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.
Thank god, he'd backed off. Only now was the real levity of the situation dawning on Danny, and he was slowly realizing with horror that he couldn't waste time with this kid when the very real threat of a little girl dying was looming over their heads.
"Oh, I could easily keep going all night, and why should I care what you have to say?" It was kind of adorable, actually, how confused he was as to why Danny and his thugs weren't retaliating, and how aggressive he was. In a sort of rabid puppy way.
Wow. His thoughts really were kind of condescending when he thought about mortals. That, and the guy was kind of attractive, okay? He was kind of being six years old about it and being an asshole because the guy was kind of hot.
”Because it’s not what it looks like," Danny said easily. ”For starters, this is not an anti-human hate mugging because I am the only mutant present. This is also not a gang vs innocent bystander situation because he was part of said gang and was a terrible member. And this is most definitely not an inter-gang dispute because he is no longer part of said gang, and - oh.”
As he had been saying all this, he had been running his first words to the kid through his head, and realized what it sounded like. "Oh," he said again. "Oh, I see. You thought I was beating him up over a girl. Like, a grown adult woman girl. A romantic interest.” He peered thoughtfully at the kid, processing what that meant. ”Well, that’s sweet of you. Jumping in to save the underdog who was just trying to protect his significant other. Sadly, that’s not actually the case. It might actually be easier if it was.”
"Danny, WHAT THE HELL?!" Okay, it was really disorienting to have your own self yelling at you, presuming that this shitstorm was your fault. And it most definitely wasn't. He wanted his body back as much as Mirror did. Maybe more, considering that he was at least used to switching genders daily, and since he wasn't the one entirely lacking self-preservation and now in a very mortal body. Mirror-Danny stared unnervingly at him for a couple of seconds as Danny shifted nervously under his stare. His own stare. Wow. No wonder he was really good at getting people to agree with him. But after a few seconds, he stopped hyperventilating and staring threateningly at Danny, instead speaking again, but more calmly.
"Uh... okay. Yes. It seems like we have each other's bodies. And it's not just us, so we gotta swap back like ASAP and go clean this mess up. Um... Any idea how?..."
"If I knew, I'd have done it already," Danny said, shrugging. Which was, once again, unnerving. Why the hell was his voice this high? The worst part was that his subconscious was trying to get him to speak at his regular timbre, but his new biology wasn't having it, leading to Danny's constant paranoia of a horribly embarrassing voice crack. "And, um, I'd like to apologize in advance to what I do with your body - wait." He froze for a second, comprehending what he'd just said, before rapidly backtracking. "Okay, no, that is in no way what I intended to say, that came out a lot dirtier than intended - I meant injuries. Because my self-preservation is horribly skewed. Like this one." And he raised Maya's left arm, wincing at the foreign limbs, turning it to show the long, jagged cut on the bottom of the forearm. "Smashed a window by accident while trying to get out of it. Your power set requires a lot more control than mine does, but I'm not used to consciously using my mutation. So shit happens." At this point, he was well aware he was rambling, but had kept going because he was relatively sure that if he stopped to consider the absurdity of the situation, he might just go insane.
"Alright," he finally spoke again, after a bit of a pause. "I don't know how to fix this. I'm assuming it's another mutant, but he or she'd have to be a damn strong one to do it to the whole city - and I'm assuming it's the whole city too, because the Mansion and my place are very, very far away. Any ideas on who it may be, though? If we track him or her down, that may be a solution."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
As Danny spoke, he could see Richard getting gradually more and more excited, and he smiled inwardly, sure he'd landed himself an employee. And, in fact, his next words confirmed it.
"It would be my pleasure and delight to accept. When do I start? Where would I be working? What sort of hardware would I be working with? Also is this an appropriate time to inquire about employment benefits?"
Oh. Crap. Professional questions.
