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.
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He felt like he had been hit by a train. Even if it had been like two whole sentences the woman on the other end of the phone had spat out. The tone made them a lot more… something.
He took a step back, in real life. And just sort of like reevaluated his place in it. In existence. Ho boy.
She was mad. About yesterday. What had he even done yesterday? He spent a few seconds of dead phone silence trying to think on what had happened the day before.
Well. He had worn an outfit that had not quite matched. He had heard about that, at the end of the day? Had she heard about that? From who? Who had appointed Lee the fashion police? But no. Not that.
He had gotten street vendor food. Yeah. Probably a bad idea on any regular day. But he knew the guy who made the food. Trusted him with his guts. Was she reprimanding him for that? Wait. No. That did not even make sense.
Why was it, he could add together huge sums in his head nearly instantly, but could not put 2 and 2 together with people sometimes?! Oh right. Super powers.
Wait. Pooooowers. What had he done with powers? Well, he had helped with Tarin, so— wait. Had that not been a good idea?!
”-but he said thank you.” Shin finished a thought out loud.
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>>> ”Yeeeah…um…whatevs,” Atticus said, stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie. ”Manage to pass your test? When do I get the wicked uniform that doesn’t burn off me shoulders every time I use my powers?”
Atticus had seemed to almost pick himself up a little when Shin spoke to him, before quickly reasserting the snark. On the teen scale, though, the snark levels were a little low. He could have done a lot more.
When did the kid get a uniform? Who made the uniforms these days? Kealey had, but there was another person. He had not really met them, but— well. He would have to speak with Sam about meeting them, some time. Kealey usually made his stuff, but the new person probably worked wonders of their own.
Shin shrugged his shoulders. Atticus was too old for X-kid, so he’d probably start as a trainee. ”Uniform, we can probably get you some training clothes sooner, rather than later. If you wanted to join the x men, you work a few missions side by side with a full team member, then take a test for trainee. Then you earn full status with more missions. At some point during that, Javi, I think their name is(?), would probably make you a costume. Or my wife could make something sleeveless. I don’t know much about fireproof clothing or unstable molly-whatevers or anything. Did you have a design in mind, or just the generic black and yellow, eye blinding yellow, or leather?”
They made pleather, too. In any color under the sun.
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As the flames passed above Shin’s back, he winced. A twinge of pain. His side was starting to bother him, after that aerial maneuver.
He glanced up to see if the flame dragon had taken out its creator, only to see a man largely untouched. His colorful clothes may have been a little singed, and he may have taken several steps backwards, but the fire… it seemed the fire guy was not going to be taken out by his own flames. Which figured.
Better looked down at him, and a smile slowly creeped over his face. Uh oh.
>>> "Argh!"
From across the area, he heard Rex call out. His attention veered in two separate ways. One direction had him reacting to the attack from Better. The other had him looking towards Rex. Shin wanted to help the man, but first he needed to help himself. Wasn’t there something someone said about those who help themselves?
—-
As Shard focused on his fight, Tim focused on his own. His attack on King James had hit, and he clenched his teeth in his own grin of victory. The shield connected, and sent the whip reeling backwards. Then the man’s sword came down at the whip. The flaming whip. Tim kept up the grin. His flaming whip. It could take the sword. The sword made of fire. Tim at no point thought better of the idea. He was really discounting the other mystic and their prowess. But COME ON—
The sword cut through the whip, severing the enchantments and shattering a link in the chains.
“OH COME ON!” He shouted.
He swung the rest of the severed whip at James, and let go to send it whoosh whoosh whooshing at the man feebly. Likely to be deflected by a flaming shield. But while he was distracted… he reached into a pouch and got out some enchanted Kunai throwing knives. He did a quick activating charm, then threw two at the target. Heh heh.
—
The fire blast came down, and Shin spread the shards composing the sword apart in a rapid rearrangement. He formed a shield. The heat ate at it, and it was not the thickest shield. If this kept up, he would be in trouble. But— while the person was focused on throwing flames at his shield—
Shin tilted his head to get a visual on the guy, and weakly raised one arm. Clenched his fist, and— launched the gauntlet off his arm like a rocket punch. It sailed under the guy’s guard, and arced up and away from the flames, towards their chin. Bomp!!! It was a solid uppercut, and it sent the man reeling, flames dying out.
