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.
Night was fast descending over the great city of New York, the bright light of day being replaced by the artificial lights of thousands of buildings and cars. Despite the hour, the city was never truly asleep and to one who was observing the city from any high or far away point would be dazzled by the display of artistic beauty before them.
Not that Kyle was seeing that beauty at this hour. Instead, he was indoors, just finishing up the last few steps of a workout routine that he'd spent a fair portion of the day working at. And finishing up meant exiting the shower room that the Sanctuary provided for its occupants, a towel rubbing away the majority of the water that whetted his hair. His muscles burned, a sign that Kyle had worked out hard enough to tire even his resilient body, a thought which only brought a smile to his face. It was how he'd managed to achieve the athletic and shaped body in half the time others could and it had saved his life many a times over.
Tossing the towel into a pile of them in the corner, Kyle exited out into the many halls of the Sanctuary and made for his room there. Rest was calling, just none too strongly quite yet. He was contemplating whether or not he should go to visit(or pester in her opinion) Isabel when that need to sleep suddenly multiplied ten fold. Kyle's knees went weak, causing him to put a hand on the wall for balance. That didn't last long before he was dropping to his knees, a hand going to his head as a wave of nausea swept over him.
Kyle managed to get to his feet once more and stumbled down the hall, managing to get a few extra yards before the weakness overwhelmed him and dropped him to his knees again. Then everything went dark.
When Kyle opened his eyes, everything had changed. And the strange part, which he was unaware of, was that everything was the same. It was him who had changed.
Kyle's eyes took in a surroundings that were utterly alien to him. This was not the house he'd grown up in or lived in. He was in a hallway that could easily have let several people wander shoulder to shoulder in it. The place looked too fancy to be his little home as well, a sight which both bewildered and frightened him. Frantically, his little mind worked to place how'd he'd gotten here. Just the other day, his parents had taken him to the doctor over that incident at school, where the doctor had given them shocking news about him. That Kyle was a mutant. Was this place the result of that?
Try as he might, Kyle couldn't remember how he'd gotten here. So the only thing he could do was explore and see what he could find out. Besides, this place seemed interesting and if Kyle was one thing, it was adventurous. Looking down either direction, Kyle decided on one of them and after hiking up his clothes, which seemed to be just a little big for him, Kyle headed off to explore...and almost ran down a girl coming around the corner.
Kyle stumbled over his oversized clothes, but managed to avoid crashing into the girl. Quickly turning to her, Kyle fumbled to keep his pants from dropping before addressing her. "Sorry sorry! I'm a little lost and my mind wasn't all here. Say, do you know where here is? I'm, uh...new I guess."
The moment that smile crept across Sara's face, Kyle was both smiling wider himself and completely on guard. This was a woman who was not used to losing and would continue to fight back until she was unable to do so. Kyle was the same way, although in his case, he could fight a lot longer then most people could if he was careful. Kyle also knew when his best chance lay in retreating...but today wasn't one of those days.
Movement forced him to focus on its source, though he didn't need to look to tell where it was coming from. The arm pinning hers was meeting resistance, as Sara flexed her feline muscles and pushed against his weight. Pushing all the weight he could back down onto the arm, Kyle winced inside when he realized she could overpower him if he wasn't careful. So he put everything he could into keeping that arm down.
And down it went, so easily that Kyle was caught by surprise. Then something slammed him in the back, pitching him forward over her before her body twisted beneath him and an arm smashed across his ribs. Through the confusion, Kyle was aware that he was falling to the side, slowly toppling as Sara made her bid to be the one on top. Mostly out of reflex then conscious thought, the bolt Kyle had been threatening her with fired from its hold. By some odd luck Kyle was not aware of, it was still pointed at her head when it fired off.
Kyle saw it connect. At least partially, as Sara's head snapped to one side suddenly. Still, she had the momentum now and with a hiss as he landed hard on his back, Kyle found their positions reversed. Now his arm was pinned by hers and she was sitting atop him, like the conqueror atop the mountain. Her words garnered the same reply she had given his, a grin sliding across his slowly panting features.
