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.
Posted by Silver Streak on May 14, 2012 16:59:54 GMT -6
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Shawn couldn't help but sit for quite a while. Most of the day in fact he spent sitting, staring out over the forest. It was well past noon, and the fog had been long gone, but he sat there. He wasn't sure what to make of everything. He'd pretty much just been told by two separate people that he wasn't meant to stay there forever. He couldn't say that he didn't agree with them. He'd been living amongst the monks, learning their ways for a long time. Oddly enough he had been feeling pretty restless as of late. Maybe they were able to sense that about him. There was really no knowing. If they knew that he wasn't meant to live his life here then did they know that he was going to be knocking on their door almost a year ago? They certainly seemed to know that he was a mutant when he arrived; although that didn't take a psychic to figure out. His eyes mostly gave that away. His mind was a blur. Thoughts raced in one side and out the other and they all started to cluster together creating one big New York sized rush hour in his head. It was almost dizzying, all the thoughts that were running amok in his head at the moment.
He couldn't seem to separate one from another. He sat there for so long that even a bird seemed to think him a statue and landed near him. Streak didn't even look at the bird. He was to deep in thought. Suddenly a sadness came over him. He wasn't meant to be here. The monks had been right. He'd learned all he could from them and now it was time for him to go about and find his fate and confront it instead of hiding from it. He hadn't realized that that's exactly what he'd been doing the entire time he'd been living with the monks. Shawn wasn't just there to learn to fight, or to meditate, but the underlying reason for him was to hide. He hadn't realized it at first. The pain he'd been through in his life so far had been so deep that, subconsciously, this was the only way he felt that he could get away from it all. All the pain. All the strife and poverty. All the struggles and fights and all the hatred left miles behind him. Now it all seemed to be rushing back, calling to him almost. It was as if he knew in his heart that something was going wrong and he needed to get back to set things straight.
When he stirred the bird got scared and flew away squawking. Shawn pushed himself to his feet and walked in to the temple where the monks were meditating. None moved when he walked in. Many were so deep in meditation that the only thing that would have disturbed them is an earthquake. The only one that stirred was Master Fu. He silently got up and motioned for Shawn to follow him. They left the temple and walked into his office. Shawn hadn't been there since he first came to this place. It looked like it hadn't changed since the last time he was there. The sun even looked like it was in the same spot as it had been a year earlier when he first set foot in the office. So much had seemed to have changed sine he came here, yet somehow he had a feeling that nothing had really changed. Everything was probably exactly the same. Master Fu seemed to have read his mind as he sat behind his desk. Shawn sat in the chair offered him and Master Fu spoke. "So you have made a decision." It was more a statement of knowing rather than a question. Shawn just nodded. It broke his heart to have to do this, especially when he felt like he still didn't get what he was looking for out of this place. The monk interrupted his thoughts, "You have chosen. There was nothing that we could say or do to make you choose differently. The choice had to be yours and yours alone. We never forget our brother no matter how short of a time they have been here."
"That doesn't make it easier." Shawn mumbled. The monk seemed to hear him and just smiled knowingly. "I feel that I'm being called back to America. I get the oddest feeling that I have finally found the reason for being here. For some reason I feel that I came here expecting to get my powers back, and now that I'm here I feel that the real reason I came was really just to hide from my problems. I think I have to go back." The monk just nodded. Streak knew the conversation was over and there was nothing more to say. There wouldn't be a big send off. No big party or farewell dinner. These monks, they didn't own anything anyways. Shawn got up, bowed to Master Fu and walked out to collect his things. Once he'd gotten everything back he left. Just like that. No goodbyes, no tears, just the knowledge of what he'd learned and that they were always going to be praying for him. We never forget our brothers. The last words the monk had said to him echoed in his head as he made his way down the mountain. It would take a week or so for him to get to any civilization that would be able to take him back to the United States. The journey would be much simpler than it was going to the temple. For one he knew where he was going this time and for another he knew the language and was able to communicate with people easily. He couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for him when he got back to the mansion. How much would it have changed in the time that he'd been gone? And what lay ahead of him in his future.
Posted by Silver Streak on May 6, 2012 19:08:20 GMT -6
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Streak just listened to everything that was going on. He had no intention of getting thrown into a medieval jail while he was here. Soon the other two men had changed. Their garb was similar in design to his but made of different colors and had subtle differences. Streak couldn't help but laugh at Jorges' comment about the underwear and he had to agree with Paul about the whole thing. He hadn't bothered to really think to much on the whole cloths situation since they were all taken care of.
Once they were dressed they were once again faced with the Maester and Lumen quickly came back and filled them in on the rest of the story. He had to be honest. He was glad their story time was drawing to a close and those two left and the three men were left alone.
