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.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Apr 24, 2016 20:13:05 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
The elevator had been occupied.
She'd realized that last-minute, having been under the impression that it was entirely empty, and immediately did her best to try and catch it. But it'd been rapidly leaving her range as it fell. She'd managed to slow it quite a bit, though, to the point where it didn't crumple upon impact, and her frantic attempts to slow it even further did enough to keep the fall from being as bad as it otherwise would have. Yes, there might be trauma and all that, but she doubted there'd be any fatal injuries. She didn't generally condone collateral damage, unless they got in the way of her objective - like that manager had - in which case they ceased to be civilians and became targets as well.
She pushed away the sudden surge of guilt that she felt, telling herself that there was no way she could've known. It'd been a hostage situation, for Pete's sake - she would never have expected the elevator to inexplicably be occupied.
Ding. She'd arrived at the rooftop, her destination. But as the doors opened, she nearly groaned when she saw the vigilante from downstairs on the roof, winded but still ready to fight.
"Are you kidding me?" she said, exasperated, as she walked out of the elevator. A quarter was safely concealed in her palm, but the woman wouldn't be able to see that, nor understand its significance. She didn't like collateral damage, and she was especially wary after that mishap with the elevator, but she probably wouldn't need to use the quarter. She had enough energy stored up from catching the elevator to throw the petite woman back a good amount, and she needed to get rid of some anyway.
"Look," she sighed, as she backed towards the roof's edge, "Why are you following me? I really need the money." She added a desperate tone to her voice, flawlessly adjusting her body language to comply with her new "desperate, misguided, and poor mutant child" persona. It was at times like these that she was really grateful for being ten years old. "They're gonna hurt him if I don't get them the money. Please, just let me go." Who were "they"? She had no idea. Ambiguity was the lifeblood of improvisation, and she was taking that to heart right now.
As she'd been speaking, she'd been backing up slowly to the little wall at the edge of the rooftop. The wind was blowing through her hair, and she batted away at it swiftly as she scooted up onto the wall's edge and swung her legs onto the other side.
"Don't make me jump," she pleaded, totally milking the whole "innocent ten-year-old" thing. "They told me that if I get caught, they're going to kill him. I can't get caught."
Threatening apparent suicide - that had been her entire intention behind getting up here. She'd had the whole story planned out by the time she'd decided to sprint for the elevator, but she'd been hoping that the police would be up here, not some random vigilante. Vigilantes weren't restricted by law; officers were. She seriously hoped that this one would be held back enough by her own morality to not make Kirsi resort to Plan B.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Apr 24, 2016 19:09:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Well, clearly, the woman wasn't impressed. She also wasn't intimidated, which was the more unfortunate part. Kirsi, as someone who'd spent all of her (admittedly short) life dealing with mutants, hadn't missed what looked like sparks dancing among the woman's fingers, and that was a definite sign of some form of defense being readied. In fact, much to her irritation, it looked like a relatively viable form of defense that she was readying. She hated random vigilantism, especially since it so often got in the way of what she wanted to do.
But she did have one advantage over the woman, from what she could tell - experience. Kirsi had spent her whole life running, and she'd done it pretty successfully at that. Her codename was even Renegade, as a reflection of her skill in not getting caught. She wasn't about to break that streak now.
Kirsi did turn around, then, but she had a plan. She immediately changed course from the bank's exit - where she could hear the police pulling up - to the elevator that would take her to the roof, fifty-three stories up. A short burst of kinetic energy dragged the doors open, and she sprinted in, slamming the doors shut with another burst. She could hear META bots outside, presumably called because of that one stupid mutant in the original heist gang, and she jabbed at the button for the top floor. With a ding, the elevator started moving up. It was little effort for her to shoot open the grate on the service elevator's roof and open it, and she took out another bullet as she eyed the neighboring elevator, which was a lot closer to the top of the shaft than the one she was in was. A neatly-placed shot severed the cables, and as it fell, she was careful to absorb everything she could, but moved most of the energy into things in her bag. She didn't want to overload, considering what she was going to do next. She still kept enough energy immediately accessible so that she seemed to glow beneath her skin, knowing that once she was ready, she could dump all that was stored in her body in the air around her for future use.
