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...?
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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?
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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“My uncle?” William looked confused then looked over to Hercules then back to the nursing staff. His eyes picked up on a few of the sigils and runes tattooed on the behemoth's body. Maybe he knew his parents. William never heard about a ‘Hercules’ before but there was a more pressing matter. “My parents!?” the doctor looked down at his chart then sat on the bed next to him trying to examine his casted legs. Hercules stood off to the side ready to pounce if this ‘Doctor’ tried to harm his master.
“You’re mother is here. She’s in the room next door, she.... well she was put into a medically induced coma.” she started letting the words sink in. It was clear Hercules had no idea what that was. He wiped a tear from his cheek as she continued to explain, “Between the burns on her body and the broken bones we had to put her under so she wouldn’t be in so much pain. She’s healing, it’s just a matter of when.
”You’re mother was truly a sight to behold despite her injuries she tried fighting me off of her when I pulled her from the ‘car’.” Hercules offered still struggling with the concept of the automobile. What was wrong with horses?
“You’re father....” the doctor continued, “I’m sorry will, he didn’t make it.” she paused for a moment then Hercules started to cry again followed by punching the wall next to him. His calloused knuckles indented the drywall. ”I wasn’t there in time.... I’m sorry...” he chose not to make eye contact with anyone still feeling shame and regret more than anything. His first order from his new master and he failed.
William looked down at his legs then to the doctor clearly in a state of shock. Hercules had to commend him on his composure though. “My legs are broken. I can’t feel them.... will I be able to walk again?” The doctor nodded her head, “It should be a matter of time. There is a lot of swelling but the x-rays showed that the damage wasn’t beyond repair. You’re lucky -” she was cut off by Will who scoffed, “Lucky!?!? My father....” it was then everything seemed to click. “Please.... leave me alone for now.”
The doctor and nurse nodded and gave William a sympathetic smile before exiting, “We’ll come check on you in a bit. Have you’re uncle come get us when you’re ready to talk.”
If it wasn’t for the machines keeping the young child alive Hercules would have destroyed them, the constant beeping and not seeing a change in his new young master (agreement pending) was starting to get to him. His hands shook, not because he was upset (he was) but because of the coffee the beautiful attendants (nurses) kept bringing him. They wanted him to sleep but Hercules unless he was sure his master was safe could not. What kind of hero slumbers when a child needs his help? The bad kind.
There was a sudden exhale, it was slow and Hercules feared the worst. His hands shot up and he realized he wasn’t fading his hands were still strong enough to crush boulders. His young master stirred and then opened his eyes. Hercules managed to move inches from his face. ”Boy! Thank the fates!” Hercules was so overjoyed he was crying again. William not sure where he was focused on the giants face then yelled out. “Help!”
”What do you need master!?!” Hercules stood tall then gave a slight bow in a greeting. ”I’m so glad you’re alright! I was worried my summons to this time was a short one.” Hercules stood tall and flexed almost tearing the scrubs that one of the ‘orderlies’ offered him when he first arrived to the hospital. “WHo are you! Where am I? WHERES MY MOM AND DAD!?!?
”Relax, boy.” he said sternly to get him to focus. No, calling William a boy was wrong. Boys couldn’t summon him. It took someone with power and a will.... Hercules chuckled to himself and then corrected himself, ”Sorry, I meant William.” he learned the name from his paperwork. He also learned that the boy shattered both legs in the accident.
Not sure where to start he started with what he knew. ”My name is Hercules, son of Zeus. Demi-god and protector of mortals. You summoned me from my slumber to this time. I don’t know how you did it no child has ever summoned me before.” the boy was fidgeting, looking for something and apparently found it. William aggressively started pressing the device.
Nothing happened yet so Hercules continued, ”It’s something to be proud of young William! You called for help and I answered the call, pulling all those people from the wreckage.” Hercules puffed out his chest, ”It’s something you should take great pri-” “Where are my parents!?!” the giant’s smile faded and he deflated a bit, ”William.... I....” his eyes watered. How would he tell him?
Just then two woman arrived one in a white coat and one in pink scrubs that looked like the same material Hercules was wearing. “Glad to see you’re up and moving! How are you feeling?” the woman in white smiled and then reached out to William then to Hercules in a handshake. Hercules was the only one who accepted. It seemed his new master could use some manners. “You’re uncle here has been watching over you this whole time. He’s very... animated.” she continued, “Do you know where you are?”
