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.
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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.
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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.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 12, 2023 0:28:27 GMT -6
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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
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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
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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.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 8, 2023 10:40:07 GMT -6
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Any trace of his poker face vanished like a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of a fat kid with no self-control. The sudden 0-100, feeling his skin almost peel away as the beastly wings of his new acquaintance thrust them off the ground, and the fact his slobber spewed from his open mouth as he screamed “YEAAHHHH!” Made him look like a kid who lost his roller coaster virginity.
Though the feeling was pretty similar to falling, the acceleration upwards as the ground seemed to flee and the skyline greeted them with a big ol’ hug made the leap into the sky, the corkscrew, all of it, rush into Eisen’s senses with no politeness whatsoever. His senses were getting fucked and he loved every moment.
He wanted the feeling, over and over and over again but it was over almost as soon as it started.
Once the airborne duo slowed their pace and hovered over the neon-reflection of the poolside party, Eisen began to whine. “That was it? So not fair.” The music stopped to greet them and many of the partygoers quit their conversations and cascaded into confused gestures. Some were so spooked they ran inside, while the bride and groom seemed unphased.
The scene played like a silly clip in a sitcom, where his partner unabashedly gave a half-ass introduction about Uber, as if there would be no consequences. One of the guests broke the silence, and the groom stepped forward drunkenly waddling on his two feet with his unbuttoned dress shirt and wasted expression.
“This is fucking awesome! Did you hire this mutie Bert?” The groom rushed forward at hearing Demon’s Uber flyer comment. Poor Bert.
Since the groom seemed comfortable with it, the music resumed as murmurs began to start in the crowd. Not everyone was sold. The bride began to muddle with her bridesmaids and the groomsmen hesitantly watched the groom from a distance.
“My turn! Me next! Take me to the Empire State, baby!” He stood in front of Demon yelling unnecessarily loud.
Not wanting the vibe to end, though all things considered things were going much better than planned, Eisen stepped up to the groom — thankfully Maggie had shown a picture of the couple beforehand— and patted him on the shoulder.
He remembered how hungry Demon seemed to be, and things began to click in his head. As much as carnage wasn’t something that bothered Eisen, he didn’t want to deal with any chaos just yet. For what it was worth, they had just arrived at the party.
“Hey, fella! You’ll get your night ride soon. She’s picky and flies better with some alcohol in her system.” Eisen’s blood began to boil just a little, but the groom was already emotionally so compromised that he questioned nothing. Instead he frowned, but like a big boy, nodded in understanding.
“I have dibs though!” He yelled towards present company as the rest of the party resumed with a palpable uneasiness.
Eisen shrugged, patted the groom on the back and followed Demon’s lead by grabbing a drink. Poor Maggie. Eisen looked around for the gal who had invited him, the adrenaline coursing through his veins overriding his slight nervousness about bringing Demon in front of these normies. Once he had a few more drinks, though, he would probably stop caring.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 8, 2023 4:02:46 GMT -6
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Eisen’s grin grew to envelop his whole face. Normally, his poker face — a tool he used to get out of so many social pickles — kept his excitement under wraps. Bars, clubs, people’s estates— if you have enough confidence and get people to believe you know what you’re doing, it’s hilarious what one can get away with.
But he let his excitement show for a moment, before he hid it again at her comment. “Gentle? Now, now. We just met. You haven’t even seen my tableside manners yet.” He straightened his collar and adjusted the button-down, which was a rayon -blend smooth to the touch, as it curved around his chest and met at his belt-buckle, revealing his douchie wife-beater underneath.
When she slunk her sweater on with the tail, he couldn’t help but whistle. If it could put on clothes like that, imagine the opposite. Eisen watched with fascination, as he reminded himself, the night was young. He didn’t know what else her mutation consisted of — pain tolerance, self-regeneration, maybe paralyzing venom. As long as he avoided getting her truly pissed, there was nothing to worry about… right?
When he saw her wings protrude from the sweater, he pumped his fist and muttered “score!” under his breath. Another crack in his poker face.
“It is a party. After. Party. After—a-wedding-party. Everyone knows weddings are about the party, the show — you don’t need people around to make a commitment to another person.” She then mentioned about riding her like a carpet, and Eisen was even more totally on board. If she had said no, that would have sucked arse. But a mutant strong enough to carry him? That’s exciting. Why settle for this one party when they had a whole city of possibility now?
