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.
>> “It is settled then Jezebel, Let’s Celebrate! Afterwards I can show you the sanctuary and introduce you to Abyss and Jupiter and Saturn and Mars and Venus, Pluto doesn’t live with us anymore, he’s confused about stuff, but that’s ok, I’ll introduce you to Syn and Isabel and everyone else we can find at the Sanct. Oh, Watch out for Venus, I think he will think of you in a different way than a sister. He tends to make googley eyes at pretty girls.”
Jezebel blinked as her smile stretched wider than she could have imagined. Syn? She remembered that saucy little red-and-black haired woman from almost ages ago. She had appeared at the doorsteps of that place and Syn had been the one kind enough to bring in Penelope and allow her test out of her home’s training system. The place was so magnificent that Jezebel had always promised herself that she would go back; unfortunately Penelope had her on a pretty tight leash lately.
But, here she was, reveling in this oddest of coincidences; she simply could not pass up meeting seven brothers! And she even remembered that Syn had mentioned having brothers; brothers that were a lot like her.
>> “But, what should we do?”
Jezebel had to admit that that was the million dollar question. What could possibly be the best way to celebrate this chance meeting? She just made a friend, no, more than a friend, a brother. Whatever they decided to do, she knew that it would have to be huge! Something like this did not happen every day.
But as she thought about it, turning her eyes to roam over the surrounding streets and businesses, she was finding a significant lack of options. What could be good for a couple of chuckles around this part of town?
>> “Or we could go have a…friendly debate.”
Her eyes settled on the protestors across the street. A glance at Mercury proved that he too had seen them. Lips stretched into a wicked smile, she licked her lips and practically tasted the hurt and pain she would cause these pathetic excuses for living beings. Fists formed, knuckles cracked, she began to step forward but was paused when Mercury nodded back to the apple store.
>> “ Bring her?”
A look of pure, malicious joy swept across her features as she nodded eagerly.
“Oh, happy to do so,”[/b] she muttered as she stormed up to the store and smiled at the woman that was cowering on the other side of the glass. Balling up her fist, she reached back and suddenly lashed out, striking the pane with everything she had. Instantly the glass crumbled and shattered, raining down onto the ground with thousands of tiny, reflective shards and leaving the woman on the other side whimpering and shaking with fear.
“N-No! Plea—MMPH!!”
Jezebel was quick to seize the woman by her face, causing her to scream muffled screams into the palm of her hand. The Amazon giggled at the tickling sensation, turned on her heel, and sauntered out of the store. The woman flailed and struggled but there was no escaping her grip.
Upon catching up to Mercury, she grinned as she saw the look of fright on all the protestors. Those that were the true cowards she believed them to be, ran off, while the stupider ones remained behind. Mixed were their expressions of shock, hatred, and terror. But men were always braver in groups. All it took was one person, a man with a glass beer bottle in his hand to ignite the powder keg that was Jezebel and Mercury.
The shiny glass hurtled through the air and shattered pathetically against Jezebel’s chest. Her brow raised, she lifted her gaze to man in the midst of the group and narrowed her eyes.
“MUTIE GO HOME!!”
“Shuddap! They’ll kill us!!”
“We have a right to peaceful protest!!”
“FREAKS!!!!”
Jezebel’s smile only widened with every derogatory word…
Penelope was a bundle of excitement as she sat in the passenger seat of her sister’s powder blue Prius. A silly smile was etched across her lips as she stared out at the passing world, watching the trees whip by from the edge of the street, smelling the grass that wafted in through the window, feel the warmth of the sunlight on her face. Outside was pleasant, and inside of her stomach she was just so happy that she could have burst into thousands of tiny pieces.
Today was the day. Today, they were FINALLY going to see the school that Chase had told her about. It seemed like weeks, MONTHS passed that Penelope had begged her sister to take her there. From everything that Chase had said about it, the place seemed so great. Mutants! It was full of mutants! People with powers just like her parents! Just like her!
She sighed gratefully. She was so happy to be taking a look at it. The other place, the Sanctuary place that Lilith seemed to like so much was okay, but Penelope always felt sad whenever she went there. She didn’t know why. But this place, the Mansion, it seemed like it would be so much cooler! So much more friendly.
“Are we there yet?” Penelope asked, squealing as she hopped around in her seat.
Lililth smirked, enjoying this time that Penelope was just being Penelope. She nodded her head as she glanced at her GPS. “Almost baby. Just a little further up.”
