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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 7, 2024 6:01:58 GMT -6
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The fleeing crowd combined with the bottleneck effect of the barcade exit doors, utterly terrifying. He’d been in enough mosh pits to know, a crowd could as relentless as waves on a stormy beach. The arms and the legs and the screams rolled over in on them, and when someone in front of them tripped, they were down and out for the count. Eisen for some reason he could not discern in the moment, held onto Quin for dear life and pushed and shoved his way through. He took an elbow in the rib and a sweaty palm to the face before he realized they needed to get to higher ground. They were currently on the top floor of the barcade, and thus the one exit was through the two stairwells at the back, and he realized that would be death, trying to rush down a stairwell with this crowd.
It was as if the clowns had read his mind, for only a few moments later did he notice one of the creatures leaping over the startled partygoers to make his way to the exit. Suddenly, Eisen’s stomach wrung like a towel squeezed of all its contents before being hung out to dry. These creatures must have had some sentience, or rather, something was giving them instruction. But immediately the crowd began to surge in the other direction; the other side of the barcade was the balcony and they were at least three stories up.
>>“We have to help…” Quin said, but Eisen couldn’t agree until they themselves were out of the sea of frantic faces.
“We need to find higher ground.” A few meters to their left were the pool tables, and Eisen pushed his way towards them, holding out his elbow, and body bulldozing through a good amount of people, his arm still on Quin, who allowed him to keep guiding her.
Before they could make it however, another one appeared in the vicinity, a little too close for comfort, and displayed his dominance over a poor woman. At the same time, a floor tile flew out from the ground and planted itself on the zombie’s mouth. The woman slumped on the floor, unable to avoid the goo, but as the zombie tried to pry off his muzzle, it gave Eisen a chance to reach the pool table.
As he pulled himself up on the green surface, he beckoned Quin to jump on it with him. Then he realized, from her suggestion that they should help, and the way she was focusing on the zombified clown, she must have been the mutant who slapped the tile on his face.
“Oh thank God you’re a mutant too.” Eisen breathed a sigh of relief. That meant he wouldn’t have to worry as much about protecting her. But they still had a situation to take care of. Eisen grabbed a pool stick and held it out like a bowstaff - of all the nights to forget his own weapon at home, this wasn’t the night.
“This’ll do.” Eisen then watched as the closest zombie struggled with the tile on his face, white-makeup and all. Then pried it off and latched itself onto another victim.
“That tile was you, right, Quin? What else can you do?” He asked as he picked up a pool ball and threw it at the zombie, who swiveled its head in their direction. It looked visibly pissed. Then it began to charge, the crowd having parted enough that there was no one between it and the pool table.
Once the zombie clown was within two meters of them, Eisen channeled his mutation through the soles of his feet, into the pool table, through the floor and to the zombie’s clothing. He stood suspended, arms flailing, as his clothes held him in place. Within the strobe light of the barcade, its blood shot eyes spilling a glowing blue liquid made it seem like its vision must have been obscured. They could use that to their advantage. Eisen held his mutation, and felt the zombie tug against it; and he waited to see who would win the tug of war.
“If you’ve got anything else in your bag of tricks, now’s the time to do it.” He called out to Quin, holding his mighty pool stick up, ready to strike the moment the zombie broke through.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 6, 2024 19:14:29 GMT -6
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“I’m here because I felt like I was going to explode if I spent one more minute being me, so I decided to try and be someone else for a night.”
Eisen nodded silently to himself, letting the music shuffle through him. More and more he began to realize he’d rushed into bringing her on the floor, but a little spark of hope returned to him. Could he help someone else tonight? No… No there was no reason for him to take on such a role, but deep down inside he believed he wanted the same thing. To be someone else. Someone who wasn’t just the Neon-Banana outfit man with the anger spurts and wild dance moves… But how does one really go about being someone else?
His empty, disheveled bed came back to mind. The endless nights of wearing loneliness, and seeking, running, going after something in the wild of the Big Apple. That image would keep haunting him. ‘Loser’, ‘Imposter, ‘Thief’. He wasn’t that… right? He didn’t want to be that.
The screams caught his attention too, before he could respond to Quin’s very self-piercing comment. Her honesty, meddling with his. The screams were those of agony, hilarity, chaos. And they were coming from the mob swarming with the lifeguard clowns.
