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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
The crowd was large tonight, cheering excitedly at the spectacle that was playing out before them. Tonight was an event to end all events, or so the tagline went on the invites that went out to the usual patrons. The Tower Arena, hosted and owned by the Syndicate, was having an open tournament. Any mutant who thought they could handle a good fight for a large prize were invited to test their metal against old fighters and new. This was all kept underground of course, to keep the police from sticking their nose where they were unwanted, and of course gambling on the fighters were encouraged. Couldn't turn a profit on drinks alone after all.
And it wasn't just the rich that showed up to watch either. Word got around quickly from mutant to mutant and in the cheap seats, those mutants who could not fight but would gladly cheer on their fellow mutants, whether they were related or not, cheering just as excitedly at each blow or clever trick. They were here, as well, to gamble what little money they did have in hopes of winning it big.
Mutant fights were like no other fight on Earth. A human boxer could knock a man flat in a single blow, sure. But could he do it with fire, could he do it while flying, or not even laying a finger on his opponent. This was the draw of mutant fights, a shiny twist on an old classic. Once one saw such an extravaganza, all other fights paled in comparison.
As for the fighters, there were a multitude of reasons to be there. For some this was a chance to settle deputes, those mutants who were defending the honor and territory of their various gangs. For others, this was purely about money, a chance to win a prize and perhaps a permanent job with the arena. And for still more, this was just a chance to cut loose and really find out how far their powers went.
For Victor, he was defending his title. As the heavy weight champion, he was dependent on this job and he wasn't about to let some nobody steal that from him. This was his territory and an intruder was just kindling for his fire.
From the locker room he heard the announcement that the fight had ended. That was his signal. He got up and headed to the entryway, waiting for his name to be called out. "Lets give another cheer for our incredible fighters! Just fantastic folks! Now, for the fighter you've been waiting for, here to defend his title, our very own heavy weight champion! The fire lizard, the beast from the south, the raging inferno: VICTOR OCHOOOOOAAAAA!"
Victor took the cue, running out to the sound of cheering, roaring in response. He raise his four arms, encouraging the crowd to continue cheering, even throwing a few small fire balls into the air for show.
"And in the opposing corner!"
[OOC: All are welcome, spectators, gamblers, opponents. Hell I'm down for a little two on one if you guys want. All options are welcome.]
Victor blinked and looked up to see there was a boy he didn't recognize among them. His cousins didn't bat an eye and answered right away in unison, "Castle Protectors!" They raised their swords valiantly and he had to chuckle. They had been planning this since they found out there were wooden swords at the craft fair. Which had only been a couple of hours ago.
“Can I play with you, too?”
Majo and David looked at each other, then at Victor who was still laying on the ground. Then at their older sister Sophia, who was still ignoring them, absorbed into her phone now. Finally they looked back at Chase. "Do you have a sword?" Majo asked before Victor added, "And are your parents okay with it? We don't want you to get in trouble." Or rather Victor didn't want to get in trouble for playing with a child that wasn't related to him. There was a very good chance that any "responsible" parent would freak out if they saw their kid even close to him. Freaking out could also mean a call to the police and he definitely didn't want that happening, not with his cousins around.
Individual Character's full name: Víctor Calisto Ochoa Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Wyrm Gender: Male Age: 21 Date of Birth: 7/4/1994 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sacramento, California Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Latino, Peruvian
Appearance Hair color and style: Do horns count as hair? If so, three on either side of his head. Skin Tone: It varies by how much heat he’s absorbed, ashy-grey to a bright yellow-orange. Eye Color: Black sclera with a white iris Height: 8’10” Build: He looks slender for his height but is surprisingly well muscled. Visible mutation: His whole body has been changed, he doesn’t even really look human any more. His body has become more reptilian, with four powerful arms fit for climbing, same with his legs. A thick tail, longer neck, large teeth, two terrifying eyes of black and white. He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A couple of scars from fights he’s been in, particularly along the shoulders and arms. Other features: None Everyday clothing style: Usually dresses warm if it’s not already. His family had to modify his clothes to better fit his new form. So long sleeve shirts with mismatched sleeves for the second arms and jeans or sweat-pants modified to allow for his tail. Uniform: None yet, he needs to find something fire resistant for his arena fights but no one wants to take a giant salamander’s measurements. Sleepwear: Either sweaters and sweatpants with lot of blankets or if he has the heat lamp on just shorts or nude. Miscellaneous clothing: Various clothing depending on the weather, he stocked up warm clothes for the winter, so plenty of special jackets, sweaters, and several scarves for his longer than usual neck.