But Lilith didn’t even need to say that much. It seemed that as soon as she started to speak, Penelope caught sight of their destination. Up ahead she could see the looming rooftops of the mansion. Even from far away she was astounded by the sheer size. What was even better was that she caught the odd site or two of mutants! She could have swore that she saw some redhead floating through the air, wearing a thick metal belt!
Looming closer, she sighed in relief when she saw that they were approaching the large gate with security. They were finally here! And it looked so safe.
As soon as they came to a stop, Penelope giggled as she unlatched her seat belt and hopped out of the car before her sister.
“Penelope! Come back here!”
But she was far too excited. Her thick, finely curled hair bounced around as she dashed up to the gate. Clad in a pink t-shirt with a large unicorn on it, she smiled as she stuffed her hands into her jeans and pulled out a card that Chase’s mommy had given her.
“Uh! Excuse me!” she beamed as the kindly looking security guard came up to the fence. Already she could hear Lilith’s footsteps coming up behind her. “My friend goes here. He said he would show me around. His name is Chase. Can you get him?”
She felt a squeeze on her shoulder from her sister.
“Oh,” she said as she cleared her throat. “I mean, pleeeeease?”
>> “Yeah, that'd be great…My mommy works there, so… maybe she can give you an address or something. Or a business card. That way you know how to get there. Or at least can figure out, y’know?”[/color]
Penelope beamed. She really liked this idea! And, the best part of all of it, was that she was able to make a new friend in Chase. He seemed like an absolutely blast to be around, he was sweet, he was brave, and he even had cool superpowers just like her parents! Unfortunately her experience with fellow mutants was not always a pleasant one so far. Most were either scared or liars. It was good to meet a mutant that was as honest as his face.
Well, at least that is what Penelope hoped. In all reality, she knew nothing about Chase other than whatever she learned today. At this point, all she knew was his name, he had a mommy, he was brave, fast, and he had powers.
But, something in her gut told her that she could trust him. Even though, every once in awhile, she could hear the snickering of her alter ego inside of her ear, Penelope was stalwart to ignore it; Jezebel was NOT[/b] going to ruin this friendship.
She beamed at Chase and nodded firmly.
“That would be nice!” she announced jovially. “I’d like to meet your mom.”
Jezebel laughed hysterically as she strutted towards the arrow shooter, feeling the last volley strike her chest, well, barely. It had to pass through the body of her last victim whom she worn like a brooch. The arrow point barely pierced into her left breast, but it was just enough pain to make her laugh hysterically at the attempt. The little native sure was a stubborn one who didn’t seem to get that this fight was already over. She could pop out as many clones as she wanted Jezebel was just going to have fun decimating one after another, after another, after another.
But, at the same time, she secretly rooted the girl on. After all, Jezebel always loved a good fight since the constant action seemed to provide the fire in her belly that kept her going. So, by all means, let the little Indian continue her onslaught. It would only prove to her own undoing.
She tilted her head as followed the lead knowing all too well that she had probably sent the other clone off on another suicide mission.
“How does it feel, sweetie?”[/b] she asked in a sultry manner. “You produce and send off so many to die. You think I’m a monster?”[/b] She laughed, loud and hard, twirling her trident around her as she stalked forward. “I kill! But I kill strangers! You? Hehehehehe, YOU SEND YOUR OWN CHILDREN TO SLAUGHTER!!! HAHAHAHAAHAH!!!”[/b]
She smirked and dragged the point of her trident along the ground, leaving a groove in the dirt as she watched native back away, her arrows dwindling down to nothing. But, as he made ready to heft up her trident, she paused when a rather obnoxious voice called at her from behind.
>> "Eh! Eh, Big Red! Wassa'matter? Lemme guess, yer Boyfriend dumped you because ya got more'uva a package than he does! Naw, wait... Ain't you the governor of California? EauggEUUAAgggGG! EEEUUgGGAHAHUUUGAGAG!"[/color]
The Amazon rolled her eyes. If ever there was a more pathetic attempt at causing a distraction, she didn’t know of it. But, she might as well play along since the crowd seemed to be enjoying all the bloodshed. The body of her former badge melted away and she frowned a little at that. She grinned as she turned to eye the second clone that was causing the disturbance.
