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.
I don't even know what to write, what to say, but there's no one for me to talk to, no one I can turn to. Two days after my date with Rodney, Monday afternoon, I was walking out to my car after getting off work. I was minding my own business when this kid walked up and asked me for directions... I think... I can't really remember anymore. When I turned to say something to him, three men from a van grabbed me from behind. I thought they were going to kill me, although now I wish they had. After they grabbed me I was taken somewhere, where I don't know. I was thrown into a metal cell with no windows and barely any light.
I don't remember much after that, but some voice over the intercom kept asking me questions, and whenever I refused to talk, guards would come into the room, three of them, and beat the hell out of me with metal batons. Any time I tried to fight back they only beat me that much harder. Once I punched a guard in the nuts and the other two beat me to the point I couldn't even move. I can't even count the number of bones they broke, and after every beating they would inject me with some green liquid. The injection made me heal a lot faster than normal, I suppose it was so they could just beat me some more. What I do remember it that sometimes the guards would beat the hell out of me for no reason at all, I guess it's how they got their jollies.
Then there were the experiments, they hurt even worse than the beatings. The guards would strip me down, put me in a hospital gown, then I was strapped to a metal examination table. They kept injecting me with all sorts of chemicals and doing blood tests. They kept saying something about a latent mutant gene. The injections made it feel like my insides were on fire, I begged them to stop, but most of the time the doctor's wouldn't respond to anything I said. The few times I got too loud they'd just gag me and keep working. At first I prayed for someone to rescue me, then as the days went on, I began to pray for death. I even tried killing myself once by running head first into the wall as hard as possible. They just injected me with more of that green stuff and moved me to a padded room.
I had such a wonderful night tonight, I asked Rodney out yesterday and he said yes. Oh my god I was so excited, I got all dressed up, even went out and bought a new outfit just for the occasion. A really nice little red dress with a low cut back, and earlier tonight he took me to a really nice restaurant, I'm talking the type of place I couldn't even begin to afford on my salary. Not only was the food great, Rodney did something I never saw coming, he asked me about me. You wouldn't believe how many guy's I've dated who couldn't stop talking about themselves. He asked me about what I liked, and the conversation was great. We have a lot in common, we both like working with plastic canvas, we both like science fiction, you wouldn't believe how much he knows about Star Trek.
Rodney is such a nerd, and it's totally awesome. Finally someone I can talk to about Klingons, Vulcans, warp theory, the general BS of the show's technobabble, and not be looked at like I'm some sort of weirdo... at least no more than normal in my case. However I think the best part of all is we both believe in traditional values, he even goes to church. We're different denominations, but I think that's something we can work out. Honestly I haven't been this excited in a long time. I think I may have finally found the right guy. If things go well over the next few dates I might even bring him home to meet the folks.
On another note Rodney did put me onto something that I might be able to make a career out of, being a lawyer of all things. I never really thought about it until we started talking about on of his recent cases. There were some things he couldn't talk about because of attorney/client privilege of course. What he did point out though was that I understand law a lot easier than most, I pick things up real quick. To be honest I'd never thought about going to law school, at least not until put me onto the idea. I have to admit it sounds really interesting. Who knows, if I did become a lawyer, we might even end up at opposite tables during a case one day.
Today at work was pretty interesting, I've been chatting up one of the lawyers at work and Rodney seems like a really nice guy, doesn't hurt that he's pretty hot too. It's actually funny though, whenever we talk he tries so hard not to make any sort of comment that might offend me. He tries to play it off all cool but he's so obvious. I actually think it's kinda cute, he tries so hard not to treat me different from other people, but in truth, I am. It's just nice to find someone who actually makes an effort to treat me like an average person who isn't different. People would be amazed how much of a difference little things like that can make.
I'm thinking about asking him out to dinner this weekend, but to be honest I'm really nervous. I haven't had a real date in... years. It's not easy finding a guy who's interested in you for who you are rather than a novelty item when you're all of four feet tall. It can be such a pain at times, all I've ever wanted was a normal life. Honestly I'm not even a greedy person, all I want is a good job, a home, and a family. Hell if I could find the right guy making enough money, I'd even play Suzie Homemaker. Despite what a lot of society seems to think today, I don't consider being a stay at home wife being 'chained to a stove', so long as I have the option to go out and get a job if I want to.