You see, while Danny might be intelligent, he didn't have the experience needed to answer any of those questions properly. He hired somebody to handle the financial stuff for him, and that person was a very nice and very intelligent yet homeless teenager made not-homeless thanks to Danny's somewhat impulsive choice of buying an apartment complex to house those who needed it. He gave the guy a place to live in exchange for his help, so he didn't actually pay anyone anything. Thus, he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say.
"Well," he said, trying to stall for time yet sound as confident as possible. "Um." Well, this was going well. "You could start, technically, whenever you wanted - I have your working quarters set up already. As for said working quarters, I have your phone number, so I'll text it to you when you need it so you won't forget. Uh, hardware. You pick and choose. Right now, most of the weapons in storage are kind of ancient, so they'd need to be maintained in order to keep them in pristine condition, but you're to command the grunts who do the petty maintaining and do the bigger things yourself. You'd have free reign, really - as long as you make stuff that vaguely constitutes as weapons, you're actually kind of free to use the available resources however you'd want on the side."
Now, employment benefits. What in the world were those? He'd watched television, so he knew vaguely that it was stuff like healthcare and dental and the such. But he didn't have anything specific to say.
"Er, healthcare benefits. Whatever you need, I guess?" Danny said. "Yes. Whatever, really. I'd be fully prepared to provide you with even a place to live if you need one." Well, it was true. He doubted that the guy would, considering he had to be living somewhere at the moment, but no harm in sounding enticing.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"I have a joke of a mutation," Margo said, and that was hardly helpful. Especially since it really depended on what kind of mutation you considered a joke - to Danny, exploding upon death was useful considering his less-than-legal lifestyle, but to somebody trying to live a normal life, it never really came into play. "I guess I'm like a really weak psychic. Like, well, this. It won't be any help." And suddenly, he had a sudden urge to go smash the nearest object into pieces while at the same time kind of wanting to start screaming. Except it disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared, to Danny's extreme confusion and surprise. So she was... a... telepath? Vaguely? While Danny had felt the frustration, he hadn't felt the need to act on it, which he supposed was his own resistance to telepathy coming into play. So she was a telepath. That... was actually pretty cool.
"Apology accepted. Are there rules to this game?" Yeah, max difficulty had been a bad idea. He just usually found anything lower to be too easy, especially considering getting horribly injured wasn't really a problem for him. All he had to do was activate his gauntlet and he was perfectly fine within the hour. As for rules.
"None that I know of," he said, shrugging. "I mean, if there are, I didn't read the instruction manual or anything. The whole 'playing it safe' thing never really stuck with me."
He peered around the frozen landscape, not seeing anything that would constitute as a threat just yet. Presumably, the reason he wasn't cold was because of his internal body temperature heating him up and the environment, but Margo was probably cold. So he asked her just that.
"You cold?" he asked almost offhandedly, still scanning the frozen lake for anything that might burst out and attack them.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Richard wasn't that far off, so it took Danny a mere few seconds to reach him. He felt rather stupid at not having noticed him before just now, considering Danny had been in the garden for a couple of hours already, and at his prior exact location for at least twenty minutes before. As he neared the taller man, he held out a hand for Richard to shake. "Well, this is awkward," he said in as friendly of a manner as possible. "Makes it more convenient, though. So I'll cut straight to the chase - I'm looking for an armorer." He stopped talking suddenly and frowned. "No. Weaponsmaster? Arsenal...manner?" There was a word for it, he just couldn't remember what it was. Oh well, he was trying. "You get my point. I need somebody to build me weapons, and maintain and upgrade the ones I have. Never hurts to be prepared, if you know what I mean."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Margo entered the Danger Room first, and Danny hung back very briefly to actually start the simulation. It took only that brief moment, though, before he realized that the door kind of disappeared and wouldn't reappear until the end of the simulation. It was locatable, of course, just not visible, in order to not ruin the illusion that it was a legitimate battle that the user was caught up in. He knew where it was at this point, but he didn't know if Margo had used it enough to be able to find it again, so that might be startling.
