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.
In the beginning, there had been one Lenna, from this universe. She had vanished. For the people in her family (apart from her parents), that Lenna had vanished. For a long, long time.
A second Lenna had reappeared, younger, missing memories. During a time when a lot of folks had been appearing, that way.
Her aunt had found her. Lenna had let her think she was the first Lenna, and not the second. Family is family. Her aunt would have been on the other side of the rift, out of reach forever. It is nice to have family. She had accepted the place in that woman’s life…. Never knowing there had also been a large inheritance.
Then she had found out. Had moved out of the Mansion, into her aunts actual mansion. Met her trust fund manager at some point. They were nice. And Lenna had learned how her parents had left things running all that time, and let money make money, and how her aunt had kept the trust fund operating in the hopes her sister and her brother in law and niece would some day come back to her. One of them had.
Lenna played nice at the party. It was a high class gala. She wore a little black dress. For her aunt. She did not even have hidden weaponry. If people attacked, she would only have her mind and body at her disposal. Luckily, her mind could lift 300 lbs.
Her trust fund manager was nice. He had a gallery. A painting, a Renaissance Era painting, from his personal collection. And other stuff.
She could play nice and mingle at the gala, for her aunt. Even if she would have preferred to be in the shooting range. Or anywhere else, really.
Lenna had recently turned 21. She snagged a glass of white wine off a tray, and took a sip. It was not her first alcohol. She had drank plenty as a child in Colombia. But it was nice to do so legally.
The call came in to SUPER. A woman named Amelia relayed it to the mansion and the X-men a short time later, said to meet SUPER at Times Square ASAP. They would convene and respond to violent attackers in the city. It was good for Lenna that she had been in the city already, shopping.
Yes, the day before, the mansion had been attacked. Just because something bad happens, it does not mean we cease to live our lives. We do that, and the villains win. We hunker down in preparation for bad things, and we miss the opportunity to experience good things. She was entirely over simply focusing on bad. Which was why she had been impulse buying, to distract her from bad thoughts. Luckily, nothing important. As she had no expectations about actually keeping what she had bought. It would be lost, during the fighting. Most likely stolen. Just a discarded bag.
Her phone had relayed the information from Shin. He seemed like he was lighting up all the phones that day.
Lenna looked down at her plastic sack, what did she have again?
Well. She was taking up cooking. So. She had bought a set of knives. There was 7 pieces in the set. She had spent her fast food job money.
The set contained:
One tiny knife, paring maybe? 3.5”. For peeling and hulling fruits and vegetables, coring tomatoes, etc.
A knife, 5”, utility. The box had said it was ideal for:
- Slicing meat - Slicing bagels and buns - Cutting sandwiches - Chopping vegetable - Slicing herbs - General kitchen tasks when no other knife will do!
Another 5 incher, called a Santoku knife. Good for more precision and control when cutting or slicing things like vegetables. And specially designed so stuff didn’t stick to it, like meats. Using air pockets or some such.
An 8” slicing knife. Good for slicing thin cuts of meat, and so on.
Getting the picture?
A serrated bread knife. 8” long. This one would be perfect. She loved crusty bread and cheese of the goats.
Then there was a 7” knife, which was another Santoku. The big brother to the smaller one.
And finally an 8” chef knife. Useful for, what? Cutting chefs? The box had said… chopping nuts. How morbid. Slicing meat. 7 oz in weight.
Yeah. She was within walking distance of Times Square, so Lenna just walked over to a bench and opened her cutting knife set up so she could free all the blades. That was like $150 worth of cutting precision blades, 70% off, on sale, a $530 value.
Rapidly, she freed them from their packaging then started using telekinesis to attach them to the outside of her black leather jacket. To the sides of her blue jeans, where applicable (read: would not cut her). And to her orange sweater.
She could snap 16 objects at a time with telekinesis, so this was not so bad. She attached 6 of the blades, and held the paring knife in her hand. It was so cute. She could easily throw it at an enemy’s vitals. What a waste of precision Japanese steel. They would never come clean. This kitchen set was now her combat set. It was well-made, at the very least.
As an X, she probably should not actually kill anyone. So maybe not “vitals.” But you can live a completely lifelike life with one eye. She would aim for parts that could heal… or she would intimidate, or cut other things.
Yes, people had fallen at the battle of the mansion. Yes, she had put several to sleep with tranqs, then things had fallen on them. Did she call that a kill count? Do kill counts truly matter? It is how you act that matters. Or something. She hardly recalled Cold Steel’s speech with her. But they had discussed stuff. And things. So. She did not dwell on it, she just did better.
Knives could still be incredibly useful. She made a note to look into hammers and maybe a really big boomerang, or else a warhammer. Baseball bats. Bludgeoning is less likely to immediately cause loss of life… properly targeted bludgeoning, at least. Avoid face. A warhammer… hmmm… what was in that shop window over there?
“Barry the Black Smith,” the shop said. “Keen replicas. Realistic. Fine materials.” A place like this would have fake ass katana, longswords you probably could not utilize as real weapons. Break pretty quickly. But as she stepped inside, she eyed the window contents. Lenna walked over to the shopkeeper, as people likely died in Times Square. She would be with them in a minute. Shopping came first.
A few minutes later, she was racing down the sidewalk, a couple minutes out from the carnage. She would invest in boomerangs another day. He could make one. Maybe a sturdy war hammer, too. Sturdier than the display model. But that was not what had caught Lenna’s eye. No.
A spherical shield, made of metal, painted some color or other, probably brightly, in some sort of pattern important to the blacksmith. She had purchased that. It had a star on its face. A lone star. The star was towards the top of the shield. On what she would later learn was a blue rectangle. Below that, divided into two sides, rectangles of red and white, respectively. She had strapped it to her left arm.
She had also purchased a stubby short mallet with a large head and fancy writing. He had called it runes. Said it was a replica of some myth he loved. It was heavy. That mattered more. Heavy enough she could make an impact with it, not too heavy to swing with her powers. Throw with her powers. That mattered most. She had strapped the paring knife with the rest, and was holding the hammer, wielding the shield. The shopping episode was over.