In the moment, Shin surged back up to his feet, and swung his unarmored hand, one, two, one, two. The gauntlet mimicked the motion, boxing Better around. And he was looking rough.
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The whip was drawn back to strike at the armored figure while he was distracted, and — a fireball from armored man’s compatriot flashed by Tim’s face before he could act. Close, a warning shot. He sensed the spell a moment before it came, and was able to take a step back, arching his back away from the heat bloom. He avoided it. He had not been able to cast anything in response, however.
This man, King James, he dealt in fire. Well. Tim, he knew a thing or two about magic. He had survived the battle at the mansion, seen what the x-men had done to their people, and when the opportunity arose to get revenge, he had taken it. For Akh. For money. For glory and revenge.
Silently, Tim brought one hand up over his head, fingers curled down slightly, fingertips hovering over his forehead. He pulled the hand back in an arc over his head.
Lion.
He sensed the magic, as King James began speaking. Tasted it in his mouth. It tasted like burnt marshmallows to him. The man was CASTING something big this time.
>>>”Through the brightness before him were coals of fire kindled.” King James said.
As he completed the verse, a cloud of light formed in front of him. The cloud then condensed into seven hovering fist-sized fireballs. The man started flicking his balls, one by one, like a card dealer at a casino. One by one, the fireballs shot at him.
Tim screamed “Lion!!” He activated the spell with the slash of a whip, intersecting the snaking weapon between the first fireball and his body, then cracking it once more for the second, the third. Runes glowed across the flowing whip. He absorbed some of the heat with his spell, pulling it into his whip, his hand, his arm, his chest. Excess energy bled off as heat, from the whip, from his flesh. He let out a breath that steamed. Then focused that energy back into his whip, which ignited in flames to catch the fourth missile. Then, he was leaning forward and moving to one side in a dash. Out of the range of the fireballs. They cracked against a nearby brick wall, with flaming plink plink plinks and a spray of stone chips each time.
Across the battlefield, Better paused his battle with the armored man to snap his eyes in the direction of the spell. The fire. They really ought to swap. But it seemed his friend had it under control. Magic vs magic, mutant vs mutant. It was the way.
Better’s eyes narrowed at Garo. The earlier blow to his gut had hurt. He had staggered back, then whirled his hands around in a circle to create a living shield of flames to guard against a follow up. Garo had raised a hand, and called the sword back to his grasp.
If he had not known the guy was Shard, Garo, an X-man they had targeted, he might have thought it a magic spell. It certainly seemed too elaborate to be an organic mutation. But then, his fire was also elaborate when he shaped it.
Tim lashed out at King James with a flaming whip. At the last second before it would strike at James, he took his index finger and aimed it skyward. He pointed at the sky. The flaming chain whip changed direction, coming out of the feint to attempt a strike.
Meanwhile, Shard had launched himself upwards with his levitation, to avoid a lobbed fireball from Better. The fireball shifted and shrlorped upwards at him, a dragon arcing towards the sky. After him.
Shard took evasive actions, veering to the right, then diving at Better with sword drawn. The man’s eyes widened, and he spun his hands in an attempt to call up some new flames.
Shard landed without striking, and went prone in front of him. Just in time for the fire dragon to glide over his now prone back, and smash into Better. It had been following too close.
Boom! Shin felt the heat off the impact, through his shard armor.
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It was the day after He had helped train Tarin. Weird session. Tiny box. The man had issues. Shin thought nothing of it as he dialed up Lee.
It had been a minute since him and Kealey had gone on a for real date, five months, at least. What with baby before and after, people had been tired and busy and tired and crazed. But Lee had offered. To watch. So he finally had decided to ask.
Kealey was a good judge of character. And shin had spoken Lee prayers. And praises. Lee walks through fire, Lee overthrows regimes. Lee raises a child as a single parent, on her own, and he turns out awesome. With no help. In another country. On the moon. He May have been lying on that last one. But she had put out a giant fire with him, or at least helped people. Before he’d lost contact. So he had lots to say, all good. Kealey believed him.
He called.
Lee answered.
Her cheerfully said “hi Lee!”
He was not prepared for the oncoming conversation. The angry billowing steam. The headlights. The whistle.
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>>> “No burning alive? Bruv, they’re not even real!” Atticus started to argue.
