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.
His fist met the wall next to him and it crumbled upon having a deep well of energy shoved into it. "DON'T SAY THAT. YOU DON'T F@#$ING SAY THAT!" He took another step closer to her as he screamed. After the words left his mouth, and he felt his own heart beating a rapid pace in his chest, he stopped to gather himself.
"I..." No, not apologizing. "We need to get back on Clive's trail. We're wasting time here... We should go." He turned, and headed off down the streets, clenching his fists and teeth as he walked... He couldn't wrap his head around this, but there was nothing he could do about it... If Megan said they were long gone, they were long gone. Clive wasn't so far off, though, and they had to catch him... He had many crimes to pay for.
Dim eyes were able to make out shadowy images, but his extra sense, and guide were much more effective. "Maybe Clive was involved... We'd better not linger here too long, we don't want to lose his scent." He shook his head as she wandered off to take a look around... She was always too curious for her own good; he would have to train that out of here...
Sure, there were probably people to punish here, but they wouldn't make it to the next week with that @#^hole planting grenade traps outside of their front door every day. "Megan, we can't stay much longe-""... You're going to need to see this.."
"Hilarious. I'm laughing on the inside... What is i-" He stepped forward, pausing as he made out the shape of what she was hinting at, without even seeing it with his own eyes... "A victim? Clive? No... Too messy... I... I don't smell a lot of blood." He walked closer, ignoring her shock over the brutality of the murder... He'd seen Aura's work enough... This was bad, but it was impossible to match her sickness.
"... She didn't bleed out... She starved to death... There is something preventing blood loss... odd." A hesitant touch caused his heart to skip a beat. "... Stone..." He stayed there for a moment, his mind buzzing with chaotic thoughts... no... It was impossible... Someone was using her. Someone was forcing her to help them torture people...
"We need to find who did this, Megan... NOW. Did your spiders see anything? Did they?" He stood and turned toward her, advancing aggressively... For a moment, he was a different man... A man stricken by panic and worry for another. He was almost... human.
The Judge stood in silence as the scene played out before him. With his sense, he observed every blow, every reaction. Megan had opted to let some of them leave... A shame, he wanted them all to witness this... Everyone in the rubble of New York had to know what awaited those who stooped to these lows. Still, he understood, and he didn't stop them from leaving.
He was worried, though... She'd only needed to strike once, but she didn't stop until she could swing no more... He reached out and grabbed his weapon from her, speaking in a hushed tone. "I understand your feelings... but remember... this isn't about revenge... We must be emotionless when we carry out our work... We are doing this to achieve a purpose, not to fulfill any petty emotional need. Do you understand?" He then turned back and 'watched' as the crowd slowly dissipated.
"...Where are we gonna go now?" She asked... She really was lost.
"... There is no simple answer to that... We go where we are needed. We don't rest, we don't falter... We pursue men like this, we end them, and we move on... It's as simple as that." He turned to take a step toward the exit, and paused as his stomach growled. "I... guess we could find some food, first as well." Her question did bring up an issue, though... Where would they go while they weren't breaking in faces? They had to have a staging area somewhere...
Saph put both of his hands up and rolled his eyes as Sam lamented his mistrust for the street walker. "Psh... wouldn't call that a lady if it slathered on enough make up to make Sarah Jessica Parker attractive..." He uttered under his breath so that only Sam could hear clearly. The girl stepped forward as if to try and listen in, and Saph turned back, smiling innocently.
It was about then that Sam counted out more money, and the girl's greedy smile grew even more, exposing even less teeth than he'd figured she'd have in the first place. He coughed a little, and turned away, It was then that Sam put the hook in the bait, and cast it into the water... Clever, giving her a taste of big money, but not the whole pie. Saph walked off with Sam when he opted to do so, grinning and shaking his head as the woman's smile was wiped away, and she watched them go, caving quickly at the thought of more money. "EY! EY! WAI'! issin block C! S'all I know! You's gonna pay me affer you fin her, righ'?! RIGH?!"
