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 Artair Hawke on Apr 27, 2017 17:08:53 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Sounded like whatever Kendra was doing, it was happening above him. Good, that gave him room to work with around him. He'd rather not have to worry about skewering the poor lass with a stray knife mid fight. That tended to sour things in a friendship pretty quickly. It would also not be easy to treat a stab wound on a patient when you couldn't see her, the wound or how much blood was being lost. Probably best that they stayed out of each others way for now. She shouldn't see what he was planning on doing either. Yeah he wasn't walking into this wanting to kill them, but if push came to shove, he would go lethal. These people were scum. He was not risking his own safety over them. This was one time he would gladly cross that line, if he came to it.
Muffled voices from above snapped his attention back to the mission. This was going to go louder much quicker than he would have liked, but he was committed now, he needed to take as many down now before all hell broke loose. Quickening his movements, he managed to keep relatively quiet while he scouted. Door after door led onto empty rooms, or at least empty of people. Some were piled high with boxes or equipment, others with empty beds. This was weird, why was no one around on the ground floor. Inching forwards, he quickly discovered why.
The corridor lead up to a large open room. In any other place, with any other inhabitants this would be a charming room, filled with potential. Unfortunately the only thing it was filled with now was people. There must have been at least fifteen of them, arranged variously around, some in conversation, other sitting alone. At least a few of them look so far gone with whatever crap they were peddling that they would be useless in a fight. This, was not what he had been hoping for. There was no way in hell he could fight them all.
He needed a plan and fast. The moment one of them investigated the front door, all hell would break loose. Cycling through various plans in his head, each seeming more and more suicidal, he settled on one that would hopefully not get himself killed straight away. Quickly preparing a few various items and pulling out a knife just in case, he readied himself for possible his single worst idea so far. Toppling a pile of boxes and darting into the room opposite, he waited, hoping only a couple of them would investigate.
"The f--- was that!? And why the hell is no one already finding out!" a particularly rough voice shouted, probably a higher up in the gang Artair thought to himself. "You two morons find out before I start smashing faces!" Thank god his luck was holding tonight. It had to go in his favour every once in a while. Now he just had to wait for his chance to strike, and keep his weapons hidden. They didn't exactly glow, but pure white lines tended to stick out.
Sounds of movement got closer and closer, the two sent to find out grumbling all the way. He had to time this just right. Getting it wrong would be a costly mistake. Luckily they didn't think to check the room he was crouched in, instead going directly into the room the noise had come from. Letting the first thug go in, he leapt forward the moment the second was in view, sending his knife spinning off after the other. Surprise and confusion worked to his advantage as his first blow clipped the mans temple and sent him crumpling to the floor. Swiftly kicking him in the side of the head as he passed, he entered the room after the first thug, wondering why he wasn't even shouting in surprise, if not pain.
There was one, sickening reason why not. Artair had better aim than he thought, than he really wanted right now. The thug was lying face down, his blood slowly pooling around him. A glistening, white blade embedded in the wall across, slowly dripping a few, small drops. All he could hear was that sound. He'd crossed the line, a line he couldn't cross back from.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 27, 2017 15:18:59 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
As much the other woman had a point about warming up, Cait had never been able to get that mindset about her power. Give her physical training and a well defined set of stretches and exercises and she was happy, but how on earth was she supposed to know when her mind was 'loose' enough for training. It was even harder considering she wasn't exactly sure on how her powers actually worked. Did she train them like any other physical attribute, constantly using them again and again until it was muscle memory. Or was it like other more mind based powers, where mental exercises and maybe meditation would help? So much in her life was so easily explained as a set of instructions to follow but this? With this she was lost.
It didn't help matters that after explaining everything, the target of her grandest hug plan to date stood so close next to her, demanding to see exactly what she was doing. That and the fact she made the unspoken threat very much spoken, leaving Cait with no wiggle room of doubt to work with if she lost to her urges. She also wondered if her companion was also some sort of mind reader and had some sort of inkling of her grand years long strategy to wear her down. It was possible. Although chances are she wouldn't be standing next to her if she did.
