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 Amp/Vibe on Jan 31, 2008 19:34:28 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
(OOC: Rats! Rats!! lol)
Well, now.... Vibe hadn't expected him to start laughing as well. Was she having some success in influencing him after all?
He sat down, still laughing, and leaned down to the ground to look at something. Her brows knitted together in confusion. What was he looking at?
Her confusion turned to disgust as she finally identified the rat. "Ick! That's disgusting!" She shuddered, while rolling up the wad of bills in her hand and stuck them down inside the front of her shirt, then turned to leave. She was growing bored, and saw no point in sticking around any longer.
A set of new vibrations reached her senses. She glanced back over her shoulder, to see Naveed still smiling, and something coming from behind him.....
"Ugh!! Rats!!" Vibe yelped and backpedaled in horror. She hated creepy crawlie things! For a split second her hypnotic melody ceased as she unconsciously sent out a distress call to an unexpected source. She resumed the song before the hypnosis wore off however, so the human continued to laugh their breath away. Some had already fainted.
"Keep them AWAY from me!!" She jumped at one of the larger men in her group, and climbed onto his back, and up to his shoulders. He wobbled a bit under the unexpected weight, but she was light, so he managed to hold her up. The others formed a circle and began attacking the swarming rodents.
Had Amp been with her, Vibe could have easily driven the rodents away, even turned them on their master, with her own sounds. But she couldn't give the note sufficient amplification on her own, especially not with this many.
She yelped again as several rats broke through and jumped onto her ride's pantlegs.
"Ack!! ACK!! Keep 'em away!! AIEE!!"
A high-pitched screech sounded from above the crowded sidewalk. A little brown form divebombed Naveed, shrieking and clawing at the man's face. Vibe and Amp's pet bat, Echo, was never far from Vibe these days, and her distress call had reached him. Again, without Amp, Vibe and Echo were on their own, unable to call any other bats to help, but that didn't seem to be fazing Echo.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jan 30, 2008 22:46:52 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
(OOC: Raina, are Naveed's powers sound based, or word/mind-based? In otherwords, if Vibe sees the command, but doesn't hear it, will she still feel compelled to obey? If so, I'll edit this so it makes sense.
Vibe watched the show with ever-growing amusement. It was like a warped version of Simon Says, with the human being ever willing players. Or maybe Tug-o-War....
With the phones in her ears, she couldn't hear what Naveed said, but she could read his lips. It didn't take him long to figure out what she'd done, and how to counter it. As he literally crawled over the crowd, a small smile tugged at her lips.
"Nice Job fishy! Very admerable. But now the tables are turning." He turned and said something to the humans, apparently an order to sit, as the majority of the group sat on the sidewalk. The crowd was growing slightly larger, as curious passers-by approached, and succumbed to either Vibe's melody or Naveed's commands. She noticed a meter maid and a street cop among them.
Her 'chosen' group began returning to her. Naveed turned back to her, and she saw his eyes were glowing red. "Check mate."
The smile emerged a bit more. "Not just yet, pal. C'mere fellas. You guys stay here, keep me company." Her 'chosen' group came to stand by her side, like tin soldiers. "The rest of you stand up. Look at him." As one the humans stood and turned to stare at the tall man. "Smile pretty now." A wave of insincere, toothy smiles descended on the group. "Now..... laugh. At everything he says. If he says to stop laughing, do the opposite. If he says to keep on, keep laughing. If he says to jog in place or turn around, ignore him and keep laughing!" She had to raise her voice to be heard over the sudden uproarious, yet completely heartless, laughter. She also increased the volume of her hypnotic song to its maximum.
Who knows? Maybe she'd be pleasantly surprised and he was just hard of hearing, and couldn't yet hear her song.
She snapped her fingers at her groupies. "Hand over your cash boys. I still need a new wardrobe." She held out her hand, and was rewarded with a hefty clump of bills. She glanced back at Naveed to see how he was handling the mockery.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jan 30, 2008 12:25:49 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Vibe's smirk quickly changed to a scowl. There was no doubt now that this bix lummox was a mutant, and one with his own version of mind-control. A version that apparently trumped hers. A sudden paranoia filled her. She snapped her fingers at a nearby teenager that had fallen under melodic influence.
"Gimme your ipod," she ordered. He obeyed willingly, and she quickly slipped the neckphones on, and turned the music up full blast. It didn't take much, and the noise irritated her sensitive hearing. But since her own powers were sound based, she hoped his were as well.
