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.
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Question after question. For every one that Kyle answered, Noel seemed to have two more to take its place, her need to understand no doubt the reason behind the constant questions. Kyle smiled lightly at that; that part of her hadn't changed and it was almost reassuring to have her want to know so much. It implied that she at least cared enough to ask. Her questions were also easy enough to answer, or rather, he could answer them because he knew the answer or could hazard a close enough guess.
"I believe they merely grabbed me on a whim. I wasn't the only mutant grabbed, though I was one of the strongest mutation wise. They might have had prior knowledge of me though; either way, they were well armed and trained. Even if they didn't know my powers beforehand, they learned of them quickly, both in battle and in their study of me after no doubt. As for what they were doing...its mostly a guess, but I believe they were trying to harness a greater version of the mutant gene within me. We saw stocks of M when we fled their facility and there was enough evidence to suggest they were tampering with it."
Kyle shook his head lightly when she asked that last question, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "It's quite alright. Ask your questions and I'll do what I can to answer them. Perhaps in doing so, you'll think of something about them that might give a hint as to where to find them."
It had been a while since Kyle had walked these streets with Noel or even alone, as it were. It was still fresh in his mind the first time he'd encountered her, in that church, and fought her blade with his own, the weapons attached to his suit's wrist guards. She'd been the second real test he'd faced when coming to this city and although he didn't exactly win the fight, he didn't lose either. Much had changed internally about Kyle but his unyielding determination to succeed had not died in that tank. It had merely evolved into something much more fierce.
"That's true enough, but you don't give yourself enough credit. I may be able to fight longer, if I fight a conservative and defensive style of battle, but that doesn't save me against someone who can outfight me from the start. This is not a fight to see who's stronger in the end. Its a fight to become stronger by the end. Each of us can push the other to that next level, that next step. Sure, I can fight longer...but you are faster and more deadly with that blade by far. And your power, in its own right, is a sharper sword than mine can ever be."
Kyle listened to her carefully, letting every word sink in as if he were water, the words weighted with stone and cast inside the depths of his body to forever remain. Oddly poetic, when he thought of it like that, but as the woman had been saying, artists have a way to conveying things not said or spoken. Poets were much the same, only they often spoke around the matter, never directly, but the meaning was there just the same. And each word had a meaning, just as each word the woman spoke had a meaning.
Everything she said was true, or at least, Kyle knew it to be true. It was something he factored in whenever he was fighting someone; the play of their muscles, the slight shift of a foot or arm that might give away an intented attack, the subtle changes in their facial manner, the tone of their voice when spoken. Each might give a clue to a future danger or reveal something that could be of use in further confrontation. That skill could also be used when simply dealing with people, as he was now, in determining if one had gone too far.
Turning to watch the painting for a moment as she spoke of it, Kyle silently agreed. Artists were good at what they did for one reason; they could produce something that spoke volumes without a single word ever being spoken. A picture is worth a thousand words and that was true of every painting here; they were words merely waiting to be discovered.
"There is truth to that, without a doubt. And there are many paintings and pieces of art here that wait for their messages to be understood, no doubt." For the first time since their conversation had began, the woman turned to face him fully, instead of avoiding him by investigating the paintings instead. Which is why for the first time he could see that her eyes were a lovely icy blue.
"Don't stress yourself about it. It would be a lie to say that wasn't part of my initial intent. But you don't have to worry; my intent was never to cause you ill. In any case, it would have been an insult to not give a lovely intelligent woman such as yourself the proper attention. At the giving of her name, Kyle bowed his head slightly, tipping his body forward in a half bow in response. Old school? Perhaps, but it was far from an insult to show the lady some respect.
"The pleasure is mine, Evelyn. As for a name I'm willing to share, I offer my given name. My name is Kyle. So...pardon the question, but I can't help shake the nagging feeling that theres more to your reading of people than meets the eye. I can understand if its something you would rather not speak of but if, per chance, you did, I would perhaps be willing to offer fair trade as repayment." He smiled lightly at that, an honest smile with no ill will behind it. "I offer the right to you to ask any question of me and I will answer it without lie. I promise that on my word."
"Even the weakest opponent can be a handful if they catch their opponent unawares. Even more so when done in greater numbers and with drugs designed to knock their target into a dreamless sleep."