Lenna burst onto the scene five minutes later, breathing hard. Her eyes flicked around to the chaos. Lotta orange (to her) Egyptian-looking bastards with giant swords and skulls and screaming and stuff. Portals. Tons of stuff going on.
Lenna telekinetically lobbed the mallet, head-first, at the first person she saw. A woman in an obsidian mask, pulling out orbs of color from people.
Atticus, she was not thinking about. He had gotten kicked, went down, things had happened. Lenna had lost track of him. Hopefully he was alright. Her and Carrick would take care of this Vale. Ugh.
Carrick sprinted towards the guy on the ground.
The man got ready to dodge an incoming gryphon Lenna gripped her keys in mundane hands as she switched her telekinetic focus, a holding maneuver. Keep him from running. Maybe he would forget to teleport. Carrick could take him with claws, or she could redirect the attack she had planned to where ever he went in response to Carrick’s assault. Then, she felt Carrick inhaling for a screech,
Lenna did not expect anything other than a mundane screech. Vale got stuck in place, as she mentally held his person.
Footsteps sounded behind the woman. She was inching for the door. Lenna had not shouted the announcement. She was not projecting. And someone else was shouting something far louder, behind her. Probably a manager who wanted her behind the counter already. But she was kind of done with the job.
Lenna had thrown her apron at the manager and told him she was on break. If that was not enough for them, the break could be longer. That was fine with her. Not with the manager, but— Lenna could find another job. This was not her only option. She had contacts . And she really did not need the job. She had money. This was to build, how do you say? Character. Mostly to fill time and learn skills.
The woman seemed to be doing her best to escape unnoticed. Most people had not, well, noticed. Lenna was more perceptive. She was not leaving the job. She had to Return. Had to speak with law enforcement. The woman penalty also should stay too, but—
Lenna handed her the order that had somehow been filled. She then turned abruptly, and left her to her own devices. The woman could leave. Lenna let the food be her thanks. Maybe the woman wanted to avoid police.
She returned to her place by the counter and retrieved her apron. The manager began to complain, but she silenced him with choice words: she knew, she could tell. That was all Lenna stated. The manager promptly shut up.
Oh. She had surprised him. Atticus must not have heard her request.
”I am SORRY!” Lenna called back to Atticus.
She did not glance back, much, so she did not see his uncool flailing, much. They needed to work on that. She needed to work on that. Levitation.
She felt kind of bad he had not landed gracefully, as she had desired.
Yes, most certainly. Practice was in order.
Lenna compartmentalized, and focused on the bigger problem. A monologuing idiot.
—
And then the idiot was attacking Atticus and she was telling Carrick to take off.
>>> “Eh? What was tha–UURK!!!”
Lenna suddenly felt really bad for the guy. Getting levitated by surprise, then kicked across the field. All for following her?
>>> Carrick turned them around with a “Screeeeeee!!”
Lenna made a mental note of the man’s powers. He had moved from one spot to another, rapidly, in a burst of flames. What was his name again? Vale?
She kept her eyes open, prepared to target him to moment he appeared nearby. He was absolutely in her range. She could immobilize him and let the guys beat him to death. Correction: near death. X men do not kill.
Carrick pounced at the guy, and Lenna went along for the ride. FlamePOOF. Aaand he was not there. The mansion grounds were pawed to hell as the gryphon landed. Chirps and a sigh. HE was Clearly upset they had not raked the foe. The scent of Burnt hair reached her nostrils as Carrick reacted to the flames left behind. She pulled back a little at the heat, but it was not high or hot enough to get her atop Carrick’s back.
Lenna turned, as something appeared in her peripheral vision. The teleporter. Ready to aim a kick at the gryphon’s head. Aaaand— she was moving towards the kick, rather than Carrick moving away. He was positioning her—
Lenna let out a hurried “hey hey hey!” He was going to have her take the kick, and— her eyes hardened and got a steely glint to them as Vale came in, with a kick. She could take this. She would hit him with her power!She would block the leg with a bubble before it hit, then counterattack, and— !!
He just stopped, mid-strike. Halted his kick in mid-air. Seemed to float for a second, hair drifting in the wind.
“No.” Vale said. A puff of smoke left the side of his mouth.
Would he really not attack her, because she was a woman? At all costs? Really?!
”FOOL!” Lenna screamed. She lobbed the tree branch she had been holding with all her telekinetic might. It spun through the air, to smash him in the chest. Redness sprayed from the impact site. Vale fell like a flaming meteor. Straight Towards the ground. And then— !!
There was a burst of flames. He was not falling any longer. He was on the ground below them. He brushed his hair aside, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a laugh. Then looked up towards the pair.
He cups both hands to either side of his mouth, and shouted up at them. “You know, the Vale in Vale is short for AVAILABLE!!”
If he had still been within range, Lenna would have hit him again. Her branch was gone now. She needed something to hit him with, from range. The woman reached into her pockets for something, anything. Rooted around for a moment, noted her pocket contents. Here they were, assorted odds and ends from her pockets. Coins, subway tokens, other things… She settled for the house keys. suitably slashy.
”Good idea. Now get me closer. I will cut him.” She told Carrick.
On the ground, Vale assessed his situation and decided on his next target. He was still standing. That tree branch had HURT, though. What a woman.
Two minutes. Of strangling. Was freaking forever. Several seconds into it, maybe a minute? When Lenna got the feeling that maybe the other woman was doing more for putting the guy down than she was, somehow… she sort of stopped, and dialed back on the force choke. Choking was not really her thing, anyways. The guy had done it to her so she did it back.
Did the other woman have some sort of power drain power? Or, what? She was just freakishly strong. Stronger than the guy. But together, they put him down, so… eventually, she got up off the floor when it seemed he was not going to get back up. The guy was not down yet? Okay.