Character Personality: Under normal circumstances Victor can be rather calm, hiding himself away until he needs to leave for the arena and his next big bout. It in those times of isolation that his anger and frustration can come full force, and he’s had many instances where he would like to go on a rampage. Still, he’s found peace in meditation and writing when the family is away, though instead of using a computer he uses his uncle’s old typewriter. Through these outlets he’s found a way to store his frustration and rage till it’s needed for the arena.
However, when it comes to his loved ones, he’s more likely to lose it if they’re threatened. They’re all he has after all. If he lost them or if they were threatened, he’d be absolutely alone and vulnerable. SUPER doesn’t know about him yet and without their help, they could easily find him. Hobbies/ Interests: Before his x-gene activated he was pretty into dance. He’s found it hard to do so with the extra limbs and a body that still doesn’t feel like his own. So he’s found mediation and writing to be some good outlets instead. Job or part time job and description: He got a job as a fighter in an underground mutant arena, so far he’s made a pretty decent living off of it. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Freezing to death, complete family abandonment, not being able to keep fighting, being captured by SUPER. Special talents: Unchanged
Morality Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral: He’s just trying to provide for his family the only way he knows how. He won’t go out of his way to help anybody but himself or his family. Beyond that he doesn’t care.
Mutations Mutation description: Unchanged except: He has both eyes rather than one Strengths: Unchanged Weaknesses and Limitations: Unchanged
Physical Abilities General Physical Capabilities: Unchanged Fighting Style: His style is somewhat untrained but has been call savage and beasital on occation. He throws his whole body into the fight and won’t stop unless he wins or his opponent does. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: While the violence by which he attacks makes it hard for an opponent to ever catch up, the energy he expends right out of the gate might put him at a disadvantage against a more trained and patient opponent.
History Of Your Character Víctor is the child of an immigrant and a second generation son of immigrants. He’s the oldest of three and he honestly can’t say that his childhood was anything spectacular. It was pretty normal. He lived his whole life in Sacremento, California with the same friends, the same house, the same schools. The only thing that really changed were the siblings he gained as he got older.
He saw his grandparents on his dad’s side every summer in northern California and got to fly to Peru a few times to see his mother’s side of the family. It was good to feel connected to his roots. And it was through these family get togethers that he discovered a love for dancing and music. Every holiday was a party, dancing with extended family, cousins and their friends and families. The 2/4 beat of chicha cumbia became familiar sound. Though, his parents encouraged it, he didn’t take any formal classes in dance.
Everything was fine, normal, all of the events concerning mutants sort of flew past him. It wasn’t his problem after all.
However, when he was sixteen he started to feel sick, really sick. A series of fevers struck him, making his body ache and in some extreme cases made it hard to see straight, and doctors couldn’t seem to figure out why. It was like his immune system was failing, either that or there was something seriously wrong with his hypothalamus.
They even scanned his brain for a tumor but found nothing. Certain foods began to make him nauseous and he began craving meat a lot more. His skin started to feel strange when he would sit in places that were cold. At one point he stole all the extra blankets in the house just so he could feel warm at night.
A few weeks later some extreme changes started to occur and it wasn’t quick. It was slow and painful and he nearly burnt down the house two times. It was terrifying but when complete there was no doubt that he was a monster. It was also clear his parents wanted to call SUPER. However, thankfully, his uncle Gabriel was there for a visit. The man talked down Victor’s father and got him to take Victor to New York.
The thinking was that the winters in New York would keep him contained most of the year and there was one other thing.
Why give up a mutant to SUPER, when you could make some money. In NYC, Victor could get a job as a fighter. He would need some practice of course but he was big and powerful now, he’d be a winner for sure. They spent the next week figuring out what he needed before setting out for the big city.
Victor didn’t have any real choice in the matter. It was that or being treated like a labrat. So he went with his uncle, hidden under a tarp in the back of his truck. It was a long trip and Victor was sure he was going to freeze on the way there. No amount of summer sun helped with the cold breeze of the freeway.
By the time they arrived his aunt and cousins had set up a kind of bunker for him in the basement of their home. Plenty of food storage and heat from the furnace as well as from the newly installed heat lamps. The once tiny handyman room had become his bedroom and thus began his new life.
Victor spent the next couple of years just getting used to his new body and practice fighting with other mutants, one’s whose bodies were useless for anything else. It was also in that time that his rage, his anger at being locked out of any opportunity for life outside the arena, grew and upon nearly hitting one of his cousins, he trained himself to contain and focus it. He took up reading whatever he could get his hands on, meditation, and ultimately writing with an typewriter his uncle hadn’t used in decades.