Tears rolled down his face when he exited the smoke, the flames still covered the vehicles giving a putrid metallic burning smell that reminded him of Hephaestus forge. How he hated that smell, burnt oil lingered far too long in the air for his liking. Two bodies lay limp, one over his shoulder the other in his arms. The demi-god gently set the man down, his face bruised and bloodied and no sign of life while the woman on his shoulder kicked and screamed briefly before passing out. He laid the parents both next to the young boy who summoned him. ”I am sorry... Even gods can’t fight death.” he could but it wouldn’t be the man the young boy lost.
The boy didn’t stir. Hercules heard a scream from the wreckage behind them and wiped his tears streaking down his face. It was always the hardest when he couldn’t make it in time. Now that he was here however he quickly got to work opening up the metallic boxes and pulling the people from the vehicles. Flames licked his naked body while his tattoos glowed. It was always awkward at the first summon. Mosty masters had clothes ready for him but the Demi-god was sure this wasn’t prepared.
“Look there he is!” someone called out as the firetrucks and ambulances arrived. Hercules didn’t know what they were just that they were similar builds to the metallic coffins he just pulled all the people from. “How many people is he carrying!?” another voice shouted. It was in English. Hercules had English masters before. ”Is anyone a medic!” he shouted trying to recall the words for healer before setting down an armful of people before running back into the wreckage. “Why is he naked?” “His clothes must have burned off!”
Hercules ignored them and moments later returned with the remain people and one dog in the flames. The dog licked his face aggressively as he tried to set him down. ”That’s enough.” he forced a chuckle and then silently prayed to his father and to his uncle Hades. ’Watch over the young boys father. Another life I failed to save. May he find rest and be reborn again.’
The big red metallic truck started to spray water as a handful of men and women in uniform held onto a hose that sprayed water. There were flashing lights and someone handed him a blanket. Hercules looked down and wrapped his lower torso. He almost forgot how modesty was a thing. What a shame too. His build was perfection a gift he’d prefer to share with the masses.
A shorter woman rushed to him caring something in her hand waving it at him like she had a torch. Hercules was more distracted by the floating light that was following her. “Why did you rush in there to save them!?!?” Hercules blinked at the question his attention shifting from the floating light which wasn’t floating but being carried by a portly man. ”Why wouldn’t I?” he asked back turning to look for his new master. A couple in blue lifted him and his mother onto separate stretchers. Someone was abducting his master!
“Did you lose your clothes in the fire?” Hercules looked down to the small device in the woman’s hand and then back to her. ”Uh....” the doors shut behind his master as they were loaded into the white boxed metallic coffin with flashing lights. ”Where are they taking them?” Hercules pointed to the vehicle then walked off ignoring the two that wanted to ask him questions.
“Easy there big guy! Got some que” ”WHERE ARE THEY TAKING THEM!” Hercules cut the man in blue off as he quickly threw his hands up to calm the behemoth that was Hercules. “Whoa, they are injured and are going to the hospital. You know them?” not sure what to say he looked down to the officer, ”I request to accompany them! They are... important!” “Alright, come on. I can question you on the way.
As Hercules climbed into the back of the metallic coffin slouching as best he could he heard the words chirp from the woman who was questioning him, “New York City, is the city of heroes. You heard it hear first, back to you Jim.”
”New York City. The city of heroes.” he was truly in the right place!”[/color]
Hercules looked down to his shirt when he heard the woman talk about his clothing then looked back to the lady in red who made the comment. ”I was told Hawaiian shirts were in.” he said wishing he went with another shirt from Will’s father’s closet. The giant always felt weird about wearing his clothing. It just so happened that Will’s recently deceased father was pretty close to his size. Hercules was obviously in better shape.
The giant eyed the woman in red and gave a slight bow of his head acknowledging the woman who clearly knew fashion the dress seemed to accentuate her form. It was pleasing on the eyes, both her dress and her form. ”I will never need an apology for the truth.” he was tall and muscular. The shirt comment seemed to hit him harder with the truth. He thought he looked like he was ready to have a night on the town and if it led to company so be it! His master told him to have fun and it had been centuries since the demi-god had gotten lucky.
Perhaps the casualness of the Hawaiian shirt was too casual. It was a shame too, it showed off his well defined muscles so well. His muscles flexed under the shirt and he opened his arms towards the woman and gave a slight turn, the way he had seen people do it in his favorite shows so she could get a good look.
