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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
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Vicente sighed. He stood in the hallway, staring at the door and wondering exactly what he was doing here. Yes, he had had a horrible time so far: he didn’t know where he was, what he was, or even his own name. He should be thankful that he was going to have a warm bed, a place to call home for awhile, but this really had to be the last straw in the embarrassments that the universe wanted to lay upon his head so far. The GIRL’S wing? Really?
Vicente had been found by the green skinned resident, Andrea. With her help, they made it back to this mansion-place, where he met a couple of interesting people. One man, an older gentleman, simply touched him and was able to heal the gunshot wound he had received, as well as all the bruises from his mugging. Unfortunately there was nothing that he could do to his mind, that remained damaged and unable to recall anything about who he was.
Afterward, Vicente, still marveling at this “mutant’s” powers, met another individual who asked…far too many questions. Sadly there was not a lot that Vicente could answer, but they were nice about it. They said, despite all of it, they could still offer him a place to stay. But, that lead to this unfortunately happenstance.
With part of the boy’s wing under repair renovations, they didn’t have any free rooms in the boy’s sections, at least not for another week. So…that meant only one thing…
“The girl’s wing.”
Vicente hung his head a little shamed at the notion. But, really, what other option did he have? He didn’t know anyone here and he didn’t want sleep on the couch (a bed just sounded too appealing). So, he accepted it, at least until a boy’s room opened.
Standing in the plush hallway, his bright pink shoes that Andrea bought for him glaring up into his eye, he lifted his gaze to the door. Dressed in the only clothes he owned (a black t-shirt, ragged jeans) he looked like a rather thuggish individual; but one that was lamenting to himself. Was this really going to be his life from now on? Moving along, no idea who he was, having to learn to trust people all over again? He missed his old life, whatever it was. At least there he had an identity, a past, a future, maybe even friends? It hurt to start all over again.
But…there was no point in stressing about it now. Sleep. He needed sleep.
Key in hand, Vicente unlocked the door, turned the knob, and pushed. The door didn’t give in. Confusion appeared on his features as he leaned down and began to shove at the door. Some part of the door was jammed in the frame. Just…perfect. Leaning his imposing, 6’1, muscular frame against the door, he began to shove. He ground his teeth, shaking his head at having to do this. Soon he started to pound against the door, growling…
“Come on, stubborn little b****!” POUND![/b] “Don’t make me hurt you!” POUND!![/b] “Damn it! What the f*** is your problem!” POUND! POUND![/b] “Open…up!!” POUND!![/b]
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Rebecca was in a mood. She had been in a mood for a few days now. She was bouncing between emotions: one was hating herself for reacting so... suddenly against Agnes; (she would not say anything more than that, because she was doing her best to believe she was not in the wrong;) the other was sadness that Agnes had not sent her so much as a text. She was probably busy picking flowers for Sebastian or something.
Yeah, it made it easier to keep her anger on Agnes when she reminded herself about Sebastian. With the dream now clearly felt by much more than Rebecca and Agnes, it was hard not to assume it as a harbinger of doom. Sebastian was the face of the problem, and the moment the X-Men gave the okay, Rebecca would happily punch the face of the problem repeatedly.
Until an official battle plan was decided, Rebecca was relegated to brooding and occasionally crying in her room. The music was playing loudly enough to drown out most sound.
But violent screaming and swearing and pounding apparently trumped Miss Swift.
And Rebecca was in quite a mood.
She pushed her door open, bursting forth into the hallway, followed closely by her headboard and hat rack.
Before the intruder could even turn around, the bed's metal headboard was pressing him against the door, with the hat rack horizontal, spanning the width of the hallway between the wall and the headboard.
Rebecca's had reached through the poles of the headboard, grabbing the back of the man's short haired head. "The HELL are you doing here, an' what's your problem wi' th' girl in there?!" To be honest, Rebecca was confused about who he was yelling at, since she assumed the room across the hall was vacant, but there was no reason to give the man proof of her lacking information.
