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.
Penelope squinted against the light that shown up above. For whatever reason, she always felt like the sun was hotter, brighter, when inside of the arena. Right now, though, her mind was taken away from such thoughts when she turned to look ahead; the sounds of giggling and “Ooo”-ing had taken her out of her musings. She prepared herself for whatever it was that Jezebel was about to face. Monsters, men, mutants, Jezebel had faced them all and won. Today would not be any different.
It was then that her eyes fell upon teenager dressed in leather and rubber. Instantly she recognized the face, that of a young girl she had seen around the pit before. Penelope had watched fights from hiding and had seen three or four of these girls, all looking exactly the same, come marching out to meet their doom. Was that what was going to happen now?
No…she was too heavy armed. Bow and arrow, armor, bags of surprises, no, this had to be the REAL girl and not just some clone that would dissolve. Penelope instantly felt a pang of guilt. She was supposed to kill her? Jezebel was actually supposed to end this young girl’s life?
They marched on until they stopped a little ways from one another. Penelope let her big, brown eyes settle on the girl as she peered at her closely. This was so not a fair fight, especially not for the little cloner. Penelope frowned, not liking this situation at all; especially not when she looked to the right and spotted the makeshift trident that had been pushed into the dirt, specifically where she was supposed to stop. The damn thing was easily twice her height.
That was Jezebel’s favorite weapon to use in the pit.
>> "...I'm sorry...I... I'll try to make this quick, alright?"[/color]
Penelope blinked in confusion as she looked up into the stands and spotted Mr. Bug. Why was he giggling? He could be so mean sometimes. Her frown deepening a bit at the young woman’s words, she raised her gaze to face her, slowly shaking her head.
“No, you don’t understand,” she tried to plead. “You need to stay away from me.”
Her heart thundered in her chest, audible to anyone who was too close. It may have sounded like she was trying to convince someone to be scared of her just so that she could win, but that was obviously not her intent. Instead, she nibbled on her bottom lip in thought, trying to wrack her brain to think of something to say or do so that she, or rather Jezebel, didn’t have to kill this girl.
“Please, just give up,” she said nodding her head. “Just don’t fight! Take the loss. Please?”
Meanwhile, in the back of her head, already she could feel that pressure, that echoing and malicious laughter. Mrs. Tickle wanted to play…
It was going to be a special day. At least that is what Penelope was told. The young 13 year old didn’t know why but apparently some people were beginning to get a little bored with the matches that were going on lately. They all seemed so one sided. Only the mutant versus mutant fights were drawing any attention and there seems to have been a lull in those lately. Therefore, Mr. Bug (that is what Penelope called the large Roach), decided that he would give the audience what they wanted.
Penelope stood at the gates, waiting for them to part open as she tried not to think about the fight ahead. She really didn’t like going out into that arena because it usually meant that it was time for Mrs. Tickle to come out. But she knew that if she didn’t do so, she would die. And despite the world being in its current state, she didn’t want to die.
The young girl nibbled on the bottom of her lip in thought. She knew that she, or rather Jezebel, was supposed to be fighting another mutant today. But she had no idea who it was. She just wanted it to be over so that she could go back to her room and player with the remains of some stuffed toys that were brought to her.
Standing there, in the darkness of the corridor, Penelope peeked out through the gate, eyeing the blazing white hot light that lit up the arena. She could still smell (and taste) that metallic crimson blood that was strewn all about the pit, shed for the enjoyment of others. It was not a game that Penelope really understood but considering that she had nowhere to go and no one to care about, what was the point in leaving. The world was demonically cruel place and the young girl didn’t want to face it by herself.
Nor did she want to face it with Jezebel.
“YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
The roar of the crowd--it thundered in young Penelope’s ears. Wearing only a the tattered remains of a skirt, the rest of the young girl’s outfit consisted of makeshift armor that was comprised of scrap metal and automotive parts. It was obvious that the armor was much too big for the girl, but it really was not intended for her. It was instead meant for someone far larger and who would look far more terrifying in it.
Creeeeeeeeeak![/b]
The gates opened and thunderous applause met her. Penelope felt her heart immediately start racing, but she had to hold back the shift. Mr. Bug said it would add…what was the word he used?...pizza? Pizazz! She didn’t know what that word meant, but she would comply with his wishes. After all…who else take care of her?
