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.
Lucien had set up the comms and told them they could go silent… but in reality. He had done no such feature. At least, for himself. When they cut out… if Gnat had been clever enough to cut out… it only shut off for Gary. And the others. He was still on the same frequency and so he heard it all.
Gnat was trying to… tempt… seduce… the girl. Get her to turn on them.
In her ear, and only hear ear, the girl (Juniper), would hear the next message.
“Golden girl. He’s lying to you. His last partner wound up dead in a ditch after he ditched them with his take.” Lucien said. And LIED. “Now. What I need you to do,” he said coldly, calmly. “Is break… or phase… one element of his helmet so it breaks. And that should solve all of our problems. Triple your take.”
There. Now that was done. Or it wasn’t. Whatever. He’d done some calculations, but in the end it always came down to personality and free will. And Lucien hated that movie.
If the girl broke the helmet, the helmet would split into two separate objects, each occupying the same headspace. Because he had used his power on it. The results would be disastrous, for Gnat. But that… that really wasn’t his concern.
People don’t go and betray Lucien, and live to dance another day. Sorry girly.
Green girl took it in stride. What were those, snakes? Was she Medusa? Interesting. But he wasn’t turning to stone, so... that was a relief.
He nodded at her ‘nice to meet you.’ Glanced at Kim. Spent a moment, just watching everyone.
Kim said a whole lot of rift nonsense and he nodded as if in understanding. Pretending he understood.
Medusa woman tried to soothe Kim, and ease her back into a chair. Seemed like she was trying for the therapeutic angle, and hoping to set the other girl up with a therapist who could help.
Kim spoke of death, death, and more death. Holy wars? Wat? She asked about him, and talking about himself was something he was far more capable of. Even good at.
He pressed a hand to his chest. During the transformation, he had changed from the clothes Danny had work into a dark pinstriped suit with slacks. He’d gained glasses and a tie.
“Me? I’m a businessman. Once upon a time, I got too close to a kid whose mutant powers were kicking on for the very first time. I got sucked in like water down a drain. Sometimes I get let out. Between those times, I live inside his head. We swapped places, sweetheart. It’s just a duality thing.”
His smile slipped as he looked at her. “Sorry for your loss. I’ve lost people too. Pretty much everyone I grew up with has outaged me or died. That’s the price of living inside someone else’s mind, time-locked. If you can believe it. Did dodge some nasty wars though...”
She asked. He told her. Lucien was nice, like that.
Safes are always a safe... bet. God. Puns. They were getting to him, too. And that really stung. Er. STUNK!! Dammit Gary.
He waited while they worked. Waited patiently.
On the other side, Gnat waited. Less patiently. Then, she came back and did something to the gold. Something that changed things.
He had shrunk them to get in. I shrunk them once they were in. Which would give them just a few minutes before some security guard checked his view of the inside of the vault and spilled his coffee is shock. Because they were visible. He’d need to shrink them again with more gas. And— because of how she’d changed the gold, he would want her with him to change it back. He couldn’t just go it alone.
Gnat was quiet for a moment. Then, he smiled at her. Held up his own bag.
“Hey, do me too?”
“Thanks.”
Once they had two bags full, and the files, he shrunk them down again (whee)! They were back in the bed just as the sounds of security started rattling their vault cage.
“Up we go!” He said. They rode the bee, phased through the door, buzzed over some idiot guards heads, and were out in the vents before you could say jack Robinson! Or jack rob BEEnson. Three times, fast.
Right, left, right, etc. They navigated the maze. As they went, gnat man... turned off his comms.
“You know...” he said, behind her on the bee. His voice was low, husky. “We could take it and flee. More for us. Turn off your comms. Talk with me. Zagan doesn’t need sh^*!”
His hands were on her sides for balance, as he controlled their mount. He kept them them steady, best he could, but some nervous jitters got through.
He licked his lips. “It’s uh, lot of gold.” He said. “We could go anywhere. Do anything.”
In her ear, Lucien’s voice crackled “Gnat just went dead. You two experience any technical difficulties on your end?”
So much to unpack. So much to try and understand. Amazons, future, clean living ( that was Andreas secret by the way). Pink whisks were coming off the girl, and the ravings. She was shedding her sanity like a dog sheds water. Everyone, everyone, was utterly focused on her. As well they should be. Because whew, wow wow. Wow-wee Zow-wee! It was all a big much.
