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.
Daylight approached, or what should have been daylight. With the jetlag that had never really settled down and all of the scouting she had done, time was seemingly abstract these days. After meeting up with Kasumi and Streak, it was finally time to enter the camps and start breaking everyone out. Supposedly, there were already mutants in the camps, breaking out their friends and companions. It was time to get a move on. Streak had already begun to make his way in and Fade was next, although she could just simply walk through the gate instead of any secret passages. When the camp was in her sight, she cracked her knuckles and turned invisible. The bandage Kasumi had made for her was holding up very well and she had not bled through, so she did not have to try extra hard to keep any of her blood invisible.
She walked up to the gate and phased through the fence, making her way over to one of the entrances to the underground. Little could be seen just yet, but she could hear it. One word to describe it: chaos. She could hear the sounds of people cursing and even some odd sounds, maybe some electricity, maybe some things crashing. From the sounds of it, the collars did not work right now. The humans were under the mutants' control. Back in the day, the first thought that would have crossed her mind was protect the humans and the mutants, but right now, she could only think of those two little girls. The ones that Gabriel abused. They would not be left in there alone.
She did not know where to start. The two girls could be any where. Maybe they were in a cell, like some of the mutants, maybe she could find them there. After travelling down the stairs, the elevators weren't working, she exited and found the chaos. Fights had broken out everywhere, mutants were using their powers, the collars could no longer stop them. She assessed the area and made her way over to what seemed to be the cells, everyone was going crazy. There was a massive battle out in the hallway. Lucky for Fade, she was still invisible.
Instead of phasing through everyone, she decided to climb the walls, just walk over them. She phased her claws into the wall and climbed up to the ceiling before scuttering into the first room. No one. It was empty, just open cells. The next room did not have the girl, but it had a screaming girl. She was going absolutely crazy in there and Fade turned visible to let her know that help was here. "You ok?" she asked, dropping to the ground. She looked around for some sort of keys and could not find it. A guard fell into the room for a moment as he pulled himself off the ground. There they were, the keys, well, one of the pairs, hooked onto his belt.
"Hang on one second, I'm coming back, I promise," she said before dipping out into the hallway. It was not hard to find the bald guard, but he was currently fighting with someone. Instead of bothering him, she just grabbed his keys and cut through his belt loop with her claws. He threw a punch, but it simply phased through her. In rage, he tried to follow her, but whoever he was fighting was very good at keeping him there. Fade rushed up to the cell and used all of the keys to try to open it. The first 8 or so did not work, but the ninth worked and she unlocked the door, hoping this girl was a good mutant and was not going to try anything mean or stupid. Just in case, she remained in a phased condition.
((sorry if I am incorrect in something I wrote, I'll fix it if you let me know. Tag Hymn))
"And what does scare you then?" she asked in a mild temptress voice as she dipped her hands into the dresser to search for something to wear. She found an oversized shirt and put it on. It was big enough to reach her mid-thigh and since putting on yesterday's undergarments was gross, she just wore the t-shirt. "You one of those sports guys? Why don't you know where the tv is?" she teased a little.
She walked back into the bathroom, leaning up against the door, waiting for him to exit the shower. While she waited, she picked at her fingernails, something she did when she was bored. Well, it's a good thing they ordered out because Fade was the worst at cooking.
It seemed that plenty of the X-Men had their own code names but they enjoyed being called their birth names. It was not that Fade had joined the X-Men and then created a name for herself, but that she needed to conceal her identity. She was an endangered run away, not that her foster parents would really care that she would never come home, but they reported it, maybe for money, however that works. Still, the name Jenny McCullen was the name police would type into their system and immediately put her in a van back to new Jersey, so that was not going to happen. She began to use Fade as a name that kept her off the radar, and those that she would steal for enjoyed Fade more than Jenny, they thought it made her sound more sneaky and less innocent.
"I like it Leuco," she nodded and smiled. She would call her Leuco if she wanted it. Streak mentioned what they would be doing. Piece of cake. Having this power was amazing at times, but sometimes she wished she could be one of those big ones, the ones who can blow up the fence and jam the guards' guns from 50 feet away. Or pick up a truck and throw it at the gate. No, she was the runner. She was the one who could jump into the place and right back out without anyone noticing her. She was the not strong one.