She took a breath, squared her shoulders and marched out into the blinding light of the arena, leaving footprints in the sand and blood…
>> “Yeah, I can do that…I don’t talk about it a lot.”[/color]
Any embarrassment that Chase was exuding was completely lost upon Penelope. The young girl, instead, was enamored by what she just learned about him, he was a mutant! He was smart mutant that wanted to be her friend! Penelope just couldn’t believe her luck. She liked Chase and she was just floored by the display of power that he had shown. It was so like her own that she wanted to hug the boy. But she couldn’t, they still needed to get away.
With the rest of the boys still distracted (and terrified by Chase), Penelope took advantage of the situation by grabbing Chase’s shirt and pulling him along into a run. Once he got the hint that they were supposed to be fleeing, she let him go and ran for the pond that they had originally agreed to meet at.
When they had arrived, Penelope grinned as she came to a stop and looked back over the playground—absolutely no sign of the bullies. Turning back to Chase, she took a breath as she nodded to him. Now that she had the proper time to take in everything she had seen him do, she watched him closely before she nudged his arm.
He looked sad, or…shy. Maybe…maybe he didn’t like being different? She rolled her eyes and smirked at little at him. Boys.
“Chase, you were amazing,” she beamed. “Why don’t you like talking about it?”
Penelope sighed in relief as she climbed out of the hole in the structure and started to maneuver herself down the face of it. She didn’t want to leave Chase behind but he sounded close enough that they would be able to make it. Make it! The two of them were successful! They had managed to shake their pursuers and were on their way down the length of the structure. By the time that the bullies had managed to find this out, she was sure that both she and Chase would able to lose them in the vast playground.
They were home free! They just needed to make it to the bott--
>> “Gotcha!”
>> “Run, Penny! I got this!”[/color]
Penelope blinked as she suddenly raised her eyes up to meet Chase as he was grabbed by the head bully. She sucked in a breath as she started to climb back up. She wanted to help him, but he told her to run, that he could handle himself. Penelope doubted that, seeing how small he was in comparison with the other boy. And chivalry was not in her vocabulary so it may have just come off as being stubborn.
She shook her head as she began to quickly climb up to help her new friend…when she had to pause and catch her breath. Suddenly…part of him looked like the boy how had grabbed him! For whatever reason, Chase had changed his looks so that one side of him almost looked like a perfect match of the boy who was bullying them.
>> “Let me go![/color]
Obviously the kid freaked and scrambled away, leaving Chase time to climb down. Seeing that her help was not needed, Penelope hastily climbed down and waited for Chase to meet her. Once he did, she could only stare at him with the widest and most saucer-like eyes she could manage. But because she let him get any wrong ideas about her not like his powers, she suddenly smiled and grinned.
“Wow! I didn’t know you could do that!!” she was bouncing on her feet as she fawned over her new friend as his powers. It was so….WOW!!
>> "Alright! Sheesh! Take it easy!...I've heard foul mouthed kids before, but you take the cake."
Jezebel stuck her tongue out at him. And, as soon as her hands and arms were free she, oh so innocently, gave him a variety of flip offs that all so eloquently said “**** You”. Jezebel was actually well versed in the variety of ways she could express her dislike of someone. The last thing that she needed was for someone else to attempt to point out how wrong she was in that.
But, she was definitely not liking how this guy was talking. Even though he was a mutant, he spoke like a goodie-two shoes mutant, and she LOATHED those types of mutants. They all needed to unite and get with the program that they were the next stage in evolution. Defending humanity was wrong.
She would get to them all to understand, somehow…
>> "It would be a bad idea for me to call the cops while you two are still here. Personally I don't want you two involved, so I think it might be best if you left. I'll make sure that Mr. drug dealer here doesn't tell the police about you two."
Jezebel scoffed. She ran her fingers through her long, obsidian locks as she looked irritated at what the man said. She frankly, didn’t care less about the police. She would rip all their heads off if they so much as tried to lay a finger on her.
Arms crossed over her massive chest (barely covered by the remnants of clothing) she tilted her head as she eyed her…”sister” who was just now beginning to calm down. She had to shake her head at the sight. Lilith was so weak, so pathetic, so…human. She shuddered at the idea that she was actually related in some manner to this sad little ant. And what was even more irritating was that she could nothing to her! All because of some ill-conceived promise that she made Penelope.
>> "I'm sorry about this mess. We can talk prices later. Right now you should get outta here."