Shin thought to himself, ‘well Attticus, I have high expectations for you and think you will go far. You can do hard things. You get better every day.’
He thought those sorts of thoughts about every student, but— well. Atticus had fire, which was one of the hardest elements to work with. Just because it burns. Other elements have less chance of mortality.
But he never shared these thoughts, because the scene went back into order, and the kid had to go back into the swing of things. Shin had not liked the fire in his eyes before he’d restarted the scenario, though… the way the boy had looked at him when he’d been getting lectured had seemed uber angry.
There was a moment’s hesitation, then the boy scoffed and stepped into action. Seemed he had a plan.
Shin watched. As he did, he casually formed a lime green triangular shard platform on the ground. It took a few seconds. He walked over to stand on it, when it was done being made. If the simulation attacked him, he would just fly away. Out of reach. He wasn’t going to step in again, unless the boy needed help. This was his simulation to win.
His first part of his plan involved destruction of property. The career history for Shin wailed, crying out the “I used to be a cop, stop, that’s illegal” wail of helplessness. He disregarded it. X men break things all the time. He was pretty sure the city had insurance for it. Or else the mansion paid. Thank god for deep pocketed investors.
The falling lamp post did stall people, though. Non-lethally. Good good. A step forwards for Atty. He followed it up with more costly destruction of property. A street, this time. Hooray!
Shin started hovering several feet above the danger room floor. He took on an aerial view. Away from the heat blooming off the street.
It was a good moat. Against most of the crew. Two jumped him from behind. He needed to work on his martial defenses. Maybe Shin could teach him some moves. Or Sam could. Instead of punching and kicking, Atticus got heated up. Unbearably so.
The heat got so bad, the fighters collapsed from exhaustion. Another benefit would have been, if he were hot to the touch, people would not want to touch him. Two-for-one. Not bad.
Atticus lowered the heat, and turned to look at him.
“Better,” Atticus asked.
Shin was actually floating in the air and not quite where he was looking.
The voice from above called ”Much better. Good move with making your body hot. They won’t want to touch you, and just being around you is unpleasant. Smart.”
He thought maybe he ought to clarify that last comment with a caveat (when you’re using your power), but figured ‘eh.’ Atticus surely knew he meant that. It was implied.
He was not going to lecture him on the destruction of city streets or lamp posts. He had not said ‘no melting lamp posts.’ If a situation called for drastic measures such as that, an X man assisting on solving that problem was probably worth the price of one section of city street.
He moved to land next to the group of fighters Atticus had stranded. Part of him wanted to showboat, and knock them all out. That seemed egregiously flashy. So he just told the danger room the scenario was over. The figures and city scape became blank white room.
”In a team situation, your teammates will probably help you take care of the people you’re stranding. And they will watch your back. Keep practicing with the things I’ve mentioned already, and you’ll definitely improve. You’ve already got some nice strength. Strategy takes practice.”
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Rex had himself a sword, too. His was on fire. Which was pretty great. If only Shin could do a sword on fire. Theoretically, he could make a chain sword. Like a chain saw, but a sword. With moving shards. But— that was something he worried might hurt people more than just swinging a regular hurty sword. So— but it might have been useful, now.
”1.” Shin said.
As he said the number, Rex nodded. And dispelled the shield. Somewhere, a booming radio started blaring music.
Bring Em Out Song by T.I.
Right as Shin stepped forward, turning the sword in a little circle in his hands, then gripping it in front of himself, ready to throw down.
Better drew back a hand, ready to bring the fire. But Shin darted in, and dove to the side. Out of the way of a fireball. He lobbed his sword at Better, and controlled it with his mind. The blade flew under Better’s defense, to hit him in the gut with the handle of the sword. Non-lethal. Better staggered back, clutching their gut.
”You may be good,” He told the fire man. ”But I am better.. Better.”
He was a dad now. He could use that as an excuse for the dad jokes he always got away with before. Now, he had an excuse.
Tim drew back the whip, and prepared to lash at the armored figure while he was fighting his friend.
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Oh, blessed healing. It rushed through him, and as it did, the gash in his side went from a major injury to something He might have described as merely a flesh wound. And not the Monty Python Black Knight version, where He had an arm off.
He may not have actually been royalty, but in shins eyes, Rex was king. Shin felt revitalized. He could fight now! Still had whatever was going on with the fire situation, the toxins or poison? Yeah. But He could fight for a few minutes, then seek medical help. And all the small injuries were gone. He might reopen the gash if He was too feisty, but—
He wiped sweat from his brow, then got to his feet.
