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.
Danny woke up with his face plastered to a table, and his first instinct was to check how many limbs he had remaining.
Four, great. So he hadn't lost any. Now he was wondering why the hell he wasn't wearing pants, and why his left hand was cuffed to the metal chair he was sitting in.
He slowly and rather groggily lifted his head up, scanning the large, dark room he was in. A single bare bulb illuminated the metal table, and when Danny prodded it, it was hot to the touch and he could see the edges were vaguely melted - rebirth, then. So what was the gun sitting innocently in front of him supposed to be?
He reached out to pick it up, but recoiled with a hiss, seeing as it was really hot as well. Alright, so he'd died. In this chair. And was somehow lacking pants.
Where the hell was he? And where the hell were his pants?
He remembered going somewhere to talk to... somebody. Gambling-related. And something - kidnapping, possibly - was involved. Along with threats? Wow, he couldn't remember at all. That was unusual - it'd been a good minute, and his memory should have cleared up by now.
Shit, was he being used for somebody's game? Of... wow, it was on the tip of his tongue.
But more immediately pressing was the suspicious noise somewhere further down the table. Danny squinted down at it, eyes still focusing from the sudden revival, and called out, "Who's there?" A pause. "Do you have my pants?" He'd never been the most eloquent of people after a rebirth, or in general, really. But first to try and remember how he got here. Remembering what had happened may give him some hint as to the predicament he was in.
Even though he had no feasible idea of what the hell was going on.
Well, shit. Looks like whoever was in his warehouse was abandoning him.
Maybe it was because backup was coming - the alarm was set to alert Danny, the turrets, and private security. It'd been two, three minutes, maybe - so they were due to show up in maybe another two or so minutes. For now, Danny took out his smartphone, activating a connection to one of the many combat-oriented bots in the warehouse.
In the corner of the building, something scuttled and came to life - a little dog-like robot, armed to the teeth with specialized weapons, and a little bit weighed down by them. Well, so, it wasn't really scuttling, it was waddling at this rate, because it was kind of heavy. It had come armed with high-tech surveillance equipment already, and Danny (with the engineers) had merely added a taser and some other fun stuff.
Under the desk, Danny squinted down at the image on his phone, and started maneuvering the robot towards the sources of the sounds, to find... absolutely nothing. The window was closed, just as he'd left it, and from what he could see, all that'd been moved were some crates. So, bluffing. In that case.
He swore loudly (he'd been doing that a lot lately), and shut down the robot, which automatically returned to its charging point before actually shutting down. Then, he dialed the number of the leader of the group he'd put on warehouse security (all his own men), and who would be waiting outside the building itself, waiting for his signal to actually come in.
"Uh, Dad?" he said, when the team leader picked up. "You know, funny story. You won't have to pick me up from the park anymore."
"Gotcha," the gruff voice responded, and then somewhat further away from the receiver, Danny could hear him call, "Move out!" before promptly hanging up. He continued talking, though, to keep up the farce.
"Uh, where am I? Well. Looking for Jack, actually... No, I'm not doing anything illegal, why would I do that? You know I wouldn't -" He paused, frowning, and looked down at the phone. And swore, again.
Now to keep on with the general idiocy he'd been projecting, and just sit there and wait, before calling for good measure, "C'mon, whoever you are, come back, please? I kind of can't leave without getting shot again?" Speaking of which, he should patch that up, so he set to work making a temporary way to stop the bleeding as he waited.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
From his little hideout beneath a desk, Danny could look out into the general vicinity of where he thought the voice was coming from, and he turned out to be right when the air seemed to shift, before blasting one of the loud sirens straight off the wall and right at him. Well, there were still a couple more, but this one had become the new target for the mounted guns. The turrets had fired at something previously just as he'd heard a noise of pain from that area - whoever the other guy was, presumably. He was going to assume this was Ghost or a similarly-powered mutant. And even though he may not know too much about her mutation, the name kind of said it all.
But the horn flying at him was a more immediate issue. Because while the turrets knew not to hit him, they were a bit slow stopping after firing at the horn, meaning a bullet plowed right through the desk, hitting Danny in the shoulder.
He swore loudly, and the sound was almost swallowed up by the remaining sirens, but loud enough to hear.
Well, that was the first accident of the night. Eh, he'd just initiate a rebirth by the Hudson or something, and he'd be fine later. But the immediate issue was still the intruder, who was continuing to make ghost noises. Points for effort, at least.