The khaki pants were a little loose, Erikson, William’s recently deceased father was more wide in the gut but Hercule’s solved the problem with a belt. ”It’s been far too long since I’ve gone out, I figured this was appropriate attire.” he looked back down to the lady in red.
”Do you have any sage advice on what would be the appropriate attire for night life in the city? It’s hard finding clothes that fit properly.” he hadn't bought clothes since being summoned just wore them and occasionally ripped through them. ”I’m Hercules!” he offered his big meaty hand as he introduced himself.
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The fire filled the air turning it black William coughed up a fit and crawled to the burning wreckage where his parents were located they weren’t moving. He could see that much. “M-Mom! D--ad!” his legs hurt he was in pain. He coughed through the smoke. “Help! Mom! Dad! Get out of there!” the young teen tried to push himself up in shock he managed to get to his knees then collapsed again. His free hand reached out to them.
A demi-god opened his eyes for the first time in a century. ‘Could he be the one?’
William knew the hand signs, the sigils. What was needed. The fire roared before him, his parents weren’t moving. Tears streaked down his face. They were going to die... he was watching his parents die and he couldn’t do anything. His hands moved dropping the odd looking relic, why he stole it from the party he didn’t know. He just knew he wanted it.
Now all he wanted to do was save his parents. The boy didn’t have chalk or a marker, he was bleeding though. The images raced through his mind, the ones his parents taught him. Summon. It was all he could do. His hands touched the blood and then his hands moved. They drew on his body and then the ground before him. William ignored the people gathering around the accident trying to get him to stop. They were saying he was hysterical. He was crying but he knew what he was doing.
“Save them! Please. Their my parents! I’ll give anything for them. My mind! My body! My soul! Whatever it takes just save them! Please!” someone was grabbing him trying to get him to calm down. William fought them away then yelled, “Whatever it takes!”
The relic lifted from the ground near the boy startling everyone in view including the summoner. Then flew towards the car pileup. A form appeared in the flames, a massive hulk of a man. William’s eyes grew heavy from the power being sapped. “Save them.... please....” ”I WILL!” cried the demigod who was now aware of the situation. He had a glow about him it shined brighter than the flames illuminating the smoke as the car where his parents were located finally caught fire.
The giant hefted a car and sent it flying then another and another. He finally reached the vehicle that was where the parents were. ”NEVER FEAR MORTAL! FOR I AM HERE!” his voice echoed boomed over the roaring flames. William’s eyes grew heavy then passed out as a the car door was ripped from the vehicle.
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He had frequented Atlantis (before it sank), lived on Mount Olympus, and traversed many planes of existence. Battled and bedded gods and goddess. The Demi-god thought he had seen it all but the sight of New York City at night.... Hercules was in awe, he had been summoned to this time for a couple months now but he was usually caring for his master, William while he slept. Tonight however he was ‘off-duty’ which meant Hercules didn’t have to go home he could do what he wanted till the early hours for his master was attending a sleep over.
It was common now, apparently that children would sleep over at each others house in large numbers and ‘hang’. Hercules didn’t fully understand the concept but after meeting the parents where his master was staying he was confident he could truly trust them. Apparently they were friends with his master’s parents which meant they were people to be trusted!
‘Go out and enjoy the night. Don’t come back till morrow morning. Stay out of trouble!’ The words echoed in Herc’s mind again as he studied the neon signs and bright lights of the city! His mouth hung ajar while he debated his path. The city was a big place and it was rare for the monster slayer to explore the city at night.
Hercules felt someone bump into him. He looked do to see someone fall backwards. The giant didn’t move. “Watchitwhereyergoingman.” a few other people no doubt his companions stopped and puffed out their chests at the Hero. It was adorable.
“Apologies! I’ve never explored the city at night on my own before! I was distracted!” Hercules leaned over and offered up his massive hand and pulled the stranger up. “I’ll watch where I’m standing in the future!” his tattoos glowed for a second and his Hawaiian shirt tightened as he too flexed in greeting to his companions before walking away. He was staying out of ‘trouble’ fighting without being hit first was frowned upon in this era.
Fighting could wait anyways, Hercules was more interested in exploring now anyways. The sights at night were far too distracting.
The giant reached up and touched his lips and spotted the blood. Despite the pain and the sudden need to clench his teeth he still had a smile from ear to ear plastered on his face. His heart raced his fingers twitched until he could clench them into a club sized fist. Hercules could feel the power from his master fading no longer was it a roaring inferno that he could draw his power from, now it was just embers.