It was the entire truth; Kyle had been caught off guard, surely, but he'd managed to put a few of their numbers down before they'd opted to use tranqulizers to numb his body and mind and make him pass into a long darkness that never seemed to end. He still managed to put another couple down before even his long winded stamina could not fight off the effects of the drugs, which was probably why he'd taken another. After that, he floated in the void for countless days before Allison and the others had cracked the tank, waking him from the darkness.
With a tip of her head, Noel motioned for him to follow and he fell in step with her as she made for the door. No sooner was her hoodie on than Kyle held the door for her to exit before swiftly following her out and off down the street. "The sword training is more a formality at this point. What I'd really like to begin, with your permission, is a different kind of training. My best skills against your own, save for what your power does. I need to be faster and stronger and smarter...and there are few that can top you in any of those areas. Simply, I'd like our sessions to become more one on one fights, in a sense."
"I could have sugar coated it, but sugar can only hide so much." Shrugging, Kyle returned the look with one that answered her own, showing that he had caught that and yet did not feel the idiot for speaking of it as such.
"Some of them paid the expense of my suffering, but not the ones that mattered. Those in charge were far away and those who were their instrument fled quickly. But I got those who served them easily enough, although they were not much challenge." Which was true. Normal humans were guns were a threat, but caught off guard, they were easy prey for Kyle. His power made even guns something that, while deserving of the fear they meant to inflict, easier to handle. A quick flick of his hand, a bolt to the right place, and the gun was removed from triggering finger or his opponent blinded long enough for Kyle to get close.
When she asked if he was okay, Kyle paused for a moment, both due to the surprise that she'd asked and to honestly consider the question. After a moment, he simply shrugged lightly again before answering. "I'm...different. Of that there is no doubt. Physically I'm fine, better than before honestly. Up here though..." he said, tapping a finger to his temple, "things have changed. I'm not the psycho I was. I've...mellowed, so to speak."
Kyle had to admit, the girl had the right of it. First impressions could be falsified through the simpliest of means, if the person had the right fortitude to keep the ruse alive. Working in a place like this, all this woman had to do was just as she had said and most patrons would find that sufficent. People who constantly vistited this place were no different, should the woman learn their name at some point. All she would have to do is put the mask on again and play a little harder at the part.
He did not miss the hidden message in her words, however, so he was quick to return a message in kind."Sometimes it is doing well at first that is the hardest and continuing the easiest. And while true that some people might grow uncomfortable, its always true that some might enjoy the time spent."
Her explanation didn't deter him from his suspicions; sure enough it was solid reasoning to his question. But some part of him, instinct that he'd called upon in the past that had saved him many a times told him that she was hiding something still. If he wanted to learn what it was, then he would have to prove that she was worth the attention she seemed to think he wasn't giving her. His eyes wandered to the painting she was admiring, slipping from view the man for the moment. He was not like to vanish so soon, not if Kyle's suspicions had been correct.
"A most interesting...and rather though explanation. I stand in awe of your skill. But you speak in an interesting way as well, as if you were reading from a script that only you could see. Nevertheless, it was impressive. I find myself wishing I was at good at you at such a thing.
Still, I gather that change of tone earlier comes from your belief I'm using you only as a means to an end. I will admit, its not false. But nor is it entirely true either. Can I not speak with you, earnestly, and learn something new while still keeping my eye on something that bothers me?" He would have smiled then, if smiles can so easily to him as they did before. Instead, his expression was neutral, but his eyes and attention were sorely focused on her. "I have still offended you, however, so allow me to apologize for that. And to ask what name I should be calling you, instead of merely thinking of you as "the woman." Then maybe you can tell me more about this place you seem to enjoy so much...save for the troublesome patrons."
Kyle watched the fight for a few moments longer, watched as the big man learned to deflect instead of simply take hits, while the smaller man switched up tactics again and stayed on the move, always striking for where a block did not cover or an opening that could be exploited. Each was now giving back what they got in kind, but the smaller man had gained the advantage early. Unless the big man pulled a rabbit out of his fist, he was going to be the loser of this fight.
Only then did Kyle turn to answer Noel's question, his mind taking the time he spent watching the fight to consider his answer. It hadn't take much debate, seeing as there was only one clear way to put it that she might accept.
