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.
After his very, very detailed description of some of the worse enemies he'd faced, Maya's jaw hit the floor, and he couldn't really blame her. For people with limited lifespans, hearing that somebody else had encountered the things they'd seen only in history textbooks was somewhat unsettling.
"Dude." And wait for it.
"Duuuude." Any moment now.
"A nuke? Really?..." And there it was. He had witnessed Nagasaki, up close and personal, and his body had a lovely time trying to reform after that disaster. It was slightly unpleasant to wake up in a complete wasteland, lacking clothes and whatever else had been on him at the time (they had been destroyed by the bomb), only to discover that he'd been out for two months and had to catch up on quite a bit - namely, the fact that the war was over and most of the people he'd known at the time were either long dead or dying.
"That's... probably the most lucrative B movie plot I have heard in a long time. Well, on the plus side, old guns are not all that accurate, right? And guillotines are not exactly combat weapons..." He could say something, but he decided against it. It was probably better not to bring up the many times he had been shot by old guns, even if it took quite a few shots. And that one time with the rusty guillotine blade someone had trashed and the bandits in that back alley.
"... wait, were you... you know... were you ever really..." Maya drew a finger over her neck to demonstrate what she meant, and Danny probably should've seen that question coming. Either way, he just shrugged nonchalantly.
"Yeah, French Revolution. Wasn't fun, and my body had to regenerate from the head, so that took a while. Woke up in a pile of rotting corpses with the part that didn't regenerate next to - actually, you probably don't want to know that." Total destruction didn't happen to him nowadays, so he didn't really encounter anything too modern that fazed him, but the ancient stuff sure did. So hearing about it probably would faze Maya too, and so he should really move on to a different topic.
"Anyway," he said briskly, quickly changing the subject. "What are we going to do about these shadow things? I don't think there's any real way to trace them back to the source, since they seem to be spawning randomly. Any ideas?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
While rather disgusting, his newfound protector spitting in his attacker's face proved to be surprisingly effective - he started to stumble backwards, raising a hand to clear his eyes as he did so, but was interrupted by a well-placed punch to the throat. Coughing, the man fell over, dropping his gun, as the woman held him down.
"Idiot. If you are going to point a weapon at someone you damned well better shoot them with it. If your head hadn't been so far up your own ass, you would have gotten what you wanted and probably been on your merry way..."
...that...what? He wanted Danny dead, and that wasn't happening anytime soon. Wait. She didn't know that. And dear lord, now his thoughts were scrambling. He really had to get somewhere further away before he incinerated both people in front of him.
Speaking of said people, he heard a strangled scream from the tussling pair, and when he squinted to look, he saw the woman...biting the man's wrist? Either she was some strange serial killer, or a mutant. Danny was going for the latter.
He started to scramble up, hissing as the movement tugged at the wounds, and saying, "You have to get out of here. These shots are fatal, and I really don't want you to be in the blast radius." No explanation was provided, but she seemed smart enough to figure out the rest on her own.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Friendly acquaintances, huh? I bet. That's totally cool."
Danny nodded, almost sheepishly, in response. He wouldn't categorize them as friends, considering most of their meetings were either unintentional or because Danny had done something stupid, but they weren't exactly enemies either.
Margo started to rise, and Danny did the same in response. It took him a moment or two to realize that she seemed to be waiting for him to go, so he started to leave, almost embarrassingly.
"So, leaving the slightly more dangerous topics untouched until we reach our destination. How long have you been in the city?"
Well, way to leave the dangerous topics untouched. But then, it wasn't really her fault - it was a relatively innocuous question, if not for the fact that Danny had been in the city for far longer than his apparent age.
There were a few beats of silence, but eventually, Danny spoke.
"A long time," he said, leaving it at that, hoping she would take the hint. "You?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
It was ridiculously cold outside, December having rolled along and brought its subzero temperatures along with it. Like everyone else, Danny was bundled up in a long dark coat and a thick scarf, but unlike most of the people around him, the cold didn't bother him too much. While he'd never actually checked, he was almost confident his inner body temperature was significantly higher than a normal human's, but as he'd never gotten sick (too many rebirths too often to come even close), he couldn't know for sure. Either way, he was out and about of his own free will, and actually rather enjoying his walk.
A flash of color in the monochrome sea of rushing people caught his eye, and he turned his eye to see a woman in something that actually looked like came from the twenties - he'd know, he'd seen them plenty before. Intrigued, and since he didn't have any particularly destination anyway, he started to make his way towards where she seemed to be walking, only to have her disappear just as he was getting close. He frowned, weaving in and out of people to get to where he had seen her last before glancing around.