"You aren't looking that well rested either," she pointed out. Maybe he needed some sleep too, but she wasn't one to tell him what to do. Well, maybe just a little. "You needa rest up too," she mentioned. Those men needed their strength, she just needed her eyes to be open.
"Well, can't stay in a towel when they bring the food, we might scare the deliver person! A naked redhead with a giant redman...interesting thought," she smirked as she imagined the deliver person being some small elderly asian lady who dropped their food when she saw the sight. It almost made her laugh but she held it back. Slowly, he was tugging her towards him. The man just could not get enough, it was rather tempting, but she knew she could never satisfy his appetite. No, maybe seventeen girls could, but she'd rather not be part of that.
"So you know about the bed, jacuzzi, and kitchen? Oh, what a man you are, Venus," she laughed. Then again, wasn't there some kind of razor for women called Venus. I'm your Venus, I'm your fire, your desire. What a fitting song... With a cute smile on her face, she allowed herself to be pulled into him and when she was close enough to make skin contact, which she made for all of about one second, she phased through him and out the door.
Clothes were on her mind, but not the clothes she had taken off the night before, no, she would be satisfied with an oversized t-shirt of his. So, she walked into the bedroom, still holding the towel around her and opened his drawers. "What should we do while we wait?"
Fade nodded. That was a good idea. Making sure she did not disappear into the camps as well. No, siree, she did not want a collar put on. She escaped the camps in America, she sure as hell was planning on escaping the camps here. No one could catch her! Well, that was a lie, some could, especially those damn telepaths. And Jack, the little Haywire mutant had an interesting way of messing with her powers. "You got it, boss," she nodded. There were only three people who she would ever consider calling boss on this Earth: Tricity, Cold Steel, and Silver Streak. Tricity gave her a home, invited her in when it was cold out and she had no where else to go. She also let her, Raph, and Deathstar into the X-Men, whatever happened to Deathstar? Cold Steel had this sense of being boss, he just stood with his shoulders a bit more broad, he just seemed like the boss type. Streak was the thoughtful one, he would notice troubles, but he was boss enough to decide whether they should be addressed at that moment or not; plus, he was so hott.
"So we just wait until we get our rest to join up with them, or we going in there just the three of us?" Maybe just the three of them was better, at least she knew everyone in the group and she trusted Shawn and Kasumi. She did not know who else was in the resistance, and she could remember fighting along side the Kabal against the Order, not too pleasant of a surprise. So long as she did not have to fight next to Calley's side. The last battle between them was interrupted and she'd hate to fight by his side instead of fight him.
No matter who was by her side, she still had her thoughts locked on Gabriel. She was not allowed to kill as an X-Man, which she would uphold, but she could subdue him. Fade decided to treat her last question as rhetorical and sat down, feeling her body grow tired. Maybe she wouldn't sleep, maybe her eyes would not close, but her body sure as hell could use the rest, now that Kasumi had fixed her up. "Thanks, Kasumi," she smiled.
The way that Kasumi said she was going to 'milk her poison' sounded a little odd and Fade almost burst out laughing. It was hilarious, when you thought about it, but her mind was immediately reverted back to the current situation on their hands. Speaking of a situation on her, Kasumi went to tend for Fade's injury. Shawn noticed it, but he seemed to leave it all up to the girls to take care of. Any injuries she sustained in battle could always be tended to after the mission, not during. Yet, it seemed they had a few hours.
Shawn stated that they should sleep and get some rest, but that Gabriel was on her mind, that soul-less, rotten Gabriel and the little girl he tried to hurt. He was a pig and those two poor little girls in the camp needed to be helped, their injuries were far more important than her's. "I'm fine, really, don't worry about me. Just need a bandage or something," she shrugged. Still, she allowed Kasumi to tend to it. Now the question of how they would sleep. Of course, they wouldn't sleep a full 8 hours, but a nice nap could work, if she could fall asleep. Something told her the only way she could sleep now was if she lost enough blood, but the injury was not that big.
