The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sorry I've been so sproadic in my appearances. My mom ain't doing the best with her cancer so my focus has been kind of crappy. Keeping my head up though so I'll try and poke around here more often. I could use you crazy people to keep the spirits up
"The best? Far from it my dear. But like any good meal, one starts with the appetizers before getting to the main course. For you, these are the appetizers...and the fear that drips from you because of them just wets my tongue." If his look could get anymore depraved and disturbing, his pink tongue gliding along pale lips, dripping with saliva, might do just that. Oh, she put on a brave face for sure...but he could sense her fear, just beyond the rage. And it was growing steadily.
The Stalkers hissed at her as she begun her approach, those eyeless automations moving like the serpents they were based off of with frightening accuracy. The secondary mouths snapped out, both a physical weapon and a powerful laser when need arose. They watched as Isabel prepared herself and charged towards them before they sprung, one diving under her, its powerful spiked tail driving up at her no doubt armored torso, while the other dove straight at her, claws extended and an unnatural screech echoing around the park.
Cancer, of course, had taken a few steps back from the fight, letting the creations of her mind do the fighting for him. Sure, he wasn't a fighter but he didn't need to be, not when people destroyed themselves for him. And worse come to worst, he had the Jackal, his perfect creation, ready to fight at a moment's notice. He was simply setting the stage, the camp growing around them as she fought and his sickening voice filled her ears.
"Oh my dear...they are very real. As real as you and me and just waiting to remind you why you were so weak and powerless before them." He was already plotting a few other ploys in case the Stalkers were not enough. And there was no need to tell her that the more she feared them, the more real she made them and the stronger they became. "But struggle for me...the fear when you realize you're powerless will be "delicious!" And he was grinning from ear to ear.
Cancer danced like a man who'd just been told he was finally free of captivity, of a soul told he was no longer going to die, of a man who'd just been told he was about to be a father. He hadn't been this happy in weeks, having been stuck handling lesser tasks, lesser duties, always pushed away from his prey that had escaped him. How he wanted to taste her fear again, to find solice in watching the anger and rage die in her eyes to be replaced with the knowledge that this time, she would not escape him. No one to interrupt him this time, to steal his kill. This time, Isabel Duskmoor would be his.
The shot at her did little more then to surprise and confuse her momentarily, as he had expected it to do. Her bone armor was much too strong, even though he'd told the man that fired it not to cause any damage to her. Just to catch her attention on him, that was the plan. He had a stronger rifle at the ready, one that would crack her armor like butter if fired, oh those mighty cannons humanity made. But he wouldn't use it, not if Cancer succeeded. This was his kill but the General would not tolerate failure again. If Cancer failed, the sniper would not. So Cancer was sure not to fail.
He could hear her now, approaching fast, her bone legs ripping through rock and dirt and pavement to gain on him. And he was ready, standing in an open space surrounded by trees, the perfect place for his stage. Then he turned and waited, till her familiar form burst forth into the area, a horrifying sight to be sure to anyone else.
"Isabel Duskmoor, as I live and breath. I had thought that silly fool with his sword and his honor had stolen you from me...and yet, here you are, as if placed on a platter for me to enjoy once more. " His smile was twisted and wide on that pale palor, like a man on stage he played his role. "I see I've made your ire rise but don't worry...it shall change soon enough. Now...what horror of your past would you like to see first? Oh...I know." And just like that, the guards of the camps, two of them, hissed to life beside him. "Ready to play my dear?"
Cancer, despite all appearances, was a paitent man. He'd learned, through trial and error, that the best things come to those who wait for them. And the tortured screams of his victims were all that much sweeter the longer he waited to hear them...and the longer he prolonged them.
And his paitence had finally paid off. His spies, the ones who watched Sancutary activity 24/7, finally reported the news he wanted to hear. His prey had finally emerged from her hiding hole. Sure, the spies had been told to report on all activity that occured in that nest of mutants, sending hourly updates back to command and to the General. But this piece of information was for him alone. He had made sure of it.