Well... that narrowed it down quite a bit. "I gotta ask, Sam... Where do you get all of that money? I mean... You got a sweet ride, and stacks of green that would make Trump blush. Does bein in charge pay that well?" He was exaggerating a little bit with the Trump blushing thing, but still... Coming from a guy who was saving ever penny for a car that didn't have a taped on bumper, he might as well be filthy rich.
"Hey, it's getting a little cold... You up to something?" He found himself shivering a little as they approached the first warehouse, Saph didn't know about Sam's sixth sense, but he ha one of his own to help... He stepped close to the door, and felt out into the place. "I don't think this is the right one... lots of heavy machinery knocking about in there... I think I feel people moving about, too, but it's faint... next one?" There were only four buildings on C block, so they would run into the right place soon either way... If the broad was telling the truth.
"AAAAAAAGH! You dirty son-"CRACK! "AAAHF@$#%YOUF@#$%YOU" He struggled more as a boot smacked into his leg a third time, this one greeting the audience with a satisfying crack. The Judge had to give it to this guy... he was a hard one to break, but that didn't matter in the end... All of those women he'd tormented... All of those people he'd killed. One way or another he was gonna get broken.
The Judge stepped back and stared silently at the broken body of the man before him... He still struggled, still moved, still cursed defiantly... He even tried to attack a few times, with no success. "You... you f@$%ed up big time... I... I see a lot of bodies, here, but I don't see one of them... Yeah... Clive's will come for me, and when he does, he'll kill you so f@$%ing dead they'll be cleaning up the mess in hell!" The hero patiently listened to the man, and turned to Megan for a moment... He then turned back to his victim, crouching before the sweating man.
"Your friend... He dropped his gun and ran... No one is going to save you, Johnny... The only thing that can save you... Is if you beg for your life." The man stared at him for a moment, and then spit in his face. A quick transfer of energy wiped the blood tainted liquid from his face immediately. "I can't say I didn't offer... Lets get to work on that other leg, then..."
CRACK! "AAAAAGGHHH..."
It was almost mind numbing, the act of torturing... He couldn't see how someone could get any joy from it. It had to be done, though... He told him that again as he felt bone give way to boot once more.
"That's it, then... Time to finish this... Unless you want to beg, now." He pulled the man to his knees, and placed a finger against his head, holding it like a little gun. "F.... F@$% you, you costumed freak."
"Alright.... Have it your way... On to your judgement... suspect name: Johnny, last name unknown... Crimes: Murder...Rape... And being an a@# hole in general... Sentence: Dea-" "Wait! Wait... no... Don't- Don't kill me... please... Please don't kill me. I don't want to die." There it was... The Judge stayed the killing blow, watching the man intently as he begged. And beg he did... he went on for a little longer, saying he would never touch a woman again, saying he would be a good man... Lying through his teeth. It was good, though; A man who thrived on making others feel small and weak, on making defenseless women beg, on silencing children who couldn't stop crying... He was begging. He was finally in the place he loved to put others... He was even getting a little loud in his groveling... The judge decided it was time to silence him as well.
"Stop talking... I told you I wouldn't kill you if you begged... I'll keep to my word." The man breathed a heavy sigh of relief, still sitting there helplessly as the steel clad vigilante turned to Megan, and dropped the paper cutting blade into her hand. "Kill him."
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Saph shook his head as Sam pulled out the money, and he couldn't help but be a little shocked at how much money the guy had... Jees... he was still saving up for a half way decent car! He wondered what kinda dough a team leader raked in... Prolly not that much... He was willing to bet the guy came from a rich family... He tried not to be too envious of that.
The working lady's greedy smile was replaced by shock for a second, and then a big grin. "You's speekin mai language now, pirate man." She reached out for the money, snatching the first few bills from him, and counting them with expert quickness. "I know tha' freaky b$@%^... Seen her comin in an ou' one of dees warehouses... I ulm... Can' remember the number, dough... You's got summin more to remin' me?"