Well, he was going through said door just as the landscape morphed to that of some sort of frozen wasteland, so he hoped she wasn't too startled.
The temperature was dropping rapidly as Danny stepped into the huge room, the door shimmering out of view as soon as he shut it behind him. He peered at the ground, observing that it was - well, crap. It was a frozen lake. He'd never encountered this sort of thing before. He'd also never really figured out for himself if he really did have a body temperature higher than most normal human's, but considering how the lake's surface was melting away even as he stood on it, heat seemingly seeping through his shoes, he was going to go with it was.
He scrambled off his prior location, ice starting to melt ever so slightly wherever he stepped, until he finally managed to get to what he presumed was land, considering the snow was starting to drip, but he could see dirt underneath the layer of snow upon which he stood.
"So I can't actually step on that lake because mutation," he called out to Margo, who seemed to be frozen (ha - get it?) on the surface of the lake somewhat far away. "But there will be something we have to fight soon. So mind explaining what your mutation is?" And suddenly he frowned, remembering something else. "And, uh, I think I may have put the simulation on max difficulty by accident, because then there's a slight chance I'll die and my mutation will become useful. Sorry?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Hello, this is indeed Richard, who is this? Your information is remarkably accurate, I have indeed recently arrived in the lovely city of New York and am indeed searching for employment. I assume that if you have gone to the trouble to obtain my less than two day old number that you will also be fully aware of my skills and talents. In that case, I would like to know more about this job offer." Well, he took that remarkably well. Danny was surprised - most people would panic over the likely illegality of said job offer, considering the likely illegal methods used to just obtain the guy's phone number. But that was good. He preferred it when people weren't surprised when weird (coughillegalcough) things happened. Anyway, his response had been pretty blunt and to the point, so he'd return that favor.
"My name is Danny de Carabas, in interest of full disclosure, and I -" He stopped suddenly mid-sentence, and, well, mid-step. "Dude, are you at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden?" Because there was a rather recognizable man on the other side of the pond Danny was currently standing above on a small bridge. Not only did he look suspiciously like the images Danny had located of his prospective employee, he was on the phone, and only then did Danny realize he hadn't spoken when Danny had and was mouthing words - inaudible from his location - at the same time he'd heard Richard speaking over the line.
Huh. That was... not entirely expected, to be honest. It took Danny half an hour to get to this place from his apartment, so he was only rarely there, but spring was starting, after all. But wasn't that a coincidence.
"Er, hold on, I'm headed to you," Danny said, walking off the bridge and in the direction of the other man on the phone.
[OOC: Solo thread detailing Danny’s wanderings from when his mutation first manifested to the present day. I likely won’t get that much done, but it’ll be fun at the very least.
This one takes place right after Danny’s mutation has manifested, and he’s wandering through Revolutionary War-era America, still coping with his mutation and the fact that he can’t die.]
He'd just killed a man, the first man he'd ever killed, and he was surprisingly okay.
Dressed in the rags that befitted somebody much lower than his own actual social status (but instead of the class he was posing as), Daniel strode down the dirt path, pack slung haphazardly over his shoulder, as the sun climbed overhead. After dying and coming back to life - twice - it was no wonder he couldn't stay in his bustling little hometown of Jamestown, especially in the late 1700s when people were still rather scared of witchcraft.
Speaking of which, Daniel had absolutely no idea what was going on with him. He’d heard the rumors, of course - children in the next town over morphing into animals, somebody in the capital who couldn’t drown, a man who glowed and wouldn’t stop. But they had always been stories - he had never quite expected something like that to happen to him, not letting him die when he should have. Of course, he got his revenge on his father’s shooter. But now he was doomed to walk the Earth until the end of time, unable to die or put himself out of his misery.
But that was a problem for another time. Now, instead of worrying about dying, he’d have to work on how to survive.
“Hey, kid!”