The barcade strobe lights descending on the crowd like someone flicking the lights on and off and snapshots of the clown lifeguards latching onto the other partygoers reached the eyes of those unfortunate enough to be watching. On top of the already pasty white make-up adorning their faces, they seemed to have a soft glow emanating from their skin. There were three of them in total, each holding onto the screaming faces of their dance partners, as they performed a strange ritual. Each held their partner below their face and pried their mouths open as a strange goo emanated from their eyes like tears. Drip-drip-drip, onto the lips and teeth and gaping caves of the partygoers.
Then their bodies grew slack and dropped to the floor like ragdolls, whilst the lifeguard clowns grabbed and reached for any other partygoers unfortunate in their obliviousness.
Eisen instinctively leaped in front of Quin, to shield her from the gruesome scene. “What the fuck? Watch out, gorgeous. I haven’t seen shit this fucked up before.” As much as it surprised him, his training forced him to stay calm and assess the situation. A brainwashing mutation? Was this mystics? Why here? Now?
Those who had turned seemed to be moving faster, and the crowd was pushing hard against them, the exits being at their back. “Let’s go. Go, go.” He took Quin by the arm and began to follow the flow of traffic.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 6, 2024 9:41:42 GMT -6
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Every so often when Eisen closed his eyes, he would see flashes of his empty bedroom. The littered cans of Celsius, Monster, Red Bull, and wrappers and wrappers of plantain chips, and his array of bongs named after various presidents like him, all orbiting his huge king sized bed where many a nights were spent with his ‘friends’ and lovers alike. Where were they when he wanted them or needed them? He never asked. As he danced, however, these thoughts latched onto him like the perfumes and bodily stenches of the strangers in his vicinity. He had almost tuned out Quin, the music, the dancing, the sights the sounds. A chilling chant at the back of his head, ‘Loser’, ‘Imposter’, ‘Thief.’
But just like that, he jumped even harder, pumped his fists even faster, gave into the ache of his body and opened his eyes again once the ginger facing him asked a question. He pondered whether to give her a fat lie, or to swing at her with the hammering thoughts in his temple, and go all out. What did he have to lose? It’s not like he’d see her ever again anyway.
“What? You mean— why am I here? At THIS shithole? Why ELSE does anyone do ANYTHING in this city, gorgeous? We’re all running away from SOMETHING. So just fucking DANCE.” Eisen spoke loudly, to the point of yelling. He almost lost all reverence as he rubbed his ass on a lesbian couple behind him. They rubbed themselves against his white and yellow. The purple lighting turning Eisen into a neon polar bear in the middle of a dark forest, and he invited Quin in by widening his wingspan and beckoning her closer.
Then the DJ put on a headbanger. The dance floor was a black linoleum that was already sticky with spilled drinks and hard earned sweat. The crazies raved, legs and arms finding new homes on other bodies. He loved this scene, the zaniness, the hype. He loved it. Right?
He watched as Quin also put on her own moves, finally giving himself a chance to see her in her simple black outfit, her curves and skin and inhibitions all in full display. She obviously wasn’t used to this scene at all, and Eisen had his ways to get what he wanted. To say the right things, touch the right places, tickle the right fancies. But for some reason, tonight he felt like a sieve, his gusto leaking out onto the floor like the rest of everyone’s fluids. She didn’t seem like a girl he’d have an easy time taking home either, and he wasn’t so sure if tonight was a night for a challenge. So he gave her just a little more breathing room.
“And YOU? People don’t come to BARS to be ‘IMPRESSED’. What brings you HERE?”
As Eisen asks the question, a couple groans and shouts of pain and surprise can be heard from some individuals on the dance floor. But the music drowns out the waves.
[OOC: The clowns are starting to be mind-raped and begin to bite the people they’re dancing with. Feel free for Quin to notice or not.]
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 6, 2024 4:40:21 GMT -6
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Normally Eisen would have had all the thoughts one would label as “gutter” and “fuck-boyish” proliferating through his mind like a train that someone set on a set of tracks, with no friction and an endless rail— the many alternate ways he could land on those thighs in an hour or so like a cheap family keeping a rental movie on replay just so they could squeeze out every ounce of their dollar’s worth.
But for somereason, her taking his sticky and sweaty little hand softened his heart just a little bit that he may have actually looked at her eyes long enough to notice a human being with emotions, suspicions, and some verifiable lick of taste. He saw himself as scum tonight, with his skin-tight, gamma-yellow collared shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a white A-shirt underneath, on top of his white skinny jeans and matching neon Jordans. He had on his favorite Jewish star necklace — he loved the Jews - and had his hair tied back into a little man-bun because he was growing it long out of sheer indifference. But her, something about her screamed a little more pomp to the circumstance.