Lilith, who had her hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart, nodded to the kind shop owner. She was thankful that he was able to step in and save them, but she was worried now that Jezebel was awake. Still, she hoped that Jezebel could keep herself together long enough for them just to get out of this building in one piece. Lilith didn’t want to get dragged into any more altercations because of Jezebel’s temper and sense of superiority.
“T-Thank you, again,” she said as she took the card from him. She turned it over in her hands, thankful that the man still wanted to do business. “And, we’ll be going right now. Um, come on, Jez—“
Jezebel shot her a sharp and hateful look.
Lilith immediately backed up and took another shaky breath.
“I mean, please, Jezebel? Ca-Can we go?”
Jezebel rolled her eyes. She thought for a second before she finally just gave the woman a quick nod and turned to head to the front door. But the movement by the small man drew her attention back to him. Her molten eyes boring into his as he spoke to her…
>> "For what it's worth, sorry about pissing you off. So the other shop keepers on the other side of the street don't stare, you're going to have to turn back into your hu.... I mean smaller form. Seeing you walking the streets will completely overturn my efforts at keeping the police off of you two."
She snarled as she turned on her heel and began to walk her voluptuous form away from the man. If only he knew just how much that statement irritated her. She hated being trapped in the body of that little pip-squeak! She wanted nothing to do with that. Also, little Penelope had gotten herself far too worked up to calm long enough to reign in Jezebel. Oh no, the Red Mama was out and she was ready to cause some mayhem. Penelope gave her enough fuel for that…
>> "Now lets see... I need to make this look like a brawl happened. I guess I'd better break some of the pots where that hole in the wall is located."
She arched a brow. A wicked grin crept across her face as she picked up a couple of stray pots from a nearby shelf. They were beautiful decorated and looked as if they were both quite heavy and expensive. Jezebel easily lifted them both and hurled them with all her might.
“Jezebel, no!” Lilith shouted.
CRASH!! SMASH!!![/b]
The pots nearly evaporated into dust with as much force as Jezebel threw them. They shattered into the smallest of pieces and rained down upon the spot that the shop owner was musing about. There was plenty of a mess there now to look like a real fight.
“That ought to cover it,”[/b] she said as she bit her thumb at the man (another derogatory gesture) and sauntered out the front door. In the fullness of her glory, Jezebel stepped out onto the sidewalk and walked away.
Lilith sighed, hung her head, and offered her apologies to the shop owner again before she dashed out the door and followed the destruction left by her sister’s alter ego.
The red amazon was simply in no mood to deal with this little man any more. First she and her sister were threatened with death and now this man, this mutant, was trying to step in the way of her right to make the criminal suffer for it! That was something that Jezebel simply could not abide by! She trusted mutants, she really did, but she was not going to allow herself to be talked about of this. If she had to plow through this man in order to do so, she would!
She lashed out! Her punch was hard and fast and would have decimated absolutely anything that came in its path. Had the man been standing in her way, she would have easily knocked his head clean off of his shoulders. But all she struck was air.
The little man seemed to be quicker and speedier than she had anticipated. The only solution was that, as soon as she caught him, she would rip out his kneecaps. That ought to slow him down a bit.
But before she could continue with her plan, suddenly the spritely little creature had made his way behind her and seized her back. She grinned. She would easily dislocate his arms from his shoulde—
“What the f---!!”[/b] She shouted and squirmed as more of that green rock she saw earlier began to grow all around her. It soon encased most of her torso and Jezebel began to growl, bare her teeth, and made ready to thrash about. She would make this little mutant suffer for embarrassing her like this…
>> "Before you try to break free, I think I should tell you that this guy is an M-drug dealer. In case you don't know, M-drug temporarily gives normal humans the power of mutants, basically fake mutants. An abomination if you ask me. Human law enforcement and mutants alike are trying to stop this flow of M-drug, but nothing seems to work. However, this is the second time I've dealt with this guy trying to get his hands on his next shipment to sell on the streets, and just like last time he was looking for a clay pot that has his shipment of M-drug in it. This means that he is using the same supplier both times, so he has to know a way to contact this supplier… If he dies, that supplier will just find another person willing to sell their m-drug, and more fake mutants will be popping up all over the place. The information of that supplier's possible location is in this guy's head, so unless you can get that info out of him while he is currently black out, then we have no choice but to hand him over to the police, who can get that info out of him and make use of it in order to catch that supplier, and the flow of M-drug will decrease dramatically. Understand?"