Shin thanked Rex. Called him a life saver.
The man brought up a fire shield, after saying something that sounded religious. And Shin felt even better. This change was merely mental. He had been pretty hopeless. Had. Note, Now he had hope. Now. What to do about these pesky pricks?
“Ohoho,” a voice sang out.
They approached.
“Found you! And who is this, then?” The second one said. Fire-man. Tie dye hell.
Behind rex and his shield, Shin called out. ”Names. Tell us your names! First.” Villains love to talk. That would buy him a second.
The two men exchanged looks. Ninja man smiled. His teeth were almost fangs. Wolflike. Predatory. They had decided something.
“There are some who call me…. Tim.” He sneered.
Fireman cut in. “And I was newt, but now I’m Better!”
They shared a laugh at their cleverness.
Behind Rex, Shin muttered something like “God save me from Monty python.” Aloud, He shouted: ”Okay. Fake names, then. This here is King James. And I—“
They both attacked the shield in unison. It was so bright, it hurt to look at it too closely. Attacks batted the shield, and for the moment, though the temperature rose as fire met fire, the shield held.
3, 2, 1. Henshin.
There was a flash of light behind Rex, as Shin transformed. The focus He had kept these long minutes, it reached the payoff.
Armor appeared on the Asian Man, brilliant. Golden. Stylized plate. The helmet resembled a lions face. With sneering, snarling fangs, sun flare mane, and peaked ears. This time, he had opted for the costume design with the black Cape.
Shin finished the thought from the sentence earlier. ”I am GARO!!”
He did not usually include a cape. Black, red, it was an easy addition that did not cut into the form restrictions. A simple omission, when He felt like skipping it. And He rarely used any form of armor, save this one. Kamen rider and tuxedo mask could only hope to look this good. Changing color took very little system memory. The texturing, cloth like, slight designs, patterns… consumed resources already included in the base design. Texturing was the only fancy thing about it. For making something out of what amounted to diamonds, using your mind to make like cloth… it had taken time, commitment, and a whole lot of will. All for what came down to (basically) costume porn.
Capes are a mixed bag in the super hero costume industry. Some hate them. They offer nothing, Except maybe warmth. Stylish, sure, but the drawback is they’re easy to grab. Unless they resist damage (his could), or fire (ehhh), capes are generally best left at home. Overdressed, over designed , liabilities. Costume porn. Yes. He was aware. But also, made of shards, which usually treasure time to draw out. With a minor effort of will, He made the cape reform into a black longsword. Could costume porn do that? It only took like 10 seconds. During which, Rex protecc.
Boom Slash Boom
Making the cape was equivalent to carrying assorted shards. Bringing his toolbox. The sword was a simplified version, black and long and without ornamentation. Usually, it was black and gold, with tiny designs on the blade. He was poisoned, had lost blood, and was in a hurry. Big and effective would have to do. The armor counted for plenty style points, already.
In full armor, with sword, Shard stepped forward to stand next to King James. I mean Rex. Sweat dripped down his side, beneath armor. Heat bloom made the alley hot.
Nobody could see the smile beneath the snarl of the helmet. But they could hear it.
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How would he react? That’s what Shard wondered? Would he be defensive, understanding, some place in-between? Students had reacted myriad ways in his presence. It was not always the simplest thing to predict the future. But, he had to help the future generations. He had to try. Put himself out there, and TEACH. Because knowledge is power. And—
Yeah those frozen power characters were unnerving. Note to self: yeah, more of this more often. Put people properly off. Makes them unpredictable. Causes growth.
Atticus stared at him, a little dumbfounded.
That was his name, right? A teacher needs to know their students names. And he had memorized so many. The mnemonic for this one had been… “Atticus- atty- ‘ats a lott o fire, innit? Bruv…” he didn’t often share mnemonics, for obvious reasons.
Anyways.
Openly mocking. Yeah, that was his response. SYUPER.
>>> “Oh, alright bruv,” Atticus said, with a shake of his head.
SEE!! There, right there. The mnemonic. Bruv. He had not been exaggerating. He had been doing this teaching thing long enough to get some things right. Mostly.