Since she was not force choking, while the woman kept kneeling on the annoying guy’s back, Lenna got out her phone.
”Yeah? 911. I want to report an assault. And also—“
She spoke for about a minute, about what she had seen and what she suspected. When the woman asked:
>>>”Please tell me someone's called the cops or something.”
Lenna called back: ”I am on it! They will be here shortly. He is a robber. And also, assaults people in poorly thought out and very public methods. Yes, Police, I am still here. Thank you.”
Lenna was the first outside the mansion, followed by Atticus and Carrick, in one order or the other.
—
Back inside the mansion, teachers were speaking to students, corralling the younger ones into the entertainment room and common areas, to watch movies and stuff. Not to go outside. A shame Lenna, Carrick, and Atticus had missed the memo. They were outside, potentially risking their lives to protect the mansion from— a distraction. Which probably freed up X-men to go about the city. Not that anyone knew the true end game here. La la la~!
—
Carrick Stripped. Again. When she had turned earlier, to see him already nearly naked.. Lenna had been appreciative that he followed her orders promptly and efficiently. This was growth. Carrick was not always the best at following directions, so Lenna let the jokes and teasing slide. She did not die or get uncomfortable like some people might. She knew Carrick enough to understand, nudity, you know? It was a requirement sometimes. Just be cool. It was just a precursor to shifting.
Yes. And shifting was impressive. Bits of him were stripped, stretched, grew feathers and fur. Drastic changes, in a small amount of time. Surely painful.
Running up next to Lenna, Carrick let out a string of chirps and lowered his head so they could climb on before he took off.
Lenna glanced back towards the entrance. Ah. It seemed that Atticus had followed. Wonderful. She gave him a curt nod and a smile, then turned her attention to a tree not too far off. Her mind highlighted a fallen tree branch, then tore it across the grounds to come to her hand. It was not too heavy, and of a decent size to be a little lance. She gripped it in one hand, then focused her telekinesis upon herself.
”With your permission, I would like to make you fly.” she said to Atticus. Then, Lenna lifted herself up onto Carrick’s back with a gentle application of telekinesis. Got the tree branch lance into position, resting against the gryphons side, tip down and away from him, so he wouldn’t accidentally get hurt.
Lenna waited a beat, then grabbed Atticus up with her powers, to lift him up off the ground and tow along behind them. Maybe not as fast as Carrick himself, but to just leave him by the front doors after asking him to come with them. That would have been rude. She was not certain that Carrick could carry them both, and really should have asked his limits when he still had the ability to speak English.
—
They surged toward the front gates on Carrick. Lenna directed him to land by the gates, about 20 feet away from them.
Sure enough, the man was waiting for them. Lenna could not see colors very well. Her power made everything it highlighted appear orange in her field of view. (Her powers were invisible to others). The only way to actually see colors properly was when she focused on using her powers on one, or several things. Such as presently, since her entire power focus was on Atticus and keeping him aloft. So she did get to notice things like hair color and outfit before she set the man down.
The man at the gates had yellow hair, which covered one eye. He wore a black suit, with a white shirt visible beneath the unbuttoned jacket. Nice dress shoes. A cigarette in his hand. He was smoking, leaning against the gate. And his feet were indeed on fire. Mutant. It was a fire that did not touch his clothes, confined presently to the area around the soles of his feet. Burning in a circle. It did not travel up the shoes, or to his legs. Yet. She assumed it would, once he began to fight.
At their appearance, he glanced over his shoulder. His back was to them. Like he had been waiting. He quirked the visible eyebrow, surprised someone had actually come, then smiled at them.
“Finally.” He cast the cigarette into the street. Turned to face them fully. Opened his mouth to say something else, but Lenna cut him off.
”What do you want. This is a private school. You do not get to lurk here.” She said.
She was still on the back of the gryphon. She patted Carrick with one hand, letting him know to just keep steady and wait a minute. The blood feast would come soon. They needed to attempt peace talks first. At least, put up the visible act of trying. Even if she and Carrick both knew where this would lead.
The fire foot guy grinned at her. “God, you’re gorgeous. What’s your name? My name is Vale.”
Tersely, she said ”Lenna. Please leave.”
He laughed, and pressed a hand to his hair. “Akh said to cause trouble. She said ‘hurt people.’ But I don’t want to hurt a woman. Even if I die. You, though.”
In a burst of flames approximately 3 feet high, he vanished, only to reappear in front of Atticus and kick at him with a foot covered in flames.
“Devil’s leg!!” He shouted.
”Dumb move.” Lenna said. She patted Carrick’s side and told him to take off.
Carrick had even done a Texas accent. Ugh! Why was it good?!
Reminded her of Mike Hunter. And power rangers. And vampires.
Carrick, meanwhile, was chatting up the director and going on about riding anything. She would not comment. Did he not have a girlfriend from the sea?
Her blush did not coincide with the Boston accent. Also a good one, why was it good?! The director was eating it up.
Carrick was multitalented.
He turned to her after his list of traits. Was she too list her own in order to now also impress? Very well. She counted them off on hands.
” I also can juggle. Knives, mostly. I am acrobatic. I can flip and stand on hands and walk tightropes and fly. Telekinesis for both those last two. She went on. ”I can shoot guns very well. Hit distant targets. I know Krav Maga, and—“
Kravitsch paused them. “I’m gonna stop you there! You two are simply too talented! I could eat you all up! Let’s do it! Let’s do all of it,” He said hungrily. His mandibles were drooling.
What followed was the biggest rewrite in pizza commercial history. They got them doing tricks, making shots, throwing knives, at each other, juggling, you name it. The script didn’t melt, but it was close. It read them. Then it was time to act it out.
Someone was in front of her, as she was typing and walking. Who— oh wow.
>>> ”I know you, don’t I?” He asked.