“The fuck you doing invading this little shithole, Quin? Maybe it’s just me, but hell, you look so normal — you must either be virtue signaling, or trying to show these clowns what actual decency looks like.” The way her taking his hand was like grabbing onto a ballet instructor, really did change the name of the game.
He pointed at the lifeguarding clowns, now breathing down the necks of a group of wasted Spencer’s models. He maneuvered his own hands from Quin’s hand to guiding her to the dance floor with skillfully placed touches against her lower back, back of her elbow, the ‘accidental’ pressure of his hip against her thigh in the sea of bodies. He let the music dictate the rest, whether he’d put his hands up in the air and smile at her with his lips curled and his eyes pretending to drift in and out of euphoria, or if he’d stare at her deeply in the eyes as he chose his most over-the top gyrations — but only until she laughed and not a moment longer. He finally chose to lean in when the music was at its loudest, so he could scream into her ear. “Eisen — that’s my name.”
The music began to crank up and the lights flicker, like the winning screen of a METROID game. Eisen only hoped he was making strides, because truthfully, if the exaggerated gyrations didn’t show it, sweatbeads streaked down his temples as the scene around him began to scream ‘imposter’, ‘loser’, and ‘good for nothing’. Here he was again with a stranger, but hey. That’s the vibe he had been looking for right?
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 5, 2024 21:35:24 GMT -6
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Eisen’s hopes came crashing down like Santa tumbling into a big, deep, open chimney. Except he had no presents other than a little stutter and a blush that streaked across both cheeks of his. Lo and behold, a gorgeous woman, a tall glass of V8 that looked packed with vitamins and minerals, stood and looked down on him with her own sophisticated beverage.
“I think I’ve had it with machines for the night,” Eisen said as he puffed up his chest and reached down to pick up his glass just so she wouldn’t notice him taking a long, drawn out look of her from her toes to the tip of her ginger-head. His heart bumped around inside his chest, a rush of anxiety grabbed his shoulders and made its way down to his toes. Of course it had to be someone beautiful to see him as the mess he was this evening. Though, the fact she almost looked like she could be his long lost sister added a strange twinge of confusion to his already dazed heart.
“Have you tried popping a quarter in her, and seeing what comes out?” Eisen tried to say coolly- but as soon as the words rolled out of his mouth he wished someone would come out from behind the arcade machines with a giant bat and smash it against his nut-sack. It would’ve hurt less than the sound of his own stupidity right now.
“Uhh… Not that I support the utilitarian idealogy that people are merely vehicles for personal pleasure. Of course not. Right? And if it isn’t an ideology I subscribe to, then I ought to be in that psychic-orgie fest using a yardstick to keep those hormone-charged fleshbags far away from each other.” Eisen gave his new companion a wink and offered her a vodka-stained hand.
“But if I were to be a hedonist, even just for tonight, would you care to dance with me, you beautiful thing?” Eisen no longer paid attention to his words. Pretty girl and lots of her. A young night. Nothing more to lose than he’d already lost. Might as well shoot his shot, as skewed a shot it must have been at this point. The lifeguarding clowns awaited them.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on May 5, 2024 19:53:36 GMT -6
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Eisen raised his vodka-tonic to the orchid colored lights of a new barcade in the lower part of Manhattan. His gaze fell to the girls and boys with torsos exposed by chain-mail clothing, grinding up against individuals inspired by someone’s twisted wet-dream: clowns in lifeguard outfits. He stared with an interest that had peaked a long time ago and dwindled with every passing moment; his eyes glazed over the scene of white-painted, blown-up heads on chiseled and voluptuous bodies, the cognitive dissonance of what he was experiencing mixed in with his alcoholic beverage.
“I hate New York.” He uttered the phrase almost every day, with the same passion as someone saying “I hate money.” He told himself he needed the Big Apple to function, the city and its eccentricities and capitalistic drive, but deep down he also wished he didn’t need it at all. Moments when the allure of the weird and insane were effective at distracting him from his deepest darkest insecurities happened often enough for him to stay willgfully ignorant of the extent of his hatred for the city.