"I can't move without being shot more!" he shouted, trying to sound as panicked as possible. Suddenly, he froze, aware that the unknown mutant (because he was, by now, a hundred percent sure it was a mutant since the guy got shot at and lived) may be watching, since he didn't know the intruder's full power set yet.
"Oh, shit," he said slowly, letting a bit of revelation into his voice. "Shit, you're not Jack, are you. Get me the f*ck out of here!" Now, hopefully, whoever it was would get close enough to attack.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
He was going to call BS on that particular attempt at subterfuge. If there was a haunt plaguing his warehouse, any of the many engineers available (or him) would've probably seen him before, and thus the ghost would know that he should very much be there. Also, he didn't believe in ghosts, so there was that.
He ran through the possibilities for the intruder in his head - the most obvious choice was the X-Man (er, X-Woman) known as Ghost. But this guy sounded vaguely male, even if it was difficult to distinguish the gender of the intruder based on voice. So his best option would be to keep up the charade, then - it didn't seem as if the intruder recognized him as the owner of the warehouse, which was good.
"Ha ha, yeah, so funny," Danny said, adding a touch of exasperation to his voice. "Jack, I have been searching every warehouse in this wharf for about an hour, and this is the last one, so I know it's you. Stop joking around and just come out, okay?"
With that, he deliberately passed a motion sensor, which he knew would set off the loud alarm and the flashing red lights, and which he knew would also activate the turrets. Yes, there were turrets, and while they would recognize him as "not a target," he ducked below a nearby desk anyway, swearing loudly.
"Jack, sorry, I think I tripped something. Where the hell are you?"
Red lasers crisscrossed the warehouse, looking for a target. Danny didn't hear any firing yet, but hopefully, they'd take out the intruder and he wouldn't have to do anything else.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Ew. Ew, ew, sock. It was kind of hard to spit it out without the use of his hands and without vomiting, but Danny was really trying.
"Before you redecorate, you carpet and what not, if you'll just give me whats mine ,I'll be on my way. I've had a busy night and I'd like to get going..." Huh. Who was the red guy, then? Clearly a fellow mutant, and he was here for something... Oh, crap. What if he was here for the money, too? Danny liked to think he was a nice person, but he wasn't just backing off when it came to the amount of money he suspected was stored here.
"A'gen vit money! I told you alretti I vasn't faying you Shyt! Well. His accent was getting rather incomprehensible, even if Danny spent far more time than he would've liked around Russian mobsters.
Finally, Danny managed to spit out the sock, and spluttered a little bit, catching the attention of the room again. "Effing uncivilized," he muttered, and the goon responsible for the sock growled, moving his gun at him. "Yeah, go ahead, shoot me. Please. It's better than having to look at all your grimy faces. Really, you kiss your mother with that mouth? 'Cause I'd suggest you brush your teeth sometime if you do."
That did it. The goon undid the safety, and Danny tensed - he was used to pain, at this point, but that didn't mean getting shot fatally was fun.
The man fired.
"Ow ow ow!" Danny said, reflexively, as the bullet dug into his leg. "What the hell - you don't shoot a kneeling guy in the leg! You aim for the head or nowhere at all, you asshole!" Well, if he seemed more perturbed and less worried for a guy who'd just been shot in the leg and maybe an artery, wasn't his problem. The mobsters were starting to look vaguely confused, though.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
There was someone in his warehouse, and that someone was most definitely not supposed to be there.
It was late at night, and Danny had decided to make a midnight check on the armory inside the building. Richard hadn't been the only engineer he'd hired, but he was by far the most proficient, meaning the storage building was already filled with weapons prototypes. Nothing combat-ready, of course, but progress was going well. He supposed that the whole setup may look awfully suspicious to anyone who wasn't aware of the intent. Well, it was suspicious no matter what, seeing as it did look like he was arming an entire battalion in here.
But what was worrying him was the fact that one of the opaque windows high up the walls was crooked ever so slightly open. It was an easy access point, and really the only access point if you didn't want to go in through one of the secured entrances, and Danny knew this because he'd used it to get in a few times when the admittedly glitchy lock - which required vocal identification as well as a passcode - refused to function. Nobody else but him used the "back entrance," as far as he was aware - most of the scientists had an override code, to be inputted manually (he'd forgotten it, which was why he didn't use it). Thus, the logical conclusion was that somebody was breaking in - and he didn't like that.
This entire thought process was occurring as he perched on the rooftop across from the open window, so, after formulating a rough plan, he jumped to the ledge, pushed open the window fully, and hopped down into the tall shelving conveniently in front of the window.