Lenna hardly noticed the foxy lady behind him. If she had, she would not have gotten jealous. The fox girl was also someone she knew. And she may have been more jealous than Lenna was, here and presently. A guy talks to you, then talks to another girl like “I know you”? Yeah. Know HOW? This was not her present course of mind, twitch twitch, but an outside observer might wonder…
Lenna was confident. Not a tongue addled fool for guys. That ship had sailed, and been shot repeatedly. By guns, but also cannons. She did not even think of Ginger-haired cowboys one time. Tex Ass.
She opened her mouth to reply, and —wait. Was Carrick growling?
>>>
”When isn’t it?” he asked, still looking at everything from upside down. ”How much is he paying us this time?”
Lenna’s glanced back at the shifter. As if saying “really?”
“Usual.” She said: as in usual rate. Her Colombian accent made it sound interesting, like you shoe ull.
Carrick kept talking. Lenna turned to answer the man as Carrick spoke. She caught some of it. Complaints, mostly. M Did she know Atticus?
”Not yet.” She said. Again, accent. Colombian. She could do American, but why bother? People like accents.
Guys.
Let us be serious. Guys like accents. Girls, too, sometimes, but from her glare, fox girl likely did not. Or she did not appreciate carrick. And HIS accent. She was the only one present who lacked an accent. Was she simply jealous? The glare morphed into a frown as carrick began to get naked.
”Wait, Carrick. Get outside the building first.” Lenna said quickly.
Fox looked somehow disappointed. Curious, cross, sad, regretful? Yeah, all the emotions were on display today. Make up Your mind, Fox!
Lenna made a snap decision.
Lenna spoke. To Atticus, and only Atticus. Sorry Fox. ” You can fight.”
She ignored Fox. Fox looked offended. So expressive, Fox.
”Saw you in the danger room. Cold Steel just asked us to protect the mansion. Come with me? He pays. And will notice your help.” It was a guess mixed with a partial lie. CS had asked them to do something about shit on fire outside the gates, blocks away. Her friend mentioned fire footstep. They might be connected. Might not. Sam might pay. Might not. Would definitely pay in appreciation for assistance protecting the mansion, though. New students often wanted to become known by doing deeds, or joining teams. Atticus might.
Every second counted. She did not give him much time to decide, as she said “excuse me,” and squeezed past Atticus. She brushed against the Fox as she made it by them both. Skirt and tail flicked in annoyance.
Another one, Fox? Bound to repeat soon, but she kept finding new and unique emotions to display!
Atticus could follow if He desired. She wished him to. As she moved down the hallway, she spared one look back. One smile that promised she would appreciate assistance. Then she kept walking, to the front gates, where Fire foot waited. No doubt tapping a toe in annoyance for the wait.,
Fox girl pouted.
—-
Ooc anyone can control fire foot. Teleports in gout of flames. Fire kick. Yellow hair covers one eye. Black suit, white shirt. Smokes cigarettes. Mutant. Calls his teleportation devil jumping. Kicks are devil leg. He likes to kick, and cook… His foes. He’s very powerful, strong kicks. He will focus on the boys.
Whoever created the phrase ‘things are hairier than a Texan’s ass’ deserved to be dragged off into the street, and shot. Lenna had heard it on the radio, used to describe a situation. And wow. Woooooooooow. She would have to ask a Texan, in order to verify. Maybe the Green Ranger… maybe not.
The radio announcer was immediately replaced. It sounded like he had been bodily removed, choked a little, perhaps. From the gagging and complaints. Lenna looked to her super smash heroes video game opponent, Carrick. A quick series of button and control stick commands sent his hero, Adult Ikarus, flying off the stage. Her hero, the village person, did a handstand as a taunt.
”Did you hear that. Wait. I just received a text message from Cold Steel. We are to get our asses outside. New York is in peril… my word, not his.
He said shit is on fire a couple blocks away.
Wait. I texted him you are here. He said FLY.” She gave him a pointed look. ” You had better go change. You can give me a lift.”
As she’s rose and began the walk towards the door, another ping lit up her phone.
Someone else. A friend. “Lenna there’s a weird guy outside. Footsteps of fire…”
The woman was smart, as well as skilled in martial combat. To move out of the way, to avoid being in the path of her missile, to take advantage of the opening, using leverage and joints to her advantage… These were all things Lenna healed would do. This was high praise. The woman also had strength to back the efforts. Very Good.
—
Her knee was on his back, his wrist, caught, arm pulled, hauled, behind… begging him. Begging him to… free it. Pain. She was using his body against him. Joints don’t move that way. Difficult to get moving, to extricate himself from this woman’s grasp. She had heightened strength, yes. Like him. Inferior, though. He was stronger, He should have been able to shake her free, and yet He was feeling tired. Drained. As if He had put in far more work than He thought He had, this fight. And also— something else.
—
Lenna knew it this man had a tougher body, his constitution might make the fight take longer. He might shrug off damage, might out weigh the woman. Rise again. Fight. And he had physical power she suspected outranked them both. So… Using joints and leverage was good. To think beyond the box was key. Thus… Now she attempted the force choke. To take his air, that was simply smart. No air, no fight.
The man felt the unseen bubble of force as it began to enclose his neck, felt it shrink. It applied human levels of force, but Lenna could apply a lot in one location if she focused. It would not crush his neck. He had the constitution for it. It would restrict air flow, any pressure on veins, key veins, can do so.
He began to struggle against Lee. Strong, for a moment. Then it grew weaker. It took a bit of time, but— the fight left him. Air left him. Consciousness… left him. Lights out.
As he approached the danger room, she noted some things out of place. First off, the locking mechanism was melted. Not broken. Melted. She noticed it. He did not. Secondly, the room set aside for Their training session had been assigned as for just the two of them. It had not been allocated for a third. Why, then, was there a third?
The Asian math teacher ahead of her caught on a few steps too slow for the young woman to appreciate. He always did seem like he was calculating a thousand things at once, missing a lot of stuff right in front of him, in favor of noticing some wild thing over there. Sometimes, it could be useful, but in this scenario… the brunette swept past him.
”Someone is within. Clearly.” She said coldly.