Eisen brushed his tattooed hand over the shoulder of a woman with purple lipstick, and her eyes said yes, but the guy on her left said no. Eisen gave a loving bird to the dude, then drifted to another part of the barcade. He ignored his phone, which buzzed with notifications of all the group-texts that he poked his head into every other moon. And without admitting to himself that all the people he actually wanted to hang with were busy, he drifted to the the basketball hoop-game that had UFO’s as the rims and little green men painted on the skins of the balls. Tonight, he wasn’t so sure he was willing to ride the game of potential rejections just to find someone he was probably going to leave anyway. So, he put his drink down and started shooting hoops.
Until the game shut down on him and he kicked the machine in the metaphorical shins, hurting his foot in the process. “Fuck me.” He also spilled his drink. “Even better.” Eisen picked up the glass and looked around to see if anyone had seen his pathetic outburst of rage. He so hoped to Jupiter, no.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 17, 2024 21:59:07 GMT -6
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Eisen was down and he stayed down, the voices of the clones, er- men, echoed in the background. He held his stomach, the adrenaline in his veins dulled the pain for the moment, and in all honesty, he'd felt worse. He had just been taken by surprise, is all.
At the mention of ice-cream and paying him back, Eisen's wrinkled frown shifted slightly, with a little shiver of excitement. Though by the sound of the other two clones, the trio wasn't all in consensus.
Eisen breathed in deeply, causing his bruised ribcage to expand like it was going to collapse in on himself. He sat up, the overcast sky a little brighter as the blood rushing from his head to the rest of his body blurred his vision.
"Alright, alright. Y'all don't owe me nothing." Eisen sat up a little straighter now, as the air filled his lungs with more ease.
"If I had known I was going up against a mob I probably would have backed down earlier... Probably." Eisen extended a hand to see what the clones would do. He felt safe with these, since they seemed to have more of a heart than the one who kicked him down.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 21, 2023 16:17:02 GMT -6
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Eisen chest burned like a stone cold fire was being stoked; he wasn’t sure whether it was of love or hatred, desire or disgust. At himself or her.
As Demon dispatched the band members one by one, and the grip of his mutation lessened bit by bit, her growing momentum mesmerized Eisen. She was a woman of intention, and though a little crude, this was the same woman who had shown him so much bark before and at the same time, the softest kiss.
He hadn’t seen her in this form before, though by her looks and demeanor, he was in no way surprised. How her tail, her arms, her legs, her form, screamed predator. Hunter. Beast. Mauling the members like a tiger pawing at mice. Taking no time to breathe, even as she turned to him.
His heart pounded in his chest, and if he weren’t so high, he would have lunged at her himself. Wanting her not to hurt the innocent, though he didn’t really care about the members. He cared about her. Not needing to lash out like a tiger with a thorn in its paw.
Then she stopped in front of him, and put on a disarming smile. One he knew not to trust. And as she stepped out with her left and led with her right, he knew the punch was coming.
So he took it. The punch straight to his face, but turned so it wouldn’t connect to his nose, but to his cheek. He wanted it, the fist connecting to his jaw. He stood his ground, however, and felt the pain ring through his face, strain the muscles in his neck. The warmth of Demon’s fist connecting with his cheek.
Then he reached out and placed a palm on her arm, pulsating his mutation through her clothing so she couldn’t move without ripping through her clothes. He took a moment to let the pain register through his face, his vision still blurry.
Then leaned in and pressed his face against hers, busted lip against her snarl-bearing maw. To return the kiss that had been lost in transit.
Then, in Cassandra fashion, he pulled back and turned to face one of the angry fans that leaped in to avenge their new favorite band. Who threw a punch upwards, while Eisen went low and performed a leg sweep. Which he then placed a foot on his chest, pinning him down.
”This place is a shithole.”
Through his slow vision, Eisen could see the bouncer headed their way, probably to escort them kindly out.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 19, 2023 16:10:42 GMT -6
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The smell of their weed stained breath sent a dull static through the back of Eisen’s neck. He exited out Jeremy’s window, another warm body he tried to woo into giving him life. The feeling of being alive. If only for just a moment. Eisen tightened his zipper, tied the right shoelace of his vans, and clambered down the fire escape of a guy he had fucked, but who ended up being so stoned he fell asleep afterwards. The dude hadn’t lasted long at all. Eisen was still high enough to fall if he didn’t focus, but decided to leave since he overstayed his welcome.