Paul quickly seemed to fill the silence with an explanation that seemed to be more for Jorge than for himself. Streak didn't understand much of what he was talking about, but he had an idea that Jorge knew quite well. Shawn shook his head. He figured that pretty much summed it up. "Nope. I'm good." He said looking at Jorge. Unless Jorge had a complaint he didn't mind. Streak figured everything would be explained in time.
Shawn figured that they only had a few minutes before the Duke came to get them. Streak didn't say anything. He placed his silver sword in its sheath and wrapped it around his waist, fastening it as a belt. It did feel like it fit rather well and he was glad that the whole thing was simply made. Since they were still waiting he sat down and was hoping that they would soon leave to meet the king and get this all over with.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 27, 2012 13:58:47 GMT -6
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Well this was certainly taking a turn for the worse. And fast. There were people popping up left and right that knew each other but no one seemed to know him except for Jorge. As they were getting fit for their clothes the doors burst open and they were interrupted by a stern looking man and a woman. And if Streak wasn't mistaken she looked like she was glowing. This man seemed to have some pull in this time and the women quickly gathered their things and left. He wasn't actually sure if they were done with the measuring or not but he supposed that it wouldn't really matter if things went wrong here with this guy.
The first person to speak was Paul. Surprisingly he tried to come up with a cover story for Streak even though they didn't know each other. The thought was endearing to say the least; however, this guy seemed to be a lot harder to fool than the Duke. He didn't buy the story one second and he immediately called out Paul's bluff. How could he have told that Paul was lying so quickly and with such a short string of words? Maybe he was a telepath from this time. It would only seem probable that there would be mutants in this time as well as in their current time. Although, the chances of running across one in this time had to have been like a billion to one odds. Streak fixed the man with a hard stare, trying to read his expression and intent. He seemed able to penetrate the minds of others but unfortunately Streak himself couldn't read minds, and thus was left to guessing.
"I can vouch for myself. Although, I'm thankful for Paul for standing up for me. My name is Shawn and as it would seem none of our lies would pass you I'll simply say that I am somewhat of a my time Robin Hood protecting the innocent and such." As he talked he could feel a pressure building in his head. He wasn't sure if he was getting a headache or if this guy was trying to read his mind. Either way he continued and said, "Ya know it's not nice to read people's minds without their permission." The pain subsided and he got the feeling that this guy didn't really get what he was looking for. "We are of no threat to the king and all we want is to find our way back home."
The man continued to stare at Streak and he met the stare back. "You've met someone like me before haven't you?" That brought a smile to Shawn's face and he nodded. "I wasn't able to see if you were telling the truth or not. How did you get here?" He asked, even though the silvermancer had a feeling that he already knew the answer just like this woman did.
"Well I think you already know that answer... but as for actually in the castle? We were invited in to meet the king by Merek Seymour the Duke of Devonshire. We convinced him that we were knights." Even if the guy didn't get what he was looking for out of Streak's head it didn't mean that he might not be able to pull it out of Jorge or Pauls heads. What was the point of keeping up a charade if the person your playing charades with is looking at the thing that your supposed to be mimicking? So long as he didn't blow their cover or try to kill them then he wouldn't have a problem with Streak.
Meanwhile, while this conversation was going on the ladies that had taken their measurements were getting an army of seamstresses together to start hemming the clothes. They were under strict orders to get the clothes for these strangers ready soon. They were told the king would want to meet these knights and their monk and he was never one to keep waiting. The clothes were coming along nicely. They'd even been able to sow on a few patches that looked like the creatures on the shields that Streak had drawn. After what seemed like hours, but really it wasn't that long considering there were about twenty women all working on the clothes for three men, they were finished. They double checked the measurements and headed back upstairs to the mens room, hoping that the Maester was done with them.
Footsteps were heard coming up the stone stairway. There was no chattering, perhaps because they were scared of this man or perhaps because they knew that they weren't supposed to be talking by decree of the king. Either way the ladies showed up holding the mens newly made clothes and stood outside the door. As much as Streak wanted to just invite them in he was a little apprehensive about this guy who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself, but merely felt it his right to pry into their heads. Not being one for submission, Shawn did it anyway. A simple way towards the ladies and they hesitantly came in and walked past the man as if he might burn them to ashes on the spot. The ladies laid out the clothes for the men and quickly retreated. As their footsteps receded Streak laid his sword on a piece of furniture next to his shield and examined the clothes. They were exquisite. "Now if you'll excuse us we need to change."
