The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 21, 2016 19:14:42 GMT -6
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Bailey had lost all sense of time after standing still for so long. His eyes had sort of glazed over as he stared endlessly at one little spot on the wall. Working alone could get rather boring, and when it was slow, he tended to zone out. There was a little crack that was just slightly off centre and...
Oh hey!
There was a noise!
That noise was the bell for the door, which meant he actually had to do work. Ugh.
He glanced up at the clock and grinned a little. So much time had passed since he last looked! It had been, like, ten whole minutes! That meant he only had ten minutes left! Maybe it was his replacement at the door rather than a customer?
Nope, it was a customer.
Or two customers, rather. Two customers who were utterly identical in every sense of the word. Even their clothes were exactly the same! How weird! It was a pair of girls that looked about his age. It was always nice to meet other people his age. He hadn't met that many people at his school yet, and getting to know more people sounded like an excellent idea.
"What can I get for ya?" Bailey asked the odd pair and leaned over the glass counter with a grin. Even after having been thrown off a little by their appearance, he was still in an excellent mood about getting to go home in ten minutes.
"Sorry," Bailey mumbled in a hushed tone. If his ears could go down, they would have. He couldn't even begin to conceive how he'd managed to screw that up so royally. All he had to do was take the med kit over, and yet he had created that horrible scene.
"Masochist!" A young, eager reporter in a blue suit pushed through the crowd. "Is it true that you purposefully provoked the META bots? And that they had to call in reinforcements to tone down your fit of rage? Is this the kind of thing that the X-men endorse these days?"
More reporters shoved each other aside to get a comment from the famous mutant, stepping wherever they could to get better footing.
"Did you hunt down the META bots?"
"Is it true that the police had to be called in to stop you?"
"Did you kidnap that boy?"
"Who are you dating?"
The sheer amount of terrible questions flew right over Bailey's head, and he was at a loss for what to do. He carefully attempted to slide away without anyone noticing, but he was stopped by a reporter.
"Who are you? How were you involved in this?"
"I uh-" Bailey's eyes grew wide, like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Don't pester him," a cop pushed his way up to Bailey. "You need to come to the station to give a statement, kid."
Bailey nodded in relief and gladly followed the cop through the crowd. "Doesn't the X-dude have to come too?"
"Yeah, but just give him a minute," the cop grinned slyly as he watched the Masochist be grilled by reporters from the outside of the group.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 18, 2016 18:25:39 GMT -6
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"THE MED KIT!"
"Right." Bailey nodded and looked down at the kit at his feet. He had grabbed it before, but completely forgotten about it in favour of the giant shot gun in his hands. It was so cool! It made Connors' punny little hand gun look like a children's toy.
It sort of served Connors right for not giving Bailey the gun. He had just proved that he was both capable and responsible, and now he had done something cool! All without the cop's help.
He took one more second to admire his work there before picking up the med kit at his feet and sprinting back to where Connors, Jaques, and the Masochist were.
However, it seemed that he did not do an excellent job of locking the gun back up before taking off. It shot off accidentally with a loud bang sent a bullet straight into the sidewalk, only inches from Bailey's awesome socks.
"WHAT THE %#$@," Bailey yelled and dropped both of the items he was holding, causing the gun to go off a second time. The bullet travelled straight into the leg of the second META and dented its armour. The kickback from the blast shot the gun backwards on the pavement, and it only stopped when it hit the wheel of the police cruiser. The alarm on the cruiser went off right as the shot gun crashed into it.
Within about thirty seconds, the scene had gone from the basic fight sounds to the sounds a frantically swearing teenage and an aggressive car alarm.
From an outsider's (and an insider's) perspective, the entire scene was complete chaos.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 17, 2016 15:40:33 GMT -6
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"Yo," Bailey gasped and over-extended the 'o' sound of the word. The Masochist had sent the crowbar straight at the bot attacking him, and it went directly through its chest.
There was a clear view of the internal processor, but the bot didn't seem to be too bothered by the ordeal. It simply raised its arm again and continued to fire at Bailey.
However, the second or two it had been distracted had given Bailey the opportunity to attempt to figure out the shot gun in his hands. It was locked, loaded, and ready to go. He lifted it to shoulder height and shot it off, feeling the kickback against his shoulder.