"Understood, no hugs today." She very carefully worded it to not close the door on future attempts. That was as far as she was willing to promise, for now. "You might want to keep still as well. I'll need to expand the range slightly and I'm guessing you wouldn't be best pleased if I managed to stab you by accident." Keeping her voice light and joking, she knew that wouldn't be an issue. From the outside it looked like a random pattern, but it was a fairly well controlled sequence. Turning slightly she asked "You ready?"
Once again she started the warm up, closing her eyes and pulling the pattern into her mind. Carefully centering it between the two of them and extending its range slightly, making sure it didn't overlap either of them. Now it was time for a show, she thought idly, pulling the first knife into reality and setting it on its path. As she pulled out each knife and gave it it's place in the pattern she reveled in this part. This was the part she could do, the part that made sense. With every added knife it was like she was creating a song, playing music with her mind. Drawing the fifth and final weapon out and adding its movement to the melody, it was time to build for the finale. Like a song reaching its climax the knives flew and dived, all their movement perfectly visible to her, even with her mind closed. It was like each one was just another part of her body.
At some seemingly random point she snapped her eyes open and fixed points on the target, the knives flashing instantly at the mental command. Each blade struck true, each blade hitting it's mark. Except one. The exact same last knife, the exact same distance off its target.
The vicious Gaelic swearing exited her mouth before she could stop herself. Why the hell was it so hard to hit a single point. Trailing off, she had completely forgotten someone was standing next to her and worse, that someone was probably not pleased with her random outburst. Blushing and stepping back from Combatant she awkwardly looked between her and the target. She mumbled a quiet "Sorry," to the floor and just tried to calm herself down, shocked at such a violent response to herself.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 26, 2017 9:39:57 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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Bi as they come
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
While he had the feeling she was giving him death glares, he couldn't help but smile at her comment. He'd take sarcasm and open scorn over the kind of weird, half politeness he'd had to get used to from people after moving to New York. Yeah, he got the occasional nasty comment or swear word lobed at him, but that kind of rural bluntness was well missed. If he was being honest, she was in far less danger than him going in. Being both invisible and able to blink around a room was terrifying in a fight. He carefully avoided thinking about how scary being able to pull weapons out of the air was either.
Going into this he would rather have a proper partner, someone who'd watch his back. Unfortunately out of the few he'd met, one would probably have serious issues with what they were doing and another was usually far too busy for random street level violence, so Kendra would have to do. For now at least. He wasn't too thrilled about her lighting up though. Artair hadn't ever liked the smell of smoke and since his stints in hospital and own medical issues, he tried to stay as far from it as possible. Worse still, the smoke would stick to clothing and follow you for days which, while not a problem most of the time, was major issue when you were trying to sneak into a hostile place.
"Aye, I'll be in soon. Try not to alert all of them right away lass. I'd generally prefer at least a few of them are out before gunshots start flying." Guns. Who the hell thought that arming your populace was a good idea was an idiot in his mind. The shift in gun perceptions when he'd moved had been radical and he still didn't understand the obsession. He also wasn't generally a fan of getting shot at.
The poor sod outside didn't stand a chance. The almost comical sight of him being clubbed into unconsciousness by an unseen assailant broadened his smile. Time for some fun. Quickly crossing to the entrance and checking the guy was truly out for the count, he was impressed by the girls ability. He'd be down for at least an hour, certainly long enough for their plans. He pulled him out of view before carefully pushing the door open. It wasn't locked, or guarded on the inside. Christ these pushers weren't very clever, if basic strategy was beyond them.
Giving Kendra a couple of minutes to get to work, he eventually decided to move in. Pulling out a large thick, round shield and a nasty looking mace, he slowly and quietly followed the corridor. Sounds of movement were going on in the floor above him, but he couldn't hear anything from the one he was on. That itself was suspicious. The lack of any people or guards only deepened his paranoia. Something was wrong here. He was getting a horrible feeling he was walking into a trap. Had the lass set him up?
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 25, 2017 14:55:20 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
No matter how much she practiced, she could not get that last damn knife to hit the target. Its like someone had plonked a wall in her way and she was stuck at how to proceed. With each knife before hand she had at least made steady progress, slowly getting closer and closer to hitting the target with all of them. But this one just refused to budge, refused to even attempt to co-operate with her. It was enough to make a girl scream. Which she admittedly nearly did when Combatants gruff voice sounded from much closer behind her than she had expected.