Surprisingly she found herself listening to the entire story. She was pissed off at the idea of it; to imagine that this pathetic little ant was actually involved in artificially giving his fellow maggots powers, it was just mind boggling! What rights did humans have to copy them? They had no rights! They were relics, evolutionary jokes that needed to be wiped out! And here they were, challenge nature itself so that they could stick around longer? It was insane!
The thought of it angered her blood so much that she could barely control herself to keep from throwing herself down upon the man and tearing out his throat with her bare teeth!
But she had to pause. The mutant…he was making sense. It was folly, obviously, to trust this man to human authorities (they were all idiots), but the if it would help them lead to more of these drug peddlers, to stop the flow of this sick joke, well, why not? She twitched at the idea and soon found herself eyeing the mutant who was attempting to reason with her.
>> "If this wasn't the case, trust me when I say that this guy would've made it to hell in pieces. I don't let anyone harm my customers."
She cracked her neck to the side, still snarling at the idea of letting this man go. But, the mutant made sense. As much as she didn’t want to admit it.
Spittle at the corner of her mouth, she growled as she glanced back to the mutant. “Fine,”[/b] she said as she spit a froth glob on the floor. Quickly she began to thrash. “NOW LET ME OUTTA THIS ****ING **** BEFORE I ****ING RIP YOUR HEAD OFF MO**********!!!!!”[/b]
Jezebel wasn’t listening to the man that was talking. Who was he to interfere? This pathetic human in her hands not only threatened Penelope’s life, but her own life by proxy. She may not have always liked Penelope’s views on the world, but for the mean time, she needed her to exist. She needed to keep her around, at least until Jezebel could figure a way to live on without have to live within the young child. That meant that she needed to protect her host at all costs.
Especially from pathetic little humans. She began to squeeze tighter, sending the man flailing in her bare hands. Already she could see the red mars on his skin from the heat her hands were giving off but Jezebel didn’t ease up. She would grip that man’s throat until he popped like a grape. That would show him…
But then she felt the presence of the man next to her, the shop owner. She turned her head, sharply, and growled as he gripped her arm. She would have shoved him away but had to pause when she noticed the green, rocky substance beginning to encase her arms. Eyebrow raised in confusion, she soon realized that he was a mutant, and probably the reason that her attacker was unconscious in the first place.
>> "Stop this. He is already subdued."
Her eye twitched. Another sympathizer? Another mutant who felt that humans deserved a chance to live? It was an utter disgrace. Though she trusted mutants above all else, she absolutely hated it when they attempted to protect humans…
>> "I'm not sure if you're that young child that was laughing a moment ago or someone else entirely, but killing this man isn't the answer. I have more then enough evidence to get this guy life in prison with the murder I witness before hand, and the attempted murder here. I have this situation under control, so stop."
She growled.
Angrily she was forced to release the man (sending him into a crumpled heap on the ground) but she turned her wild, glowing eyes upon this human-sympathizer.
“You would protect this…ant…to given justice by humans?!”[/b] she snarled as she turned sharply and slammed her rock covered hands into the nearby wall. She struck it with such force that the substance covering her arms broke and crumbled. Sharply Jezebel turned her gaze back to the man. ”He threatened me! He deserves to die for threatening a high lifeform!! Don’t stand in my way!!”[/b] She screamed and raised her fist to strike the shopkeep with everything that she had…
Penelope was scrambling to get away from their attackers. She perched at the top of section of the structure and held her hand out for Chase. He needed to move faster but she understood if he was running out of steam. After all, these boys were still after them and it just seemed as if they were not going to give up! Their best bet was to lose them here in the structure and make their getaway to the pond the second that they had a chance. But it was a reality that was quickly slipping away from them with every passing second.
Thankfully Chase finally managed to get himself up and onto the same level as herself. She took a second to smirk in thankfulness but it was short lived. Before she knew it, she saw Chase jerk backward before he fully scrambled onto the platform next to her.
It was then that he looked so indignant.
>> “He took my shoe!”[/color]
Penelope suppressed a giggle as she shook her head. Chase should be thankful that the boy didn’t take his foot off! But she said nothing as she stood up and helped the boy-with-one-shoe onto his feet.
“Come on! We’re almost out!!” she beamed as she ran off in an opposite direction.
The platform dipped and rose, making it harder to maintain a consistent pace. But, a glance behind, and she immediately noted that the boys (having finally made it onto the same platform as them), were struggling to keep up. They bulkier, heavier, so they were running out of breath and bumping into the structure far too many times than must have been comfortable.