It was only a few moments before he realized that a small alleyway cut off the main street, and so he peered into it from his position at its mouth.
Of course, he was rather startled when a twelve year old boy ran out of it screaming, rushing past Danny without so much as sparing him a glance.
Now really interested, Danny entered the alleyway, only having to walk a few feet before he could make out the woman from before in the badly-lot space before him. Except with one addition - a knife jutted out of her chest, so long that the other end even poked out a little. That looked fatal - personal experience - yet she wasn't dead. In fact, there wasn't even any blood. Excited at the prospect of another mutant - or even better, another immortal - Danny hesitantly walked a few steps closer, letting his steps ring more loudly than they usually would in order not to startle her.
"Nice coat-dress," he said after a pause, unsure of what else to say and if that was even a word. "Saw quite a few back when they were popular. But then, I'm assuming you have, too." Not the most subtle comment, but it got his point across rather well.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Wouldn't be the first time. There is something every year. Every. Freaking. Year. I mean, we have had zombies, and turkey, and Christmas trees, and more zombies, and... stuff." Oh, well that's lovely. For his first Christmas in NYC after getting involved with the more militarized mutants there, it sure was exciting. Good to know the X-Men, at the very least, had experience handling strange situations. "Are you suggesting that someone is actually generating things we are afraid of?..." That was very plausible, and pretty much what Danny had been implying. Mutations varied greatly, and so it wouldn't be ridiculous to see somebody who could do that.
"Gah. Whatever it is, we gotta find it and shut it down. And just because you suggested that it is personalized... are there any undead time traveling gunslingers in your past that I need to be aware of?..."
Oh. Awkward situation, much? "Er, not really," Danny replied a little too rapidly. He quickly caught himself, though, and realizing that he probably would have to explain to her the various things he feared if it was going to endanger them, sighed and started to speak. "My mutation was weird - didn't randomly manifest in my teenage years like most, but manifested only when I'd died for the first time. That was the guy who killed me." No need for more elaboration on that specific event, though. "Also, in terms of possible enemies we might face in terms of my fears, a nuke, a guillotine, and the entirety of the British army back from the Revolutionary War are somewhere in there." Was there anything else? "And Nazis. Probably Nazis." WWII had not been a nice period in time.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"It's useful for everyday stuff but in a fight I may as well have it. Normally I can get away, I'm good at the whole climbing/street parkour thing. The best way to demonstrate my power is to show you. I swap attributes of things, like the color or elasticity. Anything living or dead though is useless to me or I would have turned them solid." Danny stared as the kid made a dollar bill look as if some drunken hippie had painted it, and the graffiti the dull green of a dollar bill.
That was honestly the most useless ability he had seen yet. Sure, exploding when dying was inconvenient at times, but at others - considering his less-than-calm lifestyle - it was just what he needed. Making things different colors? Yeah, useless no matter the situation.
"Um... Actually what I was talking about was what you said to the thugs. You know about... Not being straight..." The kid trailed off awkwardly, and Danny looked at him expectantly. Not quite the question he would ask a guy who just slaughtered a bunch of muggers, but to every man his own. "What's life like, I mean, do you get a lot of hate and stuff?"
"Well, I don't exactly go around broadcasting that, do I?" Danny replied, shrugging. "I'm bisexual. So I'm into girls and guys. I don't particularly broadcast that, though - hard to have a stable relationship when you die on an almost daily basis. If you don't make it super obvious, then there's no point in people bothering you." Once again, not what he'd ask, but he wasn't going to be a complete asshole and walk off on somebody clearly going through a crisis of some sort.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny gratefully took the hand that Maya offered him and hoisted himself up, stumbling a bit as the world spun in front of his eyes. Oh, the struggles of being immortal.
"It would be too much to hope that that was all of them, right? So, what the ever loving hell is going on around here?..."
"I think that was most of the spiders," he replied, glancing around to confirm it. Actually, he couldn't currently see any, but there might still be some lurking around, hiding. "Remember what I said about nightmare monsters? I think I actually could have been onto something. It's Halloween, maybe some mutant is staging a massive prank?" Oh, wait. Those monsters had attacked them and tried to kill them, and Mitchell, at the very least, was Danny's worst fear. He didn't know about the spiders and Maya, though. "Okay, maybe less of a harmless prank and more of either a full-fledged attack or some prankster's out to terrify the city."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
“Sorry, I didn't, I mean, somebody could of gotten hurt! My power, it always scares people, the things I create are terrifying, and I just wanted to help but I thought I nearly, I thought it nearly happened again, and...” Danny just stood there and waited for her to calm down. He felt slightly guilty, but really, he was just irritated. “Is there anyway I can help?” And that sounded rather whiny and pathetic to Danny, but at this point, anything that came out of anybody's mouth sounded kind of whiny.