"Training mostly, at least over the last little bit. Experimenting with my power in the Danger Room at Sanctuary. But that's not the reason I was absent for the longest. I ran afoul of a group that was taking mutants for experiements. I ended up floating in a test tank for a while myself, until some of the mutants at Sanctuary managed to free me. I could give you a full regard of the tale, if you want. But that's what took me out of the game for the most part.
It wasn't my intention to look like I was snuffing your lessons. It was, quite literally, out of my hands for a while. But on a positive note...". His eyes found hers by mistake and for a moment, Kyle was frozen in the thought that her powers might rip his memories from him, like they had done before. Moments passed before Kyle realized...they did not. A fool he was, to think that she could not control her own power.
Meeting her eyes firmly this time, his eyes met hers with neutral debate. "My skills have not rusted as a result. In fact, I believe I've become dealier then ever. Would you like to test it out?'
Now, there are two kinds of people in the world. People that talk with someone while only half paying attention to them in lue of something else and people that give someone their full attention and block out everything non-essential around them. Kyle was the rare third type; his attention was on the woman, while he kept a small portion of his perception to keep tabs on his target every few minutes. That being said, every word, motion and tone that the woman used was heard and seen, so Kyle missed nothing.
Something in her tone of voice, the way it suddenly sharpened when she spoke of the paintings over patrons, told Kyle that something had changed. He was not quite sure what, but for a moment, the friendly manner she'd had before had been replaced for a moment by something else; annoyance perhaps? Anger? Kyle could not say. Either way, it was not those words that caught his true attention. No, the mentioning of his interest in another patron caught his ears above all else. How had she noticed? He'd made no real sign of glancing at the man, his eyes on here while the shadow was watched from the corner of his eyes.
Before, that might have made him nervous. Now it just made him curious.
"I cannot understand why you'd prefer the counter. You're doing a good job dealing with me so far. Coming up beside her, he let his eyes study the work she was studying, taking in the art with the ignorance of a man who never quite dealt with such things, yet could appreicate their beauty and hardwork all the same.
"As of current mode, my interest lies in you. You say I'm interested in another patron? Well, which one then, for there are many. If you're correct, I can tell you why in return. But on a note; my attention may be divided, as you say, but that does not mean you are not getting the most of it."
"Busy indeed. And neck deep in trouble more often than not."
Which was what he was in with her. Her voice betrayed nothing, as calm and neutral as ever, but in the short time he'd been around her, Kyle knew that what her voice conveyed was not always in agreement with what she felt. That sharp, sudden jab at his lower body hadn't been a playful strike(well, to him it might have been considered as such), but a thrust intended to harm and cause bodily pain. That action was what made Kyle believe she was less than pleased with him. He was likely not far off the mark.
Kyle's eyes followed her motion to face the ring, watching as the stuttering Brian was taken aside and two new brawlers took their place in the ring. Unlike the last fight, where it was size versus size, this fight was between two differently sized combatants. The big man was obviously the stronger, but what the little man lacked in sure body mass, he made for with speed and painfully hard blows. Kyle could see the pain on the other man's face every time one of those blows found flesh. To the bigger man's credit though, he just kept on going.
After watching that for a few tense moments, Kyle finally decided to answer her previous question, his tone neutral. "I could say I just came by to see how you were doing and to find reason to admire, but I know you would call bullshit on that. So while that is a portion of the reason I'm here, the main reason is a much better excuse. I came to finish what was started; I came to resume my lessons and see how my recent experiences measure up to you."
The little man was on a much sharper offensive now, striking at the kidneys of the larger man and sending him reeling back, those hard shots making painful purchase with each hit. The big man was strong and stubborn, but he was relying on that and his size far too much. Waiting quietly, Kyle watched to see if any of the others would yell the simple words that might make this a more even fight. When none did, Kyle sighed and prepared his voice. "Stop taking his hits as if you were a wall; you were given arms to block as well as punch."
As soon as the woman's hand found purchase within his own, Kyle pulled back, assisting the woman in her effort to stand with the simpliest of ease. She wasn't heavy and if Kyle had needed to, he could have easily lifted her from dead weight...probably with one arm. It had nothing to do with showing off or ego, if the question came to thought. He was just that physically capable.