They were going to give up. They had to give up.
It was just as Penelope climbed up onto the third level that she finally noticed the opening to the outside. It was just big enough for her and Chase, the others would never be able to get through. With a sigh of relief, she quickly dashed over to climbed out, clinging onto the mesh wall and started to climb down.
“Over here Chase! We made it!” she beamed. But, it was then that her eyes grew wide as she peered over to see one of the bigger boys had made it onto their platform and was quickly looming behind her new friend…
The roar of the crowd. That was all Penelope knew any more. Living at the Pit was loud and it could be scarier, but the rest of the world was far more terrifying. The raiders, the monsters, the insanity that people took into their minds, no, Penelope was safer here then having to go out and deal with all of that other nonsense. At least here, in the fighting pits, she knew exactly what to expect. Days were blended together in a mix of cheers, jeers, blood and pain. Though Penelope never used to like these concepts, they were what she needed to do to survive; so she adapted.
Besides, it was not SHE was actually hurting anyone. No…it was only HER…
Sitting back on the bench just outside the doors to the arena, Penelope remained quiet as she sat, swinging her legs gently as she thought. She couldn’t help it, but thinking always made her thing back to the old days. It was only three years ago, but considering what the world turned into in the meantime it might as well have been an eon.
The day of the explosion, that was the worst day of her life. She lost her best friend, Chase, she lost her home, she lost Mr. Tickle. But, worst of all, was that the last thing she remembers whenever she things about that day is—
“Is everyone ready for the final match of the day!?”
A roaring crowd answered.
Standing up, the thirteen year-old dressed in the remnants of what used to be black clothes, casually made her way out into the bright light of the day. She could hear their cheering pounding in her ears, but she didn’t look up at them. Instead, the young girl kept her eyes on her bare feet as they casually walked across the tear and blood stained ground. The first days it bothered her, but now, she barely noticed the stickiness. After all, it was not like she was going to have to deal with it for long.
“RAWR!”
A massive man, a human she guessed, was already standing ahead of her. The man was huge, covered in muscles, and brandished a baseball bat with nails driven into it. He laughed, heartily, as he eyed Penelope, figuring this to only be a joke. He beat his bat against the ground, shouting for his real opponent to show himself. When it was revealed that Penelope was said person, he merely scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Penelope saw none of that though. Instead she was remembering again. The worst thing, the last thing she ever saw of her old life…was her sister. Lilith, standing in the park, trying to shield Penelope from the blast. She didn’t know that Jezebel was already taking over, that Jezebel would really protect her. Instead, all Penelope witnessed was her sister collapse, ripped apart by the concussive wave that made her erupt into ashes. It reminded the young woman of leaves. Leaves scattering in the wind…
She growled as he eyes narrowed. She snapped her attention at the burly man that as trying to argue that he was not going to fight a defenseless kid. His back turned, he laughed with the crowd and demanded a real fight.
He never saw the molten yellow eyes.
He did witness the dots of red that overtook her body.
And he definitely didn’t hear the giggling, sadistic laugh that now poured out of the red amazonian’s mouth.
The crowd grew silent, their eyes wide and anxious. They knew the amount of blood they would see next, and they were eager for it. It was because of the silence that the opponent finally arched his brow in confusion and turned.
His screams filled the arm and large, female hands grabbed and ripped, pummeling the flesh that was left over. He never stood a chance. Few opponents did against Jezebel Tickle.
Penelope was panicking. The gunman was yelling; and he was threatening! He nodded to both herself and Lilith and swore that he would harm them if he didn’t get whatever it was that he wanted. Penelope didn’t understand, mainly because she was scared of what was happening to her. Lilith was trying to calm her down but Penelope was already too far gone. With every passing second she was shaking, trembling, and the fire in her belly was spreading throughout her entire frame.
Jezebel was waking up and there was little, if anything, that Penelope could do to stop her. Mr. Tickle was back at home, her sister was utterly failing at keeping her calm, and the man was still yelling, causing her heart to jump up into her throat. Already she could feel the dots of perspiration on her brow.
Lilith’s eyes went wide and instantly she began to looked very panicked and worried, shaking her head and trying to get Penelope to calm down. But her fear was only adding fuel to the fire. Shakily Penelope reached up and wiped her forehead. When she retracted her hand, all she saw was beads of red all over her palm.