As she looked up at the floor number - twenty-eight, almost there - she heard the other elevator fall with a loud crash at the bottom of the shaft, shaking the cables on her elevator for a moment. It was okay - she wasn't scared of falling. She was scared of getting caught, though, as much as she refused to admit it, so she was never going to let that happen.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Apr 24, 2016 18:41:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
The manager looked torn between doing something rash and just fleeing like a sane person, and Kirsi was seriously hoping he'd pick the latter, because she could totally hear police sirens approaching in the distance. Someone must've managed to hit the silent alarm when the initial group of robbers had been raiding, and now she was suffering the consequences.
"Don't be stupid," she said. At some point she'd stopped caring about whether or not the law knew what she looked like, because to be honest, all children her age looked the same. "Would you rather let me get away with this, or die? No one will know."
And, thankfully, after a good thirty seconds of standoff, he made the right decision and bolted. Kirsi couldn't hold back a smirk as she straightened up, and was about to put the bullet away when she sensed something else.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone reaching out towards a lamp, in a gesture that would look positively schizophrenic had mutants not existed. Instantly, Kirsi whipped around and aimed her left hand - still clutching the bullet - at the woman on the floor.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said coldly, assuming that the woman was a mutant. After all, the only other reason for her to be inexplicably fixated on a lamp (as if it were life and death) was that she was delusional, and if she was, then Kirsi wouldn't have had to worry about an embarrassing wrong call on her part being known by other people.
On another note, now seemed like a great time to debut a catchphrase. She'd been toying with the idea, trying to think of ways to make the Renegade persona even creepier and more intimidating, and after copious amounts of research (watching movies), she'd settled on disturbing pet names.
She started to slowly walk towards the exit, still keeping her arm and eyes pointed at the woman on the floor. "Are you going to try and stop me, chickadee?" she said in the most patronizing way possible, before (successfully) holding back a wince. Okay, scrap chickadee. That was not intimidating. Back to the drawing board on that, then.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Apr 24, 2016 17:13:32 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
To be fair, she hadn't intended to rob a bank. The opportunity had really just presented itself, and she'd have been an idiot to not take it.
Her surrogate father was off doing his own thing and had been for the past week, so she'd decided that it was about time that she learned to be financially independent. She'd scheduled a meeting with an investment consultant at the bank today, because when you'd accumulated as much money as she had from contracts, something needed to be done about it. So she'd come to the bank, fully prepared with a notebook and pencil and everything in her little bag, ready to learn about the stock market and all that stuff.
Of course, someone decided to rob the bank that day.
Multiple someones, in fact. It was a gang of humans led by a mutant who had the terrible power of releasing the most obnoxious odor, and they'd forced everyone down to the ground at gunpoint. She could've gotten out any second, but she was really still clinging to the hope that she would still be able to keep her appointment today (getting held up at gunpoint no longer affected her, to be honest). So she was going to be a perfectly good little girl and lay on the floor in apparent abject terror, but really impatiently waiting for these horribly inept thieves that would make Maddox, her surrogate father and master cat burglar, scream in agitation.
At some point, she got bored, and just shot them all with their own bullets. She would never admit that she'd done that because they'd been about to shoot the manager, but really, that was why.
She was about to just up and leave in the ensuing shock and stampede, but she realized then that the thieves had managed to get into the vault, which was sitting conveniently open. They'd even started packing the money away in briefcases, and there was one mostly full one that was just begging to be grabbed.
As the screaming horde rushed to the exit, trying to get away from the bodies bleeding out on the tile floor, she crept to the open vault and snatched the briefcase. Clasping it shut, she glanced around the bank, seriously hoping that no one had seen her. But no such luck - the manager was staring at her with the most strangely unreadable expression on his face, and she sighed. Deftly, she pulled a bullet out of her pocket.
"You see this?" she said, calmly. "I'm a mutant. Put very simply, I can shoot people without a gun. Unless you want to meet the same fate as those robbers, I suggest you move out of my way."
It was a bit counterproductive to threaten the very man she'd tried to save, but to be fair, there was a lot of money in that briefcase.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 17, 2015 19:45:11 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Park.
Park?