Vicente sighed as he slammed his shoulder into the door just one more time. He was about ready to give up now. He really didn’t understand what was going on. With everything around here, all the fanciness, he figured that that someplace like a MANSION[/b] could at least have working door or two. It seemed rather ridiculous that one door was so strong against his advances to open. Then again, this place was a school for mutants (or so he was told). Maybe mutants just felt safer behind well constructed door.
“Goddamn,” he sighed as he shook his head. Standing there, he just stared at the door, not really sure of what to do next. Maybe he would have to go back down to the offices? Surely someone down there could help him get the door op—
THUNK!! CLANG!![/b]
Vicente was caught off guard as suddenly he felt something cold and metal-like slam into him from behind. A gasp fell from his mouth as he was pushed up against his own door, trying hard not to be crushed from behind. He tried to move, to see what it was that held him so steadfast. But as he tried, he felt a thin hand suddenly grab him by the back of his head.
“Ow!”
>> "The HELL are you doing here, an' what's your problem wi' th' girl in there?!"[/color]
The voice, heavily accented and demanding, instantly forced him to stop moving. He didn’t recognize the person but the accusation that was being thrown at him caused him to stop. If there was one thing that was not going to help his situation right now, it was struggling. So, he took a breath, tried to keep his emotions under check, and glanced over his shoulder at the woman that held him.
Of course he couldn’t see her because he was too well pinned.
“Geez, lady,” he winced. “You have a funny way of greeting neighbors.” he tried to adjust his position since the metal behind him was digging into his spine. Sadly, though, it didn’t get much better. He struggled to lift his hand so that he could show the girl a key, his key to the room. “There, is no girl in the room. I just, the door was jammed. I couldn’t get in. Sorry…it’s…it’s been a really long day. I didn’t mean to make so much noise.”
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>> “Geez, lady, you have a funny way of greeting neighbors.”
Rebecca's confusion was growing exponentially with every nonsensical thing out of the young man's mouth. The best she could put together under the circumstances was that he was dating whoever lived behind the door he was assaulting, and spent enough time there to refer to Rebecca as a "neighbor." It was not unlike the situation Rebecca and Agnes were trying to establish, which did not help the man's case.
>> “There, is no girl in the room. I just, the door was jammed. I couldn’t get in. Sorry…it’s…it’s been a really long day. I didn’t mean to make so much noise.”
Rebecca noticed the man's key out of the corner of her eye, which raised a host of new questions. Apparently he would have her believe that the room was his, but that was still drivel.
Still, she needed more answers, but just allowing him freedom would be too reckless if he was an intruder. As a temporary solution, Rebecca removed the bangles from her wrist and slipped them on the man's. It was a tight fit on the meatier forearm, but she was not concerned about his comfort just yet.
With the adornments shackling him thanks to her magnetic prowess, she removed the bed-board prison and the hat rack, resting them neatly against the other wall. Taking control of his wrists, she turned his body around so he was facing her.
He was younger than she expected; maybe younger than her. She examined his eyes, trying to detect weakness or deception. Unfortunately, she was not a lie detector. "Ah'm nae sure... why the heck woulds you have a key tae the girl's wing?"
The man was significantly taller than her, so it was all she could to puff herself up and be intimidating. Admittedly, controlling the metal around her helped with the bravado. "Who th' hell are you? An' Ah'm nae in th' mood for lies."
Except apparently the song had changed to the next option on her playlist and could be heard loudly from her room. She loved Miss Swift, but the song was taking a lot of wind from her "intimidating Becca" sails. Rebecca looked back at her room for a second, rolled her eyes, and turned her focus back to him, desperately trying to keep from losing control of the situation. "Talk!"
Vicente was a little stumped as to what to do next. He had told the woman exactly what was going on, but for whatever reason, she just didn’t believe him. She seemed more interested in keeping him pinned to the wall, rather than listen to him. But, really, she couldn’t keep him here forever! If only she would at least try to loosen that damn metal he felt being jammed into his spine. Maybe then he could think of something to at least calm her down.