Or so he thought. Within minutes of the report, his link to the General pinged and a message arrived, throughly encrypted. It was but a moment for the program on his computer to decrypt the message and as Cancer looked at it, he scrowled in frustration. The Bone has moved. Your time is now. Sending the Archer to assist. Do not fail. Within moments, the message was gone, deleted by a hidden virus created to clear their logs, so that no communication could be traced back to them.
"A shame. Looks like I'll have company for my date." And then he was gone, out to finally set the trap he'd been waiting so long to spring.
It wasn't hard to keep up with the spies, who reported her movements to him and adjust to get ahead. Dusk was falling now and the city was glowing as thousands of lights flickered on to illuminate the darkness. To illuminate him. Once he was sure he would be in her path and after conferring with his...comrade...Cancer waited, signalling a man to take a shot at the woman and draw her attention. Provided it worked, he would be the one she saw, all deathly pale and smiling, a little wave of his gastly fingers. And then he would be gone, disappearing amongst the trees of the nearby Central Park. To where his trap awaited. Come get me, little flower. So I can pluck your petals, one by bloody one.
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As it were, keeping up with Isabel wasn't hard. Pretty tough to miss the spider like bone legs she'd created that propelled her across rooftops with ease. As an added bonus, he could spot them from afar, so it wasn't hard to maintain a respectable distance and keep an eye on her at the same time. In his biker outfit , she likely wouldn't recognize him anyway. Couple that with his low humming engine and Kyle might as well have been any other ghost on the streets tonight.
Still no sign of trouble. Maybe we were wrong. Maybe the Zodiac's have...
The sound of a rifle being fired silenced the thought in his head in an instance and his eyes snapped up, looking for the source of the shot. He couldn't see anyone, at least not from street level. But someone had fired a weapon and one look at Isabel's sudden shift in stance told him who had been the intended target. Kyle couldn't see who, nor could he see if any damage had been done to her...but he could tell she'd seen something.
Or someone. Kyle cursed under his breath as something headed into the park ahead. And the game begins. He reeved his bike and headed for the nearest alley to park it and armor up. It was time to end another constellation of the night.
Rather then have her attempt to get on a moving vehicle, an idea that was extremely stupid while on a motorcycle, Kyle pulled his bike up to the nearest opening, idling it there and bracing it with his foot while he waited for Sara to join him.
He saw the hesitation in her eyes and body as she looked to the bike and after a moment, he clued in as to why. Or rather, she clued him in by mentioning her tail.His eyes tracked to the extra body part, then glanced back to where his rear wheel was resting. Yes, that would be a rather painful experience for her if his tire were to catch it. It would be painful for him as well; her tail would no doubt jam the wheel up and send them both sprawling.
He nodded in understanding and gave the bike a little rev up before adjusting as she crawled in behind him. Kyle wasn't used to having a passenger per say but it wasn't his first time sharing his ride. He adjusted his own stance to accomadate for her and waited till she had tied up her tail and wrapped an arm around him for support before pushing off the ground and driving back out into traffic.
"Alright...point out the way." From there, Kyle listened to and followed Sara's instructions to a tee as she guided him to the second, third and fourth of her storage units without incident, finding them cold and quiet as most places not in use were.
By the time they reached the fifth unit, dusk had all but fallen, the last wisps of sunlight sneaking past the skyscrapers in the distance, casting shadows everywhere. Like the other properties, Kyle had parked his bike a block or so away where it would be out of sight and they could approach the structure quietly, just in case there was any surprises waiting for them. Glancing to the dark building in the distance, Kyle waited till Sara had joined him before narrowing his eyes.
"Someone's in there. Its faint but I can see lights inside moving about. You don't have any ex-employees that might be wandering about, do you?"
Again, Kyle's face showed little beyond his mask at Were's little quip...but the tilt of his mouth did go up again. "I might know a few. Maybe if you're nice, I'll introduce you to them."