His was a stunningly dark green. It ran the length of his torso and was long sleeve covering his arms all the way to his wrists. From there the cuffs tapered off into a silver cloth. It ran down to about the middle of his thighs, in front and in rear. On the front was an awesome embroidery of a silver scorpion. Just like his shield, it was poised and looked ready to strike, almost as if it would jump off the shirt at someone. The pants were a simple jet black and had silver stitching along the sides. They basically looked like jeans actually. The women had even been kind enough to bring two scabbards, belts, and boots for Jorge, Paul, and himself. He wasn't exactly sure how the man was going to react to all of this but Streak didn't mind. The craftwork that went into these clothes, in such a short amount of time, was unbelievable. Who said modern clothing was better?
(OOC: feel free to make up your own clothing style. Have some fun with it.)
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 25, 2012 10:45:15 GMT -6
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Streak was actually a little relieved that Jorge knew this guy. The guards didn't seem so happy with having an extra person around to bring before the king. Paul seemed to be catching on to the story that they were weaving before these medieval people. Great one extra person to make this even more interesting. I just hope he can keep up with the lie that they were involved in.
He looked at Paul with his silver eyes and hopes that no more conversation would be necessary for now. They Duke and his men still seemed to eye him suspiciously enough because of his eyes, and now that he was toting around a silver sword and shield it was even more suspicious.
Streak actually smiled when monk Paul acted the chastised part. Hopefully it was good enough for the Duke. As the actors kept up with their roles the commoners that had stopped to look decided to go about their business. Soon it was the Duke that spoke up.
"Very well... are there any more members of your party that we should watch for?"
Honestly Streak sure as hell hoped not. He wasn't sure how many more fake identities they could stack onto this tower of lies. For once Streak was glad that they didn't have credit cards or anything because then they couldn't be accused of stealing peoples identities. On the down side they certainly could be accused of impersonating a monk and a dishonoring the title of knight.
"It is getting dark we must return to the king before the feast is over. He will be expecting our report." The Duke said to the entire company. He bumped his horse and they all started walking again making a bee line for the castle that lay in the center of the city.
It was only another five minutes of walking in silence before they reached the entrance to the castle. There were flags flying everywhere. Banners hung from the ramparts and the arches. People were dressed in fine clothing and your could smell the food cooking from the outside. Even from the outside it was obvious that a roaring fire lay in the main room. Music floated out the two huge oak double doors, that were sitting wide open, and there was also the sound of plenty of commotion going on inside.
Before they entered a stable boy came up and took the Dukes horse. The rest of the guards dispersed, taking their weapons with them and pretty soon it was just the three time travelers and the Duke. The Duke turned to them and said, "You cannot meet the king looking like that. You change and be presentable before his highness." he clapped his hands and a group of women appeared ready to take their measurements. "These ladies will show you to your rooms. They will take your measurements and get you some suitable garbs. Your attire will be ready in moments. Then I shall fetch you and we shall greet the king together." It was less of a request and more of an order. Since they were guests it seemed as if they had no choice but to go along with it.
The Duke bowed and exited inside the giant doors. Now it was just the women and them. Streak looked at the two men and said, "I guess we do what he says. Lead on ladies." he wasn't thrilled about it but there wasn't much he could do to deny such a request.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 24, 2012 15:11:35 GMT -6
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Streak and Jorge continued to walk in procession with the guys from the castle. It was completely obvious that they were getting gawked at by the people in the market place and just generally everyone in the area that could see. He supposed they must have looked pretty darn official coming into the castle with a posse like that. All the attention was actually a little unnerving and he was soon hoping that this procession would soon end. Streak didn't know how long they would need to keep up the façade of being royal knights. He secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for too much longer. The silver eyed man looked over when Jorge nudged him.
“Nice job on the weapons. Its garnering us a lot of attention"
"Thanks. But I'm not so sure that that's a good thing. Let's just be careful." Streak responded.
He could tell that Jorge thinking the same thing about the situation. At this point it was really hard to tell if all this attention was a good thing or if it was going to come back and bite them in the rears. Worst case scenario? They get caught in the lie and have to try to explain everything before they're burned at the stake. Best case? They get away with it until they can find a way back to the 21st century.
As they walked Streak waved at people. There was no reason not to be cordial with people if they seemed intrigued with your presence. Suddenly out of seemingly no where, a monk came up to them and started to address them. The caravan came to a complete halt. No warning or anything. Just BAM! stopped right in the middle of the street. All eyes turned to the monk that was addressing Jorge.