“Aw, honey,”[/b] she pouted a little as she looked at her. “You broke my heart saying all that.”[/b] she pretended to sniffle and rub fake tears out of her eyes. But that look quickly disappeared and was replaced by one of disturbed malevolence. “Why don’t you give me yours?”[/b] she said as she hefted up her long reaching trident and stabbed outward, towards the clone’s chest. “I could always use a snack!! HAHAHEEHEHEHAHAAHEH!!”[/b]
Jezebel eyed the excited man has he bounded around her (if he was checking her out, she didn’t know) and returned to facing her front. He was an excitable guy but it was not something to over look because it was obvious that he was strong. Was he stronger than her? Jezebel eyed him, an equally excited smile on her face, and even though he noted that he was shorter (not by much), he seemed filled to the brim with muscles. She would have to stay on his good side.
But, judging by his excitement, she doubted that she was going to have much trouble with that.
>> “I am like you, and you are like me, but You don’t have a tail?”
“Uh, no,”[/b] she confessed as she tilted her head and eyed the monkey-like tail that wagged back and forth. It was almost like this guy was a puppy but she was not going to judge. She was still marveling that she found something that looked almost exactly like her!
>> ‘Still, I think you must be related to me and my brothers…There are Six more. Pluto, Mars, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter and Abyss…They all look exactly like me though…And well You’ve definitely got sister parts… Still…You look more like us than our other sisters.”
Her eyes went wide with surprise. There were more? The wheels in her turned at the possibilities as she tried to take everything in! The simple fact that there could be more than just her was overwhelming! Did her parents lie? Was she REALLY their daughter or did she get separated from people like Mercury? The simple fact that there was someone who looked almost exactly like her couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it?
>> “I think you are my sister. Are you My sister? If you aren’t, do you want to be?”
The smile that crack her face was so wide and bright that it showed she couldn’t be happier. The red skinned Amazonian giggled a bit madly as she nodded her head up and down with enthusiasm.
“I…don’t know if I am your sister, Mercury,”[/b] she said honestly. The grin never once evaporated. “But I would love to! My parents are gone! And I’m stuck with a human for a fake sister! I need a real family! We should celebrate!!”[/b] she squealed a little as she suddenly hugged the massive red man in front of her. This was going to be fantastic!
Jezebel cracked her neck to the side as she raised herself into a fully upright position and looked into the glaring, bright white store. A place like this shouldn’t be so garish and offensive to the eyes. On top of that, it was teeming with humans who shuffled about, picking out the latest and greatest forms of technology, adding to the growing trash that they refused to clean up after themselves. Jezebel sniffed disdainfully at this. Humans were like locusts, chewing up anything that was new and leaving only ruin behind them.
She sneered as a particularly “trendy” looking human female, a blonde with think sunglasses, large earrings, and clothes that left little to the imagine, as she wandered throughout the store. She fished around in her purse and pulled out a variety of devices, evidently looking for the one that was ringing. So many cell phones; such a waste.
Jezebel shook her head. It would do the world a lot of good to just level this entire store. It was only glass and plastic, after all. It couldn’t withstand her.
But, just as she was about to make her mind to do so, her vision was suddenly impeded on a rather LARGE man who peered at her through the window. Jezebel…found herself awestruck; the man was red-skinned, muscular, and almost as tall as her. She really felt, in that moment, that she was staring at a male doppelganger of herself.
Shock was evident on her face as the male bounded out of the store, iPod in pocket, and smiling the biggest, most infectious, smile she had ever seen.
>> ”Hello!”
The announcement was so cheerful that Jezebel couldn’t help but giggle madly at the sound of it. She was not condescending to him, far from it! She was simply as excited as he was!
>> “My name is Mercury, What’s yours?”
“Hi Mercury!”[/b] she announced with great pleasure. Her smile was unfaltering as she looked down (only by a little) at the massive creature. “I’m Jezebel!!”[/b] She couldn’t help herself so she started to slowly bound from side to side, eyeing the man up and down, peering closely at his skin. She was nearly the same shade of red as he was! The coincidences were just too much to make sense of. “A-Are you like me? Are we related?!”[/b] she asked in a happy and giggling voice.
Off to the side, the blonde who had just made her latest purchase, was exiting the store and suddenly screamed in fright. She dropped her new purchase of the latest iPhone and dashed back into the store, looking as if she were about to faint. Jezebel, of course, ignored her since she was much too interested in this newfound person, a friend she dared to hope.