”Lenna…” The Asian said reproachfully.
She was uncertain what reason he had for any reproach. Her assessment had been flawless.
Lenna peered her head into the room. She saw a strange scenario, with colorfully garbed people and a man about her age standing amid a cityscape. It looked like Japan. Her brow furrowed.
There was an odd feeling. He felt less energetic, less agile. His attack missed. He still hadn’t regained sight. He missed seeing the leg sweep coming, as a consequence. He hit the floor. He hit it and turned the fall into a tumble. Rolled, regained feet. In a crouch.
As he moved and fought the woman, Lenna also moved to regain footing. She landed from her levitation position, and sat up. Her back was inches from weird man. This was fine. She could fight from here. Seated out standing, it made no difference. If she wished to get into melee, she could stand later.
Lenna raised her right hand.
The man lunged at the woman, from his crouch. Seemed his sight was back. An invisible bubble yanked it from under him, just as He was about to put his whole weight down on the step. As a result, he never reached his target. He crashed, directly to her left.
Lenna rubbed her hand. It had taken all her mental power to apply the required force and direction to do that. Or a great deal.
”He has superior strength,” she announced loudly, and blandly, to the room at large.
A metal napkin holder launched itself from its place on the table, into his skull.
Character's full name: Lena Kadick Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Lenna Solderberg, Elle, Delta IV, Ivy Vanderhees. Gender: Female Age: 28, (21, thanks to deAging plot) Date of Birth: April 16, 1992 (date and year changed for FoY plot, to April 16, 2003. To aid in tracking birthdays). Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: US (Maine) Nationality: American Mutt Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Nothing special.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown, short. Neck length. Skin Tone: Fair Eye Color: Blue-green Height: 5'7” Build: Gymnast's Build. Visible mutation: Not applicable. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: All mental. Other features: None.
Everyday clothing style: She likes scarves, blue sweaters, and black turtleneck t-shirts. And skirts. Uniform: Not applicable. Sleepwear: Underwear. T-shirt. Miscellaneous clothing: NA
Character
Personality:
Lenna’s like a fire, burning down to ashes and engulfing the world. Her vices lick at the walls of social constraints, searing them away. Her tongue waggles the talk of independence and thinking for one’s self. Her burning desire for self rule brings with it a warped sense of morals and values. Anything is acceptable as a means to an end for her, and the path to enlightenment is paved in good intentions.
She does have a conscience, though. It's buried somewhere between her wanting to enlighten the world and her wanting to burn it. A sadist who loves the sound of her own voice, she makes for a very interesting storyteller in this game of life. Any move is a gamble, and she’s a gambler by heart.
Lenna loves stories of the mythic individual. Cowboys and super heroes fascinate her, and Casablanca and Dirty Harry are her favorite movies.
Lenna is sarcastic and straightforward. She values common sense. She has been trained to be a serious person. As far as interacting with people goes, she has worked hard to be a people person when she wants to be. She can make friends, and put on a social mask. If you're her friend, she'll go out of her way to help you out. She values teamwork and camaraderie, because that's the sort of environment she grew up in.
Hobbies/ Interests: Baseball, martial arts, firearms. 90s and 80s music. Dated references and old movies. Job or part time job and description:Unwilling SUPER Agent, past as professional assassin. Teenager. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being powerless or losing control of herself or her life are some fears she has. Special talents: Sharp eyes and keen hand-eye coordination. She has a gambler’s eye for details. Years of various martial arts training regimens, and experience with a wide range of weapons. Lenna is ambidextrous. She knows Spanish, English, Japanese, Russian, Mandarin, and French. About 10 years of martial arts training. Mainly krav maga with a mix of other styles. She is no master, but she can block your average punch and pull someone's arm behind their back. She has firearms training, as well as some experience with blades and blunt weaponry. She sucks with swords. She knows Spanish, English, and a little French. She hasn't trained in any further languages, yet. No real point.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other:Morals? Those cost extra. Her mindset is very mercenary. She doesn't concern herself with things like the greater good. If a woman were dying in front of her and it cost zero effort, she might save her. But she doesn't spare a thought for the people she kills or the lives she ruins in her line of work. She's been desensitized to goodness. But she can pretend. She isn't evil. Lenna doesn't set out to do bad things. But if a job calls for it, eh, she will. She's morally ambiguous.
Lenna is very mercenary. She prefers common sense solutions to life's many problems, and employs logic rather than heart. Most of the time, any way. Often times, she tries to solve problems with brutal responses. She isn't evil. She doesn't enjoy hurting people. In fact, sometimes she's even willing to help people. Like friends.
Lenna has telekinesis. She can move things with her mind. She can move people, objects, or things. It can be used to interact with the world around her in many ways. When she focused on an object, her mind can sheathe it in a shroud of psychic energy that is invisible to others, but appears to her as a dark orange glow around an object's edges. This glow serves no lighting purposes. It merely lets her know what she's affecting. She can also form this shroud around an area, like a bubble around a handful of coins, or a long balloon-animal grade bubble around a man's arm.
Strengths:
- An object can be held bound in place. - Objects affected by this can have their motion momentarily arrested. This sudden stop isn't like hitting a wall of force, and has no impact. It can, however, be jarring. For instance, a person might feel something akin to whiplash if the stop is too sudden, and fluids or objects within a thing may be agitated or disturbed, due to forward momentum. - Objects can be levitated. Lenna can levitate herself to mimic flight. - Objects can be maneuvered. Such as manipulating the results of a dice toss. Objects can be pushed, pulled, or moved. - Lenna can utilize this to lift or manipulate objects from afar. She can touch, move, and apply pressure. Her range is 200 feet. - Lenna can use this on herself, or others, lifting and levitating a person, so long as they're within her weight limits. She can use it to aid in avoiding attacks by shoving herself out of the way, just like she could use it to apply pressure to slow or move the attack off course. - This gives her a minor resistance to attacks on her mind by telepaths.