She glared daggers at the tall man, trying to figure a way around this dilemma. Eventually a small smile penetrated the glare. She strode forward and tapped several men of different ages on the shoulders.
"C'mere boys, gotta job for you. Huddle." Having become nothing more than robots, they obeyed, while the others continued to beat against the invisible wall. She moved away from Naveed, and whispered to her new charges. "Get me whatever valuables he has. And anything he tells you to do, do the opposite. Go'n now. Make me proud boys."
Vibe leaned back, still smiling, as her group moved to do her bidding. She began flipping through the ipod, to see if there was a decent music selection.
(OOC: No idea if that will work, but I thought it might be fun to see. ;D)
Vibe's frown deepened a bit. He wasn't falling for her melody. She hadn't yet run across a human who could resist it, so that must mean he was a mutant, probably one with psychic abilities of some sort. Not someone she should toy with on her own.
<"Of course, I'm not completely on my own..."> she thought, seeing the dull-eyed crowd around them.
"You've got some attitude. Too much for someone so small."
She sneered. "You have no idea."
"Apology? For what? You walked into me little girl."
"Uh, no, I don't think so. You nearly knocked me over, which means you are in my way. Ya oughta try watchin' the road once in awhile Goliath."
And then he grinned at her. She couldn't believe, he was grinning at her. So now she was amusing? Like a clown? And his next words served to further rile her up.
"I think you better head back to your little pond big fish... because this is the ocean and out here you'll get eaten."
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Little pond? Fish in the ocean? Puh-lease!" She took a closer look, then let an incredulous laugh escape her. He was serious!
Okay, then, she could play along. As long as the Stalkers didn't show up....
She turned and eyed the humans standing around. "I think he owes me some monetary compensation," she announced. "Don't you?"
A monotone "Yes," rippled through the group.
"Good." Vibe smiled and stepped back. "Get it for me."
As one the crowd began to press in on the tall man, hands groping for all of his pockets, looking for a wallet or cashclip, or some other form of money. The redhead leaned against a wall and watched, a devilish smile on her face as she waited for the results.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jan 29, 2008 14:11:40 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
(OOC: Will do, and the same goes for Vibe. Hmm.... two versions of mind control meeting up in the middle of New York.... *sings* Possibilities..... )
Vibe blinked, and shook her head slightly. The last thing she remembered was being nearly bowled over. He must have hit her pretty hard, since she had a momentary blank-out. She glared up at the man who was still standing over her.
"Watch it Paul Bunyan! You don't own the sidewalk." She glowered, then a fleeting idea penetrated the anger. She crossed her arms. "Don't you owe me an apology? Or maybe something else?"
Vibe began running her fingernail over the armband she wore on her upper arm. A soft note began to make itself heard. A small crowd began to form around the two facing off, falling victim to the hypnotic melody, and awaiting an order. She watched the tall man for any signs that he, too, was falling under the song's influence. She saw no reason he wouldn't, assuming that he was simply like every other human walking by.
Vibe ignored most of the people passing her by; her concentration focused on finding a likely suspect for profitable pickpocketing. But one particularly large man nearly knocked her over. She looked up and opened her mouth in preparation to give him a piece of her mind....
"Watch it!"
.... and promptly forgot what she was going to say. Instead her mouth snapped shut, and she stood there, in his path, staring up at him blankly. She didn't think he was fascinating, by any means, except for maybe his size compared to her. Of course she was used to Abyss's size, so it wasn't as if he overwhelmed her or anything.
But for some reason she just felt compelled to watch his every move now.
(OOC: Open to anyone looking for some rp time to kill. But, uh, don't necessarily expect a friendly welcome. )
Vibe had been going stir crazy, stuck in the Labs with nothing to do but train, a rather useless task as far as she was concerned, since her abilities were useless without Amp. Even her hypnosong didn't seem to work. Finally, she'd had enough. She needed air. So she had stalked to the garage, found the nearest car with keys in it, and taken off, though not before one of the Lab security guards handed her an ugly watch with a tracker in it. She tossed the thing in the back seat as she took off. She had the cellphone Mars had given her, and she felt that was enough.
She left the car in a parking garage, preferring to walk around the city; traffic was too much of a bother to deal with. She was dressed down, in plain blue jeans and a white tee, with a long coat against the chill air. She had her long red hair tied back in a braid, and tinted glasses over her eyes. Going against her chaos-craving attitude, she had decided to try and keep a low profile. Stalkers still were on the look out for mutants, and she definitely didn't want to draw their attention.
But still, she needed some decent clothes. In her size. She headed out of the garage and out onto the street. First things first. She needed money to spend, having only brought a little cash.