He remained silent as she explained that she didn't simply just own one property, but six of them. It was a surprise to learn that the woman who'd challenged him before was such an entrepurner but then, Kyle only knew a few select people extremely well. Most just fell into the catergory of associates, one's he came across only when need arose or sparingly. He made a mental note of it for future reference; you never knew what information could be useful in the future.
As Sara suddenly took off, Kyle shrugged and followed after her. Having backup for a situation like this, if they did indeed come across what he suspected, would be to his advantage. He gave one last glance to the men laying in heaps by their vehicle before putting them out of his mind. He could already hear the sirens getting closer and Sara would put the police there soon enough.
"Guess that's a yes." Kyle went straight to his bike as he exited the gate, which he'd left there when he arrived. It was but the work of a moment to start it up and take off after Sara, keeping pace with her before asking "Care for a ride?"
The hidden suggestion in Sara's words did not go unnoticed as Kyle dragged the one man to his partner, reaching down and grabbing him by the ankle as well. The man groaned in his sleep, his ankle having been twisted pretty badly when Kyle had took him down. The pain wasn't enough to wake him and for Kyle, dragging two pieces of dead weight towards the exit was an easy task. HIs power and all the time he spent in the gym and training room took care of that.
His mouth titled up at a corner beneath his mask just a little at the unspoken challenge, an expression that she would not be able to see. The tone of his voice when he spoke next suggested that he was indifferent too...but there was a little bit of acknowlegement there. "Well maybe you need to play with a few more grown up's to learn how to not be a kid."
The men he was dragging thumped against the shattered edges of the wall as he went back outside, dropping them in dead heaps next to their comrades, turning to face Sara as she emerged from the hole herself, listening to her discuss the plan of attack for getting them arrested. Kyle doubted, after his treatment of them, that they would be in any condition to do more than groan and moan for help but he'd seen people commit terrible crimes in worse condition. He wasn't going to stick around for the police or Mansion folk either though. Sara offering to do that took a weight from his shoulders to choose...but for good measure, he kicked the groaning man so that he went silent.
"Properties? I didn't know you were so weathly." The tidbit about trafficking got his attention though, his eyes flaring up briefly at the word. Trafficking was still one of the major problems in the city...in the drugs, the weapons, the illegal under the radar stuff...and in people. Just last week, Kyle had encountered a group trying to kidnap young girls to sell to the highest bidder. He never did find where they were based, although they preferred building likely to be destroyed soon, so that no evidence would be left. Other groups worked with them, using the place for drugs as well.
Folding his arms across his chest, Kyle casually decided to drop a suggestion. "So...are there any other properties you planned on checking out? Maybe I could help with that...who knows, we might find something that needs to be dealt with." The hint was there, hidden calmly in his words...and in the tone of voice he used for the final words. "Immediately."
Ever since the first of the Zodiac strikes had occurred, the mutant community had been on hight alert.
The reasons were varied but the popular consensus seemed to lay within only a choice few ideals. Firstly, threats had always been leveled against mutants, either individually or as a whole. They were usually disregared or isolated enough that they were little more than a foot note. But in one day, the Zodiac's had actively attacked four mutants, two well known on both sides, the other two more obsurce but clearly deadly strong. And they had utterly crushed them...for all intents and purposes, it looked like they had put them six feet under. They showed they had the power to carry out their threats...and that every mutant was a target.
And secondly, there was always the hidden threat that arose from this. The threat from humans. Humans had been caught in the crossfire of some of these incidents that had happened since and once again, humanity saw how they were at the mercy of their superior breathen. The possibilty that humanity would rally against mutants, as they had done before, was very real. And for those who had suffered the camps, it was a very terrifying one at that.
And still the Zodiacs waited, knowing that the times to strike were not yet proper. They were reeling themselves, after the loss of one of their own and several shocking revelations since. Leo was dead...killed by the man he was supposed to have crushed, Cold Steel. The viligante mutant from Sanctuary, Kyle aka Forte, was alive as well, as was the Bone Queen, Isabel Duskmoor. Their killers had failed as well and tension was high as they sought to find an answer to this dilemina.