At least Becca's training kicked in, as she quickly spun and dropped into a more defensive stance at the surprise from behind. Seeing her fellow X did not immediately put her at ease, thinking you were entirely safe in the other woman's presence had already proved to be a mistake on her part. Thankfully she was offering help, even if she looked annoyed about the very idea. She might be many things, but Combatant was the teams premier fighter, turning away that kind of offer would be supremely idiotic. While they may all need different approaches when it came to training their powers, clearly her attempts were not bearing fruit. Maybe a new perspective would help. All Cait had to do was fight her hugging urges for a while longer.
"I have no clue, but considering how long I've been stuck on this it couldn't hurt to try." Who knows, maybe getting a combat specialists view on the matter would help, and if not? She'd have gotten to spend more time with one of her team mates. One step closer in her grand plan to get that hug as well, if the details in her mental hug diary could be trusted. "It just a dumb warm up, in the end, but I figured it would help get my head into the right place for practice."
Up until now, she'd mostly focused on the physical side of training, making sure she could use the weapons she made effectively. That and being able to defend herself when she over ran her power. Learning how to use knives or a rapier just made sense to her and they were easy to find teachers for. Getting specialised training for a power very few people had and even fewer used openly? How the hell was she supposed to be able to manage that?
Sighing at the sombre thoughts, she pushed them away. Now wasn't the time for self pity, it was the time to put her head down and power through. Running into their grumpiest member might be the answer to her problem. If anyone could help her smash her head against a wall until it broke, it was her.
"When I've got five weapons out, I just cannot crack getting the last one to hit where I want it too. Every time time I try it's that far off," she said gesturing towards the target, the weapons now scattered when her concentration had slipped for too long. "It's like there's just a, block, in my mind stopping me moving forward."
With their various treats in hand and Sarah much more relaxed they continued on towards the girls home. It wasn't a long walk away and he was glad of the time to help sort his mind out. With everything that had happened and his own efforts to keep the young lass occupied, he hadn't had the time to deal with his own feelings about the events. Was he a bad person for not feeling guilty? Was what he'd done right? He didn't know, not anymore. All he knew is an innocent girl was safe now. At the end of it, maybe that was all that really mattered.
They were nearing her home and she was obviously more relaxed in the familiar environment, excitedly pointing out sites and facts to them. "How long have you lived here for then lass? Must have been a while if you're an expert on the area?" he added jokingly, her attitude infectious.
"Erm, as long as I can remember. Daddy's been teaching me all about it." He'd been doing a good job about it too, if the sheer number of facts and figures she came out with was anything to go by. It made Artair smile though. He could understand having pride in where you come from and where you live, especially in hard times.
Rounding a final corner, she would have bolted forward if he and Devon hadn't had a good grip on her. Seeing a figure standing on the sidewalk and her near frantic nature, he had a feeling they'd gotten her safely home. When she screamed "Daddy!" and pulled away from him, he let her go. She needed her dad now, her emotions finally getting hold of her, bursting into tears as she hugged the man tightly. Any doubts he'd had, any lingering questions about the people he'd hurt today vanished. This moment made it worth it.
Waiting awkwardly while the main attempted to calm down his daughter, he turned to Devon. "You OK handling the talking? I'm not too great at it and you've already spoken to him." Artair was good at many things, but a social situation like this was well outside of his expertise.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 25, 2017 10:51:17 GMT -6
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Khzar
As she played, she felt that same comfortable calm draping over her, easing away all her worries. Losing herself in the music was why she did this and why she put up with the stress of band work. All the late night gigs and tense phone calls proved to be well worth it when they could play for a crowd. Or play for a particularly excitable feathered companion.
Astrid was easily following the music, taking Caits cues for the rhythm and timing. Her ability to shift her playing from subtle cues was impressive, especially given the young woman's age. Even without the other parts accompanying them, the music was sounding beautiful, a hard feat with only a pair of violins. Cait loved the instrument, but its range was, limited, compared to some other stringed instruments. Few instruments, however, could produce such pure and amazing sounds, at least in her mind.
