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.
Rachael naturally felt rather hesitant once she'd heard of the type of work Rikke would expect of her, bribery and deception was a little further on the wrong side of the law than she'd ever ventured before. However in saying that the woman's cause was a worthwhile one so it came down to the classic conundrum of whether the end justified the means. Rikke's cause was definitely a worthy one, she sought a safe haven for mutants. Everyone deserves the right to feel safe, whether it be with friends, family or just alone in your own home.
No-one was getting hurt by these dealings, technically in bribery scenario's both sides walk away happy. Then perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as she thought, she could always walk away right? "I can do that," She told Rikke, though it was obvious to anyone with functioning ears there was hesitance in that claim. Rachael wasn't entirely convinced just yet, well on the way but not yet.
Rikke eventually led Rachael up into the penthouse suites of a nearby apartment building and the green mutant struggled to keep her jaw off the floor once the door was opened. "I-I'll be living here," She managed to stammer out as she took in the sight before her. Everything was brand new, state of the art. Rachael shuddered to imagine just how much the apartments contents cost, let alone the apartment itself. Slowly she stepped in and past the entertainment lounge, an exterior door leading out to the balcony. The view was absolutely stunning, granted the apartment complex was no empire state but nevertheless it was a penthouse all the same. "This is amazing, I don't think even a hundred years would repay how you've helped me. I'll be ready to help when you need it, just say the word."
________________ Sorry for the absence, got busy. Still kinda am but I doubt I'll go two weeks without posting again.
It was pleasing to hear that she may be returning to school sooner rather than later if the detective's contact helps out. She was unlikely to be able to move on with her life if she didn't complete secondary education of some kind. "Which school is it?" Rachael asked, eager to search the internet for information regarding it at the next opportunity. There was also the issue of how America's school year operated, it was from like August to may or something. Why did they have to make it so bizarre, didn't February to December like Australia make much more sense.
As for the combat she'd be learning it was somewhat reassuring that the detective knew less direct styles but honestly Rachael felt more comfortable running away, running was something she could do. "Yeah, I think the best thing for me to do is just run. I suppose that's not always possible though. Next best thing would be to make sure they can't chase me then run right? Like hurt their legs?
________________________________________ P.S: Sorry for late reply. Things got rather busy on my end.
Rachael sat back in her chair with a content sigh, it had been so long since she'd last been able to experience the simple pleasure of a freshly cooked meal. Given she was still living with the Detective at the moment she wondered whether he was a fan of salmon, if so she could probably experiment with different recipes. How many ways could you cook fish?
With the sun dipping over the horizon Rachael agreed with Rikke. it was hard to imagine any apartment would still be open for inspection at this hour. To be honest though, while excited, Rachael felt somewhat nervous about her dealings with Rikke. Neither of them knew each other, yet Rikke was so willing to put her trust in her. Even going so far as to help her with accommodation, help may not even be the right word considering the other woman was paying. Rachael was just worried she might let Rikke down, she was sure she wouldn't and was prepared to put her all into her work. The thought still lingered however.
Rachael couldn't believe her eyes when Rikke provided her with the large sum of money, the large sum of bills held limply in her hands. How could the woman just give this much away? Rachael knew of some extremely generous rich people, individuals who donate hundreds of thousands to charity each year. Rikke didn't seem the type. Why was she being so generous? "I-I can't take this." She finally worked up the courage to state, however it was to an empty seat. Sometime in her shock the woman must have gotten up and left. Quickly Rachael pocketed the money and left the restaurant. After signalling a taxi she headed back to the detective's.
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Rachael kept her head down as she navigated the hustle and bustle of the New York foot traffic. It didn't matter that she'd been here for months already Rachael was always surprised by the population density within New York. She could never imagine anywhere in Perth being this packed. The fact that she was at a cramped railway station only made things worse.
Eventually though she managed to meet up with Rikke, offering the woman a weak smile. "No, the salmon was great." She replied, a slight shiver under her coat. "Cold weather though, that doesn't agree with me."
When Rikke mentioned she wanted to show Rachael something the younger girl wasn't quite sure what to expect. She'd personally spent quite a few nights on the street or in parks, she'd seen some unfortunate people. However when they reached their destination she quickly recognised where they were. "Yeah, I heard about this place on the news." Rachael stated as she looked over the rubble, a moments hesitation before she continued. "Though they reported it as a mutant resisting arrest, that the bar's occupants started it. You don't believe that do you."