You know, the one thing that I am worried about though, if I do have kids one day, will they be like normal, or like me? I know my condition is genetic and can be passed on, I just hope that if I ever do have kids, this is one thing they miss out on. I've managed to come to terms with what I am, but it's not easy living in a world where practically everyone and everything is larger than you. Not to mention all the scorn and ridicule the other kids would heap on someone. I know they treated me like crap in school, or at least tried to.
Had a blast with my folks at our 4th party last night. There were friends and neighbors all over the place, getting drunk and having fun. I'm just glad no one caused any problems. It seems like there's always 'one' at any given party, fortunately it seems they missed the invite this time. It was nice to kick back and relax with my folks for a while. Things can get so busy with everyday life that we sometimes forget to take time an appreciate the things that really matter. I just wish I could settle on a career and work towards it, I sure as hell don't plan to be getting Mr. Gains coffee for the next twenty years... the old pervert.
That's something else that really bothers me about him, I catch him looking at me sometimes, when he thinks I don't notice. Not only is he like 30 years older, he's married. I can't really do anything right now because all he's done is look, still gives me the creeps though. On that line of thought it's been a while since I've had a little R&R with a guy, maybe I'll call Greg up in a few days and see if he's still single. Having the occasional friends with benefits is always nice, still wouldn't mind finding Mr. Right though. It sucks not even having a boyfriend, though I guess that's one of the problems with being a dwarf. Fun to screw but not the girl you want to take home to meet mom.
It's not so bad though, does come with advantages. Being this short it's really easy to sneak up on people and move around without being seen. I can sneak quite well when I need to. Still the lack of a personal life does kinda stink. I mean I go out with my friend Gina on the weekends, we go to bars, pick up guys, and have a bit of fun. Although to be honest it gets old after a while. The one night stands were fun when I was younger, but now, being 33 it's becoming all too clear the biological clock is ticking. I don't have a lot of time left if I want to eventually become a mother and start a family.
Not only was it getting cold outside, Danica had forgotten her jacket in the maelstrom of events that had taken place very recently, and with a lot of booze in her system, that only made it worse. There were tears, sniffling, and now shivering. Then to top it off someone sat down beside her and decided to strike up a conversation. The first thing to go through Danica's mind was bolt to the head, it was a bolt to the head kinda day for her, then something clicked mentally. It was the voice that had spoken, it sounded like an Australian accent only a bit weak, like it was becoming Americanized. There was only one person she knew that talked like that.
At first she tried to ignore the person she mentally referred to as either Pinky or 'that X-Dork'. After their brief encounter out behind her parents house, he young man wasn't very high on her list of people to see right now. There was a brief mental urge for bolt to the chest just to be spiteful, but that idea was quickly discarded. In recent times it would seem that Danica was developing something of a vicious streak, but it just wasn't there at the moment. She didn't have the mental or emotional strength for a confrontation right now. In truth all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and die.
"Hey, you alright? No, sorry that's obvious, let me try again." Cafas stood up and then sat back down again for some reason. "Hey, what's wrong mate?"
“Nothing's wrong, can't a woman just cry because she wants to!” Danica said, standing up on the bench she faced Cafas and pointed a finger in his face. “Not that it's any of you're damn business! What's wrong, what's wrong? How can you ask me that after the other night?!” Things were reaching the point that Danica could handle the pressure anymore and wanting to get as far away from everything as possible she jumped down off the bench and started to walk down the street double time. The last thing Danica wanted to do was talk to anyone right now, especially Cafas.
There was a mental see-saw in effect, one part of her wanted to cut loose and unleash on everyone around. Why should the rest of the world get to be happy while she suffered, they should all suffer. Then there was a part of her that didn't want to hurt anyone. there was already enough hate, pain, and anger in the world, there was no reason to add to it. The mental divide was causing Danica as much stress as the atomic argument that went off this morning, and her mind was already beginning to feel fatigued from it all. this a doubt THE worst day of her life.