Ink was hard to find for his new hobby but it tempered his anger at the world. Gave him some place to voice his complaints. Most of it was ranting, but, given that it was the only thing aside from fighting, eating, and playing with his cousins indoors, that he was allowed to do, he got better.
And so he fell into a rhythm. Going to bed in the early morning, waking to play with his cousins after school, write something, anything on that old typewriter, and meditate before he was transported to the arena. At 18 years old he had his first real fight, that had real money on him. He lost of course, there was nothing that could prepare him for that brutality. But as fighting went on, he started winning, started getting stronger, more vicious, using all his limbs to his advantage.
These days he’s an arena favorite, the Fire Wyvern, the Dragon of the South. You can bet good money that he’ll win each fight.
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Victor paced around slide, giving patently fake roars as the children point their wooden swords at him. He could have given a real one, but he didn't want to freak out the kids or their parents who looked ready to grab their kids and run to the cops. But he knew their little game was gaining some attention no matter what he did. He was hard to ignore after all.
David was the first down the slide, leading the charge, with Majo right behind him. The large mutant gave fake cries of pain as the kids whacked him with their toy swords. Majo even pretending to shoot spells from her sword. David complained that, that was against the rules but Majo countered that they were fighting a dragon, there were no rules. Which was deemed a fair assessment by the three of them.
Meanwhile, Sophia sat off to the side, cheering the kids on, though a little halfheartedly. She wasn't too into it these days. She was more interested in her phone, which was unfortunate because for Victor these were the few times he got to act like a somewhat normal uncle to them. Maybe after this they'd go to the movies, something they could all enjoy.
David and Majo enacted a 'final blow' together, and Victor roared dramatically before falling over and groaning that he'd get them for this, like a proper villain, and then finally 'dying'. The two children roared in victory, raising their swords like triumphant heroes.
It was one of those days were Victor was enjoying himself. The craft fair had been an interesting stop over and with what cash he carried he was able to buy his cousins a few fun things. Wooden swords and handcrafted crowns and bone carved necklaces, with this new items they headed over to the playground to play some real knights and dragons.
Majo and David were older now, 7 and 10 respectively, a bit more independent, but still as loving as they had always been. However, Sophia was 14 and less inclined then her siblings to play pretend. Still, she was there at least, and that was all that he could ask for.
At the moment they were enacting and 'epic' battle, Sophia playing some cool battle music on her phone for the hell of it. Victor of course played the bit of the mighty 'final boss', moving slow and predictable for the children, even absorbing some sun in some instances to give his skin a glowing effect so it was extra apparent. These kids were raised on video games after all. It was honestly a lot of fun even if they got some concerned looks from other parents.
It was whatever, they could be concerned all they wanted. The kids were happy and that's all that mattered.
(OOC: Sorry for the ridiculously late reply, the world has been crazy and I just now had the time to hop on.)
Victor let the man wonder in ahead of him before making his way over to the metal table, where he flopped on it and flipped on the large heat lamp by the switch near his tail. He closed his eye, absorbing the heat and purring contently. He hadn't planned on coming this way but while he was here, he might as well get all the heat he could.
He didn't mind the fire man taking a look around. Anything important was behind several layers of security. This area was simply where much of the items were useless or so common that if it was found it wouldn't raise any alarms. Not that this hide out would be found any time soon.
Ambrose had assured him that any connection to the company or Ragnorak had been so buried it'd be insanely difficult to dig up. So it was safe, for him or anyone else he brought in....
He was pretty sure he'd get in trouble for bringing Isaac here, but the man was so...for a lack of a better word, hot, in the most literal sense. His purest instincts begged him to keep a close eye on him. Speaking of, his opened his half way, watching Isaac investigate the area, though he didn't say anything when the man eye'd the hatch for the eye-scanner.
For a moment there was only that content wonderful warmth, the kind he loved to bask in, absorbing and reflecting it out. With this small but interesting man in his arms, every instinct in him was silence, happy to just be as they were. Yet it didn't seem like it could last.
The man pulled away, frustratingly taking his fire with him. He growled at the interruption but found himself halted from reaching out to him again as the man ranted at him. “Listen, um… that was…not something I’m really used to. And… you seem to really like it, but… well…”
Victor tilted his head as he listened, frustrated but willing to hear the stranger out.
“Dude, I’m holding back. This is nothing. This is a candle next to the SUN. You think you’re liking this? You can’t handle what I can do. I can melt you. I can melt this entire block. I’ll melt your slagged remains down past the subways. So don’t go hugging me and purring like we’re some kind of lovers because I will be the END of you.”