As they neared the descant, she was curious to see how Astrid would react and when she opted for the lower part, she happily took its opposite. Having both the parts playing together and giving the song even more life, she let the sounds take her, her body moving along with the music, dancing in that strange way violinists do as they play.
Few things in the world could ever compare to this feeling, she thought as she played. Everything she did, even join up with the X's was because of this. The world could be cold and nasty and cruel. Someone had to put some beauty back in. What better way than with music?
All of that could wait though, right now she wanted to just lose herself in the playing.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 25, 2017 9:41:17 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Cait was so glad she'd learned early on to keep her phone on silent. That mistake had only been made once while on a mission. Unfortunately it had been a mission with Becca, who made her displeasure known very loudly and at length. The swearing had been impressively ear burning.
Good call, will do. Cover my back?
Snapping pictures of the creeper talking, she just couldn't get the angle to see his hidden contact, and this far away she hadn't a hope of hearing the whispered conversation. Looking back at her anxious friend, she tried to get an idea of what her sight line would be from there. Getting a little closer, even for one picture of the other person wouldn't be safe if she lost sight of her partner.
Think I can get further round without being seen? The boss would probably be grateful for even a little bit more info.
Moving without knowing if Raine was with her was a really bad idea. They were a team on this and if she wasn't cool with upping the risk, Cait would absolutely agree. Becca would much rather they came home with nothing, than them getting hurt unnecessarily. She did want to try though. When she put her mind to it, she could be pretty sneaky. At high-school she'd gotten the nickname hug ninja, for how often she would sneak attack her friends with affection. Recent training had only made her better at it.
Returning her attention to the scene behind her, she was instantly on edge. Nothing had changed, yet every instinct she had was screaming at her. Something was about to happen.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 25, 2017 8:07:00 GMT -6
Haven
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
He really needed a new way to gauge weird, because there was no way in hell that one of his childhood monsters was real, and standing across from him in an alley way. It just couldn't be true. Yet, there it stood, barely a few feet tall, patches of fur dotted about its' exposed flesh and evil looking electricity arcing off its' body. Now, with everything else he'd had to deal with in this city, the unseelie were out for him as well?
While he was struck dumb by the literal fairy tale in front of him, the officer reacted, sending her shield spinning at the creature before running up to it and, dumping water on it? OK, maybe he wasn't the only losing it. Throwing water on electricity didn't seem like the best idea to him but what did he know right now. He was still half convinced a banshee was going to walk out of the wall and start howling at him. Who knows, maybe it would do, something, useful.
It worked. It actually worked. He didn't know how, or why, but the things lightning stopped rapidly, dying away as it twitched and smoked slightly "Are you f------ kidding me?" he shouted, his facing showing his obvious confusion. "That actually worked?"
Artair could really do with a drink. It seemed like the only thing that would help any of today's events make any sense.
Pushing more power into his shield and increasing it's size, he cautiously approached. Whatever this thing was, now that he could see it, it wasn't going to get the drop on him.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 25, 2017 7:03:00 GMT -6
Haven
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
He didn't stick around to see how badly he'd hurt the guy, turning quickly and sprinting in the direction the lad had run, hoping to catch sight of him. The lad had taken some nasty hits and Artair wanted to make sure he got a hospital, or at least wasn't going to drop in the next few minutes. He nearly missed the figure gesturing at him from the door, but thankfully he had and managed to launch himself through the door before he was seen.
Sitting silently in dark chafed at him but hiding was the better plan. He wasn't in any position to run for a long distance and his new friend was probably feeling even more worse for wear. Keeping silent and straining to hear the thugs, he quickly checked his ribs for any breaks, hoping he'd gotten away with less injuries than his last stupidly heroic moment. Thankfully, all his bones and joints seemed mostly intact. He'd barely be able to move the next day thanks to the bruises but if that was the worst he had gotten, it was a damn lucky fight.
Waving his hand at the comment before realising the person attached to the voice wouldn't be able to see it he quietly replied. "No problem lad, don't need thanks for doing what anyone else should have." It sickened him sometimes just how passive people were when it came to things like this.