“I’ll sing whatever you want, babe. I can DJ while you drive. Beyoncé? MC Hammer? Bruno? My karaoke game is strong.” When she told him to hold on, he hoped he was doing it right — he stood in front of her and turned his ass in her direction— it wasn’t Captain America’s ass, but it held its weight.
Then reached for her hands to place them on his waist.
“Ready when you are.”
—— —— —-
At the party itself, the guests were just beginning to transition to bridesmaids vs groomsmen beer pong. Around fifty people, give or take a few stragglers with people coming in and out, made the place lively enough with the crowd still interested enough in each other to keep the vibe fresh. Most were gathered outside beside the pool and would definitely notice Pause and Demon as they arrived. Nothing like uninvited guests on the best day of your life, right?
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 21:00:34 GMT -6
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Not only did the little demon have a bite, she had a bark too. Eisen puffed out his chest while placing a hand over his heart over her snarky little comment.
“If I need a foot in my mouth, you’re going to need something bigger for yours.” Eisen pretended to be flabbergasted, though a small smirk arose between the corners of his mouth. He left the innuendo hanging in the air for her to pick up on if she wished. The so called demon was feisty alright, but did she have stamina? Or was she going to fizzle out before the night even started? Eisen was one to give most a chance, and this gal had promise. Unlike Shahiek and that horrible double date earlier.
“I’d prefer to go for a couple drinks before I let people eat me.” This girl was getting unnecessarily spicy, and for him not even trying, Eisen was pretty ecstatic. He wondered what that tail of hers would do after a few drinks, though he wasn’t one to dine and dash nowadays. At the very least, she could be his plus one at this after party. If her wings didn’t cause a stir, who knows what would happen afterwards. The night was still young.
As long as she could control that stone thing, that is. He wouldn’t want to get stuck… or something.
“Hungry huh? Add that on top of sore and thirsty. Got it. Party’s that-a-way and there’s probably some leftover cake or something. Iunno. Didn’t stay for the wedding.” Eisen pointed over yonder at a glass-encased pent house jutting into the sky with strobe lights and techno blasting into the New York, light-polluted atmosphere. From his guess, it seemed to be at least on the 20th something floor. Little Maggie from the shop didn’t seem like she’d have cash cows as cousins, but then again, appearances weren’t everything.
“You wouldn’t be able to, uh. Give us a lift, would you?” He made little flapping gestures with his hands.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 19:32:36 GMT -6
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Eisen pulled his hand back as the statue wasn’t a statue at all, but a prank of sorts. The crumbling stone that made a soft little sand-waterfall noise against the city landscape was calming, but he took a few steps back then looked around him. No one else was seeing this right now.
If he had been in a rush, Eisen would have left the person alone to do their stone stripping, but it wasn’t everyday that stony creatures stripped in front of him. He had a lot of questions. Though, given the state of their times, this was either a person trapped by someone mutation, or a Welldrinker spell, or it could have been a mutant themself.
As the stone crumbled, Eisen wiped away some of of the dust that fell on his feet. The process was rather slow, but eventually the creature— which seemed more like a blue haired female with wings— so definitely a mutant — spread its wings and did a spooky face-reveal.
Eisen clapped slowly, the female emerging from the cocoon. And wanted to respond to her comments, but she didn’t give him time to speak, between the lip licking, the stretching, and the tail flicking and the flattery.
“Hold on, sweets. I don’t think you’re done — isn’t more supposed to come off before you reveal your stage name and I slip in some dollar bills? That tail’s pretty kinky.” Eisen was aware, she could probably leave him bloody and bruised. But as soon as she sheathed her wings, he realized she didn’t seem intent to cut his head off just yet.
“You can call me Pause, little Demon. And if you wanted to give a show, I’m on my way to an after party. You’d probably make more cash there.” He winked at her and offered her his elbow. He’d seen his fair share of creature-mutations, and her demonic appearance was a pretty flattering one. If she didn’t have a sense of humor, however, he’d have to revisit his game plan.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Jul 7, 2023 3:19:22 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
Pause
Will love you back
Single
101
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Aug 23, 2024 9:25:22 GMT -6
Atlas
The thwuck of Eisen’s empty RedBull alarmed a lady’s poodle as he missed the mouth of a trashcan. “Sorry” He shrugged and ran across 50th Street, coming from a weird double date with Dawn and Jane and Shaheik.