Goddammit, redcoats. Daniel stiffened, hearing the telltale clopping of hooves as they drew closer to him on the path.
“Kid, you heard me? Get out of my way!”
And because Daniel's sense of self-preservation went out the window along with his mortality, he didn’t move.
“Do you want to die or what? Move!”
Nothing, except for a muffled snicker from Daniel that the soldiers missed. Beautiful word choice, right there.
“I t’ink ‘e’s one of dem deaf kids,” another soldier whispered to his captain.
“Don’t be ridiculous; he’s just another one of those stupid Americans,” came the growled response. And then louder: “Move out of our way! We are soldiers of -“
And Daniel turned around and smirked, planting his feet crossing his arms, staunchly refusing to move.
The captain raised an eyebrow, as the other soldiers looked offended. One of them even drew his musket, growling, “I’ll show that goddamned kid to respect us -“
“No,” was all the captain said, sounding slightly amused. The soldier halted what he was doing, but still glared at Daniel in irritation. “What’s your name?” the man asked, raising his voice so that he clearly addressed their rather small roadblock.
”Daniel," came the response. Wouldn’t hurt to tell them, after all.
The captain stared critically at him, seemingly sizing him up. Suspicious, but better than getting trampled.
And to Daniel’s complete surprise, the man tossed him a small pouch of coins. The bag’s contents clinked as he instinctively caught it, and he looked from the bag up to the captain. Apparently, his confusion was clear on his face, as the captain merely laughed. The pouch was then immediately followed by a small package of some sort, which Daniel caught as well. Only then did the captain decide to explain himself.
“In that bag is quite a bit of money. Get its contents to Captain James Fennel in the barracks in Boston, and you can keep it.”
Er, Boston? That was a bit far. And what exactly had Danny done to make himself worthy for this…?
“Tell him Captain Frederick sent you, and that you’d like a job. I can see your - ah - current state, and I believe that a job would quite help you.”
Yes, in fact, it would.
“So? What do you say? You seem like you could keep that package safe.”
”Sir, yes sir," Daniel responded, lazily and almost patronizingly. The other soldiers were growling with annoyance at this point, and nearly burst into violence with Danny’s sloppy and clearly mocking salute. But before they could, Danny had already taken off into a sprint in the direction of “as far away from them as possible,” off the path and into the woods.
He’s seen some smoke spiraling up from a farm in that direction a while back. Maybe they’d have a horse he could, er, sneakily acquire. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Well, wasn’t this an adventure.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Immortal....well that's handy and awesome." Maybe to mortals, it was, but to him, it was, frankly, the source of more existential crises than was probably healthy. Not like he could do anything about it, though. Her next sentence, though, made Danny stop in his tracks and pause. "I Like cat's they taste good." ...um? Okay? Danny wasn't judging, considering he'd had to eat some pretty shitty things in the past, considering American Revolution-era America wasn't all too sanitary. But nowadays? Ew. Rabies. "Hunting Human supremacists, unsavory characters tend to hide in such area's after all" So that was what she was doing in the middle of an abandoned wharf, and it sure was suspicious. But he'd killed people too, so once again, he was in no position to judge. "i protect Our kind, it's humans i despise. The blood of a lot of people are on my hands." Lovely. So he was safe. He didn't entirely see the point of mutant supremacists, though - as in, what was it supposed to accomplish? Killing one who believed strongly in a cause there were other supporters of would only make them into a martyr. Times had changed since the days that martyrs had been commonplace, though, so maybe killing people was a good method nowadays. Rule through fear and whatnot.