"Do we know where this group is? We're just going to watch over the camps until we have a bigger plan? I can do more intel, find out how to get us all in there with no casualties." Just three of them, how would this work. Then again, there were Three Musketeers, Three Wise Men, Three sons of Kronus, and yes, Three Chipmunks, the number three was a mystical number for heroes.
It took Fade a lot longer to get there than she had hoped for. There was a lot of involuntary hitch hiking required before she finally made it, a lot of latching on to parked cars right before they left, jumping off into the woods when they went to far and running next to the road so it would not rip her arm off when she phased her claws into the car and grabbed another ride. Yes, invisible hitch hiking hurt, a lot. At least at the end of her journey, Streak was not in the camps, he was standing right in front of her. She had covered the injury on her arm with the sleeve she tore off from her shirt but it had bled through a little bit.
Streak began quickly, there was no time to loose, there was already a break out forming. Well, perfect timing on her part, how long had she been out of the loop? "I know where the camp is, I infiltrated it today, they have Shin," she said quickly and to the point. She would not talk about all of the fine details of where it was and such. There was a camp, and she knew where to go. "Are we it?" she asked, looking at Kasumi and Streak. They were the big breakout plan? There had to be some others, group of three against that entire camp? This would be a night to remember.
A closed door stood in front of her and Fade gathered her breath and her sense of calm to look through. What was on the other side may very well knock her off her high horse of morality and make her become the one person she hated to be. She phased through the door and looked at what was in front of her. The girl's head was tilted back by the man called Gabriel ((formerly Jack until I changed the ethnicity of the name)) while another man picked up a large collar. Fade had not been captured by the Registration Act either and never knew what those felt like or exactly what they did. All she knew was that no mutant liked it and it knew when a mutant was using their power, even it was unintentional. Gabriel held on tightly as she squirmed around and the collar was brought over. The little girl gasped for air as it was tightened around her, a little too tightly.
She tried to say ouch, tried to communicate with the men that their brute force was killing her, that she could not breathe, talk, or do anything. The poor girl was completely helpless. Her eyes widened in an attempt to communicate through them, welling up with tears that rolled down her cheeks and onto Gabriel's grasp. Fade covered her mouth with her hand to help keep herself quiet. She should have never come back in that room, she should have left right then and there with just the location. Now that she was there, she could not turn around, she would no abandon the poor girl. She would not leave her with those filthy Romanian humans, she just could not.
Gabriel laughed and finally let go once the one who put on the collar let him know that it was on tight enough. The two men looked at her and shook their heads before talking.
"What happened to that damn mutant at the hotel?" Gabriel said.
"It might have been one of our invisibles. The footprints did lead to a room that we tracked back to one of the mutants we have downstairs, Gabriel."
"Maybe. Why the hell do we gotta rely on some mutants who can turn invisible like that? We shouldn't gotta rely on anyone but ourselves," Gabriel grunted.
"Yeah well one man's trash may be another man's treasure," the second guard laughed.
"I don't know who thinks this thing here is any sort of treasure," he said as he backhanded the little mutant girl who had just regained her oxygen. "They're just freaks, all of them. Let's throw her downstairs before she looks any more pitiful and I gotta whip her into shape."
"You know boss knows about what happened to the last little girl, right? I told you there isn't such thing as pure alone time with anyone here," he warned, lifting up the girl.
"Boss knows he liked to watch that through the camera. Hell, it probably erupted and urge in him to do the same thing. They're so young and innocent at that age," he twirled his fingers through the little girl's dirty, matted hair.
"That last girl was a human, she wasn't a mutant and you damn well knew that," Gabriel's friend warned him. Gabriel's fists clenched and he glared up at the other man.
"Don't think I don't know about that mutant woman you claimed was dead when you got there. I got ears, you know. When we were searching that refuge rat apartment complex, I could hear her screams and your moans through the damn walls. So don't act all high and mighty just cause I did it where there are cameras. Least I didn't kill the girl when I was done with her."
"Yeah, but you didn't take off her collar, everyone thinks she's a mutant and she's being treated like she is down there. That's a human being."
"We're human beings. That's all that matters."