The silvermancer had never seen this guy before but he was either hiding from the guards and hoping that these two new comers would help him, or he knew Jorge. It was obvious that the guy wasn't talking to Streak. This man was much older than him but it was still possible that Jorge knew him. He hid the look of confusion from the Duke and guards that were escorting them and waited to see what his comrade in lies was going to say to this man. Were they about to get themselves even deeper in this web of lies that they'd already spun? It sure seemed that way. The Duke turned to Jorge and said, "Sir Cervantes, do you know this monk? If not I can have him removed from our path and send him on his way back to the monastery." The silver eyed mutant waited with almost baited breath for Jorge to respond.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 21, 2012 11:40:51 GMT -6
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As the days went by the haze and fog grew thicker. Shawn found himself sitting in the spot that Brother Cho had brought him to for many days. Many days he'd watch the sun rise over the mountains and many days he'd watch the heat bake the fog away like a pot starting to boil. For some reason something that Brother Cho had said to him had bothered him. He couldn't really figure out what it was. There was no reason for it to have really affected him this way. He'd been told many mysterious things since he'd come here, but this one was the most disconcerting. It was like he'd just been given a prophecy about terrible events that he brought on and he was supposed to know how to stop these events.
The chores and the training seemed insignificant since he'd been told all of this. There was nothing that seemed to matter as much as what he'd been told. Shawn felt like he was just biding his time, waiting for the inevitable to happen. For death to strike his final blow to this ancient monastery. Even though his training didn't suffer his mediation certainly did. He was starting to have dreams about what he'd been told. Different scenarios would play out for him every time he'd spend a little bit of time meditating. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Shawn even sank into a bit of depression knowing what was to come. This could explain why people weren't supposed to know their future. It was horrible.
One morning it was apparent that Brother Cho hadn't been just making this up. It was before sunrise, as had turned into the usual with him, and the fog and haze seemed to penetrate Shawn right to his bones. The air was heavy with what was coming and he had a feeling that today was going to be the day. As he watched the sunrise, for the twentieth time that month he looked up and saw what the monk had been talking about. Before the sun could penetrate through the haze and whisk it away like it did every morning he looked up at the mountain. From the top of the mountain he could see what looked like a silver flow coming off it. It took him a minute to realize what exactly it was. He'd never seen fog this thick before, but sure enough it was rolling down the mountain almost like a liquid. For a moment it looked like a cloud had forgotten how to float and ran into the mountain, causing it to fall down to earth.
The sun rose more and Shawn couldn't even see the forest. This wasn't a normal fog or haze that he'd been watching for the past month or so. This was different somehow. The air was thick, and considering their elevation that was unusual. It seemed to linger in his mouth and he felt like he had to drink in the air just to fill his lungs. The solitude that he'd bought on by coming here seemed to finally set in. There was no way around it. Sure he'd made friends since he'd been here but there was no real person that he could trust like he could his friends back in the mansion.
Home. He hadn't thought about home for such a long time. It had been almost a year since he'd thought about his home, his friends, his family. No fights since he'd been here, none real anyways. No busy streets, no smog, no angry New Yorkers or anti-mutant protesters that he had to stop from hurting a defenseless mutant. None of that. Was he neglecting his responsibilities? Was he shirking them and placing the charge onto someone else without so much as asking someone to take this burden? Suddenly a voice spoke, "Is it really your responsibility? Were you really charged with it? No. So why should you worry so much?" For a second it was almost as if the voice was inside his head. Then he realized that it wasn't and that someone else was really there.
Shawn spun around and saw the head monk himself standing behind him. Shawn took a step back to get some space. How could he possibly know what he was thinking about? It was almost as if he'd been reading his mind. Shawn replied, "No. But shouldn't I be worried about what I'm missing back home? Is that so wrong? I've spent a year in this place isolated from the rest of the world and there is no one that seems to care. Shouldn't that bother me? I mean I haven't even talked to my family or friends since I've bee here. I know the rules... When you join you forsake all your past life's possibilities and indiscretions. I know... and I have. There just one problem... No one has bothered to try and find me or contact me. Why? I would have thought the X-Men would have tried to find me but maybe they found someone to replace me since I'm useless without my powers."
Master Fu seemed to see where this was going and it was time that he took action. "Shawnson," He was the only one that called Shawn that. "This life that you chose in coming here or living there would have ended in the same way. Either way you have found that you are looking for. You have found a way to center yourself and absolve yourself from all of your past. There is no way to erase your past. Thinking that is just foolish. You need to look at the past as how you got to who you are right now and who it will shape you into in the future. Most people don't know who they are or who they will be. Even if they think they know the answer they are always searching. You have found your way faster than most. Your path is not here living out the rest of your days with us." This caused Shawn to pause. How could he possibly know that? Master Fu looked out over the fog that covered the forest below before continuing. "You are right in saying that those are our rules. However, you have never taken the last step and I have never offered it to you. Haven't you thought that odd?"