“No…nonono…”
THWHACK!![/b]
Penelope jumped and turned around just in time to see the threatening man crumple to the ground, in the air, a long green staff of some kind of rock that she couldn’t identify. The young girl had no idea where it had come from but the weapon was apparently effective in knocking the man down. The shop owner turned to them…
>> "Are you two alright?"
Lilith’s attention was focused on Penelope, though. The young girl stood there, in shock, as she looked down at the fallen man who had threatened them a second ago. She was so scared but that was slowly being replaced by anger. Who could do that? Who would threaten a little girl and her sister when they were just shopping for clay pots? WHAT KIND OF ****ING MONSTER WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
HUMANS!!!
Suddenly the calm brown colored eyes were replaced with molten yellow. All over her skin was dotted with red until it looked like she was sweating blood. But this liquid did not drop to the ground, but instead collected and covered her skin, her clothes, and her entire body. Quickly it molded itself, piling on top, shaping into the humanoid form that was massive and muscular. Penelope was lost within it. Instead, all that remained, was a tall, powerful looking woman with long, raven black hair and red streaks. She growled and hissed as she fully formed and flexed her obviously strong muscles.
With that, Penelope ceased to exist, and Jezebel Tickle was in her place.
“Oh god…” Lilith muttered as she began to back away. “Jezebel…don’t…”
“Shut up!”[/b] the amazon roared. Leaning down she grabbed the unconscious man fiercely by his throat. Already he began to flail as she began to crush his windpipe with her massive fists. “It’s my turn…”
>> "You're welcome…Okay, all of this is easily doable, but it will take me time to make the pot and glaze a plate, and even longer to fire them and then let them cool. It could take as much as 12 hours. Is this alright for you two?"
Lilith smiled and nodded that it was fine. Penelope was actually close to bouncing up and down on her seat as she waited for the nice man to collect her drawing. She just couldn’t believe that it was going to be put onto the ceramic pot! AND Lilith even liked the idea! Maybe she really did forgive her and Jezebel for what they had done to her favorite pot. It was a sad thing but at least it seemed that it was finally water under the bridge.
Penelope sighed, happily, as she watched both the man and Lilith do business. Tilting her head she gazed up at all the pots and items that the man had for sale here. To make something like this just seemed so awesome. She tried similar things when she played with her play-doh but it never lasted (nor was it big enough!). Still, though, she was drawn to the arts and crafts.
Sitting patiently, she let her eyes drift around the room until the sudden movement of the door drew her attention. In walked a man, a bald, burly looking man that actually made her just a little scared. She hoped that it was just her imagination so she tried to turn back to Lilith. They were going to leave, right? They couldn’t stay here the whole twelve hours…
>> "I'll be with you in a moment sir."
>> "My business won't be put on hold. I ordered a red pot and I... want... it...Wait... you! You're that guy that nearly got me busted by the cops for murder!"
Penelope jumped as the man got belligerent and angry with Mr. Davies. There was no need for that, especially since Mr. Davies was being absolutely nice to the man. But just as Penelope figured him for being nothing more than a rude customer, she suddenly saw the gun produced. Her heart rate jumped up as she clung to the counter.
Guns scared her a lot.
Guns reminded her of the last time she saw her parents alive.
Guns made her think of…Jezebel…
>> “Oh dear..."
“Oh no,” she squeaked. She could already feel the fire beginning to start up deep in her stomach. It was stoked and began to churn…Jezebel was waking up… “Lily…?”
Lilith, as soon as she had seen the man produce the gun, had made her way back over to Penelope and hugged her tight. It was as she was doing this that she felt the heat rising on the young girl’s skin. Instantly a panicked look appeared on her face as she turned her full attention on Penelope and cupped her face with her hands.
“Baby, calm down! Please, not here! Not now baby! Be calm!” she muttered and whispered as soothingly as she could. But it was obviously her voice was tinged with panic.
Penelope, tears in her eyes, tried to not but her skin just kept getting hotter. This…was definitely not good…
Penelope barely heard the boy as she charged towards the eccentric looking jungle gym. The climbing structure was obviously made for some deeper purpose, but kids enjoyed them because of all the running, climbing, and options that it provided. It seemed like the perfect place for them to lose their pursuers (especially since at least one of them seemed far too bulky to be able to make it through the structure without difficulty.) It was the perfect plan.