"My, I do respect a girl who likes being on top. And the answer would be I believe so, yes. After all, I'm always thinking about the next step. Like this one." Making a gesture with his head, Kyle brought her attention to his free arm, which was poised to fire another bolt at point blank into her midsection, the energy appearing clearly in his palm. "One chance to surrender or your stomach has a very bad case of stomach pains. Your choice, Ms Sara."
And Kyle meant it to. At anything other then her agreeing and removing herself from him, that bolt would fire. Part of him hoped she would, as he didn't want to injure her if possible. The other part, the part that lead him here, begged her to continue. For this fight had his blood boiling and he was loving every minute of it.
Kyle nodded calmly to her words, having expected as much a response from her. It wasn't so much that he didn't expect there to be a real deep meaning behind it, but rather that even if there was, Isabel wouldn't tell him it. For the moment, just getting her to speak was success in its own right.
"Those are good reasons. And you seem to have a hand for it too, which makes it all the more worthwhile."
The journey to the paint store didn't take long, the place being a few blocks away from Sanctuary itself. One glance at the shop told Kyle it was one of those places that wasn't a major hit, but managed to get by enough to remain in active business. In a city like New York, there were thousands of places like this and always was there the competition to remain one of them instead of washed up down some alley.
Isabel went in first, with Kyle right on her heels, pausing for a moment to take a gander around the shop interior. Surprisingly enough, the place was well stocked, with plenty of different colors, all labeled, lining the walls, with various other paint supplies placed up here and there. For a second-hand business, the place was better stocked them most.
Coming to stand beside Isabel, Kyle smiled and made a motion with his hand to gesture at the paints around them. "I need to come with you places more often. You seem to know all the right spots to visit. So then, what colors would you like? There's plenty to choose from it seems, so pick to your artist's content."
It had been only moments since Isabel and her big red companion had entered the ship when Kyle stepped in himself, rain still dripping from pockets of his jacket that he'd been unable to shake dry. It was polite, after all, to avoid making a slip hazard in the entryway of a store if it could be helped. On a day like today though, where the rain fell without abandon, some things could not be denied, only delayed.
Rubbing his shoes on the mat provided in the entryway, Kyle slung his helmet under an arm, shaking his hair out to remove what he could of that dreaded helmet hair effect. A few people within the shop cast him a glance, even a few admiring glances from the woman patrons which he responded to with a slight smile before ignoring entirely. His mark was in line, just stepping back with a yellow treat in hand.
Smiling, Kyle took a separate line, noticing with interest many eyes were now on the hulking red man who was at Isabel's side. An attention grabber, even if he didn't want it. Calmly, as if the pair of them weren't but a few feet from him, Kyle got a small drink from the man who was glancing between his job and the two dangerous looking individuals in their store. Then he turned back, casually, and seemed to notice them for the first time.
Almost at about the same time that Isabel had turned his way. "Why Isabel, what a surprise! It's rare to see you outside of Sanctuary, let alone with someone at your side.
And might I say what a someone you are, giant red man. So who might you be?"
From his vantage point above the group, Kyle had been able to see everything quite clearly. At the time, however, his attention had been focused on the advancing group more then the woman they were advancing on.
Now that he was on the ground along with her, Kyle couldn't help but notice the extensions waving from about four places on her body. At first, Kyle didn't know what to make of them. At first glance, they reminded him of Isabel and her ability to make her bones grow...but this was different. Whatever this woman had extended from herself, they were purple in color and appeared to be slightly more flexible then bones would be. A curious matter that Kyle would investigate later. For now, more recent circumstances required his attention.
The woman's attack had taken the attackers by surprise, surprise that Kyle entry had cast upon them. With a single move, the woman had cast their leader into his fellows, leaving a grumbling, cursing heap of bodies that squirmed to untangle themselves. Sparing a glance away from them to face the damsel, Kyle cast her a grin.
"Glad to be of assistance. And while I have no doubt you could handle these idiots, today has been pretty slow. This is a good way to kill some time." The sound of cursing was growing louder now, forcing Kyle to turn back to the group, which had managed to get back to their feet and were now stalking towards them again. "Of course, how long a bunch of fools will last remains to be seen."