There was nothing more frustrating to the hero than to have his power limited like this. He needed more power to protect Willaim, more power to best Raijin. His ears healed and the ringing stopped, he focused on the table the would be assassin was leaning on and was tempted to throw his club again but he’d have to get it first. He doubted he could summon it to his hand again. It would have been the end of his master.
Hercules frowned at the man and punched his fist into the closest table. His eyes cold wishing he could finish the battle he needed to, wanted to. He was a proud hero, and something like this would no doubt eat at him knowing he couldn’t finish Raijin, god of storms. At least not without killing the young boy behind him. Hercules made a promise to him and his word was more important than winning another fight.
“I cannot.” tears started to well up in his eyes from the frustration. The prince of power was often easy to read it should be clear to his opponent this decision was more difficult than the fight itself. “My nephew,” nailed it, “needs medical attention. I promised the boy I’d look after him. When he’s better we can finish this god of storms.” he punched the table again his tattoo’s fading trying his best to conserve his power and William’s life force.
“My word is my bond.” he stated and stood tall his fists unclenching while he too stood tall. “You don’t strike me as the type to attack an innocent child, allow me to retreat for now and I promise we will continue this fight.” he said hoping the man before him was an honorable one.
His club was stronger, of course it was it was forged by Hephaestus himself few smiths in any era could compete with how he made weapons. What’s more it was hefted by the strongest demi-god in existence! The would be assassin Raijin was clearly outclassed! There was a crack of club meeting his spell and then his club dropped onto the ground with a loud ‘clank’ as Hercules made contact next.
He saw the flash of the shorter sword before he made contact, Hercules however couldn’t stop and if he tied to dodge now he’d be sent rolling to the side. He doubled down and his form glowed a bit more then blinked a few times in a few spots as if his batteries were running low. Meaning his master was nearing his limit. He was a child after all even if he was exceptionally gifted.
Raijin was sent flying and Hercules witnessed the room turn blue. Something else odd happened as well. Where the smaller blade touched his skin there was a shallow cut. Hercules looked down at the cut and the small amount of red that trickled out of the wound. The room still blue which reminded him of his father’s throne room, how he hated that place. What he didn’t hate however was his lust for a challenge and Raijin seemed to be delivering. What an Era to be summoned.
His voice boomed in laughter unaware of the spell already cast on him, “HAHAHAHA! Yes!!!!! This was the battle I have been longing for!” he touched his small cut which was already fading and showed off the blood on his finger, “This right here! It is what I live for and why I adore you mortals so! You continue to surprise me!” his tattoo’s blinked once again and he fought the urge to check on his master. He couldn’t take his eyes off his opponent though. He found it would be an insult. ‘Master?’ he thought trying to connect with the boy who was sleeping in the wheelchair.
His tattoos started to glow again “Now, that I finally broke a sweat. Prepare yourself!” Hercules took a step forward knowing he had to finish this quickly before he sapped Willaim’s life force and he lost his physical form. What he didn’t know was the spell that still hung in the air. The one cast by his opponent. When he stepped he was hit with the ‘boom’.
Hercules wasn’t ready for it otherwise he would have drawn more power. His tattoo’s had a low glow to them and he coughed up blood as the thunder seemed to echo outward from himself. Hercules was in pain his eardrums bleeding. He coughed up a little blood and his arms lowered as he tried to get control of his body again. His smile however was still plastered on his face he was still standing, this is what brought him joy in life. Hercules finally found his newest trial! Defeating Raijin.
His path was already set he was there for money however should this woman of Lizards have access to someone with such an ability maybe... his eyes welled up at the thought of his master reuniting with his mother. His master had lost so much at a young age. Hercules allowed a few tears to streak down his face. True men cried. Even gods wept.
“Herclues! And No.” he responded. Looking from the men and women in blue and black their armor read S.W.A.T. as if a company of fly catchers were enough to best him. His eyes rolled onto a small little lizard holding a card in it’s mouth. He reached down gingerly and took the card from the lizard. “Thank you little one. Tell your master I have received the card.” though it would be obvious he had gotten it. It was obvious when the demi-god did anything.
“Now! Would any of you like to challenge me?” Hercules asked scanning the men and woman. “Know I don’t fight women unless they are capable.” he said hearing a gunshot then feeling a hot pin prick on his shoulder. It didn’t bleed but he felt it. More so than when they shot earlier. Did they have weapons capable of harming a god such as himself? If so he’d need to channel more power.