Kid kept talking. Digging, really. Their own grave. Shin smiled tightly and listened.
>>> “You look like a math teacher. What’d you know about what I can do? I was just about to smoke all these robot-light-things. I had them on the ropes. So who’re you to give me pointers?”
”Well, I do happen to be a math teacher. And Japanese. Anyways! He smiiled.
”Smoking things isn’t quite what x men do. Unless we’re fighting non-living things. If they’re alive, people start doing wild things like calling the police, so- let’s try this session again, and go non-lethal.” Like the comics code version of being a human torch here. ”No openly burning people, no ‘people become ashes!’ Use your brain, create areas people won’t want to enter. Back them into corners, situations where they want to avoid your power! Webs of fire, cages, walls. Be smarter than the brainless AI I programmed. Aaaaand, go—“
Shin quickly directed the danger room to proceed with the scenario, through a verbal command. Before ‘Atticus- Atty- ‘atts a lot of fire, innit, bruv’… could react to very sensible suggestions of protocol: namely, don’t burn people alive.
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Footsteps behind him. Shin turned his head, momentarily wary and oh so exhausted. If this were another threat, he just didn’t think he could— oh. A man in flannel, jeans. Were those work boots?
He Did not look like that blazing hellfire demon in tie dye technicolor, or the other one. Naruto ripoff. All he did was swear. Was that all he ever did?
Shin, in his injured haze, probably did not recognize him from the battle at the mansion or the after party. They had both been… incredibly busy. So, when he crouched down next to him, the Asian tried for a second to flinch away from the man. To sort of hunch down with his knee down, and protect his core. His belly.
>>>”My name is Rex.” The man said.
He was quick, as he reached out towards him. A little sound escaped Shin, sort of like “uhn uhn.” With a tinge of panic. Like a ‘no.’ The hand touched his shoulder, but did not bring the hurt. No. Instead, the man said:
>>> "Do not be alarmed. I can heal you. Can you tell me what is going on?"
That was entirely different than his thoughts had been. The defensive ones.
”Hurt.” Shin grunted, and moved his hand, which had been pressed tightly to the gash on his side. By his stomach. The moment the hand moved away from the wound, fresh blood came to gladly greet Rex. Shin slapped the hand back onto the wound, and winced at the sudden pain. Through gritted teeth, he said: ”Two guys are on my tail. One has fire. One has a blade whip. Maybe magic. I got attacked. Surprised. If I have a few moments, I can Armor up. Maybe summon a sword, but—“
The sword would take additional time. If the guy healed him, he could armor up right away, then focus on that.
Two voices were calling out to him, in a sing song voice. “Come out come out—“
“Wherever you are~!”
Shin met Rex’s gaze with triangular pupils, and made some quick calculations in his head about whether or not he could trust the man. Sweat beaded on his brow.
”Please. My blood is on fire. Th’ blade must’ve...”
Magic crackled down the street. They were nearly there. The whip guy was prepping a spell.
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And suddenly, Shin was airborne, body turning, parallel to the ground. Blood sprayed from a gash to his side as the bladed chain-whip cranked back to its owners hands. Gravity reasserted itself. The X hit Terra firma, Firmly. A strained groan escaped him as Shin tried to reacquire the air knocked from his lungs. The second assailant laughed. Evilly. He was dressed colorfully enough to be deemed ‘Super.’
This was bad. He was outnumbered, getting attacked all around. They had jumped him, before He could fully charge a Henshin transformation. He had been so close, too. The moment He had been told about the situation, the sec He had moved to get into position, he had begun the charge. But they had appeared a hair too early for him to unleash.
One was some sort of magical martial artist, with a blade chain-whip. The other had some sort of mutation like pouncing fire that behaved as if alive. If it hit, it gripped and moved you, like telekinesis. He knew from personal experience. Fire had gripped, tossed, chain whip had gashed, spun him. Then, he had fallen. He still had yet to get up.
How bad was his cut to the side? It was bleeding. Felt like burning. And maybe, a little numbness was setting in. Was that shock? Or was there something on the blade? A chemical compound that—
If he could focus just a little bit longer. If only he had some way to delay for time, some distraction. He had Need. The need was great.
Chain-Whip guy joined in with the laughter, voice low, earthy. Reminded him of metal cleats on pebbles. “Weak.” He said.