The team leader flashed a smirk and him, and he shook his head grumpily... Okay, so maybe this wasn't a waste of time. "Sam, how do we know she's even telling us the truth?"
That drew a look toward him from the working lady. "Cuz I is, uggo. You's talkin about that lady who always got blood on her. We keep away when she comes aroun'. Not F%#^in wit dat."
This made Saph perk up a little. Not the uggo part. The blood part. That was more evidence toward his case in his mind. He looked to CS, and then back to the girl, who was eyeing his stack of money. "200 more might jog mai memoree."
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KRA-KOW!
The Judge felt it as the door imploded inward, and crushed a man who had been standing behind it, thinking he could get them as they opened it. Bad call on his part.
Thus far things were going well; The girl held up her shield, to block the incoming wave of bullets, and he was quickly maneuvering around her in order to shield her... Unfortunately, thing started going a lot less well. His young sidekick was being knocked around by the bullets, and didn't know to get under cover. Before he knew it he felt a bullet ricochet against the wall, and smack into her foot. His fist clenched, and he quickly scooped her up, diving into the room the now dead mac 10 user had come from. He spoke to her quickly and calmly.
"You've been shot. It's incredibly painful, I know. Stay calm. I'll do the best I can to patch it up. If you freak out, we won't make it out of this alive. Do you understand, Jury?"
To her credit, she'd remained standing through acquiring the wound, but he had to make sure she wasn't torn apart by bullets when she dropped her guard. He set her down against the wall, and quickly got to work, pulling a small spray bottle from his belt, and squirting the blood puddles on the ground with it. He did his best to keep her mentally engaged so she didn't fall into shock, only pausing to quickly grab the fallen man's mac 10 and unload it's clip into the wall next to them very quickly, and suddenly. A hand popped into view on the floor through the door next to the wall, blood quickly pooling around it, and the new corpse attached to it.
He felt the other men who had been with that one falling back... they wouldn't do so for long....
"I'm going to take off your boot. I'll make it as quick as possible."
A surprisingly quick procedure later, and her foot was wrapped up, and a small shot for the pain would make it a little more bearable... It wasn't expert work, but it would work for now. "We need to press on, Jury... They will come for us if we try to escape. After we are done, I'll take you to a healer. Do you understand?"
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"You've got no idea how happy I am to see you..." He really didn't have a reply to that. Anything he could have said would have just been depressing, or angering. Oh, wait, angering... right... "Next time, don't do something stupid to get yourself caught. This isn't a game. You screw up, you die."
"I've been worse...Seventeen other girls didn't fare as well as I, though... according to him."
He assumed that meant she was fine... Well, at least good enough to walk; it was apparent that something was wrong with her arm when she started moving. His face remained aimed at the man on the floor. seventeen women... the death of a child... Most likely countless others. He usually killed people quick, with as little pain as possible... Sometimes he made exceptions when it came to particularly horrible people. This man would be one of them. As if to echo his sentiment, his partner in justice spoke up.
"...The bastard killed Tommy... and god only know's how many others. Are... are the others alright out there?"
"They're fine. One of them even killed a raider while they were distracted.-"
"Oh... damn..." Johnny was recovering again, and oddly enough, was chuckling. "You're the Judge, aren't you? Pathetic... Still trying to fix the world even after it's clearly a lost cause."
A heavy kick to the leg caused the raider leader to growl in pain. "Quiet, scum. You have one purpose left in this world, and that's to die a painful death."
That drew another chuckle from the man. "Yeah? Fine. Go ahead and kill me... It won't change a thing. People like me are a dime a dozen in this world. Kill me, and someone else will crawl out of the wood works... someone even worse."