The shot missed by a good foot or two. Instead of hitting the bot, it hit the side of the building next to it and took a good chunk out of the brick. Pieces of rubble went flying and simply bounced off the bot, not even making it turn its head.
“Crap,” Bailey scrunched up his face. The bot seemed angrier somehow after seeing him shoot off a weapon. It wasn’t like it could display facial expressions, but something in its movements suggested that it was like that.
Could bots actually feel emotions? That was definitely something to look into. Something to look into when he wasn’t GETTING SHOT AT BY A KILLER ROBOT, that was.
Bailey frantically attempted to reload the gun, and felt a swell of pride when he heard the little click that told him he was good to go. Once again he raised it and attempted to aim the thing, only that time he went a little off from where the bot was, hoping that he would manage to hit it instead of the X-dude or one of the cops.
The shotgun kickback threw him off balance, but he did his best to keep his head up to watch the outcome. To his relief, the shot hit the bot. The already exposed processor suffered a fatal blow and fizzled in his chest.
The bot swayed and toppled to the ground, making contact with the pavement with a loud, hollow thunk.
“I did it!” Bailey shouted to everyone and no one. “Didya see that? I just took down a freakin’ cavalry bot!”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 15, 2016 17:57:17 GMT -6
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Jaques' face formed into a sort of 'o' shape as she was reminded of her med kit. A stupid slip up, to say the least, but Bailey figured that she was still learning the ropes and stuff.
"Yeah, go get the med kit. I'll stay with Connors," Jaques instructed with a little wave of her hand, acting as if it had been her idea all along.
Bailey rolled his eyes and stood up. The car was so far away! Plus, he had to figure out how to get there without being killed by one of the bots, and avoid stealing the X-guy's powers. How did he even get himself wrapped up in all of this?
He glanced at the ground for a brief minute before he sprinted along the pavement. He ducked quickly, narrowly avoiding a swing made by one of the bots, and passed by the Masochist. He just hoped that he had gone fast enough to not mess too much with the guy's powers. He really didn't want to have 'killing an X-man' on his conscience. Plus, he was likely the only thing keeping the three of them alive.
"You are not authorized to leave this premises," the bot repeated once again. It turned to follow Bailey as he ran, not putting down its arm. "Stand down."
"Yeah, yeah, you made that clear," Bailey muttered under his breath and he approached the cop car at top speed.
The bot shot again from its arm gun, this time at Bailey. The teen ducked behind the cop car just in time, and screamed a little.
Why did he keep getting almost killed? He was a good guy! He hadn't done anything to anyone! Alright, maybe that one woman with the breathing thing, but otherwise he hadn't done anything to deserve the horrible treatment!
He raced around carefully and attempted to open the trunk of the car. He frowned deeply as he jiggled the handle, only to find that it wouldn't budge. "Wh-" he was cut off by another shot taken by the bot. He was forced to duck behind the car, wincing as the shot took a good chunk out of the car.
"Jaques! It's locked!" Bailey screamed screamed from the opposite side of the car at her.
"What?"
"Locked! The car's locked!"
The bumper lights on the car went off as the remote key was clicked. Bailey let out a quick breath, only to suck it back in a moment later. The blinking lights had only made the bot angrier. More shots were being fired repeatedly, and he was forced to chose his timing very carefully.
He kept his head low as he forced the trunk open. There, he found a med kit and.... Was that? It was! He found a shot gun!
The boy's eyes lit up as he grabbed both items from the trunk and ducked back to his hiding place. He was holding a real shot gun in his hands. He had never even held a pistol before. Being from Canada, where gun laws were much more strict, he had a difficult time even remembering seeing a gun.
Now, he had about thirty seconds to figure out how to use the thing. He stood up and held it like he remembered people holding it in first person shooters, and attempted to aim it at the bot.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 14, 2016 16:37:13 GMT -6
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After the second instruction from Saphirus, Jaques moved quickly, her training taking over. She knelt next to her partner and 'uhmed' repeatedly, clearly unsure of what to do with her hands. She quickly pulled her com off of her belt and called for medical assistance, but then went back to being unsure of what to do with herself.
Bailey had followed closely behind her, keeping his eyes moving between Connors and the bot that the Masochist was attempting to take down. Things didn't look good, but he tried not to focus on it. He was an X-man, after all. He would be able to handle it.
There was a clank, followed by the sound of flesh being hit by metal. Bailey winced for the guy and tried not to watch.