The second guy seemed to understand and nodded. The two made their way out the door, the little girl draped over Gabriel's shoulders with his hand on her rump. It sickened Fade. For what seemed like eternity, she stayed completely still, the name Gabriel twisting and turning slowly in her mind. Gabriel. Gabriel. Gabriel. She would have her revenge. Those two little girls would have their revenge. What a monster -
A small buzzing noise interrupted her thoughts and she hurried through her pockets to find the X-Communicator. How it was working now, she had no idea. It was a message from Streak, she needed to meet back up with him. She attempted to answer back, but the communicator did not work. Perhaps it could only receive at this time? The two men had left their jackets in the room and Fade went to the one that was closest to Gabriel. It did not have much in it, maybe a piece of gum and pieces of pocket lent. What it did have in it was one of those little photo pocket books, the ones that go in your wallet. It had a picture of a little blonde girl, maybe the human he had used and abused, a picture of a doberman, and a picture of Gabriel with a woman and two children. He had a damn family…
Quickly, she shoved the photos in her pocket and grabbed the keys from the table along with his friend's jacket. Bingo, the second guy had his pass card clipped onto his jacket. He must have forgotten it was not on his shirt. Fade threw her hair up in a bun, grabbed a paper towel, wiped the smudge from her face and put the jacket on. When she was out of sight from the camera, she turned visible and walked out in front of it, not looking, just walking at a moderate pace. She opened the door, zipped up her jacket all the way and walked over to the van. Gabriel and his friend were on their way back from dropping off the girl at the concentration camp. They were talking but Fade chose not to listen. They walked past her and nodded, she nodded back with a firm look on her face. The men went to the bathroom and the second they closed the door to the men's room, she jumped in the driver seat and drove towards the gate. The guard looked inside. The van and let her pass. It was Streak-bound until she heard the radio in the van flare up.
"Van stolen by possible rebel. Plate number 847283, last seen exiting the gates less than one minute ago."
Sirens from police vehicles could be heard and soon Fade could see the lights in her rear view mirror. Her foot stomped hard on the gas and she sped ahead as the vehicles caught up to her. One hit her from behind as another fired a shot at her tire from her right side. It was a direct hit and the van began to rock back and forth until a hit from the left side sent the van into a swerve and eventually a crash. It plummeted towards a tree, smashing the driver's side and breaking ever window.
The vehicles pulled up next to the van and the all got out to check to see if she had survived. No one was in the van, it was completely empty. They reported the escape and brought a few dogs to sniff out where she had ran to, but they only stayed around the van and tree it smashed into.
High up in the branches, Fade kept very still. She didn't move, she didn't breath loudly and she didn't move the hand that covered the open wound on her left arm from when she phased through the van before it crashed.
The little timid redhead walked down the stairs. It seemed that there were more redhead mutants than redhead humans. It always seemed like redheads feel in one of two categories: extrovert or introvert. If you were a redhead, you were either really out there and passionate and fun and able to talk to anyone, or you were drawn into yourself, quiet, timid, cute. Fade had hardly met anyone who did not fall in those categories, unless you counted her. Her personality was out there and she wanted to meet many people, but her powers and her life style kept her slightly pulled in and many X-Men did not really know much about her, except for that handsome Streak that she had the pleasure of having a midnight conversation...yes, conversation with a while back.
Juka spoke up about how his Prince Venus was no where to be found and Fade muffled a laugh. Some girls would have been furious if they found out a guy they had relations with had woo'ed someone else, but hell, if she were in Venus's body, she would probably do the same thing. He was so strong and the pure essence of testosterone, what was unattractive about that? Still, it was probably best she did not talk about her amazing night and day with the giant red man, instead, she just kept it quiet and calmed herself down. Deciding to take a different approach, she raised her hand slightly, as if a suggestion instead of needing to be recognized. "I'll be your fan!"
Another glance at Kasumi told her maybe this was no time for joking, it seemed like she was in a bit of a Valentine's Day Damper. Why was it that Valentine's Day was always really awesome, or really shitty for everyone but her? Opting out of romance really put her at a disadvantage on V-Day, she was neither really happy or really sad, she was perfectly balanced. Fade did not know Kasumi enough to hug her like Juka did, instead she just offered a smile and maybe some kind words. "Hey there, everyone in this room is your Valentine," she said softly. Of course, this did not mean they were all gonna strip and do what lovers do when the lights are off, but Raina, Juka and Fade would all lend a shoulder for her to lean on, an act of unromanced love, but still love, wasn't that the meaning of Valentine's Day.