The idea didn't frighten him. Most of the heat settings on the heat lamps he used to get warm every night barely gave him enough to survive the day, let alone the winter. But with Issac's fire he could possibly go weeks, maybe even months without having to recharge. Not to mention the addicting sensation, there was nothing like it. It was far past anything he had ever felt before.
To put it simply, he wasn't about to give it up. He stood as Issac continued to ramble. “Look, man… I, uh, can tell that you like this and… well… I kind of enjoyed it too, but… you know, maybe I could just heat your arms a bit or… pet?... you? Just no hugging, okay?”
Victor gave a thoughtful rumble as he contemplated Issac's words. Perhaps they needed a more private place to continue this. There was one near by if he remembered correctly. Without permission he scooped the man up in one set of arms and took off running. It was a few blocks now but the Ragnorak safe house, a quick eye scan once there and they were inside the relative safety of the half furnished building.
Victor pulled Jacky in close, spending some of his heat to keep her warm against the bracing cold. Just a little longer now and they'd reach the subway. It was faster than walking at this point and he didn't want to stay above ground too long. Not with the possibility that cops would be looking for them. He didn't want to risk getting arrested for a fight they didn't start.
Okay, he had definitely finished it but that was only because they wouldn't back off. Both he and Jack were bigger and stronger than those morons and they still picked a fight. Whatever, he'd just be glad to get home and sleep this night off. Hopefully Jack wouldn't mind the kids too much.
He led her down to the subway and onto the next train. His uncle's house was in a more suburban area, further from the problem areas of New York. Thankfully that meant they were less likely to get into another confrontation. And when they got to the neighborhood, he was easily recognized. Even at this time of night people were out and about.
"Um, there's a couch you can sleep on or we could set something up in my room. It'd be a little cozy though, not a lot of space. Or I could take the couch and you can take my bed."he suggested, hesitating at the door, no longer as hazy with the alcohol now burning out of his system. He wondered if Jack was feeling more clear headed or if the alcohol had yet to leave her system.
Victor was glad to see that Issac had not decide to jump off when he started running. It was honestly the best choice, as jumping off when he was at a full gallop would probably result in a nasty injury. He was sure that nobody would want that. Definitely not him anyway, he liked Issac. Mostly in the same way a lizard liked it's heat lamp but still.
The beast kept running, leaving the sounds of sirens far behind with every new turn. He was taking a longer way than usual, just to put some distance between them and any pursuers. He took more alleyways and backstreets than anything, staying away from any crowded areas that could get them in trouble. Especially since he was rather naked at the moment.
In any case the half mile trip was short and he slowed to a trot on coming up to the seemingly abandoned building. Going around back there was a metal door blocking the entry to the garage.
Not that it mattered to Victor, he was already in the security system. All it took was opening the little hatch at the side and letting it scan his eye. There was a soft beep of confirmation and the metal garage door slide up silently to allow entry. The lights were off now but they would turn on once they sensed movement.
Victor let go at Issac's request with a soft grunt of displeasure but he didn't pursue after. Instead contenting himself to watching the man half undress himself. If he wasn't so desperate for heat at the moment he might have made a witty flirtation.
But instead waited for Issac to return with a much higher temperature than before. The kind he had only ever felt from blowtorches. The contrast with the surrounding cold was shocking and he found himself practically melting into the man's touch.
With a rumbling groan he pulled the man close, wishing for more skin to skin contact where he could absorb that wonderful warmth. He had never felt something so addicting, felt someone pressed so close to him with out fear of hurting or burning them. It had been years since he felt so...connected, grounded. Everything took on a brighter hue, there was no more fear of what he was or what he could do. With Issac he felt alive.
To show the other his affection in a way only another fire creature could understand, he released some of the heat right back. Burning and cycling the warmth right back to Issac. The ground beneath them burned, sizzling with the intensity of their fire. The glow to outsiders must have looked strange and otherworldly, casting off the shadows of the alleyway in sharp contrast.
He had been trying to hurry Issac along to wherever he was heading. He was well aware of how much he stuck out and while he could have easily have run off on his own, he was loathed to leave his heat source. The cold wouldn't allow it, he had to keep Issac close. But that didn't seem to sit right with the man.
“Look! I want to avoid the cops as much as you do. I’m doing my best. But it doesn’t do much good as long as I’ve got your giant *** right behind me. Now I don’t see you coming up with any ideas, do I? Huh? Nothing in that one-eyed brain of yours? Then either shut up or **** off!”