Mother and abandonment issues and mutant kids playing with memories, oh my.
Not Mai, he corrected himself. Kim. Lil Kim. With the pinkness aura of wack. whack. Wacko. This whole thing was making Danny feel wacko. Feel out of himself. Feel—
Everyone was focused on Wacko as she yakked. Yakko, and Wakko. Nobody truly focused on the dot.
Dot. Dot. Dot.
........
There. The other one. He felt it stirring, felt it coming, felt a—-choo.
Just a tiny sneeze. Happened in the middle of Wacko’s Spiel. And suddenly, there was another ‘maniac to go with the other two. A stout, balding stood man in the background, wearing a blue pinstriped suit.
Dot dot dot went his mind as the unassuming little round man came to, just as the girl was saying:
“—custom forged solider, my mind and fighting ability honed from the age of twelve."
Huh?
What was with the soldier girls pinkness, coming and going, coming and going.
Dot dot dot.
"I am Kimberly. Mai is a goddess of Life. Why Why WHY did you not let me die, I am so so very tired and yet fate won't let me stop. has fifteen years of combat not been enough? So i not deserves fates reprieve?"
Dot dot dot. Yeah. This was not as fun as the last time he’d woken up with one of Danny boys women. Was she dangerous?
He glanced towards the other woman in the room, to see how she felt about p!ink. Nah. She didn’t seem into the whole pink craze either.
Nonchalantly, Lucien cut into the conversation. “Can you do other colors, sweetheart, or is it just the one? I hear people like orange these days? It’s the new black, or... some shit.” He shrugged. “If you do green, you’ll both... match. What? What’s everyone looking at? Oh, right.”
“No,” Danny said. There was a slight tremble to his voice. “Though after that, I’m shocked I h-haven’t caught fire...”
That had been. Wow. You think you’re okayish with words some days, but then. Wow. They all fail you.
He’d almost checked himself when she’d asked. You know?
‘Do you smoke?’
‘Wait, let me check.’ Ha ha. Because of the friction.
‘Nope. Still there.’
She probably would have liked the joke, but— well, words with their failings, and yeah. He hadn’t been certain he could pull it off. She liked a lot of things he did, but dumb jokes? Maybe not? She might have set him on fire for even attempting such a feat.
As far as actual answers went, no. He didn’t smoke. Cigarettes. He’d tried, and failed to enjoy them. Mild distaste, not an unrelenting hatred or anything.
“If you want to, that’s fine.” He added sweetly. Because he was a nice guy.
He was under the bedsheets, after. She was standing, gorgeously, getting dressed. Which was a crying shame. His shirt was off. Bedsheets looked around his waist.
That had been a good night. A real roller coaster of a good night. He figured she was outtie. Then she asked him what next.
Wow. He had not had much of a plan, beyond yum, so far. And rowr. He opened his mouth to say something, and—
“Choo!”
He sneezed. Suddenly, he was someone different. There had been no weird bone shifting or flashes of light. If you’d expected that sort of thing, you were in for a real anti-climax.
He was still a person. Shorter. With curly hair, where he had it. Which was less on the top of his head than on the rest of his. Not his face. Arms and chest, that sort of thing. Dark hair, not brown, but also with bits of salt and whiteness. Snow on the mountain top. A short, stout, rotund little man in his 60s. That was him.
“Wow.” Lucien said. “Looks like the kid got lucky! What’s your name, Angel? I’m Zagan.” He took another look at her after glancing around the rinky dink room. “God. Really lucky. You look sweet enough to rob a bank for! Hey, you seen my pants?”
If she looked, whoever Danny’s clothes had been, she would find a blue pinstriped suit in his size. Duality magic, baby!
Andrea took charge and Danny wasn’t ashamed to follow her lead. He watched the green woman examine the wound. She looked thoughtful.
Apparently his work had been acceptable. Good.
Andrea stepped away and went to get something. Came back a short time later with— oh man a knife. Didn’t look sanitary. He opened his mouth to say something, but— he moved to obey her orders. Because the woman’s life was on the line, and he could extend a little faith Andreas way. Obviously she wasn’t going to operate with a dirty letter opener. They’d sterilize it or something.