"Hey, Jack?" he called out, sounding appropriately terrified for someone who was breaking into a warehouse at night looking for a friend. "Jack, it's Derek. Where are you?"
He easily climbed down the shelving, having done it many times before, but added in a stumble for effect, knocking down a crowbar, which clattered to the ground with a clang. He swore under his breath, quiet enough to seem to himself but loud enough to be audible, and then leapt onto the ground.
"Seriously, dude," he called out cautiously, "this isn't funny. C'mon, just come out, we're all waiting."
Hopefully, whoever was investigating, it was some good Samaritan who would help poor Derek find his friend. Either way, he'd be able to figure out who the intruder was soon enough.
Well, other people may enjoy it, but Danny hated the goddamn rain.
He'd been wandering, really, growly over the fact that he'd been shot in an alley during one of New York's many lovely muggings, and while his attacker had to have been injured somewhat in the blast, the rain had almost immediately extinguished any fire, leaving Danny soaked on the vaguely scorched ground and his attacker, sadly, intact. While he knew on a logical level that the best course of action would be to return home because nothing make conversation awkward like having to conceal a rather obvious spatter of three bullet holes and ominous copper stains in his clothing, yet possessing no visible wound, but it was pouring and he'd rather wait the storm out than endure it and return home. Which was why, as soon as he found the not entirely sleazy looking bar - Ramone's - he dodged inside, swiftly slipping into the nearest booth.
A woman materialized almost instantly, scanning him down rather disapprovingly before asking if he was there to get a drink or to scare off patrons. Danny glared at her, almost offended, but he really couldn't blame her - his shirt was a light blue, after all, making the bloodstains disturbingly visible, and he so he wrapped his coat a little tighter around himself - even though three neat holes peppered the back of the jacket - and asked politely for a Coke. He didn't want the extra scrutiny that came with getting carded at the moment, so he settled for a non-alcoholic drink, glancing around the bar as she swept off.
Immediately, a couple sitting at the bar caught his attention - a man and a woman, both clearly dressed up much more than the rest of the occupants of the bar. The woman's outfit exuded wealth and seemed tailored to make every woman within a mile radius seethe with jealousy, while the man's - though clearly expensive and quite nice - did only so much to distract from his obvious mutation. Danny peered at him, trying to discern whether or not he knew the man, but his physical mutation, while distinctive, was actually relatively common, and so Danny immediately gave up. The two almost seemed to be dancing around one another - flirting, sure, but the woman seemed distant all at the same time.
A loud peal of thunder shook Danny out of his reverie, and he jerked his gaze away in time to see the woman returning with his drink.
"Thank you," he said, never one to be rude, even as the woman glared once again at his bloodstained shirt and left. With her departure, he focused in on the couple again, finding something inexplicably fascinating about the dynamics of the two.
[OOC: Sorry for the uncharacteristically long post - feel free to write significantly less if you want.]
So. The map Danny had wasn't really the most helpful thing - he knew where everything was except the money. And that was kind of the important part. As he squinted down at the extremely messy map, he decided on moving down the hallway to his right as his best course of action, and proceeded to do just that.
Tucking the napkin back into his coat, he opened the door the tiniest bit and peered out into the hallway, and upon seeing nobody, moved out and started heading down to his right. The hall ended in a turn to the left, and he peered around the corner, seeing two burly men standing in front of a suspiciously wooden door. And by suspiciously wooden, Danny meant that it looked as if the door cost more than his motorcycle. And his motorcycle was damn expensive (by twentieth century standards, and not factoring in inflation, but still). His suspicions were confirmed when he took out his napkin-map and read the chickenscratch label on the room he was looking at, partially obscured by the name of the coffee shop he'd drawn the map up at - the boss's office. Good. If there was a safe, it would be in there.
Danny returned his map to its pocket and promptly swept around the corner, with enough arrogance and intent that the guards ignored him - thinking, however briefly, that he belonged there - and by the time one of them registered he wasn't somebody they knew, he didn't even have a chance to protest before Danny came at him with a swinging uppercut, impacting his jaw with an audible crack and knocking him out cold. The other guard started to yell and pull out his gun, but before anyone could be alerted by the noise, Danny lunged forward and jabbed his right arm against the man's throat - a better alternative to covering the man's mouth to keep him quiet. His shout was immediately cut off with a choke, and Danny twisted around, planting his right foot a little in front of the feet of his target, and grabbed him, executing a neat takedown, throwing the guard down to the ground over his outstretched leg. He went down with a thud, and Danny winced, hoping that nobody inside heard it - sadly unlikely, considering that as he confronted the pair of guards, he had been able to clearly hear the boss speaking to somebody who he had identified as a fellow mutant. Well, what a happy coincidence, but Danny doubted it'd help him.