The young girl pulled Chase along. She was not aware of any problems with holding his hand or that the gesture could make him blush. She was just trying to ensure that the two of them stayed together. That was all.
Boys…they tended to think all kinds of things that weren’t there.
>> “Ladies first,”[/color]
She beamed at him as they arrived at the structure. A quick check and she spied their the boys were already beginning to catch up to them. They were exasperated, tired, but they were hauling butt in order to arrive in time. Penelope only smirked as she nodded to Chase and quickly ran into the side opening and began to maneuver over the undulating ramp.
Once she was sure that Chase was directly behind her, Penelope paused at the first hole that was above her, jumped up, and climbed onto the next level. She could see the boys closing in so she shouted for Chase to climb up.
>> “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. You’re quite a woman.”
Jezebel grinned as she straightened herself up. The piles of the three robotic fiends were lying at her feet, sparked and flickered with holographic images that struggled to sustain themselves. It was obvious, though, that the battle was over. They would not be getting back up.
Triumphant, Jezebel stepped onto the head of one of the beast and crushed it down as she began to saunter back over to Syn.
The compliment was enough to make her smile, wide. She loved praise and she definitely knew that she was quite a woman. It seemed that her plan to impress the dark lady was going on quite well. She nodded to her kept a look out on her surroundings. She couldn’t see if Syn was turning the program off or not so she was still a little on edge if something had decided to jump onto the attack. Actually, Jezebel was kind of hoping something would.
She was pumped! She could have fought like that all day! It was such a good work out and not only was it an excellent test of her strength, it also kept her adrenaline levels up. The higher those were, the longer she could be out and play before Penelope woke up.
>> “There are lots of different training programs so you won’t have to do the same old thing each time.”
As she strolled she watched around her as the scenery began to change from shadows to a variety of settings. First she was in a forest, surrounded by tall pine trees with mountains looming in the distance; next she was in the middle of several sandy dunes that looked over a wasteland; afterward she was walking down the street of a city; then an alien planet; on and on as Syn switched through them, Jezebel marveled at the sights, sounds and smells. Each time if felt and looked so absolutely real that she doubted she could tell them from reality.
The wide grin on her face proved she was impressed as she turned her glowing eyes onto Syn.
“This place is seriously impressive,”[/b][/i] she said as she rested her eyes on Syn. “Almost as impressive as the company.”[/i][/b] She could be a good flatterer when she wanted to be. Casually she moved up to Syn’s side and glanced at the computer switches that controlled the room. It looked complicated; she would have to get someone to help her. But, until then, she turned back to Syn. “I definitely wouldn’t mind crashing here. Just have to get Penelope to agree to coming back. Once you do, I’ll be more than happy to be at your disposal.”[/i][/b]
The first one was the easiest to take down. As he came barreling down the middle of the group, Jezebel cackled as she wrapped one fist around the other and suddenly lashed out with everything that she had. The second her double-fisted strike hit the side of the Rhino’s jaw, she felt it begin to give way. If this had been a real human his head would have probably popped clean off. But, given the fact that these were tougher than normal machines (illusions?), she was satisfied with simply knocking the creature off balance.
The sizeable indention she left in the Rhino’s jaw was collapsed in and let his mouth hanging opening in a slacken, sickening manner. He careened off to the side but his stumbling did not stop the other two rhino men in the least. One simply barreled through their fallen comrade and kept coming at Jezebel full force.
Jezebel growled, her smile wide, as she lashed out at the nearest one. She threw out her knee which connected with the stomach of the beast, causing it to double over. But the motion also forced her to take her eye off the last rhino man. As she watched the second tumble over, she turned only to see the massive shoulder coming closer and closer.
She had no time to dodge.
With a gasp she felt the rough should drive itself into her stomach and sent her flying backwards across the training room. She was momentarily airborne, struggling to catch her breath with suddenly…SLAM![/b]
She struck the ground with such force that it shook the room. Walls rattled, the floor creaked, doors shook, the was the type of fall that should have been enough to kill a common man. But, Jezebel was quickly proven to be anything BUT common.
From the cloud of debris that lifted up from her fall, there came an almost crazed laughter. Slowly, rumbled was shoved aside as Jezebel stood up and began to dust herself off. A crash like that should have resulted in broken bones, deep lacerations, something! Instead, there was only one tiny cut on her shoulder, and it was barely visible.