The woman was blushing, the heat from her embarressment coloring her pale cheeks a rosy red, a color that stood out against her fair skin and equally pale hair. When her eyes moved to glance at the people who were gawking, Kyle shot them a look that suggested they mind something pretty on the wall rather than the woman he'd just helped to his feet. Most got the hint and found something suddenly interesting about the piece of art in front of them; the rest just shrugged and went back to whatever they had been doing before. Some even stuck their nose up at him. A lesser man might have taken offense at that; Kyle just shrugged it off. Stick their nose up all they wanted; it made their chin's easier to hit.
That said and done, Kyle turned his gaze back to the woman, missing entirely that brief moment when she seemed to space out after looking at him. Her statment made him grin ever so slightly, though most of it didn't seem to reach his eyes. "Again, apologies. My attentions were drawn elsewhere but that's still little excuse for the mistake. Still, if you don't mind me saying, I'd rather glad I just knocked you over and not one of these pieces of art. I'm well off, but repaying you for the mistake would likely cost far less than repaying the museum for one of these art pieces."
Kyle's eyes darted to one side for a moment, doing a quick take to see where his target had gone. He was still within sight, a few art pieces ahead, speaking in low tones into a cell phone. That drew Kyle's suspicions for a moment but so long as he remained within sight, nothing had changed. However, the man was paying a bit more attention in Kyle's direction, so Kyle quickly turned his attention to the woman before him. A perfect cover chanced upon at the right moment, it would seem. And she was far from painful to look upon, unless one could be pained by looking at such beauty.
"An employee, did you say? I can understand how one might enjoy visiting this place from time to time but work here? Doesn't it...and apologies for the question, get boring?
The man Noel had called out to, Brian as it were, slumped to the mat below with barely a word as his opponents fist gave his brain a proper rattle. It was almost enough to make Kyle pity the man, but then, that's what happened when you let yourself get distracted in a fight. He should have called for a pause or replied to her without turning his attention from his foe. Still, the man would be taking a good rest now, so who could question the means to the end?
Shaking his head, Kyle focused his attention on Noel as she spun to face him. He saw the expression on her face change when she saw him. Nothing too spectacular, merely a shifting of the muscles that suggested surprise. Kyle paid very special attention to keeping his eyes from meeting hers when she faced him, focusing instead on everything below them. He'd made the mistake of looking into her eyes once; he knew what power lay behind them.
Fittingly, her response to his appearance was to jab at him. Swiftly, without warning, without a word. It was aimed low, a shot to his kidney or stomach. Just as swiftly, Kyle's free hand shot out and caught her fist in his hand, stopping it just moments before it would have given him a nasty smack. Releasing her hand, Kyle tipped his head slightly to her by way of reply.
"Hey. Sorry for the absence. I was...busy, comes to mind, although detained would be a more fitting reason. Still, I should have come back sooner. Apologies. You've been well?"
Of all the places in New York that Kyle had expected to find himself one day, his current location was not one of them. After all, the man he'd been before had been about violence, chaos, putting his mettle against the mettle of all those that he could find. Blood had been his liquor, battle his addiction. This place had nothing to do with that, save for some choice items that depicted as much. Even now, his concerns lay with threats to him, to those he cared about and to those he believed were being threatened by needless violence...and those had little in common with what currently surrounded him. With that all said and done, there was only one question that dared come to mind.
"What am I doing in a museum?
Simple. You're following your instincts.
The question bounced about inside his skull, even as the answer pinged itself back as Kyle twisted his head which way and that to stare at the pieces of art around him, arms clasped carefully behind his back. Carefully, slowly he tread, his eyes always keeping the dark haired man in shades at their corner, while his attention appeared to be on the portraits and scupltures around him. It was a hard trick to pull off, keeping one's attention on a person without them catching wind of trouble. Twice now, Kyle had had to shuffle his attention away quickly when the man glanced behind him, hiding his face and prying eyes.