As somebody inside said, "Did you hear something?" Danny pressed a knee to his prone opponent's throat, and the man's hands scrabbled at his leg, trying desperately to get air. Eventually, his arms went slack, and Danny slowly lifted his knee up, seeing the guard was definitely unconscious. But now it was time to move, because he could hear the boss - Viktor, was it? Ugh, he'd remembered wincing at the sheer Russian-ness of the name, as if the leader of a Russian mob would be called Jim or something - telling someone to go check the hallway. There was no time to hide the unconscious bodies, so Danny did the next best thing - he scrambled into the supply closet across from the office. Wow, there were a lot of supply closets in this warehouse.
Except, it wasn't a supply closet. It was a room of Russian brick walls playing poker and smoking, and they all turned their heads to stare at him when he barreled in.
Not sixty seconds later, he found himself on his knees in front of the desk of Viktor, arms tied behind him and a gun held to his head, as the boss himself stared judgmentally down at him.
(On a side note, there was an almost hilariously out-of-place large painting of a cat hanging on the wall, and Danny was a hundred percent sure that was where the safe was.)
"Well," Viktor said, leering, with an accent so thick Danny was relatively convinced it was fake and only for show. Also, he was pretty sure that accent was Romanian, not Russian. "Vat do ve haff here?"
"That is possibly the most stupidly massive amount of hair gel I've seen in my life," Danny retorted. "I mean, seriously, it's not like you even have that much hair to gel up to begin with. Is this some sort of mid-life crisis you're having?"
Within the next thirty seconds, he found himself gagged as well. Clearly, his plan for them to shoot him was not moving as fast as he'd hoped. He glared with irritation at Viktor, only then noticing the other mutant out of the corner of his eye. Well. He was clearly a mutant, that was for sure.
"Can we kill him, boss?" a common goon said, interrupting Danny's vaguely creepy attempts to discern the full nature of the red guy's mutation through only staring.
Viktor didn't respond, much to Danny's irritation. It looked as if his mid-life crisis comment may have hit harder than intended.
This was beginning to get ridiculous. Danny wanted to try to reach for his self-destruct button, but he didn't want to hurt the red guy if he was innocent. Looked as if he'd just have to wait it out, then.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
No Internet for the next four days; once I'm back, I'll do my best to catch up on the many threads I'm behind on. Sorry about that.
Edit: I have Internet but it's terrible and not really at all functional, so posting may have to wait until I'm back home. Once again, sorry to the people who are waiting on me to post.
"Why did I already have that impression?" Margo said, and Danny fought back the urge to grin. Apparently that was one of his more obvious, though definitely not one of his redeeming, qualities. It helped for him, though - nothing topped an explosion to end any sort of conflict. "It's definitely pretty chilly; I grew up in Canada, so it's not that big of a deal, the cold doesn't really bother me, I guess." Well, that was good. Hypothermia wasn't fun, though, as he knew from some of his more ridiculous forays into areas further north, so he shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to Margo. It was relatively thick but not clunky, though it might be slightly large on her. More importantly, there was a gun tucked into one of its pockets, along with one of his knives, spare ammo, and yes, a grenade. Never would it be said that he didn't leave his apartment prepared. And seeing as while her ability was pretty cool, it may not be as useful as could be hoped against a technological construct, which made the weapons all the more important.
"So, did this 'instruction manual' that you didn't read say anything, specifically, about fighting something off? What if it's supposed to be a treasure hunt?"
Danny frowned. "Actually, you may be right. I've never had to do a treasure hunt of any sort before, so I wouldn't know the difference. Usually it's just an enemy of some sort and the occupants are expected to fight it. Also, side note - there is a small arsenal in that jacket, so you may want to be slightly careful with what you nudge." He peered out at the snowy landscape around them, trying to identify something that may indicate what the point of this specific exercise was. "What do you think? I doubt that your guess could be any worse that mine, considering I have no idea what to do either."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
[OOC: No worries! Also, sorry for the super late post, finals were terrible but I'm out of school now, so I should be posting more often.]
Well. He certainly knew what he was doing, and Danny was more than happy to let him take charge here. He had a contract all written up, as he had been almost entirely confident Richard would accept, and he pulled it out from where it had been tucked inside his coat.