Weaknesses and Limitations: - Lenna can manipulate up to 16 directly targeted objects at a time. This can be less, depending on size or weight. If she's bubbling an area, the maximum amount of bubbles is 2. This has a 150 lb carry limit for each bubble. - Her maximum carry limit is 300lbs. Each extra object she focuses on reduces this carry limit by simple division. 4 things means 75 x 4, or 4 objects weighing 75 lbs or less. - The more she focuses on, the less she can do while focusing. If she's levitating an amount of objects close to her maximum number of things, she can't do much more than stand still and move things with her mind. Moving more objects can also reduce the precision Lenna can exercise. - Heavier objects require more focus. The heavier an object, the less finesse she can exercise in moving it, and the less likely it is she will manipulate more objects beyond it. Large objects can also be more unwieldy, less precise. - Range of 200 feet. - It does not require direct sight to move objects, but unseen objects require intimate knowledge of their location (more than just seeing something behind them once, and moving it). A hidden blade on one's person counts as intimate knowledge. So does the seat one is sitting in, or something one is touching behind them. - Some things move far too fast for her to keep track of with the human eye. It cannot single-handedly stop a bullet. She could not catch it with her telekinesis, and redirect it. - Pushing on things heavier than her limit is a mental strain. If she tries to do so for too long, it can cause problems such as nose bleeds or loss of consciousness. Going near her limits can also cause mental and physical strain, as can focusing on too much. - She needs to have a clear head to have good control of her power. Without it, she may be unfocused and unable to control things with precision. - This power may move things while she's asleep, on a subconscious level. It's 100% uncontrolled, and problematic. It's more present when she has nightmares. - No bone crushing. She can't crush bones simply by grabbing someone. It applies about as much force as she could apply with a grip. She could twist an arm, but she couldn't mentally crush a femur. She can choke someone normally. She can force choke someone with a shrinking bubble of telekinesis, too. - If an object is bubbled, she does not have complete control over its minutiae within the bubble. She controls the entire object. If she wants to move someone's arm, Lenna has to target the arm, not the entire person. - Lenna cannot be a psychic puppeteer. She can move a targeted element of a person's body, but cannot control the entire body all at once. They also can resist physically. - Lenna cannot use force waves to send people flying, or shoot mind bullets. She can launch small things with enough speed to hurt someone, but she needs an object in order to launch it. - Being exhausted or in pain can make her sloppier with her control, and might make her less able to handle full loads. If she's exhausted, physically ill, or heavily injured, she won't be able to focus on her powers for an indefinite amount of time. She has no maximum time limit for how long she can use her powers, but those things can help create a time limit. Can't use a mental power if you're unconscious due to blood loss. Can't focus much if you're vomiting. - Objects levitated move about as fast as if Lenna were moving them through brute force, or throwing them. Heavier objects take more effort. Lighter objects can be thrown with greater speed. Levitation travel for herself goes about 30MPH. That's the speed for her own weight limit and relative size. A heavier person would move 5-10 miles per hour slower, and maybe slower still, depending on other variables like resistance and gravity. Small objects like coins can be flung forward hard enough to hurt,but not hard enough to be lethal shrapnel. Unless we're talking about sharp things that could be lethal, if thrown by a regular person, like, say, lethal shrapnel. Throwing stars, caltrops, knives. Tiny pointy things are dangerous when thrown!
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Added during FoY plot:
Sometimes, Lenna’s mind can grow unfocused. If Lenna is unfocused, the orange glow of her power might flow out to target everything within her vision, while affecting none of it. It just bathes entire areas in the orange glow only she can see. Bathes, rather than bubbles. This is important.
Ultimately, this is power ADHD. It serves no useful purpose. When everything is bathed in the orange glow, it reduces the amount of power she can exercise on the world around her, due to weight limit constraints, as well as the fact that objects aren’t actively being focused upon (read: bubbled). She may be able to cause dust to drift, or nudge a pebble a hair. Make a glass of water shift slightly... barely. But since the object is not being focused upon (bubbled), Lenna cannot do anything more than that. In effect, it makes her power useless until she regains her focus.
When she regains focus, the orange hones in to surround the target. Bubbles it. When bubbled, that thing can be affected by telekinesis to her normal extent.
If, after using her power, she once again loses focus... everything goes back to being orange. Everything targetable. Adapteds and lights and light energy constructs remain their own natural colors.
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Power growth: March 23, 2020
Force Push:
Lenna can send a wave of telekinetic energy crashing forward at the speed of a rushing tackle. This wave hits with the equivalent force of a rushing tackle from a 300 lb professional football player. It hits everything within a 10 ft x 10 ft square.
This AOE attack temporarily breaks Lenna’s power, in order to allow it to hit many things without dividing its power. It’s a limiter removal, of sorts.
Strengths:
The force push is a wave, not a wall. Lenna imagines it as a crashing wave. It is a wave, with a crest. It does not take any other shape than that. Like a wave, it passes over small things that stand in its path. Things like rocks, which do not move when pushed by such a meager level of force. It breaks when it meets a wall, and weakens and lessens in size as it reaches the end of her range, or as it passes over wave break objects (such as large rocks). Her range is 200 feet. At half her range, the wave if half as large. At 50 feet, it is 1/4 it’s original size. This is not accounting for any further lessening, due to the aforementioned variables.
Only Lenna can see the wave. The force push wave appears orange to Lenna.
The force of the push is equivalent to a rushing tackle from a 300 lb professional football player. It travels at much the same speed. A rushing tackle, at human levels of speed.
It passes over everything in a 10ft x 10 ft square. That is the maximum size. With practice, Lenna can alter the size of the wave, to a minor degree. This does not remove the strength, or reduce the strain the attack places upon her. The minimum size she can manage is 5 ft x 5 ft. It is difficult to limit her focus any smaller than that.