Never again was he going to be pressured to pity-chaperone a guy with severe social anxiety, meeting an online date, pretending to be his sister’s lover from France. The free three course meal sat in his belly, but the silences and body picking and over apologetic duel of the awkward parties left an aftertaste in his mouth he needed to shake off. The Redbull wasn’t enough.
One of his clients, a sweetheart by the name of Maggie, who got a tattoo of her dog on her left thigh, invited him to her cousin’s wedding’s afterparty somewhere in the Bronx. Eisen hadn’t the care to take her up on the invite— sure she’d been crushing on him hardcore. But he craved some social interaction right now to stave off the anxious energy he just endured.
After arriving home, taking a long awaited dump, and jumping into a not so-wrinkly set of dress pants, wife-beater and loose fitting button-down, he hitched a ride on a few buses that brought him blocks away from a dainty little pent-house, lit and alive from a distance.
The sun had just come down, meaning he was at a perfectly late time to arrive. Passing through a nearby park, he stopped for a second to admire a lady in stone. A street performer, he presumed. But this was at a corner where there was little to no traffic.
“Hey. You should probably pick a better spot.” He ambled up to the stone girl, then realized it looked so real. So stone.
He reached out to touch her face and continued touching her face because it turned out to be an actual statue.
“Holy fuck. That’s insane. Thought you were real.”
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 13, 2023 14:03:12 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
Pause
Will love you back
Single
101
5
Aug 23, 2024 9:25:22 GMT -6
Atlas
His teammates were so badass. Eisen watched as Agatha's prized soldier was ripped apart like a ragdoll in the mouths of several Rottweilers, and Agatha herself was like a Christmas tree after everyone shouts to tear the tree down. Her necklace was ripped off her neck, and as much as she tried to hide behind her fallen Champion, she was being slapped to oblivion by the woman wielding the warrior's chopped-off arm.
Eisen exhaled with relief as he let go of his mutation, and Agatha's clothes were back in liquid time and under the effects of gravity. He stretched his sore arms and legs, having remained tense for a prolonged duration of time. Boy was it great to stretch!
He then hopped down from the tree and wobbled down to solid ground, catching his breath and exposing himself to his teammates. The woman with bugs crawling upon her and the other one who seemed to be manipulating the plants were close by.
He got up after recovering his breath after a bit-- two beautiful women were exhausted after spending themselves in battle. What better time to introduce himself?
"You two ok? The name's Pause." In reality he had very poor first-aid skills and only had his comms and a few more stun grenades in his possession. The best he could probably do was strike up a few jokes to see if he could lessen their pain.
Posted by Eisen “Pause” on Apr 12, 2023 15:01:51 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
Pause
Will love you back
Single
101
5
Aug 23, 2024 9:25:22 GMT -6
Atlas
He watched with steady determination, seeing how his comrades would react to the situations at hand. The lady Agatha and her Holy Soldier, his thoughts raced to figure out who would be the one he were to Pause. One of the mutants seemed to be saved by a giant plant, while the other who fired shots at the Angry Godmother, still lay within her range.
Just then the comms system buzzed in his ear. He totally forgot he was plugged in. "If we break that weird cross around her neck, that might break the charms."
Eisen was still unsure whose voice was what, but the instructions were clear to him. Give the peeps an opening.
He watched as a sword-wielding mutant sliced an arm off the Supreme's soldier, assisted by another. Thus, his attention returned to the Supreme, who didn't seem happy about her warrier being shot at and having its arm chopped off.
"Shoot for the cross." Eisen spoke into the comm systems, as he focused his every being, energy consistent, breaths in rhythm, eyes lazer-pointed at Agatha. He spatially locked the ground beneath her feet, and slowly extended his mutation to her clothing, from her feet to her legs, up her waist, around her arms and even to the pendant around her neck. Shimmering like a statue's jewel in the sun-soaked battlefield.
Agatha would find that the fittingness of her vestments were now her downfall, and all she could move was everything beyond her neck and wrists. With his level of concentration, unless she had the guts to rip through her own clothing to break free of his spatial lock, or her warrior were to yank her from her position risking the same, all she would be able to do is spew words of discontent.