It took a while for the vehicle to get there, but Fade just held on and stayed invisible. Better safe than sorry. They finally reached a warehouse and pulled up to the gates. The invisible redhead could not exactly peer around the van to get a better look, not just yet, she had to stay perfectly still, had to make sure she did not make any noises. The guard talked to the drivers for a bit and Fade caught some of the conversation.
"Catch anyone today?"
"Yeah, just one little one in the back of the van. She's some kind of partial animal thing. I didn't wanna get close enough to see just what animal," he grunted.
"Filthy. Well, bring her on in for processing and hurry up, I hate leaving the gate open for too long, Jack."
The van pulled through and began it's short journey to the drop zone in front of one of the warehouses. There were some puddles of water around, it had rained the night before. Water. Water was one thing that was bad for an invisible person. Mud and water. It was so much easier to spot dripping water on an invisible foot and it took more concentration than ever to make every splotch disappear. She had been working on perfecting that with mud, but it would still create a silhoutte of where she was standing. Why couldn't they just have camps with clean pavement? If they had the money to create these collars, they could pave the ground so she could sneak around easier.
Slowly, she crawled off the van and stepped to the side before the drivers jumped out and opened the back. Inside, a little girl, maybe thirteen, was laying unconscious. It was amazing how Fade did not see her before, but she had been covered with a tattered mat of some kind. If Fade had known she was back there, she would have pulled her out to safety and then found her own way to the camps. Whatever she would have done, she did not and there was no sense in doing it now or she would be compromised. She forced herself to turn away from the small girl and tried her hardest to keep walking when she heard the girl wake up and start crying.
Just a few more steps, and I can't hear her anymore. I can't help her, there's nothing you can do, Jenny. You can help her get out once you get to know the place, just keep walking. Her invisible fists tightened and she noted the name of the man. Jack.
There was nothing to be seen, not on this level at least. A ramp that lead down underground caught her attention and she walked down it, making sure she did not step too harshly because the warehouse would echo every footstep she made. Finally, she had reached her destination, the cold, dafty underground mutant concentration camp. Groups of mutants were huddled around each other, possibly for heat, but none of them made any noises. None of them talked, some would make slight eye contact and if you stared hard enough, they were mouthing words to each other. The prisoners here had to stay sane, they could not let the humans win. Fade scolded herself for mentally excluding herself from the human race, she knew she used to be one of them and she knew they had nature similar to mutants, but when they threw her genetic brothers and sisters in this kind of a place, it was hard to feel sympathy for the human race.
A few mutants were similar and she did her best to keep moving, to not stop and try to help them. Shin was there. How the hell did they catch her partner? Why was she not there to help him? Possibly after she gained some intel on the place, she could return and talk to him, briefly and as quietly as possible. Deciding that it was best to search the processing area, she returned to ground level and approached the door to some kind of an office. While outside the door, she took off her jacket and used it to wipe down the bottom of her shoes along with anything that would drip off to keep her from leaving footprints, which was how she was nearly caught last time.
She phased her face through the door to check if the coast was clear and finally, her whole body followed. She could hear the girl crying, her whimpering echoed down the halls and Fade followed, walking slowly. A few cameras were pointed down the halls, but she could not tell if they were heat vision cameras or motion sensor. Just to make sure, she climbed up the wall and began to scutter across the ceiling. The camera was pointed at the ground for the most part, maybe they wouldn't think to point it at the ceiling?
The sounds of whimpering were getting closer, she was almost there...
Fade had already abandoned the X-Men looking for Raph, how much was she able to give up for men. He sort of confused her with the vegetarian part. Was he really a vegetable eater? Mean was always such a rare treat out on the street. It was not like going into a shopping center and grabbing an apple and eating it while looking for some chips. No, the meat section always needed to be cooked first, she could not just do sneak in there invisibly and eat the raw steak. No, she had to go into a restaraunt and take it before it made it to the customer. That was amazing when it happened.