"As requested, everything you asked for, and that x dollars per year is 100K. I hope that's not too low." He handed over the packet and watched as Richard scanned it critically before signing it.
And with that, Richard launched into what was pretty much a full-blown lecture. Danny was able to keep up, being well-versed in the latest in military technology, but was still impressed by the sheer amount of information he knew. Only once he was finished did Danny finally speak again.
"Here, walk with me," Danny said, motioning to Richard as he started to head to the exit. "So you clearly have a pretty good idea of what to do, which is good. But I need something a little bit more. Namely, something that would work to combat mutants." Well, hadn't he been blunt about that. "X-Men and Sanctuary mutants, to be exact. This may require a bit of research or inventing, though, because I need combat-optimized gear that will neutralize the brunt of their abilities. I can compose dossiers on the ones that I'm mostly worried about, if that helps." Yes, this was a bit paranoid, but he wasn't a very trusting guy. And if he had protection from both sides, he'd have leverage if anything went the wrong way. "Let's just say for now that your budget is rather significant. Mutant-related weaponry takes priority, then weaponry for minions."
As the two neared the exit to the gardens, Danny walked over to where a black car with tinted windows was sitting at the curb. "As for your workplace, that's our next destination - if you're not busy, that is." He was relatively confident, though, that he had piqued Richard's interest enough for him to want to see the warehouse Danny had set aside for this specific purpose.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"OH COME ON!" Mirror whined very loudly in his voice, and he cringed, unaware that his real body's voice even went up that high. "That's gonna leave a mark!"
...oops.
It seemed Mirror had made a decision as to what their next move would be, though. "We need to get back to the Mansion. There is... someone else in Sam's body, and she really has no business being there. And we are assuming Sam is in her body, which is even worse, because she has a baby, and she is dating a psychopath."
Danny blinked. Sam? He had no idea who Sam was, but from the way Mirror spoke about the situation, he was going to assume that this Sam was not particularly fond of bad guys or children. Probably one of those militant hardasses you always saw on TV.
lYou need to get me back to the Mansion. If we can hold our sh*t together long enough to track the mutant that caused this... Well, I call first dibs on them." Very good plan, and he nodded to show his agreement. He had high doubts Mirror was going to be able to do much in his less-than-physically-fit body, but he wasn't going to stop her from trying.
"I should put on clothes first, though. Anything I need to know about your powers? I'm not gonna spontaneously combust, am I?" Right. He had a pretty specific idea of how Mirror's powers worked, but he was relatively sure he hadn't told her any specifics. It wasn't too complex of a power, anyway, so it should be fine. He was just glad he slept in a t-shirt and shorts, and not in the nude. That would've been awkward.
Well, it was still awkward. But moving on.
"Er, clothes are in the dresser," he said, motioning in its general direction. "I don't know if you want me to leave as you change because it's my body anyway, but just let me know. I suppose I'll just have to run around in your pajamas, though." As he said that, he moved towards the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet. In the back was a small panel, and he pushed it, with it swinging open to reveal one of his many favored knives in a sheath, along with a Glock 27. He took them out and closed the panel and cabinet, and was about to strap the knife around his torso before he realized that may not be the most comfortable place to put it. He stood there for an awkward second or two, trying to figure out how to arm himself in a not-too-visible yet comfortable way, before finally strapping in around his/Maya's stomach instead, cursing the fact that he wasn't used to carrying a knife in his belt. Thankfully, as he headed back out and threw on a jacket that had been casually tossed onto the back of a chair, he'd had the foresight to purchase jackets with pockets specifically for carrying concealed weapons, and he tucked the Glock into a pocket made just for that. After arming himself, he decided to speak again.
"Uh, powers. See that gauntlet? On your/my left hand? Just avoid snapping with that hand, and if you do, just snap again to turn it off. Definitely don't poke yourself after you've activated it, because it's like a taser. Feel free to try and use it in combat, though, but it's not too strong. Also, that red button on it? Do not touch it. It's a suicide button, and will kill you and trigger a rebirth, which will incinerate everything in your general vicinity. Other than that, handling my mutation is really straightforward - if you're gonna die, do it away from me. Oh, wait. Increased body heat - if you cut yourself, don't be worried if the blood starts steaming a little. That's normal. And it may be a little uncomfortably warm, but it won't burn you or anyone else. That's it, though. Ready to head back to the Mansion, or do you want to grab some weapons from my armory first?" He really needed to move his extensive armory somewhere else. Maybe he'd find somebody to manage it for him in the future, but for now, he was lucky the supplies were there.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