He moved as directed, gently holding the wound open. Well, gently as he could. Blood made things slippery. And he wasn’t really wearing gloves which he should have. Realized only as he was moving to hold. Ah well. Fuck it.
“Tweezers and forceps. Yeah. Wish I’d thought of that. Nope.” Little late. Anyways. He’d sort of gone all in with the hands when she’d said to before parsing the very sensible suggestion.
He was focused on holding the wound and didn’t really know if Andrea were asking him to keep a secret or Mai girl. So he just went “Uh huh. Yeah.” And left it up to date whether she got something from that.
Since he was focused one place, he only caught the woman cutting herself out of the corner of his eye.
“Holy shi—!” He cut himself short. Because she was now dripping the blood from her cut hand into the open wound. “That... cannot be very sanitary.” Danny muttered with a defeated sigh.
Mutants. They really threw caution to the wind the second they could do something neat, didn’t they? Yeah. Including him and his Fox kit.
He just let her do her thing and shut up about it. Hopefully it wouldn’t just kill the woman, or be radioactive spider blood or something. Like, the only way she saw to save the woman was some Bella Twilight Bull Spit where she converted her to something Special.
The healing itself was pretty cool when it worked. Danny watched the skin come back together and felt glad he hadn’t tried to stop Andrea or something.
Through it all, the other woman had seemed to have been out of it. Talking about celebrating and knowing Andrea.
He saw to cleaning up the bloodied bandages and ruined bits of cloth while she healed. Found a sink and deep cleaned his hands. Tried to wash blood off his clothes, if he had any. They came off looking like dark patches on his jeans that could have been anything. Mentally, he planned a story involving ketchup.
When she finally came to her senses after being healed... though what she said sure didn’t help any in the making sense department.
“Glad you’re feeling better lil Kim,” he said from across the room. Arms crossed over his chest. Danny felt a little cold, now that the adrenaline was wearing off and the curiosity was setting in. Just who was this Rena Kim girl?
“Pretty sure it was just a stray bullet from a drive by. Most likely not aimed at you.” He gave Rena a pointed look. Since that was the first name she’d given before she corrected herself, it was probably the one she most likely wanted them to forget. “Take it easy. Not sure why you’d expect to be able to dodge a speeding bullet, or... wait, you said barrier when I first got to you. So...” he trailed off.
He really hoped he hadn’t rescued a bad guy. Though he would have, either way. Something about oaths and hippos.
Danny reached into his pocket for his wallet, and procured a card with their contact information on it. The space where the band name would have been printed on the card had previously been blank, but they had scrawled whatever name they had chosen for this audition in, hastily. Seemed like they hadn’t settled either. But the contact information was all good.
He gave the guy the card with a polite “There you go. Thanks.”
Zek said some things and it sounded more and more like what they’d done and how they had played and handled themselves were major points in their favor. Danny’s smile grew as the guy spoke. After he spoke, Danny laughed.
They were tiny. Cute. Gooood. Things were moving like clockwork and he loved it when a plan came together, to use a few old faithful phrases.
Gnat man was helping her and Gary had things set up. In the background, Lucien was doing what he needed to set things in motion. In order.
~*~
Back at tiny level, gnat man smirked at the girls reaction to the bee. And the pun. Nice.
A muted heh boomed gently in their ears. Seemed Gary appreciated it.
They got situated on the saddle. He kept his smile to himself as she struggled. Didn’t want to come off as some sort of creep, now did he? Behind the big ol mask. One of them would have had to ride in back. He’d just saved them the argument of who. Now all that was left was getting airborne.
She asked him if he should give the go ahead, it being her first time and all. And he couldn’t restrain the creep comment, dammit. Maybe it was genetic. His dad had been an ass, too.
He gave the go-ahead, and they... went ahead.
—
Above, Zagan rollllllled his eyes at all the bee puns. But he let them, bee.
Now they had him doing it. Brats.
“Okay.” He told them. “As you approach, you’ll see a vent. We’ve gone over the blueprints diagrams of the vent system. Gnat, you guide her. And just... be careful.”
—
The going was slow. At some points, they had to make a beeline down a different vent duct. Gnat drove from the backseat, and Juniper probably got to wondering why the hell he hadn’t taken point.
After several minutes of tense tiny time, they made it where they needed to be and popped down in front of the vault.
They’d have a few minutes to get what they needed, and then they would have to make their retreat as previously discussed. With as much loot as possible.
