap, with trained gunmen aiming at the contestants to be sure only the ones Roach wanted made it out alive. That being the case, they rarely needed to step in; almost every fight was stacked in the favor of who Roach wanted to win. The odds of him making it out alive were damn near nonexistent.
Still, he lied. "I promise." His eyes widened as he felt her approaching, and felt the soft press of lips against his mask... His breath left him for a moment, and he found himself nodding silently before he found it again. What was that? That slight burning sensation in his chest? It was as if a long extinguished flame had flickered to life once more. Yes. He would make it out of this alive. He had to.
For hope's sake.
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They were surrounded by gunmen. All of them were aiming their guns right at him. Apparently, a hang cuffed, blindfolded man was kinda a big deal. He couldn't blame them, though... If anything the precautions they were taking were totally necessary; over kill, at least in his case, was the only smart approach.
"Hanz up! Oui, even you wiv ze cuffs on! Submit yurself tu be searched!" He remained silent as he raised his arms, and felt a pair of buggy hands checking him... very thoroughly. "Woah... didn't even buy me coffee-""SILENCE!" The hands quickly moved from him, toward Megan, but a voice echoed in to interrupt them.