"Well, I just thought you thought I wasn't ready yet." The monk smiled. It wasn't something that he saw often. The monk continued. "Shawnson... You are meant to return home and live your life there. Use what we have taught you and you will see that we will always be right. I have seen it." Seen it? Did he mean in like a vision? There was something odd about it all. That made two monks who had given him cryptic messages about leaving. Maybe they were all psychics or something. That settled it... Shawn was going to do something. What, he wasn't quite sure yet. But he was going to do something.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 17, 2012 19:41:23 GMT -6
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His eyes usually conveyed a look of confidence a look of strength and calm. Today they looked sad. They were glassed over with water. Not like he'd been crying all night, but more like the cool air was stinging them and he was about to drop a bombshell on Shawn. The monk turned his head to look out over the forest. By now the suns rays completely covering the forest and the sun itself was sneaking over the tops of the mountain. It's on days like these that you had to be thankful you were alive to see the sunrise Shawn thought. Shawn's eyes followed the monk's to try and find where he was looking. He couldn't find it. The monk continued.
"Today is a special day. It marks the day that you came here exactly one year ago. Every monk here celebrates it differently, many meditate, others continue on like nothing has happened. Me? I prefer to take the time to smell the roses. Metaphorically speaking obviously. There is a reason I've brought you here. Do you know what that reason is?" Shawn could hardly believe it. Had he really already been here a year? Had time flown by that fast? It didn't seem like it. For the... Oh heck Shawn had lost count how many times he'd been confused and lost by the monks sayings. It seemed like the billionth time since he'd been here.
Shawn shook his head. The monk didn't laugh or smile, or criticize him for not knowing what he meant. The monk continued talking since he knew that was the only way to fill Shawn in on the meaning. "The day you came here I had a dream. That dream was unlike any that I had ever had before. I foresaw your coming to the temple to train weeks before you arrived. I don't always get dreams this confusing so close to people arriving here." Here the monk trailed off causing Shawn to turn and prod him with a question.
"What was the dream?" He knew that it was rare for a monk to dream about things that they couldn't interpret. He'd actually gotten good at interpreting his own dreams meaning since he arrived here; and now there wasn't a dream he couldn't discern the meaning from by himself. The monk look surprised when Shawn spoke. Almost as if he'd been dreaming again and Shawn had just woken him up.
"I saw the monastery on fire. Explosions were going off everywhere and things were burning, people were running about. It was not good. Then a silver came flowing from the mountain like water heading down after a melted snow. The amount of the liquid was enormous. The thing that was different was that it changed course from going down the river to engulfing the monastery. It washed everything away until there was nothing left. We tried to fight it back but it came on like a flood and there was nothing we could do. Then the dream shifted into another sene. The silver was still around the buildings but it was much calmer almost if at piece, like a smooth flowing river and no longer a torrent. When you arrived and aw your eyes I knew that the dream was about you." Shawn was still confused. There was no way he could turn into a flood of silver. Never could and he doubted he ever would.
"So you think I'm going to destroy the monastery? Is that why you didn't want me here and you don't treat me like you treat all the others?" The monk looked taken aback. He quickly regained his composure and retorted with a simple reply. "Not at all. I think that someone is going to try and destroy the monastery and you will be the only one that can save us. I didn't want you here because I thought you would cause the dream to come true. I thought you were what caused the attacks and the destruction. I thought you were bringing about the end to this great monastery that has been here for hundreds of years."
Shawn started to understand. "So you think someone is after me. Do you think that whatever happened in your dream is going to happen today? I still haven't gotten my powers back, even though I have done everything that has been asked of me by you people. There's no way I could be that person. Maybe your dream is wrong. Maybe you're wrong. Even when I did have my powers I couldn't turn into a flood of silver. There's no way I'd be able to do that now." The monk slowly shook his head and looked at the grass under his bare feet. Shawn felt bad he didn't want to be mean or cause an attack on this place. It'd been his home for the past year and it'd been nothing but peaceful since he was here. He simply didn't believe that something like that was going to happen. "Are you saying that you won't help the monastery?" The monk goaded him looking for an answer.
"No I just think you dream is wrong." With that the monk walked away leaving Shawn staring out over the forest below him. The heat started to radiate through and warm the land around him. The fog had cleared completely and he the forest was one of the most beautiful places he'd seen in his entire life. The talk had disturbed him. It wasn't always that one got news like that from a monk. Usually it was just something that was read about in stories. As he looked out over the forest an uneasiness came over him. He didn't know what it was for, maybe the monk was right, what if someone was out to get him and he brought them here? What if he brought all this pain that the monk saw onto these unsuspecting and innocent monks. He couldn't let that happen something had to be done.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 17, 2012 18:51:36 GMT -6
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The next few days followed along the same course as they did when he started his weapons training. The only exception was that he spent a lot of time in stances and doing slow almost yoga like movements and a lot less time getting the snot beat out of him. It started out very Tai Chi and soon evolved into other aspects of the martial art. All the movements started out slow and soon evolved into a faster version of the same move he'd been doing hundreds of times in that one stance. His legs would tire quickly at first; but as with anything else he soon started to get used to it and he was able to hold it longer and longer than the previous time.