There was no doubt that the bar was burnt down by mutant abilities, Rachael was sure of that much. However with the media and government lying to her about the danger mutants played on the community at large she was always a little sceptical regarding mutant news stories. That wasn't to say there weren't bad eggs, right now Rachael was trying to find where Rikke fit in. "What exactly do you mean by unsavoury?"
To hear that the Detective was going to look into some local schools for her filled Rachael with barely contained excitement. It really put the entire ordeal she'd been through into perspective. Prior to her development of her mutation Rachael viewed school in the same light as many her age, eight hours of her day that could have been spent on more fun activities. Now though, school sounded exciting. A chance for her to feel somewhat normal again, even if she didn't look it. "I'd given up on going back to school," Rachael told the Detective. "But if you can find somewhere nearby I'd love to go back."
Rachael admittedly felt more confident going into the hand to hand training than she had entering the firing range, her very vague recollection of being taught the correct punching technique coming to mind. Unfortunately though Rachael lacked much in the way of physical strength so while the Detective may rely on his physical strength and mutation to overcome an altercation Rachael couldn't. Did the detective know many ways for a significantly weaker individual to viably match a stronger opponent? "Oh, you're leaving? Thank you for the help earlier." She replied to Forsyth.
"So what sort of hand to hand fighting do you know? I mean, at my size brute force is out of the question."
With a content sigh Rachael placed her knife and fork back down on the plate, had fish ever tasted so good to her before? Hard to tell, Rachael really hadn't had a great interest in fish before her mutation but now... now the sea creature tasted like the nectar of the gods. Slowly she scooted her chair back a little from the table, it was a good sign that she hadn't yet felt ill from the salmon but perhaps when nutrients she could process were involved the illness did not take as long. Or perhaps, her body could process this.
The rest of the food on her plate Rachael had prior experience with. Carrot, broccoli and various other vegetables were among some of the first meals her body had rejected once her mutation had developed. This led to a large battery of tests and practically a week spent huddled over the toilet bowl as various foods were tried, all of which with nauseous and painful results.
The woman's goals had seemed noble enough, a strong desire to help her fellow mutants without dipping into extremism, or so it seemed. Though she had to admit the comment about discretion and the amount of money being offered did set off some alarm bells. "Well, my current job does involve quite a lot of paperwork so I'm sure that I can provide assistance on that front." She'd of course need time to explain to the detective that she'd found a job, the internship being something he'd set up to help her acclimatise to the US. "Speaking might be an issue. My mutation is still somewhat fresh, I'm not quite comfortable being the centre of attention."
The more they spoke the more Rachael was warming to Rikke's ideas. The woman definitely looked bizarre but she seemed to have an interesting idea and a plan to make it happen, Rachael respected that. When the sommelier returned and Rikke tipped him a considerable sum the image of Rachael being in that position wormed it's way into her mind. What would it be like to have that much money? She could have the best of everything. She could have everything.
It was a weird thought Rachael realised in hindsight, ever since her arrival in the United states considerable wealth was the least of her concerns. Perhaps the sight of such a relatively large sum of money being just handed out had excited her. Whatever the reason, the image provided Rachael with the final push of motivation needed to agree.
"Alright," She said with a smile. "I'll help you."
Rachael was somewhat surprised to hear that the girl had been to Australia only five or so years ago, the girl likely witnessed or experienced some sort of mutant discrimination while there. As such she ignored her comment about the Australian human population, her family and friends were human after all. "There's a lot wrong with my homeland," Rachael replied with a sigh. "I didn't realise it until the problems affected me directly."
Thankfully the sombre conversation was interrupted by a food runner who carefully placed two plates filled with food. The scent of freshly cooked fish and steamed vegetables was heavenly, Rachael's mouth almost watered as she looked down at the meal. Did she really want to try this? If Rikke's assumption was correct than this would be a monumental stride on feeling normal again, eating something for the first time in months. That being said, Rachael was not looking forward to her re-acquaintance with the porcelain god if her body rejected it like everything else.
She was faintly aware of Rikke making a comment about the vegetables and her relationship with them, earning the other woman a half-lidded stare as she tried to decipher whether the comment was serious or made in jest. In the end she decided to give the woman the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was some sort of joke, "No, my mutation is purely physical unfortunately." She informed the woman.