He was dressed in black half-pants that were baggy, almost like parachute-quality. Loose and free for leaping about. His top was a gray-black fishnet shirt, with an onyx-colored short jacket on top. His hair looked like it had used half the bottle of product to keep it in a spiked shell.
Fireman was brightly colored, as previously noted. It was like a rainbow had barfed on his shirt. His pants were, his pants were—
Shin coughed, as he struggled to his feet. He wiped a smear of blood away from his mouth. Maybe he could lure the man with indescribably vivid pants to burn him again, to hit his side and sear the wound. For now— he tore off one sleeve, and wrapped it tightly around his waist to make a quick bandage. Or… tried to. A moment was all it took to realize that while that might have worked for an arm, for his side, it just wouldn’t do. IT would not stretch far enough.
Colorful chortled, full on nose snorting. “Pathetic. Idiot.”
Shin let the sleeve drop to the ground in disgust. That had been a nice shirt, too. Orange and blue. With a picture of the symbol of the Kaiō emblem on the back and the turtle kanji on the front. Anime as heck. Long-sleeved compression tee, with a fake belt imprint and — fake t-shirt by the neckline- and— ugh. Kealey would have never let him leave the house if she’d seen. Too DBZ. Too much. And— was her loopy from blood loss already? What did this have to do with—
He supposed there was nothing else for it but to discard the Henshin in progress, and use his mind to summon shards to press tightly and keep the wound compressed. What a waste. But armor would be of no use to him, if he bled out. And he could not actively summon shards while he was focused on Henshin, so…
No. He kept the focus. So close. He mentally adjusted the armor in his mind, so when it finally did form, it would be tighter. Compress. Pressure bandage. Until then— the Asian clapped a hand down on his side, and held tight. He staggered, hazarding several steps back on the city street, away from the duo. Then, He turned and ran—
—
Fire rained. The whip slashed. Windows shattered and car alarms rocked the block. Shin stumbled on. Destruction was the cost of evasion. How long had He ran? 10? 20? 30 seconds?
Close.
He dropped to one knee, by the mouth of an alley. A few seconds more, and— Maybe He could dart inside—
He was bleeding from a few more cuts. Broken window shards, shrapnel from explosions. Bites from dusted sidewalk. He was Bruised. He was burned. He had fought.
“Not good enough.” One of them said. He didn’t know who.
His blood felt like it was on fire. It was just his side. The rest was superficial. He should have fought with his ring, his wedding ring, instead of fleeing….
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Suuuper.
The guy capitalized on an open back. He launched himself into the air, then let loose a torrent of flames that hit several of the fighters.
You know, in the real world, that sort of thing would be frowned upon. Now that he considered things, they would have to work on figuring out what sorts of uses his flames could have that weren’t melting the bodies of his enemies. Or options that left him more fully clothed… since he was losing some things with every burst of fire.
Shin watched the people dance in flames. “An endless whirlwind of blazing fire”? Neat.
The guy landed, fires burning and ready to go.
>>> ”Come on, bruv!! Who's next?! I’ll show you why you don’t mess with the INFERNO!!”
Ahem. Yes, aaaand…
”Computer, please? Pause Scenario.” Shin said to the ceiling.
Everything froze. Including the people on-fire. Which looked weird.
Tmp tmp tmp. His footsteps were the only sound in the room as the Asian approached the fiery youth,
Shin took a deep breath, smiled, and waved.
”Hi. I’m Shard. AKA, Tetsuya Shinbo. I see you found the Danger Room alright. We, uh, saw your handiwork in the locks.” He scratched his cheek awkwardly. ”Love the enthusiasm, hate the destruction of property. Can we stop for a minute and talk about that? And maybe, about some thoughts I’ve got for the session, so you can finish it on a high note?”
Felt kind of awkward, to pause right in the middle, and right as he was all powered up to rain more… fire… on the backs of these nice folks. Really, they needed to find a way to fight with fire that didn’t leave everyone dead. As a teacher, he felt compelled to broach the subject tactfully.
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He watched the guy fight. Fire was the weapon of choice, which was interesting. He had helped one fire mutant train before, Kate. He has a few thoughts on that. Often, fire was deeply connected to emotions. Some feared their own gifts. Some had to have special bedsheets or bedrooms. One bad dream…
The young man did alright to start, using improvised weapons on top of flashes of flame. But… wave after wave came. Unrelenting. The man grew tired. Who wouldn’t?