The next week he started learning a different weapon that the monks used. It was a great weapon and actually very dissimilar to ones that he'd used before. Fortunately he picked it up quickly and the time continued to fly by. Between training in the morning and chores in the afternoon he didn't have much energy but to shower and sleep to get ready for the next day. No matter how bad his days were he always looked forward to the next day because he never really learned the same thing two days in a row. The pace was fast but there was a lot of things to cover.
Shawn seemed to continue to impress Brother Cho with the speed at which he was able to pick up everything. It wasn't too long before he had seemingly completed his training. One morning, earlier than normal, Brother Cho called on Shawn to the edge of the compound. He said this when Shawn finally joined him. "Look at what you see." Shawn looked out. It was still dark outside and there wasn't really much of anything to see. The normally beautiful mountains were covered by a thin veil of clouds and the stars were obscured by the early morning haze.
They stood on a grassy outcrop of land at the edge of a steep cliff. Around them mountains rose up higher than the precipice that the monastery was currently located on. Below them was the forest and a few small towns that supplied the monastery with food and milk and such things. The forest was covered in a low fog and oddly enough the only place that didn't seem to be covered in fog or haze was the monastery. Howler monkeys could be heard calling throughout the forest to each other trying to find their friends in the fog. Birds could also be heard calling and waking up from their night sleep. The seemed to climb up the mountains on every side of them but the monks had cleared the trees out of this area to make a spot for themselves. The sun was just barely come up and the first rays of light were hardly peaking over the crests of the mountains that loomed above them. Currently the grassy outcrop has just a few rocks in the area. Other than that it was pretty much just a small grass field overlooking a long way to wave goodbye if someone fell.
"I...I don't see anything." Shawn said to the monk in perfect Chinese. It had been a while since he had actually spoken English. Since then his dreams had started taking on the language of Chinese and his fumbles with the language disappeared seemingly overnight. He continued to look in case there was something that he was supposed to see. Maybe there was a big foot out there or something. He wasn't really sure. It wasn't often that Brother Cho called on him to chat. They never really had a brotherly love going on like they both seemed to have with everyone else in the monastery. If anything Shawn thought this would be the guy to throw him off a cliff in the middle of the night. Maybe he was right and he was about to get pushed off the cliff.
"Exactly." Shawn wasn't following, but that was normal when it came to this monk. "Before the sun creeps over the mountains the land is shrouded in darkness and anything could be out there. But.." As the monk was talking the sun crept over the mountain and the haze started to disappear. The light cut through the fog like it wasn't even there. Slowly Shawn could even see the fog and haze disappear and leave room for a crystal clear day ahead. The sun continued to rise and the monk continued to talk. "But when the sun reaches things there is a different aura that replaces the nightly one. It is like this every day. The darkness gives way to the light. So it must be with ourselves. I have seen the darkness that lay inside you when you first arrived at this place. I was your strongest opposition to keeping you here. I didn't think that you could be taught. I didn't think you could learn. You have humbled me."
Brother Cho had never talked to him like this before. It was a little disconcerting to hear. It was like he knew something was going to happen and he was going to leave or die and he was making his last confession. The air was thick with dew and it only seemed to get thicker as the monk continued. The sun continued to blast the fog with its warming rays and the shadows continued to slowly recede until they would be no more. "You were right that first day you came to me wanting to learn the martial arts way. You are able to take more than any normal human. I don't know if it's from experience with what you've been through in your past or if it's from your will and determination.
"People are creatures of habit and herds. Most of the world will follow one thinking. Another part will think something else. You are that third part. You can take both sides. See both angles and you will be able to persevere through it all. Do you understand?" The monk was making some sense but Shawn was still finding it hard to accept the fact that he was talking to him like this. Slowly shawn nodded and replied, "I think so." He looked in the monks eyes for just a moment and saw something off in them.
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Streak was a little disappointed that the scene was over. Maybe they would get another shot at this scene a little later on. He stood up as everyone in the room started to filter out. Many of them seemed to be going to where the next scene was being shot. He decided to join them. Before he left he grabbed his plate and took the hamburger with him. It was a good burger. There was nothing wrong with taking free food to go. He hadn't eaten much today so the free burger was a blessing and he was going to take it with him.
A silver smile crossed his face as he watched the man, now without the voice filter on, talk to the lead actress. It was funny that the whole conversation seemed to have happened before with him. He'd been on both sides of the conversation before, of course he never ended with calling someone 'cutie pie'. Maybe he should try that sometime it might just lighten the mood up enough. The elder man and his daughter rolled out and headed in the direction of the masses. Streak decided to join them.