One man didn't care for any of that. One man cared for only one thing since its revelation and one thing only. Ending Isabel Duskmoor himself, weeping at his feet in pain and terror. Eyes watched for him, watched for her to slip up, to leave herself at his pleasure and mercy.
And Cancer finally found his chance with a sick smile on his face.
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It was only a matter of time, Kyle mused silently to himself from his hiding spot outside Sanctuary. Took longer then expected but nevertheless, it was bound to happen.
The matter to which he spoke of was currently sneaking from Sanctuary's golden doors, making good time in her efforts to get away from the building as quickly as possible. Although he was at a distance, Kyle knew exactly who it was from the way she moved..and from the bone limbs she was using to move herself. Isabel Duskmoor was taking advantage in a lapse in Zephyr's ever watching guard to sneak out to cause trouble...just as predicted.
Both Kyle and Zephyr knew that Isabel would never remain idle, at least not for any prolonged period of time. The woman loved her freedom and loved being able to cause havoc just as much. Since the Zodiac Cancer had almost put her where no one but Zeph had ever come close, she had been kept from going out alone...something that she defied at every chance. Initially, the plan had been to keep hidden till they had a place they could strike at. That plan had gone out the window when Orochi had attacked Sanctuary; both Isabel and Kyle had been exposed as being alive to the Zodiacs. It was only a matter of time before they came calling.
So Zephyr had opted a new approach; to make it possible for Isabel to escape, making it seem as if she was outsmarting him in order to do it...and then keeping a close eye on her. Based off what they knew of her attacker, he would seek her eventually but only when she was alone. And so it fell to Kyle to be the second set of eyes, to watch from the shadows when she escaped and to follow and assist her if the Zodiac's should appear. She would hate the idea which was why she wasn't told...and it would sell the trap much better.
Quietly, Kyle shook his head as he lowered his helmet into place and started his bike to follow the woman. It was a huge risk to be taking, this ploy. But Kyle had no intentions of letting it fail...or of letting Isabel fall. And so slowly he started tailing her, a task unto itself when she really wanted to move.
All the while, another set of eyes was watching her...and deciding where to bait the prey.
Kyle had to give Tses credit; the girl was quick, even without simply running through everything with her new ability. She'd had only a small head start but she'd made good time in her efforts to escape to the roof; Kyle was only moments behind her and that was because he had to actually dodge around people, a task he was well accustomed too. If she hadn't gone through that door, Kyle might have lost track of her.
Which begged the question..she'd run through the walls of the stores to get the headstart, but had to go through the door physically? Maybe her ability had a limit to how long she could use it, one that made it harder to use the more or longer she used it at once? More theories, not proof yet...well, not solid proof. He would just have to catch her and find out.
He almost caught her on the roof, till she jumped to the next building and went down the fire escape before he could catch up to her. Looking over the railing, he noticed her just making for the street..towards people. Crap. If she got into foot traffic like that, Kyle would never catch her. He needed to thin the herd.
THrowing both arms back, he first thrust one forward at her, sending a sudden lance of energy at her back while she wasn't looking. She wasn't in the crowd yet and from here, she looked normal enough to hit. Time would tell. And then, with the other arm raised...he jumped. Off the building. Timed it...waited...and then threw his energy out of his other hand about a story and a half from the ground, using the force of it to slow his fall enough that when he landed into a roll and back running, it only hurt a little bit rather than break his legs.
"Not a bad try kid...but you're finish was weak. Now stop running and let's talk this out this time instead."
If Sara's presence at the site bothered him, Kyle showed no signs of it as he dumped the third man besides his comrades. Each of them was alive, although when a few of them woke up, they were going to wish they weren't. The one he'd just dropped, for example, had both arms broken. The man had tried putting his gun into Kyle's chest, after all and he couldn't let that stand. So he'd broken his arm. The man had tried foolishly after that to swing below the belt. So Kyle had broken the other one.