Lenna can alter the direction of the wave, but only to a minor degree. She can force it left or right. Once. And, she can angle it slightly, to force it rushing up or raging down. Once. Changing its course is difficult, and can further strain her body and mind.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Limiter removal —The act of temporarily “breaking” how her power works, to affect multiple objects within a specified area without splitting her power... is draining. Both mentally and physically. After she uses it, she sort of breaks down. This limits the amount of times Lenna can utilize this power.
Lenna can use this power a maximum of 3 times per day before requiring a long rest (5-8 hours).
1 time leaves her feeling drained. She feels shaky and hungry and tired. She may even get a headache.
2 times leaves her exhausted. She definitely will have a headache. Lenna will have to fight to maintain consciousness.
3 times leads to unconscious. Lenna passes out immediately after using the force push. After it is completed, and vanished. Her nose and ears will bleed. When she wakes, she will have a bad migraine.
200 feet is the maximum range... as well as the minimum. Once formed and released, Lenna has only minor control over the wave. Unless something stops it, it will travel the entire distance. It does lose area as it travels. At 100 feet, it’s size is halved. At 50 feet, it’s size is 1/4 the original size. Big obstacles can further help diminish this size, by acting as wave breaks.
This attack is meant to be a huge, poorly focused AOE. A show of force, with very little finesse. In fact, in order to use it, Lenna must limit her focus. She does this by squinting, to limit her field of vision.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: She is as strong as your average woman, but knows how to utilize what strength she has to great effect. She's physically fit, and capable of keeping up with most runners. Her reflexes are human, but she's trained in various martial arts. She has great reaction times. Her stamina is and flexibility are high, due to constant exercise and training.
Fighting Style:
Lenna has been trained in a variety of martial arts styles, including Aikido, Judo, Fujian White Crane, Wushu Kung Fu,, Karate, and Krav Maga. Of these, her focus fell mainly to the last.
Growing up, Lenna thought of fighting in simplistic terms. The goal of a style was to teach one how to handle threats. She realized that with multiple styles cluttering one's mind, threat response became difficult. There were too many possible responses. Lenna found that to be a problem, while training under various teachers. Thus, as she trained, Lenna purposefully shaved her fighting style down to the elements of the many styles that she felt achieved best results. She focused on efficiency. Seeing this, her teachers responded positively, pushing her towards the style that they felt best fit Lenna. They style in question was Krav Maga.
Krav Maga is a style that aims to simplify fighting, by focusing on being reflexive, with few stances, training for efficient responses, and brutal counterattacks. The goal is efficiency. Strong, low-risk kicks, basic punching strikes, and various blocking techniques help round out the many elements in Krav Maga.
It fit Lenna perfectly. Lenna adapted her personal style to that of Krav Maga happily, and never looked back.
Lenna has about 10 years of training in basic hand-to-hand combat. Her main style is krav maga, with a mixture of other martial arts moves. Mostly defensive moves. She likes efficient movement with minimal frills.
Lenna is more about fluidity of motion, focusing on intercepting, preemptively stopping, and countering attacks. She isn't a major fan of show-offy moves.
Outside of Krav Maga, Lenna has also been trained in the use of the katana, an antiquated weapon she finds weak, and firearms, which she prefers.
While Lenna is capable of taking threats down easily through close combat, she prefers to fight long-range. Guns are better than samurai swords and fists. The better the gun, the more efficient the kill. If forced to fight at close-range, she uses Krav Maga. Occasionally, she digs out a pair of knives. Those are for people that earn her ire. They're special cases, exceptions she does not make often.
Pros for fighting style: Guns are deadly. Krav Maga is brutally efficient. She could swing a katana around, if she really wanted to.
Cons for fighting style: Guns often draw attention. She prefers to keep out of the spotlight. In her line of work, it's better to go unseen than to get caught. If fights go close-range, you're in a situation where you're bound to draw attention to yourself. If you're carrying a katana around, you've already drawn that attention. Good job, idiot. That's a quick and easy path towards getting yourself killed by a rival assassin! ... But, yeah... sometimes, it's impossible not to get a little hotheaded and show off. And guns do need bullets... one has to make that money somehow, be it working for shady organizations, flexing your trigger finger, or working on your own. Sometimes, Lenna makes mistakes.
History Of Your Character
History Of Your Character
Cartagena is a port city on the northern coast of Colombia, and a center of economic activity in the Caribbean region. It’s a popular tourist destination. Maybe it shouldn’t be so popular… kidnappings and murders occur often during peace time. The drug trades of Columbia go in and out of the port from day to day.
Columbia has always had a problem with crime. The drug trade runs wild, and modern-day Columbia averages 70 massacres a year. It was into this world that handles over 90 percent of the world’s cocaine supply that one young girl was baptized. It all happened on the 22nd of March in the year 1997.
Lenna was 5 years old at the time. Her parents, two wealthy lawyers from Maine, were out on holiday that month on a cruise. In their haste, they’d neglected to arrange a babysitter for their daughter. They decided to take her with them. That, they’d soon find out, was a mistake. Their cruise was stopped by pirates off the coast, and they were killed. Little did she know at the time, but the person behind the attack would soon become a major part of her life. Lenna wouldn’t know until much later how big a part he actually was…
She was orphaned and alone in a far-off land, left crying on the deck of the ship. In the chaos of the pirate attack, one person helped her to a getaway boat. The silhouette was framed in her mind for years to come, dark outlines burned in place by the blistering background on blue and the midday sun. Not a cloud hung in the sky that day; the pureness of the blue seemed unfair. As their boat sped across the water, Lenna looked upon the face of her shadow savior and was shocked. The girl was young, only 8 or so years older than little Lenna. Her hair was pitch black, and her face Hispanic. She asked Lenna for her name in Spanish, but Lenna didn’t know how to answer. All she could do was talk loud, and ask questions. When they got to the mansion she’d be spending her next 12 years at, all she had were more questions to ask.