I'm writing this to let everyone know that I'll likely have a short LoA within the next day or so. I recently got my Commercial Driver's License (CDL) and I'm going to be leaving for orientation Sunday. After that I'll be driving an 18-wheeler over the road. The LoA is because I don't have any money right now, but with my first check I'm going to be looking into getting satellite net access. Also I want to stress, this is a short LoA, I'm not leaving, resigning, or quitting... I'm having too much fun to do that.
As Cafas hit the ground, Danica watched him with a slightly arched eyebrow, surprised by the move. Then shook her head a little as he hit the ground. “Well, it seems chivalry isn't dead after all, just slightly broken from the sound of it.” She listened to the other two's short exchange, and from that started to focus most of her attention on Kirsi. Cafas seemed fairly straight forward, whereas the pale woman was less so. From the sudden attitude change she gathered the innocent little girl was just an act.
"Move, you pink-haired lump. I doubt you're going do anything more here." When Kirsi pulled a rather large bullet out of her bag, that just made the situation even better. "You control kinetic energy too. 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?"
Things just seemed to keep getting better by the moment and this new threat only pissed Danica off even more. Yet instead of opting for a direct attack, she decided for a different approach, however the last thing she was about to do was be intimidated into backing down. “One, if you're trying to scare me you're barking up the wrong tree sister, and two, I don't have to be faster than you, I can just wait until the police get here.”
Folding her arms Danica looked at Kirsi as defiantly as ever, “You want an explanation, how's this sound? That's right officer, I was walking out behind my parent's home minding my own business, on private property, when Pinky over here comes running up from god knows where followed by Snow White. They scared the crap out of me, I broke one of his ribs by accident and she made violent threats against me."
“Now wai a minute, thars no wai you can drin like this,” the man said. “You goa be cheatin.” With a shot glass in hand he slammed it down on the table, then not long after that he slammed down on the floor, out like a light. There were a few people gathered around them in the bar, seemingly amazed a woman four feet tall could out drink a knuckle dragging construction worker. There were numerous shot glasses spread around the the old wooden table, and the dim lighting only added to the sedate atmosphere of the bar.
A few of the people patted Danica on the shoulder and laughed over the whole situation, then went back about their business. The bar was fairly busy this time of the day and reaching onto the table she collected the bet made between the two of them as the man's friends hauled him off. Of the two hundred dollar bills one of them was Danica's, the other the man's, although now both were hers. There had been a hint of truth to his statement about cheating. The drink they'd been consuming was Black Velvet whiskey.
Perhaps it was biochemistry or some other unknown factor, but Black Velvet never seemed to affect Danica very much. Even after drinking a little over 25% of the fifth she barely had a buzz. Thinking about it as the money was stuffed into her bra, biochemistry must have been the answer. All it took were two or three good chugs of ol' Jack black label and she was wasted. Although at the moment biochemistry was the last thing on Danica's mind. The bottle had been paid for in advance, bought from the bartender, and she took that as well, making it another spoil of her victory.
Before leaving she took another long chug, then replaced the top and stuffed it into her purse. Moving out onto the busy New York street she took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. The pain and anger were already starting to well up inside to the point they were becoming hard to contain. Today Danica would be forced to take the bus as there would be no more rides, now or in the future, and nearing a bench enclosed by glass and steel she took a seat. Continuing to think about what had happened this morning the pain only got worse.
Try as she might it was something that Danica couldn't force from her mind, and soon her breathing started to become rougher as tears rolled down her cheeks. It was everything she could do not to burst into tears right there on the bench.
Things were getting weird for Danica, having come out to get something to eat she wasn't expecting to be accosted by a pair of strangers. The man in black bothered her more than the young woman, then when a blade appeared, light dancing off the metal, her eyes widened. With the umbrella in shambles she had a sinking feeling the man wanted her in the same condition. Why someone would want to kill her wasn't something Danica planned to stick around and try to figure out. While the other woman was distracting the individual in black she took off running at top speed, although her it wasn't quite as fast as other people. It was times like this that Danica hated being a dwarf.
After a short distance she looked back to see the dark figure in rapid pursuit. To put some distance between them Danica tried to channel a blast of energy through her legs. At first things began normally, the energy built up, but just before discharge there was a new sensation, one she'd never felt before. The energy began to fluctuate, then when the discharge came it was uneven, this literally threw Danica head over heels down the street. Being slammed down on the ground stunned her, but in light of the fear and danger present, she recovered quickly.