"Yes, you could've killed somebody with you power," Danny deadpanned, actively ignoring the scene off to his side as Mirror knocked the guy out with a neatly placed elbow. "Well, you know what my power is? Blowing sh*t up. You've got it lucky. At least you can choose when your power activates. I can't. Yet I haven't killed anybody by accident, have I?" Well, not as if she'd know. And he did specify by accident, so technically, it was true. Other than the original manifestation of his power, but they had been trying to burn him at the stake, so their deaths had been totally justified. "The problem here is not your powers, it's your choice of when to use them. You're a bit naive, trying to attack him like that. Complete overkill."
...wow. He really was tired. He was probably coming over as a complete a**hole right about now. Sighing, Danny ran his fingers through his already mussed hair. Switching to English, because he did feel more comfortable in that language and didn't really want to get to the awkward point where he didn't know half the words he was trying to say, he asked, "What's your name, kid?" Yes, she was probably about the same age as him, physically, but everyone became a kid to Danny when they were shorter than him, because height was the only reliable system that worked for Danny at this point.
"We'll need to figure that out." So this was not yet a full plan. Oh well. It was better than what they had five minutes ago. "But now you've got your powers, that they already know about, and I have got mine."
Danny raised an eyebrow. He was sure that gender shifting was vaguely freaky, but it wasn't exactly terrifying. Oh, wait, he'd forgotten about the mirror stuff Gawain could do. Which was also freaky, but not quite terrifying.
"Not the gender shifting. The mirrors. I can also do this." And with that, Gawain merged into the surface of the kitchen counter and...transformed into Danny? That was actually more than vaguely terrifying, to tell the truth. Gawain merged out again after a few seconds, but by then, Danny was duly impressed.
"On top of going all Bloody Mary on them, I can also take people into movies. I don't know yet how any of this could be useful for us, but it's a start. Also, I have friends. With other powers. Do you know if any of these mob guys are mutants?"
Taking people into movies. That was just plain badass. And Danny was sure they could figure something out with that set of abilities - they were almost meant to be used to terrify people.
"Nah, they're mostly terrified of mutants," Danny replied, referring to the mob after him. "They made an exception for me because my mutation is one that every member of the mob wants. And if you've got friends - we could always go in, guns blazing, and act as if they've drawn the wrath of some secret mutant collective. My mutation may involve me exploding, but I'm actually quite good with other explosives, and computers to top it off. That might help."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Man, things change." Danny nodded absentmindedly in response - that was practically the very motto of the mutant community. If he had just been a normal human...well, he'd be dead by now, and wasn't that a strange thought. He couldn't say that he regretted his immortality too much, though, because the last century or two had been rather impressive. Mostly the Internet, but everything else was pretty cool too. But if his first death had been a natural one, and permanently stuck him as an old guy - that would've been a nightmare. At least like this he could actually move.
Margo said something, breaking Danny out of his reverie. "I guess I was feeling awkward in the first place, ha, which is like, totally normal because I'm totally awkward. Danny gave a little half-smile, completely understanding where she was coming from - he'd been less than comfortable this whole conversation as well. Talking to people wasn't usually his forte, but things change, as she had so succinctly put it.
"Okay-now? So apparently 'they' have forgiven you...except what exactly did you do in the first place?" Danny winced.
"Uh, like I said before, I may or may not have broke in," he said. "And then attacked an X-Man. But we're cool now. We're sort of...friendly acquaintances?" Danny wasn't sure if that was the right way to put it, but it seemed to be a somewhat accurate way of describing his relationship with Mirror.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"That's not an easy task when you are both gay and a mutant. Double minority that's me."
Danny frowned. That was not the best way to live, and it wasn't one that he was particularly used to - he normally didn't interact romantically with either guys or girls, and his mutation was rather good at making sure no one knew about it, considering most witnesses would be dead. But hey, would you look at that. A fellow mutant.
Said mutant started to go around, gathering his stuff. Leaving more DNA, actually, but Danny only sighed internally, deciding he'd clean up later. The other kid finished, and was about to leave, before turning around to face Danny.
"Is what you said true?" Danny raised an eyebrow.