He stood in shocked silence, blinking down at the smaller man. This guy had no place to go. No wonder! They were aimless, they had no hopes of finding a safe place if they didn't have a place in mind. He grumbled, low in the back of his throat. No that wouldn't do. Raising himself up to his full height he looked around. He vaguely remember Ambrose showing him a safe house nearby that was equipped with a heat lamp and a bed should he need it. Really it was an abandoned underground garage that was in the midst of renovations for Ragnorak. An unassuming building, but it was open to him at least.
Right now seemed to warrant a need.
With that in mind, and ignoring any struggles the other man might've put up, Victor picked up the walking heat source and place him on his back. He had enough practice with his cousins that it was an easy move to pull. "Hold on!" It was all the warning he gave Issac before he took off running, a half gallop, half sprint that set all his limbs into motions. To an on-looker he must have looked like an animal, a strange six limbed, giant, orange animal. But bestial nonetheless.
They were more or less ten blocks from the safe house and he aimed to get them there before the anyone noticed or the cold really set in.
Victor watched the man get dressed and start walking, to which he immediately followed. Naked and cold as he was, he wasn't going to get very far without the human heater in front of him. Still even only being a few feet from him was too much and he found himself wanting to press closer. The winter cold was quickly sapping what heat he had been able to absorb. He had been so wrong about not needing that heat lamp any time soon.
Though one other thing caught his attention and that was the sound of sirens drawing closer. Even in his feral daze he knew well enough that that sound was a bad sign, one to be avoided at all cost. The beast rumbled nudging Issac along, "Quick, quick..." He was fast enough to follow, he doubted he'd loose track of the man any time soon, not with unnatural heat like that.
(Sorry for the short post, let me know if you want me to add more)
Victor's head tilted as he watched the man with curiosity. He had an inkling that what he was doing was strange, not something a civil person would do. The creature part of him squashed that thought. This wasn't a matter of civility, this was a matter of survival. He wasn't going to survive without keeping this man near by. He needed him and it seemed like the stranger was coming around to the idea. Perhaps it didn't seem so frightening now that the man knew he wasn't planning on eating or hurting him. He just wanted that brilliant heat.
He could feel it return slowly, especially where the man placed his hand. “This doesn’t hurt?”
Seemed like and odd question considering he had been clutching the man like a lifeline when he had been much hotter. But in response he shook his head, laying it on the warm hand, and purring rather loudly. Issac would find that where ever he placed his hand, the lizards skin would warm to a radiant orange hue, absorbing the heat into his own body.
Of course it didn't hurt, it was nothing but pleasure to him, his whole body was practically vibrating with want of warmth. The best thing the man could do was raise the temperature even further, as high as he could go. He didn't know how much his body could handle but honestly he didn't care.
Victor snarled as the sprinklers kicked on, the water was freezing and almost instantly leeched the heat from his skin. He was tempted to attack the sprinklers as he had in the past. But Jack's hands on his arms halted any attempt at fire blasting the offensive water spouts. He tensed under her touch for a moment, readying to defend himself.
"Gotta go, now."
She wasn't wrong, the people around them were stampeding out of the bar. Perhaps the fired had been a really bad idea. But then again, the gang members had fled as well and they had gotten away with only few scraps. Well they might be a little deeper than scraps. Man his uncle was going to be so mad when he got home. He hadn't meant for things to get out of hand.
"We go,"
Numbly he nodded and followed her lead out of the bar. Once outside in the chill of the air, he took her hand and led her down the street. "L-let's go to my place, we should be safe there." He didn't know if he could expect her to follow him home but he didn't want to get lost going to her place and splitting up didn't seem like a good idea right now. His home was further out of the city, middle-class, they'd be safer. Though if she decided she didn't want to, he wouldn't make her.
Victor moved to pick Cal up, find a place for them to hide, a place to nest and rest from the cold. But just as he was about to move the man's hand hit against his head, his burning hand catching his attention. He followed the motion of heat like a fly towards a flame. For him it was utterly captivating, a source of never ending pleasure.
“Hey! HEY! You like heat right? You like this? Well I can give you more. Hell, I can get even hotter if you want. But you see this?”
The heat faded to nothing, causing the beast to whine at the loss. His head tilted in worry, wondering if the loss was because of the cold. If so, he would have to find the man a warm place for the night.
“I’m not going to burn for another ****ing second until you let me go! Understand!? Now put me the **** down!”
Victor considered this for a moment before finally putting the man down slowly and gently. He sat on his haunches to be more leveled with him. His tail thumped on the ground as he waited for Calcifer to lead the way. He wanted more heat, perhaps a nice place to enjoy it, though anything would be nicer than this ally in any case.