She paused at a corner to eye the ever-fluctuating crowd for a likely victim.
"Somehow I predict our invitations will get lost in the mail. We may have to crash their little party."
Amp smiled tightly. "Gladly. Party crashing is a favorite passtime..."
“Yeah well, I bet there service there will be terrible as well. Just look at the catering service here. Not even a proper drink.”
Amp didn't turn quickly enough to catch the entire phrase; plush she had a harder time reading the girl's lips, due to the feline features. But she did make out the word 'drink'. She swallowed, suddenly realizing she, too, had a dry throat.
She noticed Isabel fiddling with her bracelet, and glanced down at the two she'd been cuffed with. She snorted.
"Usually I like free jewelry.... But couldn't they have made them gold?" she grumbled to no one in particular. "What are they supposed to do? Kill you from fashion disgust?" Without Vibe around, she had no way of finding out on her own, even accidently.
Amp felt Isabel's hand on hers. She didn't know much about the girl, other than she had a killer throw, but she was grateful for the support. She turned her head slightly, and managed a weak smile at the other girl, though her eyes were still dull.
The feline-featured mutant entered not long after. With a sigh, Amp sat herself upright and leaned against the side of the van. An expression that, on a better day, could have passed for fiesty crossed her face.
"So, all that attention for just the three of us, huh? I'm flattered. Think they'll give us such an escort to the policemen's ball this year?"
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Oct 28, 2007 17:43:03 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp 'felt' Isabel make a break for freedom. She didn't follow, or pay attention. In fact, she didn't even get to her feet. Had it been her choice she would have simply laid there. But that wasn't in the plans apparently.
She was hauled roughly out of the van an into the Registration line. She probably would have collapsed there as well, but guards holding her from either side kept her on her feet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Isabel being dragged into the line, her bid for freedom cut short by those creepy mechanical monsters.
Once she reached the front of the line, one of the guards spoke to the registrar.
"Caught one of those sound manipulator twins that have been vandalizing the city, and caused that.... incident.... over in Times Square."
"The other one got away," the second guard reported. "But at least we got one."
"We'll get the other. She'll try and get her sister back. Tell crowd control to be on the lookout, and keep the earplugs in."
"Will do."
"She looks a lot younger than Fields said she was."
Amp hear none of it, nor did she care. With her head lowered, she wasn't reading lips. For that reason she didn't answer any questions put to her. Thinking she was simply being stuborn, one of the guards grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up.
"Answer the questions, freak!"
Amp glared silently, and was slapped hard enough to jerk her head painfully sideways, before being yanked backwards again.
"Speak up!"
She answered, alright, by spitting in the guards' face. Of course that earned her both a gun butt across the face and a fist in the small of her back, dropping her to her knees. She literally bit her tongue against crying out. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
"Double cuff her, in case she has another mutation. We'll get answers from her later. A few days in the camps should break her down enough."
She was hauled to her feet, a bracelet cuffed on each wrist, then tossed back into the van she came in. She lay where she fell, grateful for the silent darkness.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Oct 23, 2007 13:48:23 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp lay off to one side of the armored truck, where she'd been tossed by one of the mechanic monstrosities earlier. She was bruised all over, several ribs were cracked, her clothing was torn in various places, and she was covered in brick dust. Her ankle was twisted again, and a long, ugly scrape was bleeding along her back, where she'd been thrown across a crumbled piece of stone wall. Eventually the pain from the jolting and bumping of the ride jarred her awake, and kept her that way.
But none of it mattered. She was numb, physically, emotionally, mentally. She could feel that there were others there as well, though she couldn't hear them. Nor did she care. In a part of her mind, where there should have been a steady, familiar vibration, there was nothing but silence. Up until that point she had forgotten that her bones vibrated ever so slightly when she was with her sister. It was a minor side effect of their mutation, like white noise; you didn't notice it was there until it was gone.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Aug 17, 2007 20:00:08 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
The girls paused outside the pawnshop, glancing around for a moment. This was a rather seedy part of town, moreso than usual. Trash lined the streets, both in torn up black bags and strewn loose. The buildings were so close together that you didn’t need to jump from one apartment to another; you could just step across. There were slightly larger alleyways every couple of buildings, just large enough for two people to walk side by side. Most of those, however, were occupied by drunks and/or homeless persons. And then, about once every other block, you’d come across one alley large enough to house a dumpster. The buildings were an ugly dark red brick, with shaky fire escapes, broken windows, torn up yards and junked out cars, and even during the day the place seemed dark and gloomy. Given their taste for luxury, it was the last place one would expect to find the Sonic Sisters. Yet the girls were very familiar with the area, and with the pawnshop’s owner.