Gnat man eyed the gold, once they were inside the vault. Eyed it hungrily. And one could tell, even if they could not see the look in his eyes. It was in the way he held himself, and the way he got quiet all of a sudden. A marked departure from the smug manner in which he had directed her, and the multitude of bee puns that got left undescribed between point A and point B. That was probably for the best.
“Had enough of dealing with actual demons to last me a while.” He commented idly. His mind drifted back to the demon chick he’d rescued that one time. The one he hadn’t realized was trying to bed him until after he’d saved her from the creep and she’d pretty much dragged him off. But that wasn’t a story for here, or now. Unless the Zek guy dug for details.
“Actually,” he continued. “I was hoping to get work. But I suppose your boss chose who she chose. Remember us the next time you need a gig though? I can give you our card.”
He would do the organizing if it came to that. If he let the other guys do it, Simon would likely turn it into a personal call with the guy. And that would be unprofessional and unproductive.
He wasn’t dying for cash, at least to pay for his schooling. But for bills and stuff, and for the other members, gigs were great.
“Yeah! I mean, the thing takes on the weight of the thing combined with it and the heavier one takes precedence, but that still would make a big thing so much easier to move right?” He said.
It would, wouldn’t it? Unless it were so big you needed two people to carry it to spread out the weight and divide it. Then, it might make it harder to move, say, a bed. When it was the size of a hamburger. And couldn’t he only do up to a certain weight or size or— okay! He was getting too much into specifics and the best thing here to do was to smile and nod and not burden the man with all the minutiae of his power.
Danny smiled and nodded.
And then they moved on to Pokémon talk and he just sighed.
“Basically,” he cut in over Simon who had brightened up, ready to expose all the details. “They’re things in balls. And they fight for you when you put them out of a ball. Like an anvil from on high. Or a wolf.” And that was the entire premise in ten seconds. Except “it’s a video game and cartoon about collecting critters. Starring a rat. Like Mickey Mouse.”
Simon added “Cuter than Mickey.”
Alvin went off to check on his equipment. He tugged Simon away as he went. “Come on, Romeo.”
Simon was disappoint. No pikachus. Meanwhile, Alvin was also disappoint. No peeks, at all.
Everyone was talking at once so it took Danny a second to realize the guy was speaking... to him?
Something about shrinking things?
Then the guy displayed his own power. Danny opened his mouth to explain but decided show was better than tell.
He pulled his lucky pick out. “I combine objects. This was my guitar. It’s...” he looked at his lucky pick again. Upon closer inspection, it was broken. Had been broken. When he broke the guitar on his foe. “... not so lucky any more. Must have broken when I broke what it was combined with. Dammit.” He frowned. That was all sorts of sad. He’d have to find a new lucky pick out there.
“They become one. When they break they both break and split into two units. If I had my Fox kit keychain, I could show you a pretty nice first aid kit.” He sighed. Cracked a small smile, the pick was just a thing and he could live without things. But he’d gotten it from someone special. He stuffed it back into a pocket. Maybe he could bronze it or fix it with super glue and keep it for sentimental reasons. Wouldn’t work for anything else, now.
Simon grinned at the guy. “Your powers pretty neat too! Not Pokémon neat but—“
Alvin laughed. “Will you drop the Pokémon? You’re freaking him out.”
Their gig lady, she was impressive. Untouched, despite the hectic, befuddling, mind-muddling nature of whatever the hell they'd just went through. Prim, primped, proper. Professional. Much like the guy she employed. The one who had once again made the wolf man vanish.
How had he even changed, if he wasn't a mutant? Danny knew nothing of M, or any of that. Why would he know about drugs that made you into a mutant? That didn't sound very fun at all, as far as recreation was concerned. Seemed like it would be more trouble than it was worth. And to think, he could have simply gone away and gotten drunk... now that the guy had made him vanish again... probably under lock and key, so to speak... it seemed more and more unlikely he would be able to go for a brewski, or engage in any other recreational activites, for the foreseeable future.
"Freaking idiot." He muttered. "Should have just gone home and figured out where he'd gone wrong in the set. Then tried again later... yeah. No problem." He added, looking to the guy. "I'm just glad I was able to help." Usually, rushing into danger wasn't in his wheelhouse. But he wasn't going to announce THAT! It vastly diminished his aura of cool.