With great excitement Rachael helped herself to a small portion of her salmon, the taste alone was pure bliss for her taste-buds. Despite hunger not being a necessity Rachael practically attacked to salmon with ravenous intent, any concerns of becoming ill falling to the wayside, this was worth feeling sick for.
While she ate Rachael listened to the other woman, she had to admit what Rikke was offering sounded extremely tempting. She knew she couldn't rely on the kindness of the detective forever, more so because her conscious wouldn't allow her to abuse him like that. The detective was kind to a fault and despite it only being a few weeks by now Rachael already felt she was taking advantage of him. "That does sound amazing," Rachael replied to Rikke after swallowing a mouthful of salmon. "However what sort of work would I be helping with?"
Rachael's eyes widened in shock as the detective reassured her, he'd keep her secret? Did he figure out her immigration, or lack thereof, status? No, not likely. If anything Linely probably meant he'd keep her homelessness a secret. Rachael let out a sigh of relief and let her head lull back. "Thank you," she responded with a small smile.
Rachael wasn't sure if the detective really understood what his seemingly off hand comment about her work with Helen had meant to the teenager. She'd long since given up on a normal close to her teenage years since her mutation manifested, it was unlikely she'd be accepted into any sort of schooling and no-one wanted to hang out with the homeless girl. The detective's offering gave her chance at normalcy, a job with which she could use to eventually find her own way.
"Of course, I'll be here anytime you need me. Not like I have anything better to do," She responded.
Rachael stared at the woman in genuine surprise, she was being extremely forth-coming with information for someone Rachael assumed had just killed a man. Suddenly the cracks began to appear in the theory Rachael had so strongly believed to be the only possibility. Had she been mistaken? Had the man just had enough and jumped of his own free will? Rachael was about to speak when the sommelier arrived and filled the two glasses of wine, promptly leaving as soon as he had done so. Did he not realise Rachael was underage? Rachael guessed that a mutation could make it more difficult to gauge someones age, potentially slower ageing process but still, Rachael was in no way twenty one.
Too hear that the other woman could read thoughts just confirmed one of her earlier theories, telepathy of some sort, even if that theory had taken a slight beating by the other woman's overly friendly demeanour. Originally she'd been planning to give a fake name if she'd been discovered but with this revelation it would be a pointless effort now. "No, I'm not from here," She finally responded, her finger running the rim of the wine glass. "I can definitely understand what you've been through though. Name's Rachael and I'm actually from Australia, things aren't great there for mutants so I had to leave." Rachael considered explaining her methods of transportation but in the end opted against it, it wasn't really one of her finest moments. When the woman began to speculate the peculiarities of her biology a shrug was Rachael's only answer. "Sunlight and water I know to be necessities, not sure about nitrogen." She'd never been properly examined ever since her mutation manifested, who knew the extent to her biological changes.
The thought of being able to eat something though, eat it and not feel violently ill was an opportunity to good to pass up however. "I suppose I could try," Rachael told the horned mutant. While she did occasionally allude to the fact in self-depreciating jokes it irked Rachael to hear someone describe her as a human plant. Adding the 'plant' to the end created a distinguishable gap between her and the rest of the populous, one that while technically true Rachael would rather forget about.
While she waited for the fish Rachael saw no harm in giving up the most basic of details. "Don't have much to tell in the way of stories. Arrived in the states, spent quite some time homeless and in a nearby shelter. Didn't work out though. Thankfully I ran into a generous soul who was willing to offer me a place to stay and a job. It's been rough but I think, or rather hope I'm through the worst of it. As for what I want to do? Can't say I've given it much thought, to focused on the present." If the woman was indeed a telepath then it was likely she already knew this information and more. "I'm surprised you're being so courteous, you knew I was following you and don't even seem upset by the notion. Why?" With the other woman likely able to read her thoughts Rachael decided there was no longer a point to keeping up the lie.
It made Rachael feel slightly better to hear that it was common for one to be nervous the first few times they held a gun, though it was hard to imagine Forsyth or even the detective being as shaken as she was. "Shooting a target is one thing though," she stated solemnly. "Actually being able to pull the trigger if there is another person on the other side... I don't know if I could make that choice."