Amp pushed open the door, ignoring the annoying the rather sick-sound bell that announced their entrance.
>That is a sorry excuse for a ring,< Vibe remarked. Amp chuckled then bellowed out, ”Nico! Front and center!”
”What?!” a muffled voice came from the back. The girls wove their way through the junky shop toward what should have been a counter. At the moment it was being used as a laundry folding station; or at least that’s what it looked like, covered in garmets of all shapes and size. The Twins exchanged a disgusted look when they saw a pair of men’s underwear among the pile.
”Ugh! Lowering your standards a bit, aren’t ya Nico?”
”Eh? What? Who wants to know?” A man emerged from a beaded curtain behind the counter. He was mid-height, with slicked back black hair that was thinning badly from the sides in, and had a major beer belly sticking out from under a black muscle shirt. He squinted at the girls from behind a pair of plastic-framed granny glasses. ”Ooh, you two again. ‘Dos? Eh, dem’s me bruddah’s. Don’t know how ta do his own laundry.” The girls raised and eyebrow, their expressions clearly saying, Yeah, right. ”So, you been out cleaning up the neighborhood again, eh?”
Amp gave him a sly grin. ”Oh yeah. Got some interesting ‘litter’ to share with ya, somethin’ real special. Check it out.” Amp pulled out the ring she and Vibe had picked up from that drunk guy at the Mansion. She didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the man who had lost it to the drunk, nor the woman it was probably meant for. ‘Sorry honey, some drunk stole your engagement ring’ was probably not a good way to start out a marriage proposal.
Nico pulled out a beat up jeweler’s loop, and took a closer look at the little half-carat diamond. After a moment he grunted.
”Eh. Bad color. Small. Flawed. Eh, I’ll give ya a hundred for it.”
Amp scoffed and snatched it back. ”A hundred? Please! I may as well keep it for that. We want at least five.”
”Whadda I look like? A bank? I ain’t givin’ you nos five hundred for that pebble! One fifty.”
”No, you don’t look like a bank, unless it’s a piggy bank. Look at that gut!” She smacked him in his stomach. ”Four seventy-five.”
”You must have knocked down a few too many walls and hit ya head Red. Two hundred, no more.”
While the two of them continued the haggling game, Vibe wandered around the store. There was very little there that held any interest to her. There was everything from used clothes to musical instruments to computer parts to pictures. She even saw a bag of expired dog food in one corner.
>Uh, yeah. Eeww!< She had what some would call ‘gourmet taste’, and this pawnshop was far from high-class. Still, Nico never asked questions, and paid in cash, and that’s all that the girls cared about.
With a sigh and roll off her eyes, Vibe sat down at a small piano on one wall. It was fairly clean, the only reason she risked touching it. She crossed her legs and placed one hand on the mantle. Out of habit she began tapping the surface of the antique. The taps soon evolved into tracing small circles.
At first none of them were aware of it, but a sound soon could be heard in the air, faint yet persistent, a single note. Suddenly Nico’s speech began to slur a bit.
”C’mon Red, ya gotta understand. Can’t go more’n three... three-twenie... I’m a busine... bizman... nesman...”
”Say what?” Amp, watching his lips, couldn’t make out what he’d said, so she repeated herself. ”Sorry Nico, I want four hundred. Nico? Nico. Hey! Yoo hoo!” Amp waved her hand in front of the man’s face. He had seemed to freeze in place, his eyes unfocused. She turned to find her sister, and found her also daydreaming. She started to call out to her, then paused. She saw Vibe’s finger tracing the circles. Suddenly she became aware of a vibration coming from her, one that was different than her usual. Amp wasn’t doing anything with it, yet it was still... different....
Amp glanced back at Nico, then back to Vibe. Curious, she walked over to her sister. Vibe heard her coming and turned to look at her, coming out of her daydream. She stopped tracing. The sound stopped. >What’s wrong?<
Nico shuddered, and shook his head. ”Wha? Where was I?” He blinked as if he were confused. Amp turned back to Vibe.
”Hey, do that tracing thing again.”
>What? This? Why?< She began tracing circles again. This time she heard the resulting note, similar to when you run your finger over the rim of a glass of water. Again that dull look came over Nico. Amp raised an eyebrow. She leaned over, an idea suddenly coming to her. She began feeling around the piano, eventually finding the latch to open the lid. Sitting amongst the string inside the instrument was a roll of velvet, tied with a ribbon. She untied the ribbon and unrolled it. Nestled inside the soft fabric was a set of tuning forks, in perfect condition. Amp gave her sister a triumphant smile, a devilish idea entering her mind. She turned and yelled at the pawnshop owner.