With the immediate danger gone his medical training was kicking in again. It was probably a good idea to check the lad for broken bones, as well as a concussion. Pulling out his phone and turn on its torch he, angled so they were both somewhat illuminated. Trying to give him a kind look he asked "You alright lad? You took some bad hits there and I like to make sure you're no going to drop on me, if that's OK with you?" Even just being able to see him, Artair could tell he was worse for wear, his nose bloody and already swelling.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 21, 2017 14:57:33 GMT -6
Haven
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Well, one thing he could say about this version of the lass she did make him laugh. Sharper tongued and quicker with her wit, she reminded him of home, in some small ways. And yes, he could probably do with being more patient and tolerant of people but he'd be damned if he was admitting it to her. The verbal sparring was also too much fun to give up, at least for now. If it became too much of problem, he could always shut it down. "Considering the both of us, that went out the window when we met."
Listening to her was certainly concerning, to say the least. A voice coming from open air was pretty spooky, even when he knew it should be there and why. But that wasn't what he was worried about right now. Her way of talking about herself, as if she was two different people set off alarm bells in his head. Artair was a medical student, he might not know much about the mental health side of medicine but he absolutely respected it. The way she drew a very definite line between Kendra and whoever she was now was an issue, one she needed to address. That could wait though what she said next set his blood boiling.
He was well aware about drug use. It would be part of his work for a long time trying to help addicts and the poor sods that had OD'ed. They were sick and needed help and he felt nothing but pity for them. Drug pushers though, he despised. They fed on peoples pain and misery for greed. Those filth were scum, pushing dangerous, untested substances on people who were addicted to whatever they could get hold off. He saw them as the parasites they were, growing fat on the most vulnerable people in society. Addicts were ill, drug pushers were the disease. He was more than happy to help the lass take them down. A drunk kid didn't deserve his rage, these monsters did.
Nodding towards the disembodied voice, he already knew he'd help. This was something that couldn't be allowed to continue. "Aye lass, I'll help. Whoever these f-----'s are, they won't be pushing that filth by the end of the night. But if I'm helping we need ground rules, things we both agree to before walking in. I want your words you won't break any agreements we make." It felt best to be firm with that, she seemed more manic than at their last meeting and he wasn't about to have Kendra's death on his hands. "If things go south, if I get hurt, you bolt. Call the police. That's the only rule I won't budge on. I won't have someone else getting themselves killed over me. You not happy with that, I walk, right now and I tell your friends at the mansion about your nightly adventures."
If they were going to do this, they would also need to talk tactics, get a feel of what they'd both do. Quickly outlining his ranges and general ability usage, he realised they should probably not go in blind. "How do you want to run this then. Seems best to start with a bit of your invisible snooping, get an idea of how many and how well armed. After that, well we'll see."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 21, 2017 9:25:42 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Cait half expected her to swear at her, or just simply ignore her and was pleasantly surprised by the resident grump turning to face her. Clearly she wasn't happy about the prospect, the look on her face speaking volumes about her thoughts on the young Scot. Since the incident she had kept space between them if they were ever in the same room, as if expecting another surprise hug. Not that Cait would try for a while. After Combatant's initial response to her friendliness, she'd had the specifics of the woman's aversion to hugs impressed upon her. It did not sound fun. How could someone function without hugs? She could barely go a day without one, she shuddered to think not being able to at all.
Nodding after being given the go ahead and crossing towards her stored training clothes, she was caught off guard by the question. She'd never known the woman to take an interest in her. "Erm, I was looking for Bijou, actually." She was not going to mention looking here was a last resort. "Wanted to give her some toys I found." That and she was dangerously low on her hug quota for today but saying that to the stone faced woman across from her seemed unwise.
Trying to smile at her disarmingly, Cait continued with "She's probably asleep somewhere. I thought I might as well train while I waited for her to emerge." Or hiding from a certain someone. Bijou was a lot smarter than most cats.
Retrieve her clothes and changing quickly, she was glad for a change to stretch her muscles. The runners shorts and t-shirt she usually used felt good to put on again, even if she'd never wear them in public. They were just a bit too revealing for her tastes, but for training in they were great. They just felt so right to move in.