He was surrounded. He’d been hit. It seemed it was time.
Decisions decisions.
The transformation he had mentally been prepping was still an option, but if He did that and jumped in to help, He might get attacked. Mistakes are made. Probably best to save that for later.
He could end the session. Lame. Nobody wanted that. What a cop out that would be. No “Yes, and” at all. Just resignation.
Giant tortilla chip? Took time. Big sword? Time.
Whatever. Something. Anything.
He ran at the group surrounding him, coat Kealey had made flaring in his wake. Big, white, long. The wedding ring on his finger drifted up and away as He focused upon it. It was made of shards. Loads of tiny shards. Triangular barriers he had made. Shin sent it flying into the back of the first armored figures helmet as he thrust out one hand. The figure staggered forward like they’d been hit by a pitched fastball in the back of the head. He tore his hand back, and the ring sailed to him, then, thrust, launch! It hit the next. Yank thrust. The next.
They started turning as it happened. He could tag several in rapid succession, and they noticed their allies stumbling forward.
” Hey guys! Look at me, the big, dumb distraction!” Shin laughed raucously. Then, as they all faced him, he jerked to a halt. And started running backwards, away from them without ever looking away. The fingers of one hand watched the taunting “come on” gesture.
They followed.
Her hoped the young man could take a breather, and utilize this opening. Capitalizing on a bunch of open backs.
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The Asian sighed. ”Go to your room. We can train you later. I’ve got to—“
Exceedingly violent sounds were coming from the danger room now. The most dangerous sounds. The highest difficulty settings had been unleashed. He could almost see the thoughts in her head as her eyes widened in sudden interest at the rapid exchange going on just through the doorway. Sounded like the kid was already fighting for his life. He knew how hard the simulation was. It just might have been one of his.
Lenna sighed, and turned to leave. ”Do not immediately shut it off. Give him a chance to prove he can handle the situation. We do not need to coddle people. And he chose it. Do not doubt people when they have self-confidence, until they prove themselves unable to back it up.
Shin sighed as she walked away. He rubbed at the back of his neck, then did an about-face and stepped inside the danger room.
Yeah. There was some chaos going on now. The kid was fighting a group of people in armor. People they had to be careful to be non-descript regarding, or else they might find lawyers on their doorsteps.
They attacked the young man with punches and kicks, in spite of the fact some had big swords at their sides, one, a bow an arrow that never shot for lethality except against monsters, and a comically large laser gun.. they chose fists. And he— well…
Shin crossed his arms again, and leaned against the danger room wall for a minute. The wall looked like a building. It said “Kaiba Corp” on a plaque on the wall. That was a silly detail. He was wearing a big flowing white coat too…
He would give the guy just a minute before he swept in to protect him. He was already prepping his own transformation. That’d take a minute or two. Until then he’d give him a chance. Like she said… he got a chance.
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It seemed like they both agreed, the doctor probably had more important things to do than heal a minor self-inflicted hand wound. They also both had better things to do than to get yelled at by an old man.
Tarin took his apology, and said there wasn’t need for one. Also, yeah, he’d been thinking that earlier. Things don’t instantly get better. Problems don’t always get solved in a single day. He nodded.
Tarin shared a thought. Good to know a time frame on a worst case scenario. ”Yeah. It is good to know stuff like that.” Shin said. What he had meant to say was ‘knowledge is power.’ But that had felt far too cliche, too ‘Saturday morning cartoon’. They would all cheer about how knowing was half the battle, or something. And then they’d bump fists or jump in the air and freeze frame. But Tarin’s issue was far too serious for cliche’d statements and Saturday morning cartoons. It would be good to know the absolute worst reactions one could have.
They just stood for a tiny bit, as they both processed and calculated. Then Tarin said:
>>> ”I really appreciate this… Even if it doesn’t seem like it.”
”I am happy to help. We’ll have to try a few more times, a different day.” He said.
A few moments later, Shin added: ”I want you to try and spend some time thinking on triggers. Is it the closeness of the space? The idea of the closeness? Just think on it, maybe write down what goes through your mind and try to separate yourself from it so you can analyze… I don’t know… I just know journaling can help people process things better than just having bad dreams.
It might give them a clue as to what they should target, what to work on. And knowledge is indeed power. It would give them a head start.