The dock was still burning, though, even as Aura slashed through debris to get the two out. Danny's balance was slowly returning to him, and by this point, he didn't need somebody's assistance in walking without falling over. He made an affirmative noise to her prior comments, and then said, not rudely, "Er, I can walk now." Even so, he had no way of helping the two of them get out of this situation, considering his mutation would kind of just make it worse. So since he knew he really wasn't in any real danger, and she seemed like she could handle herself, he decided to continue the conversation. "So, um. Mutant supremacy. Are you part of the Sanctuary then? I was there a while ago in a, um, not quite intact state. But then, I can't really do much without being in a not quite intact state."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
[OOC: Er, I feel like I should just apologize in advance now for any and all late posts in the future because school. But yeah, do you want to start a thread in the Danger Room board going off of this post? And don't worry about the font color, it's no problem.]
"And, um, we're going to discuss this coming in through the back entrance. That is, if we survive."
Danny grinned sheepishly as he trailed after her. He was a naturally secretive person, which was why he hadn't expected his sneaking in to be a big deal, especially since he'd only been caught that one time, and he'd gotten away easily. So he paid special attention this time around - a right, two lefts. Easy enough. He doubted that the residents of the Mansion appreciated his constant intrusions, even if most of them were hardly aware of his existence.
[OOC: I am also not entirely aware of how the MRO Danger Room works, so I'm kind of making stuff up here.]
The Danger Room was unlocked, as it usually was, as was the door that led to the separate control room. Danny hit a few buttons, making the situation that the two of them would encounter completely random, as a green light over the door to the main room itself lit up.
"After you," he said, grinning, pushing open the door so Margo could enter. Well, this would be fun.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
For once, Danny wasn't in some sort of situation that would end in his death.
Hah, yeah, right.
To be honest, Danny was actually parked outside a crappy-looking warehouse concealing some sort of underground casino. He had to make money somehow, and as he didn't want to piss off any fellow mutants, he would have to target bad humans.
Namely, the humans that ran the mob that ran this casino.
He probably did look suspicious to any passerby - sitting on his motorcycle, parked in a dark alley by a dumpster and doing absolutely nothing, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. At night. (He did look more like a douche than anything, though.) But nobody was passing by at this time of night, so far into the shady warehouse district of town - at least, nobody he could see. He got off the motorcycle anyway, deciding it was probably high time to go in, and scaled the fire escape of the building next to the warehouse. It was easy enough to leap from the roof of that to the roof of his destination, and he quietly made his way across the corrugated metal, heading towards a convenient rooftop door he'd located on some blueprints.
Upon arrival, he wasn't too surprised to see that the door was there because the roof had a helicopter landing pad for some reason. Damned rich mobsters. The door was easy, though - to pick, that is, and with that, Danny was in.
The back of the warehouse seemed to have been renovated a bit - it had corridors and rooms in contrast to the big open space and the front which held the casino, and so he slipped into a closet of some sort, pulling a map scrawled onto a napkin quietly out of his pocket to determine his next move.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Despite what most people thought, Danny actually had a modicum of intelligence. Well, more than that. It was just that for most people, the phrases "intelligence" and "self-preservation skills" were interchangeable, and Danny wasn't very good at the second one.
Okay, absolutely terrible.
But that didn't say anything about his intelligence. He was actually quite smart when he wanted to be. For example, this whole mess with the Sanctuary and the X-Men. They hated each other. He was perfectly okay with both. But he knew he had a volatile and extremely destructive mutation, and if he were them, he'd want himself on... his... side? Yes. Because a walking, talking, immortal bomb is an attack nobody would ever see coming. Which meant, naturally, Danny had to carve out his own space in the world that would be totally okay with his fluctuating morality and wouldn't even think about backstabbing him should the opportunity come up. He'd thought about it, and so step one had been to establish himself as a gang leader. Yes, a gang leader. With the saddest gang on the planet, mostly composed of reformed and kind of sad ex-cons looking for a job, but a gang nonetheless.