"About not being able to get caught? Yeah, I'm a mutant too, and technically one over two hundred years old. That's before the era of DNA testing and that fingerprint stuff, so I technically don't exist." This seemed like a good time to ask the question hovering in Danny's mind. "You said you're a mutant. What can you do?" A little bit blunt, but he was curious. It didn't seem like a super obvious one, and it sure didn't help when fighting those thugs.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
So I'm on vacation and only have sporadic access to anything with Internet. I'll get back by next week, so I can start posting then. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
History: Before Danny got to New York, he was less talented at life. This is what happened during that period in time.
How It All Began: Having just discovered his mutation, Daniel wanders through America, unsure of what to do with his life now that he has forever to live it.
A New Start: Danny starts to meet some of New York's more colorful characters, and starts to get ingrained a bit into the mutant community.
Break-Ins Aren't As Easy As They Look: Danny tries to break into the X-Mansion to find information about strange mutation-neutralizing people, because due to the nature of his mutation, it seems important that he should know. He ends up running into Evelyn in the hallways, and chaos ensues.
Mr. Eavesdropper: Danny is just out for a stroll when he sees two teenagers getting confronted by a man with a gun. He steps in to save them, and stays for a little chat before leaving.
Beautiful Catastrophe: Danny runs into Shelby, a poor fragile human, in the woods, and the two of them end up confronting a siren-mutant-thing out to kill them both.
Deep Water: Danny gets killed in a hit and run, and when he wakes up, Tobias - a fellow mutant - confronts him about it. After a scuffle as a result of misunderstandings, two mutant-hating policemen catch sight of the two, and they're stuck to figure a way out.
Houston, We Have a Problem: Danny almost gets mugged in an alleyway, but easily dispatches all of his attackers before getting shot and killed. When he comes back to life, a confused Mirror tries to talk to him about it, but a confused Danny thinks she's there to talk about his prior break-in to the Mansion. Eventually, they manage to get things straight, and have a rather nice discussion about things.
World's Most Convenient Suicide Bomber: Danny is forced by a mob leader he screwed over to rob a bank, and Isabel is present to witness part of it. They start chatting, which somehow spirals into Isabel sarcastically insulting Danny's bank robbing skills as he indignantly tries to preserve his pride.
Step Into the Looking Glass: Randy's opening a jazz bar, and Danny's there to witness it. Except, he technically looks underage, and it's not like he has ID of any sort that isn't a century or two old.
Artistic Beginnings: Danny runs into Margo by chance, who he'd saved some time earlier from a crazy armed mutant hater. They start talking, except the conversation is awkward beyond belief.
Brr...: Follow-up to Artistic Beginnings. Danny and Margo break into the Mansion's Danger Room to run a simulation for funsies.
Jitterbug: Elke is trying to run away from the X-Mansion, and Saph is trying to stop her. Except Danny is also there from a sneaky trip to the Mansion's Danger Room, and ends up really just throwing a wrench in things because he's not technically supposed to be there.
Paint This Town: Danny encounters a ghost from his past, as Mirror runs from giant nightmare spiders. They end up meeting again, and lots of fighting and explosions ensue.
Welcome to New York, we hope you enjoy your stay!: Chris has stolen Mars's bag, Mirror just happens to be there and tackles the wrong guy, while an irritated and jet-lagged Danny steps in because he's there and why not. A giant mess of WTF and flying solid Pillow Pets ensues.
Cruzin' for a bruisin': Danny's just minding his own business when he hears someone shout a certain gay slur. Pissed, he proceeds to murder the entire gang of muggers, and accidentally ends up saving Chris's life too.
Rude Awakenings: Danny starts shouting for Mirror in the X-Mansion at unholy hours of the morning because he's in trouble again. The two of them then plot how to ensure Danny doesn't become a mutant lab rat for the mob.
Home, Bittersweet Home: Megan has returned to NYC, and Danny's there to greet her with blood from his gunshot wounds and his armed pursuer. She's a good Samaritan and ends up helping Danny, who then doesn't have to deal with the aftermath of waking up buried underground or at a body dump site.
Immortals Meet: Danny meets Emily, a fellow immortal just a little bit younger than he is. They bond over immortal problems that literally nobody else will ever have.
Side Plots: Freaky Friday and Halloween Plot
Paint This Town: Danny runs into some nightmare spiders and an old haunt from his past. Also, Mirror.
Once Upon a Midnight's Screaming: Danny thought that he couldn't get rid of Mirror, but he didn't quite expect to wake up one morning and be Mirror. Suffice it to say, he was not happy, and neither were the people who quite liked Mirror over her body's new occupant.