When Danica turned over the man was reaching down her. As a reaction she held a hand out of fire off a kinetic blast, yet nothing happened. Shocked by this turn of events she was lifted off the ground by the shirt collar. When the blade appeared a second time Danica knew it was time to defend herself the old fashioned way. Powers or no the little woman wasn't about to go down without a fight. Before the figure in black could strike she ejected a three inch blade from a wrist mount, despite something of this nature being highly illegal, and stabbed it into the offending arm.
The figure made a grunt and Danica was dropped, the sound giving the first hint the figure was in fact male. Once again she took off trying to run, but wasn't sure where to go of what to do. There was one last thing she could try, but that wasn't something Danica liked to do in public, it drew almost as much attention as an open display of mutant abilities.
There was a tremendous amount of pain from the explosion, it felt like someone had kicked Danica in the side. Her ribs hurt, breathing was difficult, and it scattered her senses badly. For the moment she made due with rolling over and looking up at the stars. Even her brain was rattled making the sensory input disorienting, like looking at the surface of a lake from beneath the water. Things started to clear up and Danica sat up shaking her head, while making a mental note she didn't appear to be immune to her own abilities... what a pain. Nothing appeared to actually be broken so after a moment she stood up and turned toward the others.
Upon looking to Cafas she began to regard the young man slightly differently than before. If he'd meant her harm, the explosion would have been the perfect time to do so. He actually seemed a little out of place in all of this, at least from her point of view. For that reason she refrained from attacking any further. This wasn't an attitude that would last for very long, and it completely evaporated the moment she looked over at Kirsi. Seeing the young woman on the phone she was fairly certain who was being called. In a situation like this most people would instinctively turn to the police.
The last thing Danica wanted were a fleet of cop cars, or worse a meta bot, storming through the field near her parent's house. The more she thought about the situation, the more anger rose to the surface. All Danica had been doing to start with was minding her own business, then these two show up and butt into her affairs, now to make matter even worse Kirsi was likely calling the police. The first time she'd hit the young woman with a blast of energy it had been an accident, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed she likely wasn't normal either. The way things had popped and cracked, the glowing, then an idea occurred to her.
This time Danica acted with intent and pointed a finger directly at Kirsi before unleashing another arc of kinetic energy, curious to see how well the cell phone would far if her guess was correct. This blast was also stronger than the last as well.
Well, I don't mind working on threads, but if you look at my signature I'm at 3/3 threads. That's how many I do at once to keep myself from getting overloaded. Once I have something freed up I wouldn't mind.
In something of a blah mood that matched the weather, Danica watched the rain outside, the only thing to break the silence was the stench of a New York cab's back seat. A mixture of stale piss, beer, and other odors that she didn't even care to identify, this nose wrenching vehicle was her only means of transportation at the moment. When Danica asked the cab driver if he ever cleaned up, the only response that came was a foreign language she didn't understand, though oddly she did realize it was Arabic. The whole atmosphere was dreary and bleak, though rather than depressed Danica was actually quite tired. Due to a poor night's sleep as the result of bad dreams, she tossed, turned, and woke up almost as tired as before.
The leather on the back seat was old, torn, and Danica had to scoot over a second time because of a spring poking her in the butt. It was a welcome relief when the cab pulled over to the curb and stopped at her destination. Quickly paying the driver she exited and took a deep breath of considerably fresher air. Normally she would have asked her parents for a ride, but her father was at work and her mother at friend's house for a bridge game. This left Danica with the only alternative being a cab ride she wished to quickly forget.
With a little bit of money in pocket and tired of being cooped up at home she wanted to get out for a while, even if the weather was dark and wet. It was only two in the afternoon, but from the heavily overcast sky, it almost appeared to be nightfall. Looking up into the sky for a moment as the rain fell in a continuous cascade, Danica could see nothing but clouds that were a mixture of gray and black. With a small pitter-patter tiny droplets of rain slid down her face. Despite all of this Danica's destination was only a few yards in front of her, it was a Waffle House, one of several in the city. Unlike many who bemoaned the quality of the food she actually liked it.