There were a few spots but the place was filling up quickly. It seemed like all the mutants wanted to see what was going on with the fight scene and wanted to see how it was going to play out with a human and mutant. He'd been in plenty of these situations so he really didn't need to see how it was going to end up. Unless the guy pulled out a gun and shot the mutant or the mutant took pity on the man the mutant would probably win. This was all taken from experience, none of it came from the fact that he knew what the direction the director wanted to take with this. Depending on him and the writers it could go either way. Streak took another bite of his burger and found a spot between a couple of the extras that were in the coffee shop with him. There was an empty spot next to him, and from his spot he could see pretty well. Luck was the only way he found this spot.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 17, 2012 14:41:01 GMT -6
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Streak was glad that a Jorge had taken the sword that he'd offered him. It was hard enough to make these swords and shields of this quality. Unfortunately, also noticed that they were missing sheaths to go with these silver swords. He didn't think that the Duke was really going to care that they didn't have any sheaths for the swords. He had to be honest...The names he came with for them; he was having a hard time not laughing when they were said. It sounded even funnier to him when Jorge said it.
"We just got to stay on our toes. Ready?â€
"As ready as I'll ever be I s'pose." Streak replied.
When they got back to the group the greed was obvious in the Dukes face when he saw the swords and shields. Even the most skilled craftsmen would be jealous of the work he'd done in such short of time. That wasn't to say that the Dukes' weapons weren't beautiful; they were, their were just different.
“My, those truly are quite impressive. The craftsmanship is quite…remarkable. But, how were you able to escape with those in hands. Those alone are worth far more than a simple pair of horses.â€
He was really glad that Jorge had an answer for that because he didn't. When Jorge started to speak he kept his mouth shut. Fortunately they had been able to skirt around the whole silver eye situation, for now; although, he felt certain that it was going to be brought up later. He listened to Jorge speak.
“Obviously, my lord, we, unfortunately had to make a choice when we escaped. We take our weapons, or our horses. The woods were too dense for our horses, so…we took our weapons in anticipation with meeting with more unfriendly company.â€
The Duke seemed to like that excuse. Shawn couldn't blame him. It was a good excuse and anyone with sense would see that. Even though they were digging themselves into a deeper lie that might come crashing down at any moment it still seemed to be shaping up well. After a pause, where the Duke was trying to see if he could detect their thickly weaved lie they seemed to be finally convincing him of the lie. He finally spoke.
“Wise decisions. Weaponless, you both probably would have been far worse,†he nodded “Sir Quincy, Sir Cervantes, please, join me on my trek to the castle to meet my grace. You shall find food and warm beds for the both of you.â€
Streak smiled and replied, "We thank you, your elegance. Your hospitality is most appreciated." After he said this he gave a slight nod of the head. His hand naturally resting on the hilt of his sword. The shield felt natural on his back and seemed to be formed perfectly. Even he was amazed at what he could do with a little bit of time to create the stuff, instead of rushing for protection.
Inside the silvermancer was jumping for joy. He could hardly believe that they'd pulled this off. Now they just had to keep this charade of being knights from Beetlejuice and Hogwarts until they figured out how to get back home. The Duke turned his horse around and started to make his way towards the castle. Streak followed along silently, just waiting for them to get inside and hoped that they didn't have anymore questions to answer. If they did their lie may become to deep and they loose track of all the previous levels of the lie. Some of the guards were still eyeing him, knowing full well that he hadn't answered the question about his eyes. But they figured since the Duke didn't ask him directly maybe it didn't really matter.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 15, 2012 9:33:22 GMT -6
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Streak was just glad that Jorge was going along with everything. They headed for the bush as Shawn started to formulate a plan for getting out of this sticky situation he was digging them in.
Once they got to the bushes he said, "Thanks for going along with this. I'm obviously grasping at straws here."
Streak began to pretend to dig through the bushes like he was looking for a sword. He dipped behind a tree and his color suddenly changed to silver and he pulled out two swords fitting both of them. "Do you want a bow or the sword?" He asked Jorge.
Next he pulled out a couple of shields. One was broad and came to a point at the bottom. He shaped a boar on it and offered it to Jorge. His looked relatively the same except he put a scorpion on it. "Think they'll buy this?"
He retracted the silver from his body and looked normal, except for the eyes of course. "I sure hope this works, otherwise this could be a really short trip."
For the most part he was thinking that they were going to get called out and this bluff wasn't going to work. Maybe the swords would just be a little to much to believe. They started walking back to the Duke and his men with there swords. His was hanging at his side and his shield on his back.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 11, 2012 18:36:29 GMT -6
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'You must be new to these lands, boy," "I am Merek Seymour, Duke of Devonshire. What business do you and your Spaniard have on these lands? Be you spies?"