An armored fist clenched, and then slowly released. Instead of raining another blow down on Johnny, he grabbed the man by the collar, and hauled him to his feet, pressing him against the wall. "No... No they won't... Because I'm going to make an example of you..." Without waiting for a response, he turned and dragged the man toward the exit, toward their audience. He figured Megan wouldn't be too far behind, hurt arm or no.
"What, you're going to string me up? Wave me around like a banner? You think that actually scares people? I'm not afraid of dying, @#$hole... I wouldn't be in this line of work if I was." Defiant all the way, he spoke, more than physically struggled against his captor, a smug look stuck on his face. It was as if he was proud of what he was.
Before he knew it, he was on his knees in the middle of a room, a bunch of scared and confused people looking at him from every direction... The Judge before him.
"To answer your question... No... I'm not going to kill you..." The Judge spoke before leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I'm going to choke you out, and pull your arm out of it's socket. Then, choke you out again, and then I'll wake you up. I'll bust your other arm. Then I'll beat your face in. After that I'll break both of your legs... Finally, if you beg, and I mean really, beg for me not to kill you... I'll consider it." The Judge leaned away again, and spoke in a casual tone. "Well... Shall we get started?" The man's eyes widened as the Judge spoke into his ear, but hardened as he finished. "YOU WON'T BREAK ME YOU SON OF A B@#$%! I WON'T LET YOU! I'LL NEVER BE-GHAAAGH." An arm looped around his throat, and squeezed tightly, constricting his airway, and the blood flow to his brain.
His torture had begun, among a chorus of gasps from shocked onlookers who would never step in to save him.
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Ahh, Gracy's... It was... well, it was kinda mid-high class... Nothing really risque about it, It was, to be honest, kinda boring... BUT! This was the deal sealer, here...
It was safe. Nothing embarrassing, odd, or frightening could happen at a Gracy's right? He smiled as her hand reached for his, and he gently slid his fingers into hers. "So... wachu wanna look at?" He scanned the front of the store somewhat hesitantly... To tell the truth, he'd never put any effort into shopping before; he always just grabbed what ever was either kinda funny, or plain, and dragged it to the counter... Or, well... most of the time, actually, he stole it. Not anymore, though!
To tell the truth, he hadn't bought new close since... well, the last time they'd shopped together, and before that, it was when he was much younger... That was the perk about staying in pretty good shape; you really didn't grow out of much. That, and you could look in the mirror, and say things like, 'Nice abs, bro. Oh wait, you're me.' ... not that he'd ever done that.
Not. At. All.
"You wanna look at stuff for you, first? I don't mind..." He eyed the women's department, and then the men's department... honestly, it was mostly sweaters and button ups in the men's department... not his kinda style... The women's stuff would prolly suit her, though, right? Modest, but not medieval.
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When it came to driving, it probably didn't help that Saph never looked at his blind spot when checking lanes... Then again, he really didn't need to, having a sixth sense that could feel those things out... No one really knew that, though, and he hadn't thought to explain it... It kinda dawned on him now... Oh well, he'd explain if Sam brought it up.
Hmm... He would worry about it, huh? Saph nodded slowly while looking away, and pulling the door handle. The smell of the outside almost made him sick... It wasn't that the place was foul, it just smelled... dirty.
”Not too worried about her friends right now,” His eyebrow shot up as he heard that little statement, which lacked context, but seemed... well... like quite a statement. Did Sam know something he didn't? Either way, the me didn't give him time to push it further, opting to head to the nearest person and ask them if they know anything. He gave a grunt and a short nod when Sam told him to keep a look out. His eyes scanned the area as his senior spoke up.
”Excuse me, my friend and I are looking for someone, can you help us?”
The woman turned to him, and scanned him up and down quickly, looking to Saph when he was referred to as well. "Ulm... Look, I can be who eva you wan me to be, baby, as long as you got thu money." She took a drag from her cigarette, and pulled out some lipstick, smothering her lips with it.