The other two had been hit hard with his energy blasts, as proven from the smoking black holes in their clothes. They'd be brusied pretty bad. And their fellows instead were currently sleeping off having their heads smashed together. Kyle had left them alive, sure...but he'd taken them all out without mercy regardless.
Snorting at her words, he shrugged absently before turning back to the building with the intention of dragging the other two out. At her request, he motioned with a hand for her to follow as he spoke. "Please. I'd get a better fight out of kids on a real playground then these gnats."
Entering where he'd made a hole in the wall with one of the men, Kyle let his eyes scan the place for where he'd left the fallen men, their weapons blasted far away to prevent them from doing anything even if they did manage to get to their feet. Nope...they were still were he'd left them. Meandering over to the nearest, he grabbed the man by his ankle and started dragging him back out.
"Well, at least I'm gonna move them all together. I prefer to keep idiots in sight. Besides, I'm used to throwing out the trash. The cops will be looking for these guys anyway."
Long story short, these guys robbed a jeweler and thought it was a good idea to shoot him and a few of his patrons. One was badly hurt but will pull through, the others had minor injuries. Cops got caught up trying to run them down so I caught them instead.
I should probably be gone before they get here though. They don't like the odd mutant doing their work for them. What brings you here, by the way? Quite the random spot for a chance meeting."
For once, that was not a sarcastic thought. There were days when some things went right, couple with some things went wrong. Those were your average, normal days that things were neither too bad nor too great. There were days were either everything went wrong or there was more bad then good. Flat tire. Late for work. Dropped your coffee and so on and so on. Kyle had been having a few of those lately, even since the Zodiac's had gone to ground.
But today, oh, everything was going swimmingly. Nothing had gone wrong with it so far, not even the idiots in the jeep who were fleeing a crime scene, the cops caught by traffic and the driver's skill. Kyle, who'd been driving along when the incident had happened, had taken up the chase, able to follow the vehicle easily on his bike and without drawing too much attention.
They had taken refugee in this old, fenced off building, blowing through a gate that buckled before them. There were four of them, all armed with pistols, one with an Uzi as well. They thought they were in the clear, there to pick up a new vehicle to disappear with the loot they'd gotten. No sirens nearby, no sign of any cops. They let they're guard lack as they entered the place, laughing off what they had just run from.
It took Kyle five minutes to deal with the lot of them without a single shot being fired. Well...at least from their guns.
Which is what would meet Sara as Kyle sent one of them flying through a half-crumbled wall, the man rolling to a stop next to the jeep, out like a light. Another followed him, crashing into the windshield of the jeep with a thud, slumping off next to his buddy. A moment later, Kyle followed, dragging another one and dumping him on the ground as well, in his outfit now. He casually turned his head to Sara at her voice, lifting an eyebrow on his armored head.
"Oh. Hello there. Pardon me Sara, I'll remove the trespassers right away."
"Oh please. I know former convicts who were able to get jobs and live like normal people. It's not that hard a thing to do."
Kyle was beginning to wonder if he wasn't wasting his time. Intially, the plan had been to teach her a lesson again, like he'd done before. After seeing her light form, the plan had changed to observing her new ability, to see what it could do and what weaknesses it might have. After all, he couldn't thwack her upside the head until that ability faded. So he played for time with words, trying to convince her to do the right thing while waiting and watching.
But other then that brief flicker that could have been triggered by rage, there was no sign her ability was going to be stopping any time soon. And from her words, she surely wasn't up to listening to his blunt but no less true advice.
He decided he'd give it one more shot before he simply gave up for now and left, knowing that he could track her down later if he had too. "You're one to talk...I swear, you could probably break through a break wall with that..." As Kyle turned the corner she did, he suddenly found himself talking to...nothing. She was gon...NO...she was running into the building. Through the wall. "stubborn...head of yours. Dammit."
Luckily, the entrance to the building wasn't far and it wasn't hard to follow Tses's trail. All he had to do was follow the sound of people shouting and ask which way she had went. Most pointed to the walls of the next store...but one pointed to a nearby stairwell to the roof. A stairwell with a swinging door. That someone had had to open to go through.