About to walk toward the building something caught Danica's attention out of the corner of one eye. At first it seemed like nothing more than a shadow, but when she looked in that direction it was, in fact, a figure. Clad in pure black it didn't move, and the clothing made it hard to determine anything aside from being slightly over six feet in height. Danica wasn't sure if the figure was looking at her or not, but either way it gave her the creeps. When the figure began to walk she decided to get out of the way and walked closer to the Waffle House. That was when Danica noticed the figure move to one side slightly so they were still parallel to one another. Now it was obvious she was the target of the figure's attention.
“The hell is this loser's problem?” Danica said, still not sure how to react.
Danica couldn't believe how casual Kaz was being about everything that was going on. The mere idea of her being discovered to be a mutant was an absolutely terrifying idea. Right now her mind was a complete jumble of thoughts and emotions that were on the verge or raging out of control. More than anything she was scared. Ever since that night her life had been spiraling out of control and the more she tried to pull everything back together, the further apart it fell. There was grief and anger over what had happened, causing tears begin welling up in her eyes. “I didn't mean to... he... it just happened,” Danica said.
The darkness of the old abandoned building didn't help matters much either as the atmosphere put her on edge. From time to time her eyes would dart around as if they were looking for someone or something. Scared, curious, afraid, it wasn't hard to see that Danica was a total wreck emotionally. “It's not fair, I never asked to be made this way, I just wanted a normal life,” Danica said, then her voice became exceedingly angry. “Not like anyone cares, all that matters getting rid of the dirty mutants.”
A few times she looked up toward the window as the sirens finally stopped a short distance away followed by the low thud of car doors slamming. There was already a crowd of people gathered around the victim, onlookers of all shapes and sizes, trying to see what they could as the police moved in to cordon off the area. Danica didn't seemed to care about any of that and was trying to regain some measure of self-control through a series of deep breathing exercises. While things picked up outside they finally started to calm down inside, both within the building and the young woman.
Everything came to a sudden halt a few minutes later when there was an audible click and a bright light appeared in the a side door of the building. A police officer started to say something when an orange arc ripped through the air, courtesy of Danica's extended arm, and struck the man. He bounced off the opposite wall of the alley. Another voice called out the man's name, 'Garth', in a surprised manner followed by the sound of running feet. A second police officer appeared a moment later and the woman drew a gun while yelling something about mutant freaks. From those two words alone one could practically hear the mental 'snap' from the expression on Danica's face.
“Freak? FREAK?!” Danica said. As the female officer started to say something about officer down into her shoulder radio and aim with weapon, Danica let out an enraged yell. Throwing both arms out to the side she leaned forward and cut loose. This time instead of a pop or crack from the hands, a sustained blast erupted from her eyes. The second police officer was struck in the chest as well, only she ended up going through three walls, crunch, crunch, crunch, and coming to rest in a pile of bricks and debris. Looking toward the front of the buildings Danica tilts her head to one side, then the other, causing it to pop each time.
“What's the world coming to when a girl can't even have a nervous breakdown in peace,” Danica said. Through the window two more police officers could be seen running down the alley as a number of rubber neckers gawked from the street beyond. Now instead of a nervous wreck Danica actually seemed to be quite angry. Kneeling down with one hand on the ground she gave a sadistic smile, then with another 'THUMP' of energy from both legs, she flew straight out the window.
Danica didn't know how to react to Kaz, he was unusually calm where most of other mutants on the street seemed jumpy and quite paranoid. It was obvious that he didn't intend to kill her or he probably would have, and there likely wouldn't be anything she could have done about it. From the look of things Kaz had considerably more control of his abilities than she did, being unable to even fire in a straight line most of the time. That was something else that was starting to really bother Danica, her lack of control. Had Kaz meant real harm she would likely be dead right now. Still not sure of how to handle the situation, and trying to suppress unpleasant memories, it caused her left eye to twitch slightly.
For a moment Danica appeared to not quite be there, in that her mind was miles away, then just as quickly she snapped back to the present. She didn't much care for his gaze, but there was little that could be done about it. Then there was the question presented by the young man. There was a part of Danica that wanted to tell him to piss off, yet another wanted to answer the question. At first she didn't know why, then it occurred that he might actually understand her situation, assuming that he cared in the first place. Danica couldn't even talk to her own parents about the situation out of fear of rejection. She'd offered some vague questions over the diner table about the 'mutant situation', only to learn neither were very fond of them. That left her out in the cold more than ever before.