Saph nearly fell over laughing, managing to wrangle himself in only because of the seriousness on the situation. He cleared his throat as the woman eyed him, and then put her lipstick away. "I ain't no narc, if thas what you's askin." A greedy look slowly formed on her face as the opportunity dawned on her. "Not if you ain't got money."
The former hobo turned X-man rolled his eyes. "Sam, we're wasting our time, here..." The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, and tapped her foot.
"Yu's gunna ask or what?" The girl pressed, her hand reaching out to accept some form of currency.
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Johnny was knocked out, sure... but that never really lasted long... it felt like it... People were always asking stuff like, "How long was I out?", or "Did I win?" He didn't say that stuff as all as he came to.
"You really did it now... I should have known you'd be a mutant. If I would have known, I would have killed you right then and there... But now... Now I'm going to make it even worse." He stirred as he spoke, moving almost like a labored machine, sitting up slowly, and placing his arms under him. "I'll choke you out again... and then I'll wake you up... bust your other arm... Then I'll beat your face in... After that..." He pulled himself to a knee, took a breath, feeling a fresh bruise on his face. "After that I'll break your legs.... And then... after you beg. Nicely... sweetly." He finally pulled himself to a standing position leaning on the wall heavily as he did so. "I'll have my way with you... After that... Once you beg even more... I'll finally kill you. You'll have to ask really nicely, though."
"Oh?" Apparently he'd been out longer than he thought... Someone else was in the room. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground again, a new bruise on his face.
The Judge turned to his companion, his expression hidden by his metal mask. "Are you alright?" Of course she wasn't... At least it sounded like she'd managed to fight him off before he'd gone too far... He flinched as he felt a bite on his shoulder, and looked to the man before him...
My oh my... He really had a lot of sins to be punished for, didn't he? It was best they got to work.
He didn't know what to say to the kid's words... What do you tell someone with eyes so full of hope that the man he admires is simply a shell of a being? A body with a purpose and nothing more.
Nothing, apparently. He simply turned, and walked in the direction the kid pointed.
The main fire was just that... a big fire. He could tell mostly by the feeling of heat and the movement of the slowly disappearing logs before him... Aside from that, there was nothing... He walked around the fire slowly, and sighed.... there were footprints on the ground that he could feel, but there were simply too many; it was a mess...
Where was she?
...
"So... like... three knocks, two knocks, then three again, right?"
"No, man... Three, two, and then three."
"That's what I said... right?"
"Not at all...So... you think Clive's cleaning up out there? Wish I could see him work."
"Please... I'd rather be in there." A greasy thumb gestured toward a sound proofed metal door. "The way they come out when he's done with them... The boss has gotta be some sorta beast... Wonder if he's about done yet."
CLING CLING. "Well... That'll be Clive finishing up." A lazy figure strolled on up to the hatch, and pushed it open slowly... only to see something he... really hadn't expected upon opening.
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Well... That answered that... The Judge took a step back, and then a step forward, kicking the man's head like a field goal as he stood there with a shocked expression on his face. He fell down the steps, and his friend sat up quickly, pulling back the slide of his rifle and unloading the clip in the direction of his dead pal's body. ". . . Sal... Sal, you alive? Uh... Course not... Aww, man, this is bad... Gotta tell the bo-" A long, thick blade smacked into his back as he turned around... he bumped into the door, and slid slowly down it... The people inside the room wouldn't hear a thing.
He was scared. He was freaking out. He hadn't even really realized it, but he'd pee'd himself... His name was Phil, and Phil was going to die in 45 seconds.
"Look at me, son..." Someone was saying something... Clive. Clive was talking to him. "LOOK AT ME." He looked at Clive. "You're gonna make it out of this alive, son, but only if you do exactly what I tell you." Wait... he was going to live? The thought alone made his hands start shaking, though it also made him embarrassed that he'd peed himself. You see, around here, if Clive said it was going to happen, it was going to happen.