He drifted the streets, disgusted with himself for setting his expectations higher than he needed to. His hair a mess, his body still restless. A woman walking four dogs rushed past him on a sidewalk lining a few open restaurants. If he was being honest, homicide was something he’d be willing to consider right now. A fight even. Or any form of altercation.
He was just so fucking tired. Ever since inviting Demon to the party, he barely squeezed out of a lawsuit. It did cost him his reputation and Maggie spread the word such that aside from a few loyal customers, his shop had been empty the whole week.
His friends left him out to dry as well, busy with travel or work or other relationships, that he resorted to strangers for attention. The one stranger that had been on his mind, however, had remained a stranger. He still had the smell of the dingy bar address she left on the roof in his nostrils.
Subconsciously he made his way there for the fourth time this week, just to see if she’d show up. Eventually, Eisen knew he’d have to move on. But when? He wasn’t sure.
He arrived just in time for a performance to end and made his way to the bar. There, on a barstool, sat a woman with a familiar shade of blue as her hair. And a few irritated men were headed her way.
In Eisen’s slowed vision, he acted on instinct. He sat himself on a barstool and pressing his mutation into the ground, spatially locking all four band member’s outfits in place. They stood in succession, wanting to beat on the girl, but Eisen knew better. It was Cassandra… with the powerful wings and tail. The one who left her mark on his lips.
All they could do now was stand in bewilderment, their clothes forcing them to halt. Cursing up a storm.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 13, 2023 21:36:48 GMT -6
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Eisen stood with his paralysis crushing his every limb. For one who took pride in not caring, and for chasing the pleasures, the thrills, the out-of-this world without a second thought, he crumbled to the floor of the penthouse roof, with memories racing in his mind. Just memories. Of Demon. Cassandra.
The way she sat there, obviously sobbing. How he didn’t creep closer, letting the siren sounds from below the building ring in his ears. The pounding underneath the latch stopped, but the pounding in his heart remained.
Fucking Malibu Barbie… Maggie meant nothing to him, and Demon ought to have meant nothing as well. But when her brilliant wings opened up in the night and he ran forward knowing he would not reach her in time, doing nothing. Nothing to stop her. He screamed out into the city streets.
“FUUUCCK!” All his internal anguish released in a barbaric yell. Then he noticed the paper that had fallen out of her pocket, drifting through the wind and into the streets below.
He lunged forward, and took wide strides, leaping to catch the business card with his bare hands. Then he fell.
Headfirst into the city streets, the blue and the red and white pushing up against his retinas as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.
He wasn’t as gracious as Demon in her descent, nor could he ever seek to catch up to her by his lonesome. But, he pumped his mutation into the soles of his feet, and eased into his falling routine. Pushing up and off the air as if he were running down a steep hill, then adjusting his angle as he descended, so as to eventually run parallel to the street below. His feet were exhausted by then, as they always were having to catch himself from that height with his feet alone, but he kept running until he rested on a public bus.
With a thwomp, he sat cross-cross on the bus’ roof and read the address on the card. Black water Bar. At reading the address, Eisen felt a stirring hope in his chest, a small chrysalis of a thing that could easily be squashed. This could lead him to Demon again… or it could have been a dead end.
He laid with his back on the moving bus, not caring where it took him right now. For the first time in a while, the feeling of being lost seeped into his bones. A feeling he’d been ignoring for quite some time now. He let the city lights and the ungracious emotions that plagued him carry on.
The taste of Cassandra’s kisses still wet in his mouth.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 13, 2023 10:54:06 GMT -6
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As soon as her lips pressed against his, again, this time unlike the first, the muscles in his body loosened.
Eisen let the taste of her lips linger. Normally lips he received were full of passion, intensity, longing, a craving that wanted something from him. That needed something that he himself could not fulfill, but could be a tool to bring it about. Yet, this time it felt different. There was a welcomeness to it, a weird invitation to stay.
And as she melted, so did he for a moment. The tension in his soles let go so that the door swung open and a pile of people fell onto the floor.
Then when her tail wrapped around his wrist and he felt her wanting him, almost needing him, and then her letting him go. He turned his mutation back on— leaving a dog pile of people frozen with their clothes in place, still squirming and screaming.
Just like that the moment was over again. A single ripple in the pond.
With Demon climbing ahead of him, the yells of the partygoers, of the two having just met. All of it conflicted with that invitation. Was this really ok? What did he do? What had he been asking of her?
He needed to know.