Okay, he would hopefully be able to handle it.
The teen shifted his attention back to Connors and Jaques. "I think you need to put some pressure on the wound, or something," he told her, pointing to the bleeding bullet hole in his stomach.
"I know that," Jaques hissed. "But my hands are filthy. I'll give him an infection."
"Well it's better that than have him bleed out, don't you think? Why not use a shirt or something?" Bailey shrugged and stared at her. She was a cop. She was supposed to know things like that. She was likely new. "It's alright if you're nervous. We all get nervous sometimes. I remember my first day on till, I was so nervous! I didn't know if I would be good at interacting with people, but it seemed to turn out fine. I'm sure this will be fine, too."
Jaques swung her head around so that her tight braid flipped over her shoulder, and narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you daft? This is nothing like that! My partner is bleeding out in front of me and there are two angry robots trying to kill us!"
"Yeah, okay, maybe that was a bad analogy, but you get my point," Bailey shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. He did his best to ignore what was going on behind him, but it was getting more difficult. He consoled himself with the fact that there was nothing he could do anyway. He would only get in the way, and the Masochist needed his time to shine or whatever.
Jaques fell silent as she took out a notebook filled with scribbles. Bailey assumed that she was searching for what to do next, but couldn't quite be sure.
He looked over to Connors, who was fading in and out of consciousness. "Hey," he snapped his fingers in front of the guy's face. "Can I use your gun?"
"Not a chance, kid," Connors grumbled slowly and then coughed.
"Darn," Bailey frowned. There really was nothing he could do to help. "You're sure?" A nod told him yes. "Well... Alright, but you're responsible if that-" he jerked his thumb towards Masochist "-guy dies."
He abandoned Jaques and Connors and stood up to watch the X-man instead. It was getting harder to ignore, and it seemed more interesting than watching Jaques panic. He made sure to stay the required distance away, but only the required distance. "Hey, you need any help?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 11, 2016 10:59:05 GMT -6
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Jaques flipped anxiously through her handbook, looking up every few pages to double check the numbers printed on the chests of the bots. "This has never happened before," she muttered under her breath. "5-3-E-T-G-4-8-9-9-Z."
The malfunctioning META turned its head to look at Jaques, but did not turn off. "Code denied. Authorization not accepted. Stand down before further action is taken."
The second bot seemed to be in the same line of thinking as the other one. It stood silently next to the other one, turning its head at each movement that any of them made.
Bailey's hands had started to shake. The first one had been rather terrifying, but now there were two more bigger, scarier, and down right more dangerous looking ones that were not on their side, and wouldn't even listen to the police. He settled slightly as he looked at the law enforcement officials that flanked him. Surely they would know what to do, or at least get him out alive.
"You guys know what to do, right? We'll be fine? You know what you're doing."
"Kid, can you just zip it for thirty seconds, please?" Connors' face was becoming more red by the second. "I'm so sick of this," he grumbled. He pulled a com off of his belt and clicked the button on the side. "Yeah, this officer Connors. We've got two more insubordinates on Eighth. Can you get down here and bring some mor-"
Connors was cut off mid sentence as he was sent to the ground. The first cavalry unit stood with its arm straight ahead, a gun protruding from a divot in its armour.
Jaques' finger stopped flipping through her little book. "Th-that's never happened before." She managed to mumble as her face went white. Her hand moved to her com, but she instantly decided against it. She moved instead towards her gun.
Bailey had heard that the bots were customizable, but he had never heard of something like those blasts. That was definitely an add on, and one that he didn't want to tussle with.
Connors groaned and clutched at his stomach from his spot on the ground. He was in no shape to stand up, and it definitely looked like there was blood coming from his wound. Bailey's face went pale as he looked at him. If that was what happened to a well trained cop, then what would happen to him?
He desperately wanted to run, but his feet seemed glued in place. It looked like he was making the best of things as they were. Hey, maybe Connors would let him have his gun!
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 11, 2016 9:57:57 GMT -6
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Oh, come on.
The woman started to wake up again as soon as he moved away. Bailey stopped as soon as he heard the sound of relief from the crowd. The woman was going to be okay.
But why was she going to be okay? It seemed that each time Bailey got farther away, she seemed to get a little better. It was weird, it was almost like when he shut off someone's powers. As soon as they got six feet away from him, they could use them again. But that wouldn't happen with breathing... Would it?