Jezebel continued to laugh as she stood up and dusted debris off her shoulders. Molten yellow eyes peers glowed bright through the cloud of dust and caught sight of the trio of Rhino Men once against on their feet. Stamping the ground in frustration of not defeating their opponent, they all charged again.
The ground shaking, her fists tightened, Jezebel watched, smiling wide as all three Rhino Men (on with a shattered jaw) ran directly for her. It was only when they were close enough did Jezebel suddenly throw herself at them. Fists held high, she arched her back and exposed her very strong, massive, stomach muscles. Her entire body hummed with strength as she flew through the air before finally colliding with the lead rhino. Fists slammed down and instantly the beast collapsed under her strength.
But, unlike before, she didn’t spend time boasting. Just as that beast went down, she reached out and grabbed both the others by their horns and lifted them clean off the through. Even with their massive weights, each, they flailed like tiny children, trying to pry Jezebel’s hands off their horns.
“Awww, you want down?”[/b][/color] she mocked. “Don’t worry…I’ll pu ya down!!!!”[/b][/color]
Giggling insanely, Jezebel sneered and suddenly swung both Rhino Men force and struck them, face-to-face. Both creatures gasped as their face exploded in a shower of gears, shrapnel, and oil. Sparks momentarily illuminated Jezebel’s glorious red face as she held both these creatures in a very painful looking kiss with one another. When she was sure that they were defeated, she casually tossed them both to her side.
>> “Oh I’m fine dear. Just giving you all the room you want and observing is all.”
Jezebel smirked.
“Suit yourself,”[/i][/b] she said as she turned to face the room.
Casually the massive woman began to stroll in, trying to keep her eyes moving and looking for anything that may jump out at her. Behind her, Syn seemed to have started up the program so Jezebel was readying herself for absolutely anything. Having never been in a training situation like this, she really was not sure what to expect. But it was the anticipation of what could be happening next and made her skin tingly and her body quivering.
It had been a long time since she this excited.
She took another step and it was then that felt the rumble beneath her feet. She stood her ground and took a fighting stance as she waited for something, anything to make its move. But as she peered through the dark all she was that, darkness. It clung to the corners and revealed nothing that was hidden in the shadows. Jezebel was not exactly sure what type of program this was but her yellow eyes flared as she cautiously turned her gaze away to continue on.
It was then that she heard the thumping. The loud, thunderous crashes that seemed to be coming from everywhere at once! At first Jezebel was curious as to what they could be but her curiosity was soon outweighed by her cautiousness.
A wide smile flew across her face as she tilted her head, listening as the thunder struck closer and closer in succession. They were stomping footsteps, but not just any kind…they were running. Whatever it was must have been heavy.
It was then, through the dark that she spied “him”. A beast ran towards her, a beast of rough, hide-like skin but with large, goring horns upon his head. As he ran there was a flicking and for a split second Jezebel could see the robotic personage underneath. But the holographic covering quickly returned and Jezebel found herself staring at a charging…Rhino Man
The beast snorted and ran at full speed. Jezebel held her ground.
A cackling smile she suddenly turned just as those horns came within inches of stabbing into her chest. As she spun, she quickly grabbed a hold of the man’s horn and pulled. Easily the behemoth of a man was shot off his feet and went hurdling to the floor. Jezebel cracked her neck to the side and laughed heartily. Was that really all this training center ha---
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!![/b]
Another runaway freight train!
Jezebel turned just in time to see another Rhino Man coming at her at full speed. Not having enough time to dodge, Jezebel did the only sensible thing, she caught the man by the shoulders and ground her teeth as she felt the full force of the beast being shoved against her. She growled as the man pushed and pushed. The red Amazonian could feel her feet skidding across the smooth ground but she didn’t let her strength falter in the least. Instead, locking hands with the creature, she snarled as she quickly began to squeeze and crush his fingers. It was just when he began to step back that she suddenly leaned forward and pulled the creature into a headlock. She squeezed her biceps and pulled harshly as suddenly she heard that satisfying SNAP![/b]
The beast crumpled to the ground. She laughed hysterically at the sight of it but she didn’t get to enjoy her victory long.
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!![/b]
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!![/b]
THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!![/b]
Suddenly she looked up to see three more of those Rhino Men all appearing out of the shadows. At different angles suddenly they all charged at her. Jezebel, though looking outnumbered, could only grin…
“Good, I guess we can start the work out now, she laughed as she ran straight at them, fists reared high…