That was absolutely useless information. There were a lot of parks in New York, and so, by extension, a lot of deals that Kirsi was either a part of or monitored in parks. He could've been at any one of them. And he looked rather generic, to be honest - not really the kind of face who she'd pick out in a crowd as a threat, and then keep in mind as a threat. Either way, she was confident that he wouldn't pose any sort of physical threat to her.
"Care to elaborate?" she asked, in response to his words. She totally disregarded his attempts to get her off his case.
But then she considered something she hadn't before, and narrowed her eyes, looking at him. "Are you a mutant?" she said deliberately, subtly shifting the coin in her pocket to her hand. His response, or lack thereof, would give her all the confirmation she needed. She had the sneaking suspicion that this may be one of Ganelli's thugs - a crime boss that had screwed her contracting agency over quite a few times, considering that he was starting to look slightly familiar. She was relatively sure he'd been at the scene of that one time Ganelli had sent thugs to intercept a deal she'd been employed for. She couldn't recall how, though, since her memory told her she'd left all of his thugs at the scene dead.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 16, 2015 20:29:09 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Easy enough. People generally reacted rather similarly when somebody shot at them, and thankfully this man was no different. As soon as she heard Panu thank her, she nodded and started to clean up, packing everything that belonged to her into her bag, and wiping down the surfaces she may have touched. The bombs they could disregard - he'd be rather confused as to why balloons filled with multicolored rice were in his apartment, once he located them, but it wouldn't be anything that would damage their mission. Kirsi had more than enough on her, after all, considering their relatively tiny size, and she was wearing gloves, so they weren't evidence.
"You should get your helicopter," she told Panu, as she put the last of the bullets in her bag. "Evidence." Suddenly, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye, and she really hoped it wasn't what she thought it was.
Nope, it was. Police.
"Police are here," she hissed, ducking down beneath the wall and watching through her scope as the officer got out of the car, hand over his gun. She glanced over at Panu - he was the leader, after all. "Plan?"
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Dec 3, 2015 22:57:38 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Oh, yes. The woman seemed to be getting angry at Kirsi, having realized that the girl was calling the cops, even if she'd already hung up. And then the lady launched another bolt of kinetic energy at Kirsi. The little mutant braced herself, ready to handle the energy in a more dignified manner.
And the pink-haired X-idiot threw himself in the path of the shot.
"Oh, come on!" she ground out with frustration, as the guy flew backwards, lacking the convenient ability that Kirsi possessed to, you know, absorb kinetic energy. There was an almost audible crack as he hit the ground, and Kirsi sighed as he literally just got back up again, wheezing in pain. The guy had to be a mutant, if he was an X-Man, but his power clearly wasn't a healing factor or extra resilience, as evidenced by his current state. Meaning that if he charged the short lady again, he'd probably just break some more bones.
"Get somewhere safe miss!" he called to her nobly. Kirsi sighed, again.
"Do you like getting your bones broken?" she called out to him irritably, completely dropping the scared, innocent child farce she'd put on for the 911 operator. She moved forward authoritatively and with full confidence, towards where the two were, ready to take charge of the situation herself. "Move, you pink-haired lump. I doubt you're going do anything more here." Meanwhile, she very deftly picked a bullet out of her bag. It was a relatively large one, too - 51 mm - so it could be very clearly seen, even in the dark. "You control kinetic energy too," she called out to the woman, very calmly. "So you might just understand what this bullet can do when launched at high enough speeds to easily pierce a tank. Don't think you'll be fast enough to stop me. So why don't you just calm down and let the nice man know why you're randomly attacking strangers in the woods?" There. Situation resolved.
That guy's power must be totally useless.
[OOC: I'll put the incoming META bot into my next post, unless one of you wants to do it, doesn't want me to do it, or wants me to hold off on it, so let me know.]
He still seemed really, really terrified with the situation. She was suspecting now that he'd been a spectator of sorts to something that she'd done, and was now trying to figure out how to react in a way that would lead to his survival. If she did something, though, that would definitely cast suspicion onto her, if the guy was just a total coward and always looked like that. But if he was specifically scared of her, then she could deduce why and how, and follow through accordingly.
"I don't think so, no," he said, in that way that very clearly stated "you don't know me but I know you." Kirsi sighed. She'd just wanted to sell cookies, dammit.