"He'll be coming in the front door, next... He isn't dead if he had the sense to dive out of the way... You stand there." The older man pointed, and he moved. "Watch the door... The second it opens, starting firing and don't stop... He'll die, and we'll get out of this alive." He took a deep breath... and started staring.
Clive watched the kid for a second, and then turned and started walking. The kid was screwed; Johnny was screwed... Hell, this whole operation was screwed. He was headed out the back door by the time the Judge burst through the front door, took a few bullets in his armor and skin, and made poor Phil very very dead.
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CRACK! The kid dropped like a rock... What was he... 18? He'd even pissed himself... The judge reminded himself that this was a war, and he'd picked the wrong side. He picked a stray bullet from his chest, still caught in his spider silk armor... the stuff was good, though it wouldn't be good enough to block bullets without his ability.
He looked about at all of the people cowering in the room... All terrified... At least they weren't dead... the Raiders all where, though their commander was unaccounted for, but he had a feeling the fact that the back door was wide open had something to do with that... His eye caught a random smile in the crowd, and he blinked a few times. "You... Where is she?" His eyes wandered over to one of the raiders, several stab wounds on his head and neck evidence of a possible uprising... Someone else had killed him.
A palm met the wall, and an impact was felt between his legs, which ludicrously enough just drew another chuckle from him. Mainly because she had just punched a cup as hard as she could... ouch..."Yeah... Learned that lesson on number two... you're number 18..." Instead of doing anything quickly, he simply placed one knee against the wall in front of her, where she was trying to scurry to the very locked door; he had to knock right to be let out, actually. It was the only setup that worked, to tell the truth.
His second action would be to take the other knee and place it right on her neck, slowly applying more and more pressure. He was like a snake, slowly stalking it's prey... taking it's time... and then striking... or in this case... constricting?
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He had an image now, kept in his mind... the more he moved around the central room, the better he could develop it. He had an idea... it was a bad one, but it was one... He'd collected a rifle from one of the two men he'd killed, as well as his paper cutter blade. He figured right now they were in waiting mode... there were four of them... putting that number down to three would put them in panic mode... but taking out two at once...
Confusion, maybe?
As he lined up his shot, from not the front door, but the wall at the eastern side of the room, he made sure it was lined up to the two men, their hostages facing the door... From the side their human shields were useless. His only worry was that going through a wall, and a person might make it miss the last man... It was a risk he would have to take, though.
BLAM! He fired without thinking further about it, and then dove to the side, covering as the expected hail of bullets came his way... The hail of gunfire made it hard to see if one or two bodies fell... He didn't have time to think about it though... the front door was his destination now.
The man ignored her response, chuckling just a little as he pointed at the wall behind her. It was a perfect chalk outline of her position... a little shorter, mind you, but the position was right. "They always do that first... I have to say, they don't all have the creative vocabulary you do... Usually they beg first, and then curse... I'm fine doing it the other way."
He paced toward her casually as he spoke, but just as he entered striking range he pounced into action, sending a palm to her forehead that would smack it into the wall behind her... there was already a dried blood mark there. Just a little one, mind you, he didn't hit hard enough to kill... That would be no fun.
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Saph sat outside the larger room, his eyes closed, his back against the wall, the feeling of his heart beating drowning out the sound of his slowing breath. He needed to focus... He needed to let his gift see as well as it could, better than it ever had... if he wanted to make it out of this alive; if he wanted to save these people.
He started to focus on what he could feel past the wall behind him... steps... shapes... bodies moving... There were three... no, four now. One was entering... He had a rifle in his hands; They all did, but Saph had the feeling this guy was the same one that unloaded a clip at him in the hallway... Namely because when he walked in, the others moved to more favorable positions one by one.... Damn, he was a good leader as well... They were further from entrances and ambush points now, nearer to cover... in places where their hostages were more likely to get hurt if he tried to attack from the front door at range...
This would be a real challenge... He was gonna have to get... creative.