It would have been easier if Kyle didn't find himself actually admiring some of the items around him. Pictures of battle here, a scene that was as chaotic as any fight, but only because of the complexity of it, sculptures that were twisted in ways that made no sense to Kyle, yet his eyes could not be drawn away. Kyle was no art lover, anyone who knew him could tell you that. But he did know how to appreciate what someone had worked hard to create, so at least if he was caught looking, he could give an honest answer about his interest in such things. And not everything worth looking at was on the walls either.
There were several women around that were pleasant on the eyes as well, something that Kyle had used as an excuse to hide his true intentions before, feigning to speak to someone to draw off heat. In here, he had yet to use it, but he always tried to keep one in sight so he could use the excuse if needed. A win win, as some would say. Just because he'd become a colder man after his run in with the general, it didn't mean he was stupid.
Clumsy though, that still remained. In the process of trying to keep the man in sight, Kyle forgot for a moment to pay attention to his surrounding. So when he encountered resistance and the short cry of surprise from a woman, Kyle snapped his head around to find himself staring down at the woman he'd just knocked from her feet. The cry had drawn attention, so Kyle was quick to act. Reaching down, Kyle offered a hand to the fallen woman, even as the words left his mouth.
"Apologies. I let my brain and eyes wander off on me for a moment. Are you alright?
How long has it been, since I've walked down this street, he thought. How long has it been since I've run into her?
The questions were the foremost in his mind, as Kyle's bike cruised slowly down the cracked and faded ashpalt that made up the roads in this end of the city. A city with constant rain will do that eventually, especially during the winter, as ice thawed and froze over again, the water eating away slowly at the earth beneath it. Months ago that had happened and while much of the roads were being repaired, this end of the city hadn't marketed the need compared to more often used areas, the roads that dealt with much of the city's traffic. For a car, it was hell. For Kyle and his bike, it was worse than that. Hence taking it slow and steady.
Besides, it was nothing compared to what awaited him at the end of this broken and shattered road. The real threat awaited him just ahead, in a building that was just as faded as the area around it, although at least the building showed signs of life. A couple of men, slipping inside as another pair came out, showed that life still remained within the place, and a moment of listening to the men exiting banter told Kyle that his target was truly within. Driving his bike up to park atop the sidewalk outside the building, Kyle kicked the stand down, locked his helmet to his bike and turned to pass through the doors. He did not hesitate, didn't falter. That Kyle had long died, back in that tank in the lab. This Kyle was not afraid to do what needed to be done; but he would be a fool not to be cautious.
Inside the old building, various pieces of equipment were set up, some of them with buffed out men making proper use of them. But Kyle's attention was drawn to the four sided boxing ring that took up a major portion of the floor space and the people around it. More specifically, the woman standing just outside the ring, watching two men pummel a few years out of each other. Silently, Kyle came up behind her, but stayed out of reach as he watched the men fight. Then, with calm in his voice, Kyle turned his attention to the woman.
"The man on the right is getting sluggish; he should probably quit before he gets himself hurt worse. Or is that the purpose of their exercise?"
The beast was quick, Kyle had to admit. She'd been facing away from him, entirely focused on making a beeline for the forest when he'd unleashed her energy bolt and yet she'd still managed to evade it. The creature had good sense, which made a small shiver run down his spine. If the creature instinctively was that capable, Kyle might have attempted to bite off more than he could chew. Still, without a doubt, this creature was a mutant. If Kyle didn't make sure it didn't hurt anyone, the police would...and that wouldn't end well.
For the next few moments, the only sounds of the world were the gentle pitter patter of the rain, the low humming of his engine, the distant sound of thunder...and the low growling of the creature. Finally, Kyle kicked his bike's stand down and slowly removed himself from the vehicle, his boots squishing in the mud. Calmly, his eyes never leaving the creature and his body stance slack, he walked away from the bike, circling the creature carefully.
He was aware of the creature's eyes on him, tracking his ever move. A hunter tracking possible prey, or determining if he was a threat to its well being. One wrong move might set it off, so Kyle was careful to keep his movements controlled and balanced. Finally, he stopped and looked at the creature square in the eyes before attempting the first trick up his sleeve; diplomacy.
"I don't know if you can hear or understand me, but if you can, know that I'm no danger to you unless you make yourself a threat. Or threaten to harm anyone else. I don't know if this is how you were born or if this change is something you can control...but if you can, change back now. I don't want this to get complicated or anyone else hurt. So stand down, right now...or I'll make you."