“My name is Danica, and as to why I'm so jumpy, are you serious?” Danica said, leaning forward with her hands on both hip. “Have you seen what those homo-inferiors do to people like us? You're pretty ballsy walking around like some sort of rhino... porcupine... thingamajig.”
Taking a moment to rub her forehead she walked around for a moment, head shaking. “Let's not forget on top of being one of the most hated and hunted things on the planet, I'm four feet tall! Oh yeah, let's get into a fight, round one, PUNT!”
There was a lot of stress in Danica's voice and body language, causing her to pace around the alley. With her anxiety at all new levels she pointed a finger at Kaz, “That worthless lousy human tried to draw a weapon on me, he got what he deserved!”
“Oh my god, I must sound like a total idiot, standing here ranting and rambling in front of a total stranger,” Danica said. While continuing to talk the sound of police sirens in the distance could be heard. This caused her attention to snap to front and center. Like a bolt of lightning she took off through the exit to the opposite end of the alleyway and into an old abandoned building that was scheduled for demolition. From there with both hands on the edge of a broken window, she peer out as nothing more than a nose and pair of eyes. Part of Danica's mind was quite aware of what arrest would mean, while another was darting about in every direction. At this point in time she was becoming rather scatter-brained from all of the memories, thoughts, and the situation.
“Hurry up, come on!” Danica said, motioning Kaz over. Peering over the edge of the window she looked around trying to see which way the police were coming from. As soon as the red and blues appeared at the end of the street to a sound of a shrill cry, she ducked down behind the wall. Now huddled down with her knees under her chin, Danica seemed extremely frightened. Not only was she worried about being outed as a mutant, being arrested was almost unimaginable to the young woman. She was becoming something of an erratic basket case, who was having a considerable amount of trouble controlling both thoughts and emotions. They were welling up like a maelstrom and Danica was swinging between angry and scared almost randomly.
The last thing that Danica expected to hear was someone address her so soon after landing. The voice came in the form of a question for which she was in no mood. Still fighting to suppress some very horrific memories her attitude was about as foul as they came. In the process of turning she cut loose with a blast of kinetic energy that went wide, sparking off a brick wall, missing Kaz by some distance. It wasn't meant to actually strike the young man, merely a warning shot in his general direction. Upon facing him, Danica began to charge another shot, thinking it some annoying bystander butting his nose into her business. That all changed when she got a good look at Kaz, he by no means appeared human and she could count the number of mutants personally met on one hand.
Allowing the charge to dissipate Danica's head tilted to one side, taking in the curious individual in front of her. Normally a sight like Kaz would have scared her senseless, but still angry enough to kill someone else there was no fear in her eyes. Without saying anything Danica walked over to him for a closer inspection. She wasn't sure if he was suppose to look like a rhino, a beetle, or a cross between something else entirely. “Only those who piss me off, you planning to piss me off there, spike?” With that the fingers on Danica's right hand flexed as an aggressive warning. Although she had no desire to fight Kaz, after seeing some of the mutant extremists on television, one could never be too careful.
Despite her intense hatred for most humans in general, mutants were one of few groups of people in the world she didn't hate. They represented the select few that might actually be able to understand Danica, not only her situation, but the persecution faced simply for being different. Kaz didn't appear to be aggressive in stance, but his physical appearance surely looked dangerous. As paranoid as Danica was it didn't take much to set her off, a simple movement slightly larger than an unconscious gesture and she leaned back causing another audible thump.
Shot straight back ten-feet by another blast from her legs, Danica moved with considerable speed. Aiming to come to a sliding halt on both feet, she slid back, fell, tumbled once, then quickly jumped back up. At this point she was a mixture of excitement, anger, adrenaline, and curiosity. After another moment of standing there, she straightened up finally noticing that Kaz wasn't that much taller than she was. Standing between two buildings in a trash strewn alleyway was the last place Danica thought to meet another mutant. The air had a slight chill to it causing her breath to become visible. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a thick jacket of matching color she arched a brow slightly.
“Exactly who are you and what do you want?” Danica said.