He said that last part loud enough for them to hear and like any good hunter knew, the right bait was required to attract their prize. In this case, the bait was calling them fools and the foolish were the ones now rushing forward at them. With ease, Kyle flicked a bolt at the front runner as he neared, tripping his leg out from under him and sending him sprawling forward. Right into Kyle's waiting knee, which snapped his head back with a sickening crack.
His buddy barely had time to register his friend had gone down before Kyle was moving, stepping to one side with a spin and snapping a blow to the back of the man's neck. The man, stunned, continued on until he stumbled into a pile of trash, crashing with a rather loud display of noise.
In having turned his attention to those men, Kyle had let two of the others rush past him, both obviously hoping the woman was an easier mark. Kyle grinned at the thought; the idiots were walking into the second part of the trap, if he was any good judge of the woman's abilities. Still watching the others, he shouted back to her. "So who do I have the pleasure of saving today?"
That's what today was turning out to be. Long, slow and boring. It wasn't that Kyle didn't mind the peace and quiet every now and then. Those days allowed his body to restore itself, to mend wounds both old and new, so that when an interesting day came along, he wasn't ending up crippled from a hit not yet healed. It also allowed him a chance to further explore his new home, to meet with those who also resided within its walls. When days were boring, they were at least full of relaxation and learning.
But it had been too many of those days lately and Kyle had grown impatient. And there was little for him to do about it. The few people he knew within the Order were all busy of sorts; Lori with her duties, Noel off and about with Sebastian, Isabel off somewhere she didn't want to be followed. And all the others he'd met yet did not know well enough to call upon were off too. Aside from them, working out was feasible but one could only test the limits of one's muscles for so long before boredom set in again.
So there was only one option left. Outside. That train of thought had lead him to the rooftops of the nearby buildings, to gliding across those obstacle ridden roofs with practiced ease. The freedom it gave him stirred his blood and pumped adrenaline through his veins, a broad grin of joy painted firmly onto his features. Little by little, the rest of the world was lost in this, this practice of his skills and the pleasure such an event brought to his mind and body. For a brief moment, the boredom was halted.
A moment after that, something else caught his attention. A voice, not far off from him, echoing from a building just one over from his own. No, not a voice. A laugh. And not from once source either; there had to be several people laughing to get the level of volume he was hearing. Curiosity took hold and with several quick jumps, Kyle was looking down into the alley, its base a mere two stories below. There he saw seven people; six obviously together as they moved towards the seventh, a girl not older then twenty.
A woman then, and not a human one. Even from here, Kyle could see that she had features that marked her as a mutant, with clear skin that no human would ever have. And all six men were advancing on her and one glance at them told him all he needed to know. Humans attacking single mutant; well, now that couldn't go on. With a smile at what was suddenly about to become an interesting day, Kyle jumped down to the floor below, a small ledge catching his weight. Then he jumped down again, landing with a thud behind one man and bringing his arm up.
The men barely had time to turn to the new sound before the first was flying backwards, Kyle's bolt having caught him clear under the jaw and sending him sprawling in a heap nearby. Smiling at the others, then winking at the girl, Kyle wiggled a finger at them. "Six of you against one woman? My my, you must all be weak as in if you need that many for one woman.
How about you play with someone more your size and gender and leave the lady be? Unless...perhaps the lady would care to join me in clearly showing these lads who the superior race is?" Kyle was ignoring the men now, for all that they were snarling and hissing at him. His attention was tot he woman and what her next move would be.
That was what Sara's midair lunge had gifted her with. She was fiercely fast on her feet, as flexible as a thin wire. But her unique body and speed granted her advantage on the ground; it did not grant her wings. In the air, she was vulnerable. And thus, his energy beam had connected solidly with her chest, sending her tumbling in the air from the force of the blow.
But she was still aimed at him and his move had left him completely open. This Kyle had predicted however and thus was ready to take that mass of flailing limbs head on. The air wooshed from his lungs, but he managed to retain enough to continue the roll, to push for an advantage by trying to pin her beneath him. But Sara was far from helpless, even at this point, and must have managed a gasp of air somewhere in the tumble, for she fought back against his attempts.