So he ordered two orders of pork, so he wasn't really a vegetarian. I guess she would see when he ate. She still laughed at his joke though, if it was a joke. She finished up and dried off before climbing out of the shower. It was so good to have some delivery Chinese food, now it just had to get here. "How long til it gets here?" she asked, wondering if she should just let her hair air dry.
What about if they find someone who is human and he is being mean to some mutants. Later on, they find him like in an ally way, beating up a young mutant. What about if they call the cops but the cops let him go, would they make their own justice?
Juka seemed happy to see her, just another face and he greeted her warmly. "Nice last name," she smiled sincerely. People with cities as their last name just seemed to intrigue her. Like someone with the last name Phoenix or York, it just seemed interesting. Then again, by the looks of this character, he was interesting enough without the city last name. While Juka seemed to jump up at seeing her, Raina was a bit different of a story. It seemed like Fade could get along just fine with any guy, but only a few girls could get along with her. It was not like Raina spat fire at her, but there was a little subtle hint that Raina was still suspicious.
It would have been so much easier to blend back in with the X-Men if those who used to be on her team were still around, like Daria, Mike, Raph or Deathstar. She had a feeling that Ghost was not a big fan of her either, but what did she know about how the girls liked her? She stuck with the guys best. She probably read it all wrong. X-Men always look out for each other. Then again, she did help train Calley's group, and look what happened there. X-Man or not, they all had human nature.
"Got a Valentine, Juka?" She asked. She remembered seeing Raina and Luke together, another X-Man she did not really know, and she figured Luke was Raina's Valentine. "And what about you, Raina? I haven't seen Luke around, you two still together?" Maybe it was that she really was not around that much; Fade did not just wander around the Mansion like she used to back in "the day".
Fade awoke with a dry taste in her mouth. It wasn't blood, thank goodness, and it wasn't any form of poison, toxin or smoke. In this case, it was simply the taste of a day spent without water. Everything had gone down so quickly. She was tracking down a group of mutants, or at least they showed symptoms of being mutants at the hotel, and something had gone wrong. Maybe she tripped and fell, maybe someone knocked her out, but all she knew was that she was laying in the dust and soot next to an extinguished fire. Apparently this group did not enjoy her company that much. She pulled herself off the ground and patted down her jacket. Her worn down jeans were now black and brown and she had smudges on her face. The worst of it all was the bump on the back of her head, but she could have suffered more excrutiating pain than a sore head.
It was apparent that these weren't humans who would take her to a camp, so why did they strike her? Or did they even strike her on purpose? She was invisible in the first place, an accidental hit on the back of her head was plausible. The extinguished fire didn't have any smoke arising from it, no, it seemed all that smoke settled on her clothes and in her hair. How long had she been there? That did not matter now. She pulled out her X-Communicator and attempted to reach Shin. No response. So she tried Streak, still no response. She kept calling out on the Communicator for some information on what was going on when she finally examined the damned thing when no one responded. Great. Just what she needed. The light was off. Fade had never been good with electronics but something told her that when the light was out, then stupid thing was not working properly.
Climbing back up to her feet, she decided to make her way back to that hotel, hopefully without running into that group again. Deciding that it would be best, she turned invisible and walked for about three hours before she reached it, still invisible. She did not want anyone watching her, at all. She phased through the doors of the front lobby and passed by the check in. The desk clerk was staring intently at the floor, so she simply sauntered by. When she reached the rooms the X-Men had been assigned, she just phased through the walls. Hopefully no one is doing anything indecent, she smirked to herself before phasing through Shin's door. Nothing. No clues or anything. Nothing in Streak's, Sumi's or Jewel's room. They were all gone. She could not be out for that long, could she?
The pitter patter of footsteps stopped her from searching for more clues and she phased her head through the door to see who was there. Men. Armed and dangerous men. The desk clerk was in front of them, pointing to little dusty black footprints on the floor. Damnit! They tracked her with her own footprints! She should have known better than that! They went to Shin's room first, as there were dusty footprints going in and she took the opportunity to phased through the window of the room and climb down the wall, using her raptor claws. Perhaps the rest of the group had been taken. Perhaps they were at the scene trying to break out the other mutants. She had to get to that camp.
It would not be hard to find the camp at all; just followed the armed and dangerous men. So she latched on to the back of their van for a long ride.