She turned to look at Maddox, and cheerfully said, "Watch the door, will you?" He nodded, and Kirsi pushed past Ty to get inside, as Maddox rather authoritatively shut the door behind her.
Once inside, she turned to face Ty, still as innocent as ever. "Are you sure we've never met before?" she asked again. Maybe he'd take the hint and answer honestly this time.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 24, 2015 14:35:56 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
"We are going to destroy the Order now," Panu said, and Ambrose had raised this child well, because he said it like they were going out to play laser tag or something. "I have given META bots location of Sanctuary. It is look to police like they are just following their programming. Order is already high priority target, so it is normal to try to arrest. Tonight they are either arrested or they are destroying robots and blaming police for attack. Also higher ups in police are blaming police for attack if it goes wrong, because probably they are trying to find who ordered it. Either way is funny for us."
Panu must've realized Ambrose's distaste for the Order. His meeting with Aura a while ago had been irritating, to say the least, because what was it with stereotypical evil people and their superiority complexes? And really, throw his building onto the moon - what sort of childish threat was that?
He'd tried to warn her. She'd claimed that she took his threats seriously, but if she was so confident that she could throw his building onto the moon, he doubted she'd actually meant that. Her words didn't make sense in context. But now, thanks to Panu, it seemed as if she was going to get what she deserved.
"Panu," Ambrose said happily, "I do believe you're on your way to redemption."
They arrived at the city at 9:24, on the dot, and they could spot the Sanctuary and their admittedly absurd gold doors at 9:27. Ambrose landed out of sight to move on foot, slinking through alleys before he reached one that they could see the Sanctuary from, and easily scaled up the building. He was relatively sure the children could hang on - he had back spines, after all, and even if Panu wasn't too strong, the mercenary girl looked as if she was. When he reached the top, at 9:29, he perched on the edge of the roof, looking down. The sun was pretty much down, but there was still enough natural light for him to see a figure in the yard that looked like the rude woman who'd spoken to him before. If she looked up, she'd be able to see the monstrous figure silhouetted by the setting sun, but if she turned around instead, she'd catch sight of the little metal dog that sprinted through the open door and into the building.
The flight was fine, actually. Kirsi had belatedly remembered about fifteen seconds into it that her powers extended to "surviving long falls," and so she'd be perfectly okay if Jaager decided that he didn't particularly like either of them and rolled over. Panu, maybe not so much. But Jaager's response to Panu's ingenious plan didn't seem too negative, so she was sure that they were going to be fine.
Jaager's entrance into the city was remarkably subtle for a creature of his size. Kirsi had kept herself from falling as they scaled the building rather easily, but she wasn't sure if Panu would be in the same situation. As she was sitting behind him, she wrapped an arm around him to stabilize him and keep him in place, which thankfully worked. Jaager had stopped briefly to allow his two passengers to clamber off before moving to the rooftop's edge. Kirsi stayed behind with Panu, unsure of how to behave around Panu's keeper.
"Where do we come in?" Kirsi whispered to Panu, having just caught sight of a glint of metal as the bot darted into the Sanctuary. "Or are we only here to watch and gloat?"
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 24, 2015 14:24:14 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Oh, dammit. META was on the scene. This wasn’t good. If she was scanned, that would conceivably compromise any future missions of hers. So she needed to invalidate herself as a threat, in order to keep the META bots off her trail. She could hear it moving through the forest’s fringe, and so she scrambled to untie the binding around her leg, balling the blood-soaked cloth into a decently compact projectile, held together by the liquid soaking it. She launched it into the ground, the sound muffled by the leaves and the fact that it was still cloth, and though it did disintegrate a bit, she wanted that. The surviving remnants were deep enough that they wouldn’t be found, as she hastily covered the remains of the cloth with dirt. And then she picked up a rock and stood up, keeping her back to the tree she’d been leaning against. She eyed the hole in her leg, attempting to mentally prepare herself for what she was about to do, as she lined up the rock to the wound. The shot she made went clearly through the original injury but kept on going, unlike the bullet, which she had stopped. The shrill scream she let out was only partially acting.