Her hand wrapped around the wrist of his right hand, which had been trying to pin her down. She then tried to slap that wrist aside; an attempt that would prove futile as Kyle latched his hand around her wrist in turn and aimed to pin both arms out of the way so he could wind her with another bolt. That's when he saw the fist coming and though he tried to steel his stomach for the blow, Sara's attack caught him half prepared. Kyle winced from the blow, sucked in a breath, then brought his arm up and down in a knife edge chop.
His arm went down as her fist came up; the blow rocked his head back but his blow continued on down to return the favor....and an energy bolt charged in his palm would dangle over her face a moment later, even as Kyle shook his head to clear the fog. "If you didn't have a significant other..." Kyle said in little chuckles, ""an eye for an eye seems to be the course of this fight."
And despite the pain he was in, Kyle was grinning. Grinning down at her in respect and utter enjoyment.
"Yes, yes" was his only reply to her words, gracefully slipping aside to let her pass by before falling into step behind her. He had no doubt anything Isabel wanted was free, whether by design or simply because what she wanted, she was given. This case was no different, which was why it stumped Kyle that she was so set against it.
Still, she had agreed for the most part. Now all that was left was to ensure that the deed was carried out.
From the first step, Kyle could tell that she was trying to lose him. Her pace was quick and sharp, carrying her quickly around one corner and just as swiftly down the next. Sadly, Kyle was no stranger to a quick pace and every corner she turned, he was right there almost on her heel. Kyle said nothing, made no sound; but the grin on his face would not fade. A small victory, if there was such a thing with Isabel, had been won. And he was going to feed off it.
The front doors to Sanctuary soon came into view and the rapid pace carried them out its doors and into the busy streets beyond, basking in the midday heat that was returning slowly to a once frozen city. Isabel obviously knew where she was going, as she started off without question or pause off down one of those streets.
Still smiling, Kyle stepped the pace up enough to draw level with her, then turned his gaze to half focus on her as they walked. "So why painting? Not that there's anything wrong with it or anything, but I never would have figured you the painting sort. Well, not with a brush anyway."
The fact that Isabel didn't flinch at the possibility of him unleashing his energy came as both a surprise and yet not a surprise at all. She had never flinched before in the face of danger, doubtless would she now, having faced him in combat twice. What did surprise him was that the thought of his energy hitting her at point blank didn't concern her though. True she'd taken hits from him before, but those had all been distance moves, hit from afar and often weak in their strength.
It amused him to no end to know she hadn't seen what a full burst of his energy at point blank could do; best keep that a hidden secret until he needed it.
Again, he waited for the enviable blade that would lay him open and leave a nice color to paint her floor and walls with. And once again, it never came. That fact was filed away for future reference, before Kyle's attention was grabbed by the sudden words that Isabel snapped at him.
In one swift motion, Kyle's hand was back at his side, his face lined in a grin that mirrored the victory he felt. With a slight gesture of his hand, Kyle motioned to the door, making sure that Isabel was the first to exit by only a step or two...as to prevent her from going back in instead of dealing with her choice.
"See, that wasn't so hard. And this way, you get paints for free while you burn money that's not yours. A win-win in a way, don't you think? Alright then, I'm still new to this city and the like, so you'll have to lead the way to the art store, or the nearest place to acquire these paints. So lead on then, oh masterful artist of bone and brush."
That last part was more of a playful tease, and yet, was a compliment in its own right. Kyle was, if nothing else, good at playing with words when he needed to.
Turning the corner on the street Isabel and her companion had just made a turn onto, Kyle used a sleeve to clear some of the lingering rain drops from his visor. The rain was his companion in this venture, masking his approach and dulling out the sound of his engine, although the roar of hundreds of other vehicles did that just as well. In that same regard though, it was his enemy. On a day like this, bikes were at a disadvantage, as the slick roads could catch the tires on a turn and send its rider sprawling.
It was with that thought in mind that Kyle slowly coasted his way through traffic, watching the two of them carefully. At this point, his plan was simple; watch until they picked a location, then park his bike off the main road, hopefully out of the rain, and follow them in. If Isabel questioned his appearance, Kyle could simply say that it was a coincidence. Her companion, and more to the point, her relation with him, interested him.