Hercules’s tattoos glowed more and he dropped the large bag of money making sure not on a lizard. “Very well! I shall take you all on!” he brought his fists up into his fighting stance and he debated where to strike first. Surging forward he stopped.
“Not now!” his hands lowered and he frowned, “It was just getting good! I was about to make off with the money.” his head wrung as his master questioned him. “I went to the bank to acquire money!” he was arguing with his master now. Upset his surprise wasn’t appreciated. The officers exchanged confused looks.
“But master....” his tattoo’s glowed more as he felt the call of his summon. “Very well!” his fist clenched tight around the business card he received from the lizard already having memorized the inscriptions. His face cold as he looked at all the would be challengers.
“It looks like you succeeded in your plan Liz. You shall not best me again!” his frustrated face turned to a warm smile and he waved before he vanished in a plume of light.
“I feel.... everything! More than you mortals can comprehend!” his body surged from the left over power his muscles still tightening and contracting from the electricity. So he was a god of storms? Fine. Hercules had bested gods before several of them, gods of lighting and wind this would just be another trial he could add should the man be worthy.
His will did not falter, meaning neither did his abilities. William however wasn’t fairing so well. The child’s eyes shut and he slumped in his chair. Hercules could still feel his master had more power to draw from but if he kept batting at the air it wouldn’t matter how much power he could draw. Human’s were so frail.
“If only mortals were capable besting me.” they had, however Hercules’s was determined to overcome his old limitations and thus losing as well. “Bare witness to the might of my club. Forged by Hephaestus himself! Only I have the power to wield such a weapon!” ‘Master! Behold my might!’ there was no response from William but the child’s eyes opened wide as Hercules brandished his weapon and twirled it in his hand as if he was about to step into the batter’s box.
“Hppppp!” he grunted as he threw the club forward right to Rajin god of storms and his warding spell. His club was of stone and iron and steel should it be damaged it would heal like him. A fitting weapon for a god of raw power such as himself. Hercules used the distraction to surge forward allowing his club to take the damage of the shield so he could attempt to close-line his opponent.
“Yes.” was all he offered for a second then stopped collecting money. This should be enough. He didn’t count it but it was better than none. His master could count it decide what they needed to do with it and then he could ask the demi-god to get more or return some. Whatever his master deemed worthy for young William his master was indeed worthy of the god of strength. For while Willaim wasn’t physically strong everything else about the young child was.
“Yes.” he said again this time clearly getting tired of responding with the same answers. Then she started to ask more. The doors opened and Hercules and Liz were no longer alone. “In a way both. Medical bills are... difficult to understand. The healers have the abilities to heal yet do nothing unless there is payment involved.” he shook his head. “Different than my time. Different than all the others.” he said shaking his head and easily hefting the large bag over his shoulder.
“Money I was told is the answer.” he looked at her and smiled, “Unless you can wake the dead or the ‘Coma’ I doubt there is little you can do.” he said looking to the officers who were starting to run in. “If only my brother was here. Apollo would only require a song.”
Hercules stepped forward making sure to stand in front of Liz, while he was impervious to bullets he doubted the woman with the lizard was not. Mortals now seemed to be far less durable. “There is but one thing that can call me off from my mission. My master! Now, please retreat a safe distance so you don’t get injured when they fire!” his tattoos glowed and he took another step forward.
The man was but a mosquito, flying about dancing with his now twin blades had he been selfish and not share his gift with the man he would have been cut several times over. Worse yet he was calling him an Oni, or Ogre. Demons and ogres were but mere playthings to Hercules in his prime. Even now with one master he was sure he could combat him. Hercules swatted again and his opponent danced away apparently happy to be exchanging blows with the demi-god.
Hercules laughed in response. “God’s only bleed when they will it! I do not!” another flurry of slashes and Hercules took them all the sound of metal on his skin rang out through the hall. ‘Are you watching master! This is my power! My might!’ he thought as he laughed some more. “Ha! While I’m still a bit rusty I will! Witness the might of Hercules! Son of Zeus!” Hercules said raising his massive fist into a haymaker. ‘Stop telling everyone your name!’
He saw the rune being cast, thousands upon thousands of battles in his life times, some he won some he had lost. He knew the motions, but knew not what they did. Was it some sort of shield? Cute. Sheilds were useful. Not against him. With one blow it should easily crumble for there were few that could stand up to his might. “What? Getting tired mortal?” he asked as he tried to go through the shield.