She slumped against the tree, gritting her teeth to try and compartmentalize the pain. Her plan was this - most people had only seen her use a concussive blast against the man attacking her, merely throwing him back. They probably wouldn’t register that she had caught the bullet and launched it back, and the conclusion would have to be that the man was shot by somebody else. The same somebody else who'd just shot Kirsi - or at least in her version of events.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 24, 2015 14:18:32 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
57
8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Much to Kirsi's confusion, the man seemed slightly terrified and very much stunned by her appearance. Had she met him before? She'd thought that perhaps she'd bumped into him on the street in passing - it's a small world, after all - but she was starting to doubt that now. It seemed almost as if this man knew Renegade, not Kirsi. She just had to remember from where, because she didn't usually leave loose ends untied. As terrible as it seemed, she was almost hoping this man was a murderer, because then her conscience would stay clean if she killed him.
He started to list off his order, jolting Kirsi out of her thoughts, and she immediately started to furiously mark what he wanted down. She was about to ask for a name when he told it to her first - "Name, Ty Fisher." It didn't sound familiar. But he still seemed freaked by her presence, and his order seemed to be more to placate her than anything.
"I'm sorry, sir, but do I know you?" she asked curiously and a hundred percent innocently. Behind her, she could hear the almost imperceptible rustle as Maddox stiffened, clearly understanding the implications. Maddox made a good partner, really - she was going to be sad when he inevitably took his leave, because he wasn't the kind of person to stay in one place too long.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 24, 2015 14:08:57 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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8
Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
The nerve of this guy. "You're not even Japanese!" Kirsi hissed at him incredulously after he felt the need to lecture her on her skills. "You're trying to criticize me when you, as a white man, try to disguise yourself as Japanese? Seriously, have you ever seen You Only Live Twice?" Kudos on staying in character, but really? As if anyone legitimately accepted that he looked anything but a hundred percent Caucasian, even with the effort clearly put into the disguise. Really, it just looked racist. She was surprised no one else was calling him out on it.
Before she could say anything else, though, META had grabbed her and the other man both. She couldn't do anything as the bot scanned her, having been taken by surprise, and she certainly wasn't surprised when its robotic voice said, "Scanning... scanning... mutant 96% positive." Well, apparently she was more of a mutant than 'Mr. Kurosawa,' so she supposed that was some sort of consolation. But now, the policeman manning the bot was staring suspiciously down at her as she looked innocently back up.
"Hi there!" she said cheerfully. "Are you mister Robot's friend?"
The policeman's eyes softened. Good. She had him.
"Yeah, I am," he said slowly, as if expecting her to have trouble understanding, and as if he wasn’t really sure how to word his next question. "Listen, uh... do you know if you have, um, superpowers?"
Kirsi stared at him in confusion. "Don't be silly," she laughed. "People don't have superpowers."
”Maybe not superpowers,” he clarified. ”More like… are you special? Compared to most people?”
She looked at him balefully, wholly enjoying the wince that spread over the policeman’s face. ”I can play violin,” she said tentatively. ”Daddy says that being able to do that is special.”
”Oh, your dad!” he said, brightening up. ”Is he here with you?” Kirsi nodded. ”Do you know where he is right now?” She shook her head. The policeman sighed. Another officer walked over, clearly wondering about the holdup.
”Graham, what’s going on here?” he asked gruffly, arms crossed. Clearly this Graham’s superior, then.
”Nothing. Bot probably glitched. Said this kid was a mutant, and she’s not even old enough for a mutation to have manifested.” Graham's commanding officer looked at the man stiffly.
”Manually edit the records to say she’s fully human,” he said in a low voice to Graham. ”There are quite a few people here who are very invested in the performance in the META bots, and we don’t want them to hear about a glitch.”
Graham nodded, watching the officer’s back as he walked away, before turning back to Kirsi. ”You’re free to go, alright?” he said in that tone people took when speaking to young children.
”Okay!” she said cheerfully, before bounding away to the dessert table, which was largely abandoned in the presence of a dead body. It looked as if she were just a little kid wanting some sweets, but she was really trying to get as far away as possible before the officer decided to have the META boy check again to confirm. That had been close. Much closer than she would’ve preferred.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 23, 2015 14:47:42 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Kirsi was concentrating very hard, at this point, on keeping the energy in one spot. She was vaguely aware of a sudden surge of energy, and she instinctively absorbed some of it, much to her distress. She'd never been around an outright source of kinetic energy, so she didn't really know how to process that, leading to her normal responses to an abnormal situation. She was pretty sure that the X-Man was asking her something, but she was concentrating on pouring the energy into everything she could. A branch on the ground, about six feet from her, suddenly exploded, sending splinters flying everywhere at high speed. She stopped the ones coming at her instinctively too.