Rachael watched as the detective stepped up to the range and after getting into position fired three quick rounds, each managing to hit the target. Though not as impressive as Forsyth's effort Rachael still couldn't believe how easy he made it look, each shot of Rachael's took almost ten seconds just to line up, the one time she tried firing quickly she'd missed the target altogether. Plus Forsyth had the help of his mutation, a form of cheating in a way.
"You are far from 'not awful'," She reassured the detective. "I was impressed." Slowly she slid the earmuffs from her head and laid them to rest around her neck. "You know I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Teaching me to shoot, to defend myself. If there is anything you need from me don't hesitate to ask, okay? So, need me to do more paperwork or do you have something else for me?
Rachael tried her best not to appear terrified right now, she really did. One second she was watching the woman at the coffee shop, she turned away for a moment to wave off an approaching waiter and before she knew it the woman she was following stood behind her, one hand placed upon her shoulder. It took all Rachael's strength of will not to slide out from the table and run, doing so would only confirm her guilt. No, she could bluff her way through this.
"I-I'm sorry, who are you?" Rachael asked shakily. Her hands quickly gripping at the edge of her hood and pulling it down, the young green skinned teenager looking the older woman in the eyes. The woman had said she'd ordered wine, perhaps she when the woman noticed Rachael she assumed she was older. "I don't think I've ever seen you before lady, you are after all rather..." Rachael froze, thinking of a word to describe the woman's appearance. "Unique," She settled with. "I think I would have recognised you."
Rachael grimaced, she truly was a horrible liar. What was her next move, how did she get out of this? Did she excuse herself now? No, much like running earlier that could easily be seen as a admitting guilt. Did she just ignore the woman, let her make her accusations and simply deny them? No, that's silly as well. That option just left Rachael with more opportunities to say the wrong thing. The only option was to double down on her current story.
"N-Now do you mind moving?" Rachael asked, more hesitantly than she'd of liked. "I think it's pretty obvious this is a case of mistaken identity."
Rachael grumbled slightly as Forsyth rushed past to ensure the gun was safely lowered, how could she have been so careless, Forsyth had explicitly told her ensure the safety was on before lowering the weapon. "Ah, sorry." She told Forsyth with a nervous smile, why was she still shaking? "Yeah, I hope I can get better that was... nerve wracking." While there was some truth to the statement Rachael wasn't actually sure if she truly wanted to be comfortable around guns, there was a reason she disliked them and the last thing she wanted to do was form a dependency on one for protection.
After a few moments of pacing around the room Rachael walked back up to the bench, slowly she wrapped both hands around the gun and lifted it up and out in front of her. This time she focused heavily on her breathing, working to make it as slow and deep as possible. Again she looked down the sight of the gun, "Like this?" She asked Forsyth.
"Is the safety on?" He asked in response, to which she nodded. Slowly he approached, "Widen your stance, your legs are too close. Bend your knee's slightly, you don't have to be ram-rod stiff. You've dipped the muzzle slightly, the shot is going to be lower than you think if you were to fire now." He continued to offer little snippets of advice, Rachael taking it all on board and altering her position somewhat each time. "A parting gift," He mentioned as a hand gently squeezed Rachael's shoulder before he stepped back, joining Linely in watching.
The moment Forsyth touched Rachael's shoulder everything sharpened. It was almost a little disorienting how quickly everything in the distance shifted from non-descript figures to complete highly detailed targets. Ensuring that she still had her breathing under control Rachael thumbed the safety and once again slowly eased on the trigger. BANG! The target was hit and this time it wasn't at the outer edge. She could do this! Rachael pulled on the trigger again, more forceful this time. BANG! This time the target didn't react. She missed? "Oh..." She managed, not sure why the fact she missed irritated her so.
With the gun out of ammo Rachael felt safe in placing it down on the counter. "I think I got a little over-confident with that last shot." Rachael stated with a small laugh. "You said you weren't the best with a gun, how good or bad are you exactly though?" She asked the detective.
While it may have concerned it at some point that a taxi driver was willing to aid a potential stalker for money in this case she was glad, his lack of compunction prevented her from losing the horned woman in the traffic.