The sounds of grunting and growling and ripping clothes echoed out from one of the alleys behind the Apple store on 56th street. Anyone passing by would have heard it, but few, if any people, would have been brave enough to go trudging into the dark, grungy alley in search of the source. This was New York and people learned to keep to themselves; leave games like playing Hero up to the people who worn the uniforms or danced about the city with their own brand of superpowers.
But, had something wandered down the dark expanse, through the tipped over trashcans, over the puddles of stagnant water, passed the slime covered walls, they would have definitely beheld a sight.
Curled up, against one of the damp, brick walls, was the small body of a young girl. Dark-skinned, curly-haired, and with a face that could light up a room, Penelope Pepper was in the throes of an internal battle as she fought hard against the invisible enemies that shouted inside her head. Dressed simply in overalls and with a tie-dyed shirt, she definitely looked out of place amongst the much and grossness of the alley. But, quickly, that vision began to fade.
Tiny dots, as red as crimson, dotted her brow and began to pour down all the features of her face and hands. Before long, the liquid that erupted from her pores like sweat flowed with such ferocity that one would have assumed she was a child possessed—well, in a manner, she was. Possessed by a creature power from mutation, a personality that wanted to come out and play and did so at any price necessary—even leading a young girl into a dark, dank alley, away from her only family, just so that she could have a night or two of fun.
Soon, encased in crimson, the liquid hardened into a substance resembling flesh that soon covered her from top to bottom. The substance quickly grew taller, more defined, taking on the shape of a muscular, seven foot tall, Amazonian woman that would tower over the tallest man. Thick, glossy black hair crept out from the scalp and grew to a length that reached just past her hips and hung loose about her twenty-five year old looking, naked body.
Within moments, the transformation was complete. Standing, barefoot, in the empty alley was a true beast of ferocity. Flashing, yellow eyes darted about, eyeing her surroundings, while her full and provocative lips curled into a most twisted smile. One deep breath and she sighed with the satisfaction of a prisoner just released from jail. She could taste the crisp freedom in the air as she flexed her powerful muscles to loosen and ready them for the hellish night that she looked forward to having. The heat from her belly grew and fended off the cold as she leaned over, plucking up the small bag that she had forced Penelope to carry. Instantly she pulled out set of black leather clothing, the type that a biker would wear. It hardly took a moment for her to pulled on the tight pants that conformed to her body (revealing a tear tastefully placed here and there), the black top, and a black leather jacket that she got from someone who attempted to get fresh with her.
With heavy black boots on her feet, the tall, powerhouse of a woman grinned wide as she exited the alley and peered around the corners. The harsh white glow of the Apple store irritated her eyes, but that irritation only served a wicked smile across her features. Oh…she would have fun out tonight. Maybe she would start there…
Whelp! My little Penelope / Jezebel needs a new thread or two! So, anyone up for that? Here are some quicks stats about her:
* Penelope is a young girl that can shift into a 7 foot-tall amazon named Jezebel when provoked (though she rarely has memory of what Jezebel does).
* Jezebel HATES all humans with complete and utter disgust. She will gladly believe a mutant before she believes a human and will take a mutant's sides on all matters. Unless the mutant attempts to get in her way of hurting a human, then she will be down for a fight.
* The thread can either center around Penelope alone, Jezebel alone, or she can be witnessed shifting (I'm good with any option!).
* I would like to push Penelope or Jezebel (both?) to the Order so that is a plus if you have an idea.
Anyways, I am open for any and all ideas! So, drop me a line here or PM me! I'm good with any option!
Penelope was still in awe of this boy. He had such a talented power and yet he seemed so scared or disturbed by it. Why? If anything, her parents taught her to accept and love whatever powers a person had. Though…they didn’t get to live to see her own “powers” and there were many times that Penelope herself really didn’t appreciate Jezebel. Maybe it was just because she was a different case? Whatever the reason, this was not about her; it was about Chase.
She giggled when, after she punched his arm lightly, he shoved her shoulder in just as playful a manner. She was liking him more and more. Even though boys were weird, and Chase was still a boy, at least he was more interesting than the usual friends she made.
Heck…maybe…he’d even stick around whenever she finally told him about Jezebel…
>> “I’m not a hero…But I know some—I go to school where there are lots of ‘m.”[/color]
Upon hearing this, the young girl’s eyes widen like saucers. A look of pleasant surprise came across her lips as she eyed Chase, trying to momentarily assess whether or not he was lying, before finally just becoming a full on grin.