It was interesting that even in this day and age they immediately thought of spies. Maybe it was something that was always part of human history. Multiple governments spying on other governments. Things were getting to complicated right now to fill up the time with maybes. They needed to diffuse the situation quick and without telling them that they were from the future or anything else that might disrupt their lives. Maybe they'd fall for another lie like the bandits had earlier.
"Boy? Do I really look that young?" Streak asked Jorge more than them. He really didn't care what they thought but calling a 22 year old boy he thought was a bit of an over exaggeration he thought. Either way he tried to keep on the subject as much as possible. "I already told you he's not MY Spaniard." there was a slight pause. "And were not spies. The chain main was to scratchy for me and my friend here had a bad reaction to the cloth y'all use. So we decided to walk around in these clothes since they were more comfortable." Ok it was a bit of a joke but he had a spear at his throat so he figured he was entitled a joke or two.
"Actually, my lord," was that the right way to greet a Duke. He'd never met a Duke before so he wasn't sure. Whatever, he went with it. "We traveled here from a distant land. We have come long and far and seek a place to bed down for the night or two." Ya that could work especially since they didn't know when they would be leaving. His mind raced trying to think of a sensible reason why they were here. "We came for the hospitality of your kings house and we need to ask him, or his wizard, a question or two." It sounded believable enough. Whether they believed him or not he couldn't tell right away. Unfortuantely before he got the chance on if they believed him one of the guards took notice of his eyes.
“Oi, What is wrong with your eyes? Has the devil marked you?â€
Crap. This wasn't good. A few of the other guards took notice of them too for a second before they started grumbling amongst themselves. Things like, "The devil", "Got the devil he does" "Right you are"... and many more mummers were heard for a bit before they all stared. Streak just shook his head. This was something he was trying to avoid. To bad he couldn't. He was used to people saying things about his eyes in his time but here it was a little weirder since they didn't know about mutants yet.
The Duke leaned forward on his horse to get a closer look at Streak's eyes. He did nothing to try and stop it. Maybe he should have but he didn't think it would matter. He couldn't hide his eyes, they hadn't exactly invented sunglasses yet and he left his back in the 21st century. The Duke just nodded his head and sat back up on his horse. His expression was impossible to read and he didn't say anything for a good long minute or two. Then he said, "What do they call you two in your distant lands?"
Shawn thought for a moment. He could give them his normal name but people didn't usually just give a first and last name here. At least the Duke didn't. Maybe it was just a Duke thing but here they could be called anything. Right about now he was really wishing he had paid more attention in History class to the hierarchy of the middle ages. Who knew that stuff would come in handy? Finally he said, "My name is Sir Shawn Quincy, Lord of Beetlejuice. And this is my traveling companion Sir Jorge Cervantes, Duke of Hogwarts and we are X-Knights of the Round Table." Streak looked over at Jorge and shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. Maybe they could pull this off even with the bogus titles. Streak prayed that they would buy it. The Duke himself looked a bit skeptical then he pondered out loud.
"Where are your swords and horses? Surely if you came this great distance you didn't come by foot and certainly without any protection."
Streak had an answer and a plan ready for that. He wasn't sure how he had a plan for the answer so fast but his mouth started working before he could think of a problem said, "They're in the brush back there. We decided to leave them there and enter your domain unarmed as a sign of good faith on both our kingdoms parts. We can get them if you would like us to enter with you." Maybe they'd go for it. If they did then he could create a couple of swords for them and maybe a bow again. If they wanted a guard to go then they would have just called their bluff. It could go either way for the two time travelers.
Posted by Silver Streak on Apr 10, 2012 10:44:30 GMT -6
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When the guy he'd been talking to yelled he spun around ready for anything.Streak hadn't noticed the crowds seemed to be getting more and more rowdy outside. He figured it was just a bunch of other mutants milling about and watching the scene be shot. Fortunately the vandal didn't get far. Unfortunately he was able to throw a brick at the stage. A metallic looking dagger was brought out of his jacket and extended to protecting the producer. The man was then promptly dragged off by the police.
"Yup that pretty much does it for that question. the demonstration, however unwanted, proved to tell him almost everything he wanted to know about his powers. "I can understand that. I know plenty of people who used to be wanted for one reason or another that were afraid to show their face or get to know anyone because thy were so sought after for something they did."
Streak had come across plenty of weird situations at the mansion. That was one of the reasons he had a job. Some just needed protection from others even if they were adults. "I guess that about wraps this scene up. I hope they got what they needed before everything went crazy." But that was show biz and if he was going to be in this movie he would have to be used to it.
The silvermancer didn't want to bring it up but even the mask and voice filter wouldn't stop whoever was looking for Mala Knight if they really wanted to find him. There were always the videos of the interviews that could be stolen.