That gave Rachael more time to return to her previous train of though, how had the woman convinced him to jump? Two immediate options came to mind, he was coerced by some sort of external factors. Perhaps his wife and children were held hostage by the woman's associates, only to be released upon the man's death. If this was a legitimate option perhaps stalking the woman wasn't the best idea. Too late now. The second option operated under the assumption she was definitely a mutant, she had some sort of mind control abilities. If that were the case all she'd have to do is say 'jump' and he'd willingly have thrown himself from the bridge. Rachael wasn't sure which thought frightened her more, that she was a dangerous woman with connections or she could control someone with a stare.
Best not to think to hard on it, Rachael decided as she looked out the window. The buildings and places that zipped by seemed unfamiliar to the girl, likely a place in New York she had yet to visit. "They've stopped." The driver suddenly stated, quickly gaining Rachael's attention. Sure enough the other Taxi had stopped approximately fifty or sixty metres ahead, the woman climbing out. "That'll be seventy dollars, fifty for the fare and twenty for me. You are very distinctive you know." A bribe, to keep his mouth shut that she'd been stalking someone. Quickly she dug into her purse and retrieved the money, practically throwing it at the man.
Unfortunately the woman hadn't headed for a place of residence but instead a small cafe, a sigh escaped Rachael's lips. The longer this woman went from place to place the higher the chance she'd realise she was being followed, unfortunately there had to come a point when Rachael just gave up. Quietly Rachael sat down at one of the outdoor tables of a nearby restaurant only twenty or thirty metres up the street. Hopefully she wouldn't look too hard this way.
While she couldn't be sure Rachael had an inkling the woman had noticed her, shortly after she'd lit a cigarette it appeared as though the horned woman looked directly at her. Not that it really mattered right, she couldn't have possibly figured out she was being followed so quickly. Either way after she'd lit her smoke the woman continued on as if nothing was different, Rachael took that as a positive sign.
While she followed the woman she couldn't help but wonder how exactly she'd leveraged the man to jump off the bridge in the first place. Rachael was no psychologist but looking at what the man was wearing when they almost bumped into each other he seemed rather well off, sure he may have been putrid in the looks department but his clothes were nice and he seemed to have that air of greedy business owner. Generally those sorts thrived in these times, it was hard to see him as a man to willingly end his own life.
Which meant he was likely coerced, but how? So caught up in her pondering Rachael almost didn't look back to the woman in time to see her climb into a taxi. Damn it, she couldn't let her get away now! Quickly Rachael scanned up and down the street, every movie she watched set in New York seemed to have at least five taxi's on every street so where were they? Rachael spared a glance at the woman's vehicle, it was parked at a red light not that far away. A few short seconds later Rachael's hopes were answered as from out a side street a yellow taxicab emerged, vacant and stopping just in front of her as she waved it down.
"See that Taxi in front of you?" Rachael asked, getting a nod in response. "Follow it." Okay, that one got an odd look from the driver. "What? I'm from out of town and don't know the address of the place I'm staying. The rest of my family are in the other car but there wasn't enough room for me as well." Rachael wasn't the best liar but even she had to be impressed with that tall tale. For a moment Rachael was convinced the driver didn't believe her, until he looked down from his rear view and pulled out from the curb. Keeping the other taxi in sight.
"You got money?" He asked in a foreign voice Rachael couldn't quite place. A brief flash of her purse, and the contents within satisfied the man. "Then I don't care why." Oh... he hadn't bought it.
Trailing at the back of a small tour group Rachael made full use of the break in cold overcast days to soak up as much sunlight as she could. Wearing one of her new t-shirts and having tied her hoodie around her waist much of Rachael's green skin was exposed to the elements, and for once it didn't actually bother her. Maybe it was due to the time she'd spent in New York so far or the constant interaction she'd had with 'The Detective' and other members of the MRC, either way she'd become less ashamed of being visibly different in public. At least when in large crowds.
"Over 600 workers took part in the construction of this bridge, 30 of which died before its completion. The chief engineer included." The tour guide explained as the group trudged on. Rachael was sure the elderly woman had mentioned her name at some point in the tour but Rachael hadn't heard it, been drifting in and out of focus as the view of the city distracted her. "When it finally opened in 1883 over 150,000 people crossed the bridge on it's first day."
"Were you one of them?" A young man in the middle of the group butted in, earning him a giggle from the girl under his arm and a high five from the boy next to him.