Bailey frowned as he looked on from the back of the crowd. What if his powers were getting stronger? What if before long he was completely stopping all function in those around him? What if he started killing people?
The teen wiped his brow anxiously. He had actually begun to sweat as he thought about the possibilities. Worst case scenarios spun through his head and push their way to the front. He was going to kill his entire family and everyone in the entire world and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Or maybe... Maybe the woman's powers had something to do with breathing. Yeah, that made much more sense. And it meant that he probably wasn't going to be killing anyone just by standing next to them. He took in a deep breath and prayed that that was the case.
He glanced around and tried to look calm. No one knew what he did. Technically he hadn't done anything wrong. He had simply stood too close to someone. As long as he didn't look suspicious, he would be fine. He decided to stick around to make sure that the woman would get help, but not stay within six feet of her.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 10, 2016 10:16:15 GMT -6
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Crap.
Crap, crap, crap.
Craaaaaaaap.
The lady had apparently given up on not being able to breathe. And by that, it meant that he world had apparently faded to black and she was lying on the ground unresponsive.
Bailey's worst fears had come to pass. The woman was dying, he was going to have to be responsible. He was still a minor, so it wouldn't go on his record, he reminded himself. Or was that only in Canada? Or was it only in cop shows?
His heart started to beat faster. He was not prepared to deal with something like that. What if he was actually arrested!? He couldn't go to jail! What if there was a whole court case? He didn't even do anything wrong, but he was going to go to jail because some woman couldn't breathe!
The juice man was with her, checking her pulse and snapping in front of her face. There was a whole crowd that had gathered around to watch. There were people with her, so he definitely didn't need to stay. If he backed away slowly, people likely wouldn't even notice if he wasn't there. Then he couldn't be blamed for whatever happened!
So, he did just that. Bailey backed his way through the crowd, fully intending to book it when he got the chance. He had a future, after all! He had to think of himself in some cases, no matter how terrible it made him feel.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 10, 2016 9:31:46 GMT -6
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"Five malfunctions?" Bailey parroted, his mouth wide open with shock. That was a lot. Even more than the deep dark corners of the internet had assumed. "That's, like, a crazy number. Aren't you guys doing anything to try and stop them? You're just letting them continue to walk around freely? That can't be good for your PR department."
He shook his head at them, trying to imagine why they would continue to use the bots if they were like that. Yes, they were likely very helpful, they saved time and effort, they could do things that humans couldn't do, and they saved lives, but...
Actually, he could definitely understand where they were coming from.
However, that didn't change the fact that he was still a little tickled about being attacked for no reason. "Never mind. How do I give a statement?"
"You'll have to come down to the station, kid," Connors told him, ignoring his other questions. He didn't seem all that pleased with him, especially after Bailey had just gone around questioning them to their faces. In hindsight, it likely wasn't the best move.
"You can write it down there," Jaques added distractedly as she examined the META smashed in the wall.
The two cavalry units had arrived, and they stood like sentries behind their human counterparts. For the most part, they were completely silent until Connors moved to pass them. One of them turned its metal head and stared at him blankly.
"You are not authorized to leave these premises." It said simply before turning its head back to stare straight ahead.
"What do you mean I'm not authorized? I'm your commanding officer!" Connors nearly exploded at the bot in anger.
"You are not authorized to leave these premises," the bot repeated. "Stand down or further action will be taken."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 9, 2016 14:57:54 GMT -6
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"Now you listen to me you little @$@^ I BLED for this @%$^ing city. I EARNED that badge. People DIED in the riots. I stood beside those 'legit' cops and we held that line TOGETHER."
Bailey seemed to almost shrink into himself as the Masochist turned and yelled at him. He wasn't normally absurdly tall, but he also wasn't normally all that short. Somehow, though, his body seemed to almost fold up on itself and he shrunk a good two inches, like a turtle retreating into its shell.
The teen nodded feverishly and shot a quick glance at the bot that was no longer struggling. He made a quick but very important mental note to himself to never ever make that mutant angry. Unless he was standing within six feet of him and had some kind of weapon and a death wish.
Bailey took the phone off his shoulder and addressed the woman on the other end. "Did you get any of that? Yeah, he's kind of testy. Can we get those override codes, please? Oh, never mind. The cops just showed up." Bailey's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he realized his grave mistake. He quickly corrected himself, "I-mean-the-cops-that-aren't-already-here-please-don't-kill-me!"