An entire SCHOOL[/b] for heroes? For people like Chase?! Penelope had never heard of such a thing and it was something that immediately grabbed her interest. Before she could help herself, she found herself grinning wide and brightly at the prospect. She didn’t have to be alone?
She beamed as she turned her full attention onto Chase again.
“That is so cool! C-Can I visit one day?” she asked, almost a little timidly. This was a major thing in her life, knowing of the existence of this school. She wanted to handle the matter as gently as possible. “Maybe my sister can take me, and, you know, you can show us around?”
Jezebel was just having far too much! She had attempted to dislocate the jaw of one of her opponents but the little worm managed to be far faster than Jezebel could have anticipated. She swung, hard, with the trident, but only struck empty air as the young clone slipped through her legs and attempted to slash out with a pair of knives. Just as those sunk in, Jezebel turned in time to see the leader of these clones notch an arrow and let it loose in fraction of a second. Jezebel barely heard it soar through the air before she felt the THUNK of it piercing her skin of her collar.
Yellow eyes wide, she gasped and fell to her knees with a loud THUD[/b]. She didn’t acknowledge the clone that was charging directly at her with a rather wicked looking blade in her hands. Instead, the amazon knelt there, looking like she was on the verge of death and was going to slip away at any passing moment.
Apparently the slacked look on her face, the slumping of her shoulders, and the trident lifeless on the ground made her look just harmless enough for the clone to stop. She lowered her arm and slowly moved closer, keeping the blade at her hip but beginning to grin with naivety. The clone was happy that the fight was looking like it was over. As a matter of fact, as she stepped closer, she nudged the red woman with her toe before she turned and beamed proudly back to her original.
“Hehehe, boss! We won! We did it—URK!”
The movement was so fast that it was too late to dodge it. Jezebel’s massive arms suddenly lashed out, grabbed the young clone and began to stand. Hefting her up be her arms, she squeezed, tightly, crushing the bones underneath and forcing the clone to drop the blade she had held. Though Jezebel had looked like she was close to dying, a cautious warrior would have noticed something…she wasn’t bleeding. That’s the good thing about being the warrior avatar for a little girl…much harder target to hit.
A look of soothingly, motherly attention crept across her features as she regarded the clone she held closely. Sweetly she tutted the squirming girl who was obviously wracked with pain due to two broken arms.
“Shhh baby, shhhh,”[/b] she smiled. “It’s okay, it won’t hurt that much longer. Come here, let auntie Jezebel give you a hug…”[/b]
The clone flailed as Jezebel slowly pulled the clone in for a tight hug. But it was a horrible sight to behold. Not only was there red muscle and stained armor everywhere, but clone watched every second as the arrow that had pierced the woman’s collar drew nearer. Jezebel smirked as the clone attempted to flail harder, an action that is to be expected when one see’s the shaft of an arrow edging closer to within one eyesight.
The scream was choked against Jezebel’s bosom and, just as quickly as it began, it ended. Jezebel smirked as she stood up right, paying little attention to the lifeless form that was impaled upon the still embedded arrow. She grinned, wide, wearing her new “trophy” proudly as she picked up her trident and turned back to the clone and the original.
“Come on, sweeties,”[/b] she said gently. “Auntie Jez isn’t done yet…”[/b]
With each step towards them it was followed by a Sway…Sway…Sway….
Penelope stood there, curious, eyeing the boy who seemed to be acting so funny when asked about what he could do. He was obviously uncomfortable but that was not a point that Penelope got. Instead she saw what he could do as so cool, so why would he deny doing it? On top of that, he just managed to save the both of them from a bunch of bullies! He was just like a hero! Like her mom and dad used to be. So why shouldn’t he accept that about himself?
She could only shrug as she thought about it. Boys are weird.
>> “’cos, It just isn’t something I talk about. Not a lot of people like it. At least, not out here.”[/color]
“Who wouldn’t like it?” she inquired. “I like it.”
To be honest Penelope didn’t have much experience with people hating mutants. Whenever such eyes were turned upon herself, Jezebel usually stepped in and managed to handle the situation. Of course, whenever that happened, Penelope couldn’t remember the incident. So, really, she didn’t know what it was like for people to hate one another just because some had powers and some didn’t. It seemed like a rather silly thing to do.