Kyle was already moving, taking the stairs two at a time as he followed after Tses to the roof, a smile on his face. Ah, now the chase finally begins. Let's see if you've learned anything since last time.
"I never said it would solve your problems. Nor did I suggest that you have or have not been to the place. I was answering you're claim that there are no jobs for people like us and that's wrong."
It was amusing, personally, to see Tses try to get away from him without actively doing so. He was half surprised she hadn't tried bolting alright or using her explosive energy on him to create a chance to escape. It likely wouldn't make much of a difference but that tiny percent could have made all the difference. A few reasons for that prowled about his mind but without evidence to back it up, all it was was speculation. For now.
Her sudden tirade caught him actually by surprise, enough so that his expression changed for a moment in response. He half expected to be attacked that time, so passionate was her voice about the matter. At the end, for a brief second, her form seemed to flicker, the light fading as she seemed to become solid before glowing bright once more. Kyle noted that for later.
"That's assuming the cops don't investigate why they are issuing tickets to the same person multiple times. But I digress, you're not wrong.
It's true, I deal with things my own way. I deal with the people the cops can't touch, either due to fear or corruption. And yes, compared to them, you are small time. But you have the potential to either be a real threat or a real assest. And right now, all I see is someone going down the path that leads..." he lifted his arm and blasted one of the fire escapes, one that was pratically going to fall anyway, with a blast of energy. A full powered one.
The rusted frame could not handle that sudden strike and it crumpled to the ground in front of her...not on top of her but it would sure look like it was coming close from her view. She had flinched to his attack earlier...it was time to test how confident she was in the ability. Truthfully, he didn't know why he was persisting to this degree...he'd just blame it on the poor mood he was in.
She hadn't been wrong earlier, when she'd said he didn't understand why she was doing it. He truly didn't. He knew bits and pieces from things he had heard here and there but bits and pieces of a 1000 piece puzzle didn't really help figure out the whole picture. Especially when its was just the fringes.
What he did know was that with her power, she could be doing far, far worse. She wasn't. And that part intriuged him and told him one more thing; she wasn't nearly as bad as she could be. She wasn't a bad person...per say. Merely one crafted by her experiences. And as Kyle knew, it only took the right step and a bit of luck to change everything.
"You'd be surprised. Both the mansion and Sanctuary provide for people like us, if you'd bother to try. It would be far better then stealing tiny things hoping to survive that way."
He could see her seeking a way out, the place they had come across filled with rickety stairs mostly...and the fact that she wasn't making for them suggested her power might not been so beneficial as it seemed. At least, not yet.
"Why do police issue tickets for speeding? Because eventually, the cost of it will be far more trouble then doing the right thing is. So even if you are boring, per say, I deter you enough and eventually I won't have to deal with it again. One less pain in the ass, so to speak."
Kyle had learned, through trial, error and much experience, that words were just as powerful as any fist. Say the right thing, in the right way, at the right time and you could inflict damage to a person that was much harder to heal then any physical damage a fist could do. Now, Kyle didn't like using it that way, to harm a person at their very core unless he had too. He used it to gload the people into action, into striking first...people in a rage were much easier to counter and fight.
Which is what he was trying to do to Tses on some level...gload her into action while trying to get through her thick head about her actions. It was a two-fold strike..so yes, while his ego was needed for it, it wasn't the only thing driving it.
"Hard not to judge otherwise when that's all I see you do. And seeing as you're not sharing why, I have to make my own suspicions. Oh and I have a real job, by the way. And it pays much better then stealing petty cash ever will. Maybe YOU should try it sometime."
She kept trying to get away from him and he kept up with her without much extra effort. She would tire long before he did, especially if this was the extent of their chase. Which left him plenty of time to continue probing as he studied her.
"Please...this is the most boring thing I've done all morning. Dealing with brats always is. And while you're not the worse problem, no, you are a problem. And one I rather enjoy trying to solve."