"Did you phone in for help?" One of the cops asked as soon as the pair arrived on scene. Didn't ask any more questions when he noticed the bot embedded deeply into the wall. "Oh, I see."
"E-7-9-9-4-T-Y-3-G-8," the other cop read directly from a handbook she had pulled off her person. "That should do it."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 8, 2016 14:19:51 GMT -6
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He... Wasn't a mutant?
Okay, this guy was really off his rocker. That was, however, not the thing he needed to focus on. He could get the guy some psychiatric help later on, when he wasn't faced with being punched by an angry robot.
Could robots get angry, or was that a purely human emotion? Did robots feel emotions? Was that programmed into their code? Maybe he could ask the robot trying to kill him if the X-dude managed to subdue him.
...Crap.
How many tangents had his mind run off into? Too many. He had missed the bulk of something that the guy was yelling to him, and a bunch of things the emergency person on the other end was saying. He caught a little bit about a code or something at the end, and he hoped he had heard enough.
"Sorry, could you repeat that, please? Thanks. That's pretty fast, eh? In my old town the first responders took way longer to get anywhere. Though, I guess there is a lot of crime in this city, so you guys probably have more people on staff and a lot more precincts. Anyway, could I get the override code, please? Mhmm, thanks."
He put the phone down against his shoulder and called over to the X-man. "They say that they can't give out the code over the phone, 'cause they don't know if you're actually a cop. They've had a bunch of prank calls recently, so they don't want to risk anything. When the legit cops arrive they should have like a handbook or something that tells them what to do."
Bailey frowned, finally processing what he had just relayed. They couldn't do anything else until the cops arrived. Well, at least it looked like the X-guy had things handled.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 7, 2016 19:33:05 GMT -6
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Bailey frowned and stepped back a few feet, thinking that the man had figured out what his abilities did. "One of what? A mutant? I thought that much was implied! And you know, it's kind of rude to identify someone as 'one of them'." His optimism was waning with this guy.
"These are the cops, man!" Bailey stuck out his hands at the crazed robot rounded the corner. He shook his head but took out his phone anyway. It wasn't like it could do any harm, even if it didn't do any good.
He looked up from it to see the X-man catch a punch in his hand. Now that was cool. Okay, maybe he wasn't so entirely completely awful.
"Hi, hello. Yeah, I need some cops over here. Where am I? I dunno, somewhere in Manhattan for sure. In an alleyway. 8th, maybe? What's my crisis? Oh there's one of those META bot things going all batty over here. Yeah, just straight up started attacking people. Uhhhh.... 16247b. And it's... Assaulting a cop, right? You're a cop? Wait, I thought you were an X-man?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 7, 2016 15:45:37 GMT -6
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"Hey! I was using that!" Bailey shouted as he covered his head instinctively. That couch was supposed to be his protection. The bot was not supposed to just pick it up and throw it away like a tissue. The love seat landed with a crash on the wonderfully set up display case. The display case that someone had likely put a lot of work into.
The teen scrambled backwards as the bot reached out towards him. He felt rather like a mouse in a cage with no exits, waiting for the hand to drag him away. But hey, at least he wasn't actually a mouse, he figured. He was a person with a conscience and free will... Which was not what he needed to focus on as death loomed closer than it ever had.
He closed his eyes and covered his face with his arms, despite the knowledge that there wasn't anything he could do. Just as he was expecting to feel the cold metal of the bot, there was a loud noise and a sudden pain in his foot.
Bailey warily opened his eyes to see the META's mechanical forearm lying on his foot. Not far off, a crowbar lay on the ground, clearly the weapon used to cause the damage. He looked over to the X-guy to see what happened, and realized that he had been the one to throw the crowbar. He clearly had some kind of increased strength or something, which was at least better than what he had been thinking earlier.
"Critical damage. Authorizing use of cavalry units. ETA 2 minutes."
Bailey stared at the bot. There were more coming, apparently. Well that was just peachy. Maybe they weren't all that bad?
"Oh, no, it's totally safe here. There's just a couple of crazy robots standing around, but once you get past them, this place is like Disney land!" He allowed the man to grab him and felt himself hoisted to his feet, the pair of them clearly aiming for anywhere but the coffee shop.
He just hoped that wherever they were going had a bit more food and a few less homicidal machines.