"So. He's probably going to jail for all of this. After it's over. Assault and destruction of property." At least, for some of it. The table that had fallen on him. That had not been his fault. "Interesting trick, with the table. And the-- what, vaporization?"
"Transport to alternate dimensions." Simon chimed in helpfully. "Like a goddamn Pokeball. So cool!"
"So cute!" a voice came from behind them. Danny glanced that way. A man in a neat black suit with white shirt and black tie stood there. Alvin, back from the shadows. Looking nice with his lightly spiked hair and his Indie charm.
Danny arched an eyebrow.
Alvin added. "The Pokemon thing. If that's what it was. I mean. I saw it. And. Wow. You made that guy go poof! And the wolves. Looked like it hurt though, question mark? And Pokemon are cute. Like Pikachu." A lopsided smile slid across his face. "Wouldn't mind to have a Pikachu."
"Alllllvin!" Danny sighed. "We're kind of in the MIDDLE of something, here?"
Alvin only smiled.
There was a click. Simon let out a eureka! "Looks like the chain wasn't so broken after all!" He slipped it back on over his neck. As they stood there, the other bandies began to congregate nearby. Isabelle was combing her hair. Fighting wolves gives loads loads of tangles.
Simon shouted "What the hell is this? Dungeons and Dragons!? He just freakin' cast Banish or whatever and now the guy is coming back!?"
"I-- what the hell, Simon? Why are you so NERDY?" Danny couldn't. He just couldn't even. But he could hit the wolf dude, when he came back. It seemed his hero had shown up, after all. Pity. He'd been hoping for a gorgeous girl. Perhaps some leggy breathtaking blonde who could speak with animals? She could have waltzed in, and spoken softy and caused all the ghost wolfies to turn on their summoner. But hey, a handsome guy was OK too!
He could think the guy was handsome. Plenty of the lady folks in the crowd obviously did. And he was even more handsome, for his heroism. Alvin, as one noteworthy individual, would probably be asking for the guy's number after this whole mess was over. But-- for the moment, Danny focused on just the ONE thing. The wolf. And not the fact that his band member was probably going to be relying on him to be his wing man, once this was all said and done.
And for the moment-- If Simon hadn't shouted about Dungeons and Dragons crap, he would have thought the person had been vaporized. But banishment was cool too, right? Sure. He could almost pull that off with non-living things.
The guy counted down, and--
hey, the table trick was pretty cool. If only Danny could have pulled that stuff off. Oh wait, he actually could. This was... so lame. But he had to do it. As the table and the guy fell, he dove for his bag on the ground nearby. Rooted around inside it, and pulled out his guitar pick. He sighed. Alas, it had been a good guitar. But-- maybe it would serve them one last time in getting him a little attention and a gig? Or at least, it'd help save all of their bacons.
The guy fell. The tables slammed down on top of him. He cursed. He cursed some more. Danny flipped the pick in the air and caught the electric guitar. And then, he turned and let out a scream. Smashed the guitar into the back of the wolf man guy's head.
The guitar shattered. Wolf man crumpled. Simon ran up a moment later, and kicked wolf man in the huevos rancheros. "That's for being a douche!" He shouted. Then, he adjusted his glasses and stepped back, suddenly self conscious. "Not that... there's anything wrong with douches." He mumbled quickly. Under his breath.
The guitar had broken. And when it had, the guitar pick had separated from it. It had landed on the floor. Danny bent and picked it up. It was his lucky pick. He stuffed it hastily into a pocket.
"So yeah." He said, and turned back to the crowd as the green ghost wolfs... whatever remained of the green ghost wolves, that is... disappeared. "We were Hunter's Moon. Thank you, and good night."
Gary smiled a sleepy smile, and modeled the backpack for her with a little runway catwalk spin move. For once, someone else had made the pun! And he wasn't in trouble for it. He could most definitely roll with that.
"Nice ones." He said. "Backpack's full of bees in a special gas of my own invention, that keys off my mutation's subtle wavelengths to allow me to mentally control the hive for a short duration. Long enough to provide a mighty distraction for you both with my babies. And then, I call them all back like Ma rang the dinner bell when things are good and done. Certainly a lot of bang for your buck." He met her eyes, and was silent for a second. Then, he laid one on her. "Honestly, I just think it is the bees knees."