Eventually, she managed to get the energy stored away in a stable manner. She'd filled all the batteries in her satchel, along with a few miscellaneous items strewn around the ground, and her own body was no longer storing enough energy to glow. So now she could focus on the source of the orange light, who seemed to be another kid - er, no. Not a kid. A full-grown woman the size of a kid. Interesting.
Kirsi had very little idea of what was happening.
So she did what any sensible person would do when faced with an unstable and highly defensive mutant, when said person was also highly curious about said mutant's ability and really wanted to see it in action.
Kirsi took out her phone and dialed 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" the bored voice said, having picked up almost immediately. Kirsi, at this point, had dodged out of the way and was mostly concealed behind a tree.
"Help me," she whimpered, trying to sound about as sniffly and whiny as she possibly could. Which, to be honest, was really sniffly and whiny.
"Can you tell me where you are?" the voice said, suddenly alert.
"I'm in a park. There's somebody throwing orange lightning, and she's hurting someone," she whispered, trying to describe the woman's power in the most childish way possible. She squinted at a streetlight near the street, illuminating the street signs, and read those off too for good measure. "Please help me," she pleaded, trying to make the situation seem scary enough to warrant a META bot.
"Just stay there and stay calm, okay? There's going to be a robot who's coming soon. It's going to help you." Score. She just hoped they sent in one of the big ones. She'd wanted to see one of those at some point anyway.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 21, 2015 10:16:06 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
Kirsi marveled at how much control the boy had over his ability, considering as soon as she asked for it, a map appeared on the tablet she was holding. She only barely acknowledged the compliment, nodding to show she had heard and appreciated it, but she was more focused on trying to iron out the details of her actions.
One they'd arrived, Panu responded to her question rather decisively. Good; he was capable of making leader-like decisions, then. Kirsi nodded, before proceeding towards the front door. The blueprints showed that this was the only security, and while it was locked, it was easy enough for her to put a bullet through it with her power to let them in. The "bombs" were set up without incident - they weren't really bombs, but really just preprepared water balloons filled with dry rice. Didn't sound particularly intimidating, but anything was intimidating when flying just under the speed of sound towards your face. Also, the rice was multicolored, which she found amusing and far more interesting than plain rice.
Setting up on the opposite building's rooftop was just as easy. Kirsi had gotten into the habit of scavenging bullets, either by finding them on the street or nabbing them from the gun ranges outside of town, or from just asking her not-dad, Maddox, to buy some for her. Being more aerodynamic than a coin, and a lot easier to explain and to claim innocence about ("I don't have a gun, so how could I have shot him?"), she was trying to use those more now. So she took a handful of bullets out of the satchel she always carried along with a scope, and lined the bullets up carefully on the wall surrounding the rooftop before placing the scope next to them and focusing on their target's window.
Panu was ready, it seemed, and she nodded to acknowledge his words, and then listened as the call was made.
The maniacal cackle was cute. She couldn't help but smirk.
"Um. Is this a joke?"
Kirsi could see the researcher sitting up on his bed. That was her cue. She was saving the bombs as a last resort, because no need to use them until necessary. So she fired, making sure the sound of the gunshot was wholly audible. The recoil jerked her back a bit, but she'd been ready for it, so it didn't particularly affect her. She saw the man's head whip around to face the window in response to the noise, before there was a hole in the glass of his window and his alarm clock was smashed into pieces. Perfect shot.
"Why don't you let our friend know that we're being serious and he really should make a decision immediately?" Kirsi said calmly, as she reached for another bullet and lined up her next shot.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on Nov 10, 2015 19:19:56 GMT -6
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Jan 9, 2017 21:24:34 GMT -6
So. Finals.
It's probably a good idea to just not expect posts from me until two weeks from now. I might get some in, but life has been horrifically stressful and busy so that's probably not going to happen.