"Why yes, I was." The woman replied without missing a beat and the whole tour group exploded into hysterics. The way the woman didn't bat an eye or raise any objection to the jab at her age earned the woman Rachael's, and likely the remaining tour groups, respect. She likely got that question a lot. "It was a sight to behold, the largest suspension bridge in the world by far at the time."
A loud honking from the nearby road caught her attention and Rachael didn't notice when the tour group parted to allow other bridge goers the ability to pass through, almost colliding with two individuals going the other way. A man and a woman. Her eyes lingering on the woman for a moment. She wasn't what someone would describe as pleasant to look at, her greyish skin was covered in tattoos and piercings and even the structure of her forehead seemed extremely uneven. She wasn't one hundred percent sure but Rachael could hazard a guess that the woman was a mutant. Not that it really mattered, mutants weren't illegal here, hell she was one she could hardly judge.
"Come on now, no dawdling." The woman called out and it took Rachael a moment to realise she had been talking to her. This guide took her role seriously it seemed and quickly memorised each and every face in her tour group. Rachael slowly jogged to catch up with the group as the guide turned to face the New York skyline. "Now for just a moment I urge everyone to just turn around and take in the sights, camera's down. From here you can see the breathtaking skyline of..." She stopped, the woman seemed so confident in everything she said. Why did she stop?
Quickly Rachael followed the woman's line of sight, a man had climbed over the railing and so Rachael watched with muted horror as he simply let himself fall. The tour group all rushed to the edge, several of the younger women screamed and more than a few turned their gaze away from the sight. Rachael didn't need to see though, it looked like he went over the edge head first, there was little chance he'd survived. From this height hitting the water would be like hitting concrete. There was something oddly familiar about the man though, she was sure she'd seen him before.
She glanced in the direction the man had jumped from and found her gaze once again caught by the strange woman, she was alone. Strangely enough the woman didn't seem surprised or bothered by the fact her partner had just thrown himself from the Brooklyn bridge. In fact given how quickly she recovered and walked away it seemed as though she expected it. Damn it! If only she had a phone, if she did then a quick call to the detective and the situation could be resolved. Instead a man was dead and judging by the public attention on finding the man's body the perpetrator could be getting away.
With a quiet sigh Rachael untied the hoodie from around her waist and pulled it on over her head, perhaps if she followed this woman to her house she could report it to the detective later. As long as she stayed a fair distance away and refrained from obviously staring at the back of the woman's head then hopefully she wouldn't catch on.
Rachael let out a quiet sigh, guess he took her comment seriously after all. Rachael could understand the risks that came with using a taser, she recognised that it was an electric current that could have the potential to shut down a persons circulatory system. What did he mean tasers weren't controlled, you shoot someone with it, it lets out a shock and the person collapses. It seemed rather straight forward to Rachael. It was guns she saw as more uncontrollable. After all even if you try and shoot away from the head or centre-mass the chance to hit a major artery or something similar was quite high, that was the truly uncontrollable factor.
Once she got handed the gun Rachael spent a brief amount of time appraising it, the weapon was actually lighter than she had expected it to be. She had barely enough time to raise her attention and slide the earmuffs on before Forsyth opened fire, three shots in quick succession. Once the other Officer had moved and the detective urged her forward Rachael peered down the range, an impressed whistle at the sight of before her. Three bull-eyes at a fair range.
Sliding the magazine into the weapon had been understandably simple and Rachael had seen enough action movies to remember the safety, slowly she raised the weapon in front of her. With one eye closed Rachael tilted her head slightly to look down the sights of the pistol to the target. Were her hands really swaying that much? One second she'd be looking down at the top of the target, the next it would be the bottom. Every time she tried to correct herself she just ended up making it worse. She'd just have to deal with it Rachael realised.
Taking a deep breath Rachael slowly pulled back on the trigger, the resistance it produced surprised the girl. She somewhat expected that a slight tap on the trigger would be all that was needed but that was most certainly not the case. BANG! The target visibly reacted as Rachael's shot stuck home, she'd actually managed to hit it... just. Gently she put the gun back down on the counter, her hands still somewhat shaking. "That was harder than I thought... at least I hit it though." There were likely still a few shots left in the gun for her to use but Rachael decided she needed to calm down before she tried again. Her hands were much more jittery than before.