With the mighty blow his body tensed up his whole body becoming charged with electricity at first the sound coming from his throat sounded like a howl in pain only to give to a howl of laughter. It hurt, he felt that. He hadn’t felt such power since his father! “Lighting? HA! This is nothing compared to my fathers!” his body drew more power healing his pain. William’s eyes grew heavy while he watched the battle. “I haven’t had a fight like this in soooo long!” his movement was slower and tense but he raised his hand again calling his club.
“Club!” he called through gritted teeth still feeling the effects of the spell. Overhead, a massive and heavy stone club broke through the ceiling and dropped towards Raijin letting gravity help him in his battle.
The would be assassin was working alone good. It meant he could focus more on him than his master. There was always ‘that’ move to use if he had to but that was only if the man deviated from the original threat. Something Hercules really was excited before he hadn’t had a chance to cut loose maybe he’d be a challenge something to over come. His master would surely be impressed with Hercules then!
“Excellent! If I could only be so lucky!” Hercules boomed as the swordsman rushed forward his club wasn’t here yet and he didn’t have a way to defend himself. Being a showman he wished he could have fought the man with his weapon. It had been too long since he used that as well maybe too long. It was usually faster than this. His body glowed again and he lowered his hand into a guard and stepped forward bringing his forearm to block the cut. It wasn’t his preferred method but the man was quicker than he expected.
“Ha! Yes! This is what I have been waiting for!” he swung his forearm hoping to get the swordman off balance whether by him blocking the strike or by the force of the push alone. Hercules was big, slow but big he had a reach. Usually that was how he overcame speed all but Hermes. His club like hand took a swing at the chest of his opponent aiming for the ribs. Followed by a palm strike to the man’s chest this one-two combo was enough for Cyclopi surely they would best a mortal.
The demi-god lowered his arms and beamed towards his master who eyerolled and face palmed. It was becoming apparent to Hercules that teenagers were embarrassed easily for the most ridiculous reasons. Mortals.
Hercules looked down to the man without a shirt under his jacket. Was that an option? He’d curse his master if he knew ahead of time. The god of raw power looked him up and down wondering how he got a sword in here then the man spoke. Hercules smile faded and a switch flipped. His master was in danger. William was right. His eyes grew cold and his brow lowered the two glasses breaking in his hand. He could feel the gaze of his master. He must have been pulling too much power suddenly. His tattoos illuminated his shirt.
He was supposed to be on his best behavior. ‘What’s wrong?’ Hercules responded mentally to his master as he shook his hand dry. ”Ha!” he boomed his laughter so all could hear. ‘No fighting!’ Hercules’s shirt tightened against his muscles the button around his neck broke free. “Then my Nephew has nothing to worry about then! Tell me. Are you working alone?” he laughed again patting himself on the back for calling him his nephew instead of by his title in front of his guest.
‘No fightin- on second thought. Go for it. You have my power.’ It was clear his master didn’t want to be be there. “You dare threaten my nephew?” he laughed, loudly. “Mortals. You’re arrogance never ceases to amaze me. To think I thought tonight would be boring.” Hercules flexed his shirt tearing at the seams revealing his own chest of tattoos, his power and his curse.
“Well then! Come at me with everything! We shall give them a show!” he pulled the tattered suit from his arms and chest. “As men!” Hercules raised his hand towards the house calling for his club. ‘Wait... I didn’t say you can use the club!’
“Liz.” he nodded his head taking a handful of money and putting it into the bag. “Yes.” it did occur to him to find other ways of collecting money but this one seemed the fastest and easiest to him. For there was none that could stop Hercules. That much he was confident of.
His eyes turned to the woman, Liz and he ignored the Lizard climbing up her face. It was odd but once you’ve seen a woman like the Gorgon it was hard to be surprised but such things. “Careful Liz!” he said gruffly his eyes turning cold while a vein popped out on his forehead. “While I have no intention harming you I will not stand by and allow you to question my honor as a Hero. I’m doing this because I am one. A life hangs in the balance and I will not allow the Hades any more loved ones of my master!”
He went back to moving the stacks of money into the bag. The movies all said this was insured, and that it didn’t directly effect anyone except the owners of the bank. He frowned and looked back to Liz his face now clearly revealing he was questioning what he was doing.
“This way doesn’t harm anyone. This money is insured and a job takes more time than they have.” the lizard on his face was finally distracting enough where he stopped at what he was doing and pointed an inked finger at the woman named Liz. “Liz.... there is a Lizard on your face.... Liz... Lizard.” he laughed to himself. “I get it now.”