Eliana Vespeda was her savior’s name. At 13 years old, she’d been one of the pirates that attacked the cruise. She worked for Bolivar Cortez, Columbian drug lord and member of the AUC, as a member of his personal army of girls. Bolivar Cortez always had valued the power of feminine grace. At her request, Cortez allowed Lenna into his army’s ranks. At the time, he thought Eliana was too soft. Still, he accepted her judgment and fulfilled her request. From age 5, Lenna was schooled and trained on the mansion grounds.
She trained in a group of 100 girls of varying ages. Eliana was one of these girls. She took it upon herself to take Lenna under her wing. As they trained together in marksmanship and the martial arts, a friendship grew between them. Eliana was like the big sister Lenna had never known or wanted. When Lenna graduated from the training at the age of 13, she partnered with Eliana as a two-girl assassin team. Eliana did all the killing. Lenna assisted with logistics, on a probationary basis. Learning the ropes.
During the time spent at the mansion, Lenna studied many things. She watched her share of Westerns and detective movies, and fell in love with the idea of the mythic individual. Her movie options were limited to older movies, many in black and white... and Star Wars. In their free time, the girls gambled and played baseball for fun. Lenna got very good at pitching and reading people. She had a keen eye for things. During all this time, she learned the language of the land along with several others.
At 16, she was sent on her first contract killing on her own. During this mission, she was placed in a life or death situation. Her power activated for the first time, giving her the strength to overpower her target's goons and make the kill.
Lenna spent the next several years learning to handle her mutation.
At 19, she left to pursue her own interests for a while with Cortez’s approval. Her travels initially took her to Europe, like any other teen on a mission of self-discovery. Through all those years training under Cortez, she’d never heard about her parents. This trip was not only a search for her identity, but for them as well… Or information.
She supported herself on the money earned from working for Cortez. Whenever she felt the need, she signed onto another contract. She travelled around Asia for a while, taking cases for the people she felt deserved to die. She didn’t argue with people if they paid up front. Not every hit followed the rule. At the time, Lenna considered herself enlightened, and willing to slosh through the muck to bring that eye-widening moment of realization to others. She brought it to a mayor in Tokyo named Izumo Katsuragi, and a wiry sword smith in Osaka named Bill. Her third hit pitted her against a rival assassin in an epic rooftop battle in the rain. Lenna ultimately won that fight, but at a cost…
On her 25th birthday, she returned to Columbia with narrowed eyes and a mission. She was the only person on the planet that knew what that assassin had told her that night, the only one who could do something about it. But first, she’d have to do a little favor for an old friend… and all the years of killing for a man would come to an end.
Or so she thought. Lenna's trip to Columbia had been done in a bout of rage. She'd crossed into dark territories, and done so sloppily. All her research into her old boss had attracted dangerous attentions. She went to a source for information. The source betrayed her. The next thing Lenna knew, she was on a plane to America.
Cortez knew people connected to a shadowy organization run by the US Government, known as SUPER. He owed someone a favor, and wanted to get rid of Lenna. He sent her overseas, into their hands. He figured they'd experiment on her and discard her. Someone at SUPER had other plans. They wanted her to join them, as an Agent.
Lenna recently updated her appearance, to bury ties to her MRO self's old identity and create a new alias. Then, she got de-Aged as part of a plot. That erased the new appearance, returning her to her teenage self. She lost about 12 years of memories, returning to the moment just after her mutation first activated, putting her around age 16. A young girl trained to kill, who... had not killed personally, yet. Not on her own. She is still working on mastering her mutation (again). A strange girl in an unfamiliar country.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Mugen Where did you learn about this site?: Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Shin, Ashton, Amelia, and Elliott Sample RP: (Please use the character you're applying for, not a character from another site.)
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Here is a link to her old profile. For old time's sake.
Things happened quickly for the man, and for Lenna. Before she could think, really. A strong hand, grasped her throat. She was about to return the favor with a “force choke”, a rapidly shrinking bubble of telekinesis. She could not crush bones with tk, it only applied force equal to what she herself was able to apply… but she could choke plenty strong. And yet— someone else was attacking the man, before she could.
The thing about joints is, even if you’re mighty strong and durable, with a resilient body, a joint is still a joint. It will bend. If enough force is applied in the right area, it will bend. And so it did.
Lenna found herself falling, and the grip loosened and the man holding her dropped to one knee. Her feet hit floor as he quickly recovered from the unplanned pose. Lenna surged forward, rather than backwards, and thrust two thumbs at the man’s eyes. Eyes, like joints, just work.
He was bent slightly forward, from the knee kneel. So she got in under his guard, from out of his sight. Her hands came up, just as he began to get fully upright. She drove them, thumbs first, other fingers there to catch against the sides of his face. Lenna dug in with her heels, for balance and support, as she ground thumbs in eye sockets. She got the man good enough for pain, and seconds, beautiful seconds, of being blinded. But nothing fatal or permanent, as he reacted almond instantly, by pulling away. Then. He gave another reaction. He swung out blindly with one arm.
She was braced against the ground with feet, and turned slightly with the blow to lessen what might have knocked others senseless. Instead, Lenna took it on the cheek and— instant headache. Instant bruise. Her body went fully horizontal as she flew from the blow. But she was still conscious. She still had a reaction.
The weird guy in the coat groggily opened his eyes. “M’hat…” He murmured. Head hurt. He’d lost the hat. Could not feel it. Had He been… tossed? And hit the wall. He was spreadeagled on his back. And above him. “Wha’?”
A woman in a restaurant uniform was hovering above him.
Lenna had caught herself in an invisible bubble of telekinesis. Still horizontal. Floating, back towards the ground. Several feet above it. And him. Weird coat, no hat. But she had not hit the wall. Her eyes snapped open.
”We have the right to refuse service to anyone. Please leave.” Lenna said tersely. Past clenched teeth.
The sound, then, of several phone cameras powering on. His attack on electronics only went so far.
Beep. Recording. “Did you see—?”
“He totally—“
Hushed voices. Chatter.
The strong man screamed. Then He took a blind swipe at the nearest warm body, which happened to be behind him. The person who had kicked his knee. This whole thing was exhausting, and had probably been a bad idea.