He simply wanted to know.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle finally noticed the pair of them stopping in front of one of the many shops that lined this street, though the rain made it hard to make out just what the shop name was. Still, Kyle remembered it's location, so that even after he parked his bike around the corner in the cover of a building, it wasn't hard to retrace his steps and make his way to the shop itself. Half grinning, half sighing, Kyle followed them in, removing his helmet as he did so.
Meanwhile, just down the road, a white van pulled to a stop alongside the street. Its occupants, all tense and ready for action, knew now was the time to wait. For they too had seen the biker, noticed how he seemed to be always just in the shadow of their prey. A coincidence perhaps, but they weren't taking chances with this prey.
Henceforth, their leader had decided they would wait for a bit and if nothing happened, they'd move in and take their prize captive. In the meantime, they'd slowly get into position to spring their trap and if something DID happen, then they'd adjust to be in the best possible position to take advantage of it.
Even as Noel was speaking, Kyle was making headway for the lone fridge in the small but decent kitchen. His mind was already beginning to work its magic; now all he needed was to see what ingredients he could throw into the pot.
There wasn't much in the fridge to be honest. Some spare fruits and vegetables, a head of lettuce, cheese, water and milk, a case of pop that was half empty, a case of eggs.. The freezer was near empty too, save for some frozen items, none of which were meat products. A small frown slid across his face, and yet, his mind was still working. Considering what was on hand, Kyle stepped back to see what was in the cabinets that Noel had opened, stroking his chin as he pondered what needed to be done.
"Hmmm, good question. Most would say no. Me on the other hand...I have a few ideas." Turning back to the fridge, Kyle singled out the eggs, the fruit, the cheese, and several kinds of peppers. Turning to the cabinets, Kyle glanced around them for a moment, then turned back to Noel smiling. "We'll have to make a store run for sure, but yes, I got the perfect plan in mind. We'll need bread, rice and some ham. So come on then, our stomachs are waiting!"
Chuckling, Kyle stepped past her back into the main gym, grabbing and tossing his shirt on in short order before turning back to wait for Noel at the door. Once she caught up, he'd start off for the store, making sure to keep pace with her. "So what's the story between you and Sebastian? He doesn't seem to be the kind of guy that would take on learners without a good reason. Does he fancy you or something?"
The blast of energy Kyle had thrown Sara's way had two effects; the first was the intended aim of bringing the woman down to the ground in a harsh manner, to repay how he'd met the dirt a moment ago. A long trail of red escaped from a cut just hidden by his hair line, blurring the vision in one eye with red and continuing down till it dripped off from his chin. It was a light wound as far as injuries went, the cut shallow and the bleeding already slowing.
Still, it would be a hindrance for a short while, which is why Kyle hoped his attack would put her off balance as much as he was at the moment. Balance the field so to speak. The second reason for his attack was to balance those odds further, by clearing that dust cloud from around him and giving them both clear line of sight.
The second reason worked perfectly. The first, on the other hand, worked to a fashion. It knocked Sara from her perch, sure as day, the woman pinwheeling in place as a result. Her feline skills came to the rescue though, as she managed to catch hold of a jutting metal bar along the wall she had been gracing, Even slamming into the wall was avoided, as she found a purchase for her feet to make use of. Kyle had to admire her balance and grace in that regard, but he didn't get too long to admire her before she was moving once again.
This time she used the wall as a sudden launching pad, using her powerful legs to send her rocketing down towards him. Grinning half in joy and half out of madness, Kyle tensed his body at her incoming form for a moment, reading her trajectory, then sending another blast of his energy straight at her. There was no way she could dodge in midair and at the same time, that had left him open to her incoming form.
His attack would stun her though, so that when she slammed into him it wasn't with any real intent, merely one body smashing into another. And Kyle fought to end up on top, hoping that his energy attack had dazed her enough to accomplish that. Either way, one of his hands would be ready to either pin her down with the threat a direct bolt or be ready to knock her off him if need be.
Kyle was expecting her to do something. Little as he knew about Isabel, the one thing he did know was she wasn't the kind of person to let a slight slide. In fact, he was fully expecting the retaliation to come any moment now, which left him with the unfortunate problem of how to avoid being stabbed to death avoid something so simple.