Going through some fairly standard warm up and stretching exercises she was quickly ready to do the same with her power. With each of them being different, they'd been pushed to develop their own personal warm up style for their powers. Pulling out one knife at a time, she sent them dancing around her in a seemingly random pattern, focusing on their movement and speed until she had five going at once. A the shimmering white blades wove an intricate dance around her, picking up speed until it was like a storm of energy around her.
Snapping her eyes open, she sent them slamming into one of the targets on the wall, all but one hitting the points she'd marked for them. "Dammit, still can't get that last one to hit," she muttered to herself, having been stuck on this problems for weeks.
OK, maybe Becca was cruel, and smart enough to deny her kitty access. If anyone could find a way to keep her so close, yet so far from such cuteness it was the boss. That look from her was enough to firmly convince Cait that any slacking, any small infringement would be used against her. Yes, she might have 'attention problems' and yes she had, issues, with being prompt for base duty but she always came through in the end. Eventually. Most of the time. All of that was B.K. Before kitty. Now she was sure she would have no trouble dealing with the more mundane aspects of base work when there was a fluffy reward available.
She was sure of one thing right now, maybe she had said too much. Becca was a lot of things, mom, leader, bartender, but flexible had never been on the list to Cait had in her head. Half expecting the big scary boss to melt her on the spot for her prodding, she nearly freaked out when Becca walked up to her. The serious expression and use of her first name did not but her mind at ease, at least at first.
When her stone faced boss started talking, using her name rather than codename, she was able to relax a little. This wasn't a lecture, Becca just wanted to put her mind at ease. It did, at least a little and she hadn't said absolutely no. If things did get bad, she was glad she had put the offer on the table, made something unspoken slightly less scary, a bit more real.
Having her usually stoic role model praise her, and offer her a level of trust like this meant a lot to Cait, even if it hadn't exactly been by choice. The only reason any of them could do what they did was through Becca's work and she meant more to them than just being their boss. They were a family. A very strange and slightly disjointed family but a family all the same. "Don't worry, I know you probably don't want me knowing either, but I'll keep it a secret." She wasn't about to risk some of the trust she'd been afforded. Or kitty access, that was too precious to throw away as well.
Finally being dismissed, she nodded to her boss and headed out, giving Bijou one last longing look. Best not linger though, she thought, her good will could run out quick if she already proved to be unreliable. She hopied it was someone more, huggable, on the scanners right now. She needed one right now.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 19, 2017 18:44:48 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Where the hell was she? Him being early and getting bored was one thing, but she was getting later and later by the minute. He'd already had to give more than one of the rougher looking people walking past a good, 'don't f--- with me' look. Most took the hint and gave him a wide berth, leaving the redhead young man alone. The few that were stupid, or drunk enough to try and start something were shut down hard, learning not to mess with random Scotsmen. It was a lesson more people could do with learning, especially a certain other ginger person he knew. He was so close to getting out his phone and leaving Kendra a less than polite message, when a soft voice addressed him directly from behind.
Artair was so on edge at the moment, and so pumped with adrenaline, his immediate response to someone sneaking up on him was quick and violent. Spinning viciously and half way to pulling out a blade, his mind finally registered the voice. Probably a good thing as well, Kendra would probably not be best pleased with getting stabbed after calling him for a favour. It would make her learn though. Nothing was a better motivator like pain. Maybe next time he thought wryly.
"Lass," he growled through his teeth, "Most people know not to sneak up on short tempered Scots." Which was mostly true, at least back home. He had rarely gotten bother from tourists back home, most being on their best behaviour when surrounded by the crazy northerners. They were also pretty well liked in Europe, unlike the English. He always found it funny that their European neighbors found common ground with the Scots over a shared dislike for England.
"I was hoping to have a nice peaceful chat, maybe learn a bit more about what made Kendra tick. Obviously thats out the window." She was wearing her mask again, flitting about as 'Daydream' or whatever she was calling herself this time. That was not what he was hoping for. With the way she had acted the last time she'd been invisible, he could only dread what she had in mind for them. It was true she deserved to be heard out, but if her idea of a favour was playing tricks on some poor sod like him, he was not going to be pleased. If she hadn't even thought about what he'd said last time, not considered the kind of damage she was doing, he was going to be more than upset. Every time she messed with people she was putting herself and others in danger. Every incident caused by a single mutant were examples bigots could use against them, as proof of their hatred.