His hands sparked with energy, his body preparing itself for combat just in case. The creature was quick, he'd seen that himself. He would have to move fast if it made a move on him...or his blood would be washing away with the rain.
Though his eyes were closed and for all appearances he was resting, Kyle was far from it. He was quite awake; closing his eyes allowed him to focus his hearing just a slight bit more, so he could listen to the sounds and voices of the world around him without drawing too much attention to himself. It was a handy trick for getting the vibe of a place or to simply listen to the idle gossip that people loved to toss to one another. Sometimes that gossip was even helpful.
All he got for now were the hused whispers of the old couple eating and the giggles and little small talk that usually came from young teens in love. Typical. The workers though...they were discussing the recent events regarding that young mutant and the police attack on her, which was becoming more common as the days passed on. Opinions both positive and negative were abuzz and it took only a moment of listening to the men to understand that theres was of a negative sort...towards mutants.
The sound of approaching footsteps took his attention elsewhere, as his eyes drifted open slowly to the woman who was approaching his table. His eyes, flat in terms of emotion in most cases, sparked a little at this one. Kyle wasn't familar with this waitress, because if he did, he would most assurdly have remembered her. For one, she was, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous. Everything about her was a credit to her beauty and it wasn't a faked beauty that some people bought for themselves today...it was a natural beauty. The kind that made men do terrible things for just a taste of it.
That humbling notion of his manhood aside, her eyes and hair are what drew his attention mostly. Her hair was black and white, which could have been a dye job and an interesting one at that. But her eyes...Kyle had questions about her eyes. There were yellow...non-wholly a common color to have in the iris and certaintly not yellow that reminded Kyle of snow owls. Piercing, sharp, these eyes were. It was an unnatural mutation in those genes for sure. But was it the only one?
"Water will suffice for now. As for food, the chili soup sounds just about right. A sandwich which too, if you please. Roast beef if you have any to spare." Staring for a second as she wrote it down, Kyle rose an eyebrow. "I do not believe I've seen you before Athena. Are you new or have I merely missed the pleasure of arriving when you work?"
Apparently, soaking the giant werewolf in dirty, New York water hadn't been the best plan. The beast, after all, didn't even seem to notice that it was drenched from head to toe. Still, for a reason that Kyle couldn't fathom at this point in time, the werewolf suddenly put on a burst of furry speed and bolted across the street, dodging those cars that weren't paused to gawk as if they were standing still. In one dazzling display, it dodged a slow to realize cabbie by leaping over the vehicle...and when Kyle said leap, he meant flew through the air to land twenty feet away and still moving.
All in all, what he did next wasn't one of his best decisions. But then, not many choices he made were smart, from a logical point of view.
Kyle raced after the beast. If they'd been on foot, Kyle would have easily lost sight of the creature as it raced for the city's outskirts. As it were, the motorbike only evened the odds so that he could keep the creature within visual range. And even that was only possible because the creature had to dart among vehicles in order to maintain its path.
Some might as why he was chasing something that, without a doubt, could rip him cleanly in two should it try. There was no real direct answer, so by Occam's, the simpliest was the best. Whatever the creature was, it was a mutant. He was a mutant. If he didn't try and stop whoever that was, the humans might. With all the tension in the air after that broadcast, Kyle knew that the human authorities would not handle the situation so well.
Or be equipped to handle this thing. Call him whatever you wanted, Kyle wasn't going to let this mutant, or anyone else for that matter, be further harmed if he could help it. Even if it was likely to get him killed in the process. Putting aside those thoughts for now, Kyle focused on only one thing; getting this thing under control or at least somewhere where it couldn't hurt anyone. As luck would have it though, the creature was making a beeline for the forested areas outside the city, a primal instinct to head to something familiar perhaps. No matter the reason, it worked for Kyle's purposes.
Just as the creature hit the outskirts of the city and was bordering on the edge of the forest, Kyle struck. A single bolt of energy, given just enough juice to pack the equilviant of a solid punch, was launched for the fleeing beast. With any luck, it would smack the beasts neck, stunning it...or silver lining, get its attention. Provided it worked, Kyle readied himself for trouble...and to turn his bike towards the single dirt road that was nearby.