Wha- This isn't my bed.: Danny wakes up in Mirror's body sleeping next to whoever is possessing his archenemy, Evelyn's, body. He proceeds to totally not freak out as he tries to figure out what to do.
It's a Danny day: Danny, still in Mirror's body, makes his way back to his apartment because he really wants his body back, to find Mirror. Himself. Or something.
Rise: Danny, realizing that he has quite a bit of money that he hasn't done much with, decides to put it to good use. Namely, by building himself the world's saddest criminal empire run by the world's most ineffective criminal.
Casual Misunderstandings: Ember runs into Danny and some minions beating up somebody who helped a kidnapper, and misinterprets the situation, believing Danny to be the villain. He proceeds to attack Danny, and failed attempts to clarify what's going on ensues.
Just a Typical Friday Night: Danny's just hanging out by the docks when he saves a cat and gets himself impaled in the process. The resulting explosion incinerates everything, but luckily, Aura is there to help a disoriented Danny out.
Recruitment: Danny, believing that the X-Men and the Sanctuary are his biggest threats, hires somebody to arm him and his newfound army for defense. And maybe some offense.
Breaking In: Danny needs to make money somehow, and the easiest way is to just steal it from people who deserve it. So he breaks into a casino warehouse, only to find Rummy there, who wants the same thing he does.
A Drink with the Devil: Danny enters a bar as shelter from the rain and is magnificently third-wheeled by a flirting Rummy and a panicking Lori Faust.
Intruder Alert: Danny realizes one night that there's an intruder in the warehouse where he stockpiles his weapons, and proceeds to sneak through it to find whoever it is, finding Jude pretending to be a ghost and a vaguely irritated Mirror.
Up All Night to Get Lucky: Danny is kidnapped and Noel is somehow there (with Jiri pretending to be God in her head, of course) to play strip Russian roulette. Neither has any idea why they're there, but Jiri seems intent on making them play the game, because strip Russian roulette.
"Well that's too bad, isn't it? I don't really feel like giving him up." That...that was good. That was very good, and rather nice of her. He could work with that.
But the man was advancing, almost chuckling, saying, "Don't pick fights you can't win, b**ch. I just want the kid, and you can run home and fix your makeup and be home in time for lunch." What an asshole. Danny was briefly reminded of why he had chosen to beat the man up and drop him unceremoniously in front of the police station instead of leaving him unconscious at the scene of the crime once again.
The man was too caught up in his glee at finally having his prey so close that he didn't even notice the rather strange fangs that seemed to be protruding from between her lips, and he was effectively pointing at his victim through his protector, which was why he was aiming for her chest. But as she started to move forward rather rapidly, still grinning rather eerily, the man still held his ground, not quite clever enough to respond to the more obvious threat.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
”Yeah, and that’s why I’m here. Conflict resolution is kinda the thing we do. So, let’s see… You got something to eat? Kinda missed out on breakfast.”
Danny winced somewhat apologetically, walking past the piano and into the kitchen area, Gawain trailing along behind, saying his ideas as Danny listened and rummaged through his panty. He didn’t eat too often, considering he flew through rebirths rapidly enough to negate the effects of hunger, and while he could cook well, it was hard to find something practical enough that would last for a long time. But he was sure he could find something.
”Well, one of them is killing out the mob, but as I said, I’d rather not until we have a very good reason. Alternately, I have two ideas… well, three. One, we find out why they want that particular guy dead, and see if we can fake his death, since it’s probably better for him to go off the radar. If you don’t kill him someone else will.” It was likely that he’d be a target in the future, but the man was a politician. Politicians didn’t just disappear, and Danny suspected that the reason the mob wanted this specific one dead was because he was pushing for a bill that would do something bad to the mob’s earnings, which meant the man himself probably wouldn’t agree with going off the radar just for Danny’s sake.
”Two, we fake your death, and somehow convince them that this time it was real. And then you go off the radar.” Also improbable. Because, for starters, Danny liked his place and would prefer to keep it.
”Three: We scare the living crap out of them.”
Now that was more like it.
“I can work with that last one,” Danny said, grinning, as he pulled out a blueberry muffin, tossing it to Gawain. He strode over to the fridge, opening the door and grabbing one of those little bottles of orange juice, tossing that to him as well. “I have plenty of experience in that department. But the main problem is that there’s not much you can do in intimidating criminals like them - they’re too stupid to know better. So what could we possibly do to scare them so thoroughly off me?"