Artair had already had to fight a bunch of anti mutant thugs, thugs who would have killed a child because she was different. Kendra put people like her in danger and over what? Pranks. "Well, you called me here for a reason. What's this favour you want and will I be upset about what I'm about to hear?" He really didn't want to have an argument with the lass, it was becoming an annoying trend.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 19, 2017 14:39:45 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
How had he gotten to a point in his life, where he was standing on the corner of a seedy street, waiting for an invisible woman, who was also asleep, to show up? Sure, when Kendra had given him a ring and asked for a favour, he was more than willing to help. She'd earned some level of trust from him and deserved at least to be heard out. But it was still weird. Surprising too, considering how their first meeting had gone. That was not something he liked to dwell on, he had learnt a few concerning things about himself that he wasn't quite ready to face.
In the time since that night, he had thrown himself into his studies, of all kinds. Adding martial training and power control to his schedule had taken up enough of his time and effort to keep other issues from his mind. At least he was seeing some small improvements in his fighting capabilities because his power training was getting no where. It was like there was a wall in his way and he had no idea how to get through it, no matter how hard he tried. He knew logically it hadn't really been long enough for him to see any real changes, but it was still frustrating. Just another aspect of his life he didn't have control over.
One thing was for certain in all of this, whatever she wanted, it was probably going to involve a certain amount of trouble. He got the impression she hadn't quite learnt the true consequences of her actions yet. At least not completely. That in itself wouldn't be such a big issue if she also didn't get herself into trouble, messing with people from the safety of her invisibility.
Sighing and checking his watch, he knew he'd set off far too early. The cold didn't bother him, but considering where he was and the last time someone had pulled a knife on him, he wasn't exactly relishing waiting around for too long. He just hoped she was early as well, more issues to deal with were not on his list of activities right now.
Whenever she entered the base, Cait felt like some sort of suave super spy, returning from a hard mission to her sanctuary. OK, they might have been renting the offices from the hospital below them, and it was much smaller and more run down than those she was used to seeing in old movies, but it was theirs. It had surveillance equipment, training rooms even a new mascot. The fact it was also filled with pretty girls helped cement that image in her head.
She headed up to their rented space with a single goal for the day. She would find Bijou and she would play with her. No amount of scanner shifts or training was going to stop her and god help Raine if she was hogging the kitty again. It was her turn and dammit, she was getting some precious kitten affection if it killed her. She'd even brought toys and treats as bribes for the new X cat. Now, now she just needed to find the little devil. Chances are she was sleeping somewhere sunny, unless Combatant was about. Then she'd be hiding, like most of them did when she was about.
Cait didn't have anything against her fellow team member, far from it, but Combatant made it hard to love her. She generally acted standoffish with her. It may have had something to do with what she now thought of as the hugging incident. How was she to know how much Combatant hated being touched, she'd just wanted to be her friend. But she would get that hug, one day even if it cost a broken rib or two. Or three, knowing her. All of that, however, could wait. She had a kitty to find.
Searching high and low for longer than she really should have been, she couldn't find Bijou at all. She was either hiding out in Becca's office, or in the training room. Both options were bad, but she had the feeling that while annoying Combatant wouldn't be the best idea, disturbing the boss lady would probably be worse for her health. Sighing and steeling herself for what was to come, she wandered over to the empty room they called a training room. Nearing it however, and hearing the animated sounds of a sand bag being pummeled, she started having second thoughts. At least if Grey melted her it would be quick, the beating she might get from their resident grump would last longer. Before she could think to sneak away though, a gruff voice addressed her.
Cautiously peeking her head into the room and finding she wasn't in immediate danger, Cait stepped into the room and address the voices owner. "Hi Combatant, don't mind me, I was just looking for something." Scanning the room in a desperate attempt to find what she knew wouldn't be in here, she knew her quest was going unfulfilled tonight and since she'd already bothered the grump, why not get some training done? "Do you mind if I train as well? I've got some knots to work out and I promise I'll not be in your way," she said, finishing with her warmest smile.
Who knows, she might even be able to coax the other woman into to sparring. She could always do with the practice, especially with the extra weirdness happening in New York right now.