As soon as Demon made it up, Eisen raced upwards to see her sitting alone. Staring at the horizon. He felt like this was his first time really seeing her tonight. The memory of her encased in stone— it felt like she was that girl again.
Now he regretted using his mutation on her. How could he, for even a moment, have done something so cruel. To make her feel trapped when she wasn’t. He couldn’t have known.
“So that’s it? No goodbye? No exchange of contact information? Just a kiss and ride? Damn. Guess it hurts when it happens to you instead, huh… Karma is a bitch.”
Eisen felt like he had to puke. Was he not going to tell her to stay? To tell her to stop? Why couldn’t he say anything more. This is why he went for girls like Maggie… Just so shit like this wouldn’t happen.
“Will I at least see you again?” Was all he could muster to say. A siren sounded in the background. Maybe Maggie would file for assault. Maybe his little business would be ruined after this night, a couple wanting to sue for ruining a wedding. He didn’t really know, but for a moment. He didn’t care about himself for once.
He waited, even with the banging against the hatch underneath him. He just wanted to know.
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Demon’s lips against his were the last thing he expected. The woman swooped in and planted a specific type of poison on his face that Eisen avoided with a plague: authenticity.
Of all the women he’d slept with, Eisen knew he chose the crazy ones for a reason. They were always trying to avoid something, to run away, to hide for the moment so that the world would leave them alone for a few. Then the two would split, and it would always be the case. Cassandra, started off just like that. In fact, that was still the same vibe he was getting from her, but that kiss just now had so much of something he craved.
Gratitude.
Deep authentic gratitude, that Eisen himself would kill to get from most people. The way Maggie had interrupted a moment between him and Demon that could literally have cost her life, or at least he thought it would have cost it from her. But then he realized, just as he had done it, he had just lumped himself into the category of people that Demon herself must have despised. Those that viewed her as a mutant with a short temperament, dangerous physiology, and not worth trusting.
So when Cassandra walked through him like he was a memory already, it stung so much more than he thought. The past few years were characterized with Eisen living a double-life, in a sense. Hiding with the non-mutants, just because he could. Because his mutation was so invisible, he lost care that it was a part of him. But, just now, he remembered why Xia had been so important to him too. That what made him different also made him unique. Even if he wanted to ignore it and he had every right to.
He stood in his stupor and stared at Maggie, whose mascara ran like the Euphrates. Eisen didn’t reach down to help her up. She would have clawed his face off. Besides, there was one other woman tonite whose claws he’d still rather not have to face.
“Security! This man just, ugh! HE PUSHED ME!” Maggie screamed at the top of her lungs to anyone who would listen, her damsel in distress kicking in.
The bride rushed to Maggie’s side. That’s when Eisen knew the party was over. As soon as the bridesmaids followed and performed a protective circle around one of their kind, Eisen took it as a sign he’d better run. Now.
He pushed through the crowd to the ‘normal’ exit, not expecting to see Demon sitting there. He’d already assumed she didn’t want to see him anymore. The least he could do was respect that. Once he stumbled upon her cackling in stairwell, he now embodied his nickname, standing speechless. He kept his back sole focused on keeping the door spatially locked, in case some mob decided to ruin the moment.
By ways of retreat, Eisen could have easily hopped off the roof and said sayonara, but deep down he also knew had run in the direction he thought Demon had disappeared to.
“So that taste was all you needed. I’m not even worth one bite, huh.” Eisen pretended to be insulted, but instead his face began to blush. Hold on, this wasn’t supposed to be happening.
“Now you’re laughing… Probably at me, and you’d be right to. I am a joke. Inviting you to a party like a dumbass, thinking all would be fine. I get it, I’m a crusty ass chicken McNug, when you could go somewhere else to have actual chicken.”
Fists began to bang against the door. Eisen extended his mutation through the ground and to the clothes of whoever else was close to the door, so that screams could be heard about not being able to move.
There was a small ladder headed upwards, probably to another side of the roof. He could make his exit there.
He calmly walked towards the ladder, careful to trade off connection from his mutation to the spatially locked people behind the door from one foot to another.
“This is probably your best way out. Wouldn’t want to ruin your night any further, Cassandra. You’re worth more than empty promises.”
As he gestured for her to climb, he bowed his head slightly. His disheveled clothes offsetting his gentlemanly pose. “The name’s Eisenhower, by the way. Eisenhower Brandt-Garcia.”