But the look on Chase’s face made it apparent that he was bothered by what he could do. Penelope thought that maybe she should reveal that she was different too…but that meant telling him about Mrs. Tickle. That was not something she really wanted to do. Jezebel ruined everything; she always did. The last time Penelope told a new friend about Jezebel, well, she blacked out. What she did remember though was that the—well, it’s not something to talk about right now.
Instead, she refocused her attention onto Chase.
>> “Thanks.”[/color]
She beamed. At least he acknowledged that she was praising him! She smirked as she leaned over and gave him a friendly punch on the arm, smiling wide and proud.
“Don’t be shy about it. You’re powers are cool,” she said with a firm nod. “My mom and dad, well, they were different too. They were heroes, just like you!”
Jezebel grinned as she felt the initial impact of the arrow but listened as it harmlessly bounced off the breastplate that struggled to cover her ample bosom. The arrow was well placed, she would have to admit that. If she had not been wearing the breastplate (and had been a weak human), she more than likely, would be dead with an arrow through her heart. While the knowledge of such would have shaken the resolve of anyone else, for Jezebel it only added excitement to the battle.
She grinned as gripped the trident and pulled it out from the muck and sand that had once been the clone. Tilting her head, she turned the trident so that the prongs were pointing up into the sky. Casually she leaned forward and licked the blood that had stained it. A satisfied smile on her lips, she winked at her opponent and began to stalk towards the little arrow shooter.
“There’s that piss and vinegar,”[/b] she smirked.
Hips swaying as she walked, the amazon looked completely in her element. The blood that dripped from her trident mixed perfectly with the color of her skin; that, added with the armor she wore, she truly looked like some gladiatorial goddess.
White teeth gleaming, she smirked as she stalked closer and closer to the original opponent. But, that didn’t mean she didn’t know that a second clone was attempting to circle in on her from behind. As a matter of fact, she was counting on that type of recklessness.
Still eyeing the one with the arrows, seeing that as her most immediate threat, Jezebel cackled as she tried to keep the girl’s attention on her so that she could let the clone draw in closer.
“What’s keeping you firing another one?”[/b] she grinned. “You scared, you little ****?”[/b] She roared with laughter as she hefted up her trident and held it in a more threatening manner. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” she said with a little pout. “I just…I want us to stop. To talk. To look into each other’s eyes. And I want…to rip out your ****ing spine!! Hahaheheheahahaehehe!!!”[/b]
It was then that she thought she felt the presence of the clone that attempted to get the drop on her get close enough. With a smile the amazon suddenly spun and lashed out with the butt enough to trident, swinging it in a fast arch. Should it make contact, no matter where she hit, she knew that bone would be shattered and a limp body would be sent sailing…
The trident points were driven into the ground where some a young girl had stood. Jezebel snarled a bit, angry that her favorite toy did not get to spill blood at its first attempt. But it was only a momentary irritation since she knew that it was not going to last. Before long, whether her opponent wanted to or not, she was going to die. And Jezebel was only too happy to be the one to wring the life out of any opponents that she faced.
With a snarl she pulled the trident out and spun to see that the one opponent…had turned into three. So, that was the interesting factor in this little game, was it? Jezebel knew that Mr. Bug liked to do anything to entertain his guests. It was a small wonder that he didn’t set this up a while ago.
She shrugged. Oh well, one, three, fifty, she’d kill them all simply for the pleasure of doing it. As a matter of fact…
Fiery eyes settled on a lone clone that had run off from the duo. She knew that was not the lead one, but she had no problem wasting time by slowly whittling down their numbers (in as many gruesome ways as possible).
Hefting up her trident, she spun it expertly and aimed it high like a lance. She winked an eye and smirked as the crowd waited with anticipation. Then, with held breath and a hefty throw, the trident went sailing through the air, humming like a scythe from the reaper himself. The sunlight bounced off the metal, illuminating in shades of gold and silver before finally the prongs were stained red. Blood pooled around them before falling helplessly onto the sand.
Jezebel grinned as she saw the one clone drop like a sack of heavy potatoes. With a saunter in her curvy hips, Jezebel walked up to the fallen creature and griped the shaft. As she did her, her head rose to reveal the sadistic smirk across her lips. Eyes settling on her real opponent, and the remaining clone, she laughed heartily.
“Come on you little *****!”[/b] she laughed. “You’re not giving the crowd the show they want!!”