His back was to her, but Kyle had adjusted the angle of his head to allow him to see her, in a little detail, out of the corner of his eye. It wouldn't do anything more then give him seconds of warning of her intentions, but seconds could be crucial in what might easily become life and death.
The perceived attack eventually came, although it was slightly different then what Kyle had been expecting. Kyle had thought Isabel would take the chance to stab him fatally with one of those bone blades of hers; instead, she grabbed the tray full of glass shards and swung it at him. Of course, this was why one of his hands had been kept free at his side. A bolt of energy snapped from his fingers, strong enough to snap the incoming tray from its wielder's hands.
Not fast enough to deflect the entire attack though. Several pieces of glass managed to clip one, a larger piece in particular opening a small gash just above his eye. As quick as he could, Kyle had spun around and had one hand slapping one of Isabel's aside while the other came up to her face, energy glowing in his hands. His eyes were a mix of silent rage and temptation.
As fast as it came on, the rage and temptation faded, forcing a sigh from him. Wiping the blood that was blocking his vision, Kyle turned and picked up the tray once again. "Well...we could be here a long time if you don't let me finish. Here, I'll make you a consent; I'll leave right now, without cleaning up at all, if you agree to come with me to the nearest art store.
I'm not getting you paints because I don't think you can or anything stupid like that. I'm going to get them because I did poke my nose in here and that's my way of apologizing for it. Say what you want about me for it, but that's how I damn well work so get used to it.
Or you can decline and I'll start cleaning again, deflecting your attacks and throwing my own back until this entire place is a bigger mess and I'll still be here because I said I'd clean the mess I made. It's your choice; try picking the one that lets you win and me lose hmmm?"
Whenever Isabel and her red companion decided to stop, Kyle took that moment to watch the rain fall. It was heavy now, turning the streets of New York into a shower within end, the rain drenching everything it touched within moments. Pools of water were forming now and if it wasn't for New York traffic being so slow and gridlocked, many people would be suffering tidal waves of water as car hit puddle.
Thus a normal day in New York, though a surprising one to get in the early days of March. Mother nature throwing her weight around to remind the world who was really in charge. Kyle smiled within his helmet at this; the storm was coming and wasn't likely to let up soon. Which was good, because it made his task easier.
Looking back down, Kyle put his bike forward once again, as Isabel and her friend continued onwards to their destination; all of them unaware the Kyle wasn't the only one following them this day.
From within a white van, four men watched the pair walking down the streets. Two huddled in the back while the two up front conversed among themselves, pondering their potential prey.
"That's here right?" the driver said to his passenger, glancing at the muscular man seated there. A huge scar lined this man's face, but it was the only damage to what might have otherwise been a handsome face.
"Yea, that's her. You sure we can pull this off? She is one of the most dangerous of her kind out on the streets."
"Don't matter how tough she is. We've got ourselves a secret weapon in the back. The boss has been wanting a new play thing and I know she'd make the perfect gift for him. I can't believe our luck in finding her just when we were sent out. She's worth more then any other wrench of the street could be worth."
"Well then, we'd best get to keeping up. This rain will make things tough...but your right. The boss will like her." Both men grinned to each other, then the driver slowly edged his way back into traffic and began following their intended prey.
Kyle's eyes found the shirt easily enough, carelessly discarded beside the ring. A glance around the gym revealed that his destination likely lay beyond where his shirt was, so he could always gather it quickly as they headed that way or before they made a trip to the grocery store for supplies.
With that in mind, Kyle turned his attention to Noel, noting before he turned his gaze her way that of mess he'd made had been cleaned. So much for doing the good deed of cleaning up.
"You mean we haven't been so far? I'm surprised.
As for what I can cook, it depends on what I have on hand. I'm not a master chef by any means, but I have a good mind for mixing what's available to me to make a decent meal. I can do basic meals with a little something special, or fancy depending on what I can use for supplies." Stepping to her, Kyle folded his arms and glanced to where he suspected the kitchen might lie.
"Let's see what I have to work with first perhaps, then we'll decide whether a trip to the store is needed, hmmm?" With a gesture of his hand, Kyle indicated for Noel to lead the way before he would fall into step with her, if need be.