The sound of hysteria continued behind the door, as they continued to scream about being stuck. He swore he could make-out Maggie’s frustrated voice through the mix as well. That would be his first unhappy customer in a while. He hoped, that tonight, the headcount wouldn’t turn into two.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 9, 2023 19:52:14 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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May 19, 2024 22:02:50 GMT -6
Atlas
What started off as a day with an incredibly uncomfortable double date ended with an unusual turn of events. Eisen felt Demon’s head against his shoulder, and could see her tail waving behind her. She felt like an ice cube was placed under a heating lamp, and the water was oozing off onto him. Then the exchange of her name.
Cassandra. What a pretty sound.
Eisen almost placed a hand on Demon’s head, and wanted to hold her closer. He knew this feeling, like the moment he met Xia all those years ago, when he had a spray paint can in his hand and no direction in his life. When she looked at him like he wasn’t some street punk and gave him a choice to make something of himself.
“Ah. You’re not trying to bite into my chest are you, Cassandra? I told you, a few drinks before you eat me. I’ve only had one.” He spoke softly and ventured to rest his hands on her waist. Though the music was upbeat and busier than the Subway at rush-hour, the two may have found a little beat of peace in it all. Just a beat.
“EISEN!!!!” A high pitch squeal erupted from behind and two energetic arms hugged around his torso. When he felt a sturdy pair of breasts press up against his back, Eisen knew who it was.
“Maggie?” Eisen’s poker face swapped on, as if a patient had walked into his office and he was a doctor.
Like a vulture, Maggie swooped in between Eisen and Demon. The blonde who was almost as tall as him, gave Demon the cold shoulder and wrapped her arms around Eisen’s neck. Oh, Maggie had been into him when he gave her that tattoo, alright. It was obvious now.
“So glad you could make it. I left cuz my cousins are lamefucks, but forgot my phone and came back to look for it. So glad I did!” She pressed her head against his chest as if they had been intimate before, the place where Cassandra’s had been just a moment ago. She was definitely already drunk, cocky and jealous, which Eisen would have soaked up and loved any other time than right now. His eyes turned from her to Demon. Fuck.
Eisen channeled his mutation into the floor through his soles and froze Demon’s clothes into place, from her shoes to her shirt, before shoving Maggie aside and onto the floor. Anything that wasn’t wrapped in clothes, Cassandra was free to still move around.
“Eisen? What the fuck?” Maggie began to bawl as her shirt had ripped from being tossed to the ground. The crowd around them began to gasp and mutter to themselves.
Against his better judgement, he then let his mutation on Cassandra go so she’d be free to move and stepped in front of Maggie. Though he didn’t mind carnage, a loss of reputation by having the person who invited him get mauled by the person he invited, was something Eisen really wanted to avoid.
“I changed my mind. Eat me if you want, just spare the dumb blonde. Please.”
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 9, 2023 5:59:42 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Will love you back
Single
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5
May 19, 2024 22:02:50 GMT -6
Atlas
Eisen watched Demon carefully, there was something about her energy that was off. He’d had his fair share of being around miserable people, and the way Demon moved quick, like a lion was staring down the back of her throat and she was a white little bunny, made him pity her.
Had that guy really gotten to her?
Just as brutishly as she took to the skies, she yanked him and his drink onto the dance floor. So much so that he dropped the glass he was holding and it shattered on the floor. But she didn’t seem to mind, and Eisen could care less about the glass. It was Demon he was worried about.
Eisen responded to her wink as the crowd parted to give the two of them space. He leaned toward Demon, dancing steady to match her pace. “You alright? I saw that back there. How he pissed you off.” Expressing genuine concern, Eisen would have to worry about Demon’s emotional state later. Some people were deciding to leave the dance floor because of them.
Eisen wouldn’t have it. He began to dance to and around Demon, bearing his chest and coaxing people to come and dance closer. “Turn it up, DJ!” The music was a subtle mashup of 2000’s classics, Britney, Jason Derulo, Shakira, and other snippets put to electronic beats. Must have been a custom request by the married couple. It would do. People started feeling at ease again.
When the thin crowd began to thicken, Eisen then moved in closer to Demon and pressed his body closer to hers. Throughout, he tried to keep her attention focused on him. Reaching for her shoulder, throwing his hands outwards like a gawking swan, then switching to something professional like a tango step with his eyes locked on her. And whatever she was doing, he’d mirror too and riff off of. Looking for any opportunity to crack a smile on her face.