”Hey Nico! Make it four-fifty and these forks, and you got yourself a deal!”
The shop owner blinked as if in a daze. Several minutes later the red-headed twins were strolling back down the seedy backstreets, cash and forks in hand. Vibe gave her sister an exasperated look.
>And what, pray tell, do ya plan to use those for?<
“Me? Nothing. But I think I know a way you can use ‘em. A very profitable way.”
>Huh?<
“Trust me, sis. I’ll show you back at the Sanct. We can go shopping later. This will be more fun. Loads more.”
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jul 14, 2007 23:04:06 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp kept up her watch, just in case he decided to circle back. Once sure he was gone, they both let out a sigh, half relieved, half frustrated. They took a few minutes to catch their breath.
At one point Amp punched at the wall, leaving a fist-size crater. She cringed, then leaned back. The pair could literally hear each others' hearts pounding.
It was several more minutes before they worked up the energy to head back to the ferry, and the Sanctuary. The trip was unusually quiet, an air of depression and anger hanging about them.
>There's gotta be a way around that shield.<
Amp merely sulked quietly, watching the water drift by.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jul 11, 2007 22:09:09 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
The cat that had been watching nearby hissed again, and began yowling, enough to cause anyone nearby major annoyance. Another cat appeared from around the corner, also growling and arching. Several others appeared as well, until there were nearly a dozen felines on the promenade. All of them were obviously piqued, but for no visible reason.
Up above in the many nooks and crannies of Lady Liberty's skirts, the pigeons began rustling their feathers nervously. Within a few seconds they began to take to the air, circling the area where Zephyr stood. The tourists that had braved the area quickly vacated again, fearing bird droppings.
Another rustle of wings kicked up as well inside the statue; bat wings. Awakened early from their sleep, they began circling in confusion, and eventually found their way into the light of day. With so many creatures acting so oddly, tourists began leaving the area, headed for the pier.
Without warning the animals' strange behavior escalated into madness. The bats and pigeons swerved downward in their flight to swarm Zephyr. The cats began attacking anything with wings. Since Zephyr was in the midst of the commotion, he too was considered a target for their claws and teeth. All of the creatures were driven insane by sounds both too high and too low for normal humans to hear or even sense. There was no sense at all in the attack, merely pure confusion.
A rumble began building below the ground, growing in intesity. Suddenly the pile of debris exploded outward. Shards of rock were sent flying with enough force to pierce and shred the walls and railings.
The red-headed pair glared at him from the middle of the rubble pile, eyes blazing with pure hatred. By creating the vacuum 'shield', he had managed to find their one phobia; fear of space, a vacuum where sound couldn't exist. And without sound, the Sonic Sisters were separated from each other, powerless. If they could have they would have sent a blast through him powerful enough to rupture every single vital organ.
But that last attack had unnerved them, thrown them off-balance. And while the girls were proud, they weren't stupid. They were badly bruised and hurt, and needed to recover. So they did the smart thing.
They ran.
Another wave of sonic shockwaves was sent through the air, aimed above Zephyr, then pulled downward on top of him. Even as the attack was delivered, the girls had launched themselves over the railing, Amp cushioning their fall. They headed for the museum entrance, knowing they couldn't outrun him on the water. Instead they found a spot inside to hide. Amp placed a hand on the floor. After finding him again, she kept track of Zephyr's every move.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jul 11, 2007 20:40:59 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
>What happened??<
The pair frowned as they felt their simply attack disappear. Apparently Zephyr was as surprised as they were, to judge from the initial look in his eyes.
>Try again.< But a second attack also vanished without a trace. Amp clenched her fists as she began to figure out why. If he was doing what she thought....
>I don't like the way he's looking at us...<
The pair exchanged a nervous glance and took a step back. Almost unconsciously Amp began sending sonic pulses outward in another 'cushion' of vibrations.
Both of them felt the sudden rush of air, but it seemed his aim was off, as they didn't feel anything come up against their vibrating 'shield'.
"Something wrong with your aim?" Amp taunted.
The sound of grating came from above them. Amp reacted without thinking, amplifying the 'shield' vibrations tenfold. But the rock bearing down on them was too close to be completely crushed. It came crashing down in chunks and pieces, burying the girls in rubble. The area suddenly fell silent.
)
)