Penelope could hear the mayhem that was occurring around her. She didn’t catch onto the fact that her opponent was on the attack or that people in the stands were completely losing their cool and wanted to rip the combatants apart. Instead all she could feel was pain echoing on the side of her head and that dark, maniacal laughter echoing from the depths of her psyche. She knew that she was losing her hold on Jezebel, and the cheers and jeers of the gathered crowd was simply not helping.
Teeth ground, eyes closed, Penelope visibly struggled to maintain her hold on Jezebel but with every passing second it was slipping away. The sounds of shattered glass and debris all around her, the smell of blood in the air, the general feeling of anger and bloodlust only made her control wane all that much more…
Arrrgh!! Let me out, Penelope![/b][/color]
No!! Not again!! Not this time!!
Stupid child! You don’t have a say anymore![/b][/color]
NO!
I won’t be denied![/b][/color]
>> "Hey! You alright back there?"[/color]
Penelope blinked as her concentration was shattered. She was so focused on trying to keep Jezebel in check that the sudden voice from her opponent that startled the young teenager. She gasped, she shook, and that was all Jezebel needed to take over.
A gasp fell from Penelope’s lips as she fell onto her knees, struggling and crying, trying to hold onto her chest, then her neck, then hair, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it now. Small fingers clawed at the dirt as she ground her teeth, trying to distract Jezebel or herself, or anything that could just allow her to gain the smallest foothold of control back. But it was gone. In horror, Penelope felt her mind slip away as her body was hijacked by another.
The crowd witnessed all this and immediately their onslaught died down. In pleasure they cheered and Ooo’ed for what they knew was going to be coming. They had seen Penelope do this plenty of times before and it was because of that that they knew a fight was going to be breaking out soon. There was no need to jeer them on any farther.
Dots of red began to appear from every single one of Penelope’s pores. It used to be that this process took longer but in a world where speed and timing was everything in order to survive, the process had sped up. Penelope didn’t have a single chance to take another look at the world before she was completely encased in red.
Before long the crowd had shut itself into a stunned silence. From the arena, in the place where a young 13 year old once stood, now stood a seven foot tall, muscular amazon with gleaming red skin, long, raven black hair streaked with red, and glowing yellow eyes. The armor that had fit Penelope so poorly now molded perfectly to his woman’s physique. Slowly she moved onto her two feet from her kneeling position and grabbed the trident that was shoved into the dirt.
A sadistic grin crept over her face as she turned to look over her shoulder at her opponent.
“The only forfeit I take…is death!! she growled and violently ripped the trident from the ground and charged.
Eyes wide, big and brown, she pleaded with everything she had. She could already feel Jezebel pushing against the boundaries of her mind but hopefully, if she could get through to her opponent, then they could end this without Jezebel going haywire. Obviously the only option was that the girl would have to bow out first because if Penelope did, she knew that would only anger Jezebel enough to come out. So, she prayed, she hoped that her opponent would listen to reason.
A stillness filled the air between them as they regarded one another closely. Penelope watched her, listening to the emptiness of the air as her last words hung in the air. It was only a few more moments, though, before she would finally find out if her prayers would be answered…
>> "Alright... I'll submit. You win."[/color]
The sigh that fell from her lips was filled with such relief that she wanted to collapse. She couldn’t believe that this worked! Normally her opponents scoff or try to attack her but apparently this young lady was going to listen to reason. Hallelujah!
She smiled, warmly as she nodded firmly. No blood would have to be shed today…
>> "I--GIVE UP!"[/color]
Lips stretched into a small she lowered her gaze, thankful to have one less body on Jezebel’s hands. The girl turned to walk away and Penelope turned to do the same thing. Unfortunately, the crowd did not seemed pleased with the turn of events.
“Boooooooo!!!!”
“Where’s the fighting!!!??!”[/b]
“Laaaame!!!”[/b]
“Blooodd!!!”[/b]
Shouting and screaming erupted from the stands as people cried out that this was an injustice. Two were supposed to fight and therefore it should be done. But scream as they might, it seemed as if the two competitors were not going to give them their rewards. So, as all mobs do when things don’t go their way, they descended to their only recourse…
Debris flew through the air and straight at the pair. Rocks, glass, trash, various other items all flew into the area followed by shouts of discontent.
THUNK![/b]
“Ahhh!” Peneope winced and cringed as she felt a tiny stone that was thrown strike her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut and held the sore spot with her open palm, but god that pain just seemed to radiate everywhere! And, it didn’t do well to keep her anger in check…