From the front cab, Juniper would be able to hear a very disgruntled, but also very muffled "REALLLLY!?" from Lucien.
~*~
They parked a little ways away from the bank. Lucien took a moment to go over the game plan again, then had Gnat-Man step forward. It was his time to shine. He took a breath, then dropped his hands to the utility belt at his waist. From it, he extracted a few little pills. He handed one to Juniper. "Break this, and inhale the gas. Prepare yourself for a surprise."
He held one himself. But he looked at her, patiently. Waiting. He wouldn't do it until after she did it.
The pill, when broken would release a fine red mist of gas. When inhaled, it would cause the ground to shoot up towards her in a disorienting rush of size and color. Sounds would change volume. Smells would become more intense, due to proximity and size of smell molecules. And, she would be tiny. Small enough to ride upon the back of a bee.
The wait for her to take the pill felt like forever. But she had been given the run-down on the plan. She had the gear. She knew the scenario. All of that. Once she had taken her medicine, Gnat-man laughed and followed suit. In the blink of an eye, he was back on her level. The moment before, when he'd laughed, he'd enjoyed the element of looming over her. She would have gotten a fine view of his boots. But then, he was back at her size and exercising his discretion by speaking in a calming voice and telling her it would become less janky and she would get used to it. And he would help her through the whole scenario. He had a fine bedside manner, Gnat-Man. Like Christian Bale, in American Psycho. All smiles and fine words.
A giant regular-sized bee landed down next to them. It had a little two-seater saddle. Had... they taken the time to shrink the saddle and mount it on the bee's back? Or had Gary...
Gary stood tall and proud, not too far away. In their headphones, his voice murmured... he was whispering into his mic, so they wouldn't be deafened by his words.
"Yeah. I used tiny tweezers and twine to give you a saddle. Shouldn't have to worry about it getting big suddenly and unexpectedly. I'm not sure I really trust Gnat-Man's gas. He's never told me where it's been~" He sounded amused. In his element, he was coming alive. "I'm ready to send the waspy with you whenever you are. On your signal, Juniper. And remember. Bee yourself."
He hit the first dog, parried a bite, and stabbed down with the mic stand. The whole fight became a blur of more of... that... and before he knew it, he had breezed his way past his few wolves and was at the edge of the stage.
It wasn't purely due to combat prowess, of course. Danny, combat prowess? HA! Ha ha. The other bands had helped. Thrown in their lot. Distracted. And his own band. Fought. Even the people running the club, were clubbing, with chairs. He'd lost count of how many wolves there were, or how many he had fought. Danny had but one thing on his mind. He leaped off the stage, like a rock god doing a wheeling power chord on an electric guitar... only with the mic stand in hand. Instead. Then, he came at the lead singer of the wild hunt.
Yep. He was still conscious. Just faking it. And... he was hairier than before, wasn't he? Oh man. How lame.
"So not only did you have the I Was A Teenage Werewolf thing going on. You had the wolves. AND you became a freaking hairy monster." Which probably explained the extra stamina. Danny blew out a breath that puffed hair out of his eyes. Then, he sighed. There was only one solution to ending this blur of chaos and discord. A doggy grin slipped onto his face as he said "Let's rock!" And then, he went at the wolf man with the mic stand. The very bendy now, not quite as good as it had once been, mic stand.
Wolf guy put up a pretty good fight. Dodgin, and circling him. Lunging at him when he dropped his guard. Wolf guy scored a solid hit with a passing claw. Did that mean he'd turn into a werewolf at the next full moon? Was it a full moon? No, he was pretty sure it was not. And the so-called solid hit was more a grazed arm now, wasn't it? He smashed his fist against the wolf's jaw in a good counter-blow. The punch sent the wolf reeling back. But not out of the fight.
God, this whole thing was hairy. He was bleeding, and he wasn't sure how he'd gotten this far using the mic stand polearm. Wasn't like he trained in martial arts, or that jazz. What he really needed... and the music started playing in the back of his mind as he thought the craven thought... was a hero.
He started humming the song. And hoping for someone with inherited silver or whatever that bullcrap was.
Simon jumped off the stage to land beside him, and whipped out a star of david necklace on a chain. All of a sudden, there he was. Heroic-like. Whipping the star of david necklace at the wolf man's face. This was it! This was how they beat the-- oh the chain snapped.