Step two? He needed an arsenal, because if things started to go downhill, he had to have some sort of backup plan other than walking in and blowing up. And after some extensive research (see: Internet stalking), he'd found the perfect guy - a Richard Bent from Hong Kong, apparently currently in New York looking for lodgings and a job, and an engineering prodigy. But after some more research, Danny discovered something else unusual - this guy had a very unusual method of doing things, apparently, consisting of doing nothing on a project before boom, something amazing happened. Naturally, Danny suspected that he might be a mutant, and deciding that helping him filled his quota for good deeds this century, picked him as his first choice for this new job of his. So, he went and found one of the kids he helped - who had proven himself to be some sort of hacking genius - and got him to get Richard's phone number, and then he went and promptly called him.
"Hello?" Danny asked cautiously, as the person on the other end picked up. "Is this Richard Bent? Because if so, I heard that you were in New York, and I've a job for you. I think you'd be interested."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Oh yeah, cuz you know, I've totally seen so many movies that i think the good guys are utterly flowing in bribes." ...what the hell? Danny was a good guy now? No, this was not supposed to happen. His reputation relied on his moral ambiguity, dammit. "Oh trust me I've no doubted in your ability to make good your promise. Plus anyway, you can have your knife. I was actually trying to make the bus take off but I don't have anything light enough to do so, nor an alien civilizations flight gem and a screwdriver." Oh, thank god. He was still vaguely intimidating, as was his intention whenever he did anything - it just turned out most of the time that he really wasn't that terrifying. As Chris moved to let Danny take the knife, the older mutant stepped forward and pulled it out of the tire, which started to deflate with a faint hiss of air, and tucked it back into his jacket. The passengers and driver had long since fled, so it was just the two mutants now. Except now the kid was laughing in a very not-amused way, and he seemed to be winding up for a big speech. Oh, no. Danny was not good with counseling younger people, and he really didn't think he could shut down a long-winded defense.
"Ironic words coming from you. I mean you did kill those thugs and probably saved me from a beating that one time. But you did still kill them, when after one of them had decided to leave us alone. I doubt that was your first kill either, so I don't think you get to take the moral high ground and tell me what is right. In fact part of me is saying to not do what the creepy immortal murderer wanted me to do." And, pause so he could breathe. Danny stayed quiet, deciding it was best to wait it out and let him vent for now. "On top of that I never intended to kill anyone anyway. It was support to be a distraction. One that you choose to ignore as well meaning that for some reason you decided to trust a mirrorwalker and someone with unknown powers just for the sake of chasing me down. I think that says something about your priorities. If you need proof that I didn't intend for them to die them think about this, why would I grab the two things I would need to reverse the effect. I mean they were hardly going to make me run faster. The ripped pillowpets of speed. Gain plus 10 to agility!" ...was he done yet? "I would never kill anyone, or harm them. You can replace an airport, not a parent or a son." And now he finally seemed to be finished. Danny waited a moment, letting him cool off from his somewhat rant, before responding very calmly.
"Yes, I kill people, and I've killed them in the past. But you may not have noticed - those thugs that attacked you in that alley? They lynched and murdered people long before they ran into you. I only kill those who, upon their deaths, will prevent the deaths of innocents in the future. That's the creed I live by. And yes, I trust Mirror. I may not have known that other girl, but Mirror would've been a better choice than me. You may not realize this, but when I die? I explode. So if that roof had come down on me, I'd be dead, and so would some people who could have survived if they were in the blast radius or if the ensuing fire got them. The best thing I could've done was leave. And that was a pretty destructive distraction. What if you'd gotten injured in some way that prevented you from reverting the airport to what it'd been? I was chasing you down partly to catch you because you f**ked up, and partly to make sure what I just said didn't happen." Of course Danny had had an ulterior motive. He always had an ulterior motive, and while it usually wasn't the most well-thought-through one, this time, it had. He'd lived for a couple centuries - he learned from his mistakes.
"Anyway, what now? Are we going to stand around here debating ethics or what? Like I told you, I'll pay for the repairs. But what are you going to do? I can't bribe the police, property damage and robbery are kind of crimes, and there's no way you'll get away with the 'out-of-control powers' excuse, considering how deliberate your actions were."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