It was as he was thinking of something to say that he felt the young woman creep up close. Cold metal found its way onto his wrists and he felt the metal on his back begin to slip away. He sighed, hoping that finally he was free of this interrogation, but it was not to be. A sudden force pulled his wrists so that he was pushed back against the wall again.
Now facing forward (which was far better than facing the door and getting his nose squished), he was met with a very beautiful sight. A stunning redhead stood there, angry with a hurt look in her eyes. He knew that she couldn’t be looking like that because of him, so whatever was going on, it was obvious that she was probably having as tough a day as he was.
>> "Ah'm nae sure... why the heck woulds you have a key tae the girl's wing? Who th' hell are you? An' Ah'm nae in th' mood for lies."[/color]
Obviously. he thought.
He had to admit that he was getting just a tad bit scared of the redhead. For however pretty she was, she seemed to be in a bad mood, a mood enough that made him just a little worried for how he was going to fair in this conversation. But, as he settled to looking down in her mismatched eyes, he blinked when a song seemed to be drifting out of the bedroom. Head tilted, he looked up and into the room across the hall, seeing the stereo.
That song…definitely made him feel just a little easier about the situation.
>> "Talk!"[/color]
Eyes turned back down, he arched his brows as he looked at her. She was upset about something but he figured it was best to not anger her further by mocking her quickly diminishing intimidation factor.
“I…I don’t know who I am, okay?” he admitted. “The farthest back I can remember is being mugged in an alley this afternoon. A nice woman helped me, brought me here so that I could be healed, maybe even helped. Her name is Andrea, green skin, snakes in her hair?” he wondered if the two had met before. He hoped so. “Anyways the staff said I could stay here but all the boy’s dorms are taken or under renovation. They said I could take this empty room until one opened up.” He then locked eyes with her, hoping that she would finally be done interrogating him. “Okay?”
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>> “I…I don’t know who I am, okay? The farthest back I can remember is being mugged in an alley this afternoon. A nice woman helped me, brought me here so that I could be healed, maybe even helped. Her name is Andrea, green skin, snakes in her hair?”
Rebecca racked her brain, but she had yet to meet an Andrea at the school. The green skin and snakes sounded familiar, but that could have been true of any number of Mansion occupants.
>> “Anyways the staff said I could stay here but all the boy’s dorms are taken or under renovation. They said I could take this empty room until one opened up. Okay?”
It was hard to get a read on him, which would probably be explained by the amnesia he claimed to have. Rebecca got on her tip toes and leaned in closer to try her best to meet him eye to eye, but she was still clueless about how to read a man's eyes for honesty, and getting on her tip toes was already crushing her intimidation factor.
Rebecca returned to her flat-footed height. "Alright." She released the bangles from the lock she had placed on them, but was in no hurry to take them off the man-- it provided her with a plan B if she was wrong to trust him, and it kept him from making any moves against her that she could not detect.
Rebecca moved over to the knob. "These things jam a lot. Ah'm startin' tae get a knack for this." Or at least, she hoped she was getting a handle on it; she was about fifty-fifty on open doors and blown out knobs.
Rebecca placed her hand on the knob, focusing as hard as she could to see the small metal workings of the lock mechanism as separate pieces instead of one metal construct. "Dae you have a name?" Rebecca finagled the pins in the lock as carefully as she could.
As luck would have it, there was a click heard and Rebecca twisted the inner workings as though she had the key. That could turn into quite a handy ability if she ever needed it...
"There, it's unlocked." Rebecca took a step back. "Well? After you." She wanted to watch him enter and be sure she had not just granted a dangerous man access to a girl's room.
Vicente felt his arms loosen automatically and he sighed in relief. He rubbed his arms with relief as he watched the woman step up and begin to inspect the doorknob. For as pretty as she was, she definitely had a scary side. He hoped that he never got on that bad side again. Still, though, he wished that she would remove these bracelets. He had a feeling that if he attempted to remove them himself, that would only turn her against him.
>> "These things jam a lot. Ah'm startin' tae get a knack for this." [/color]
He said nothing but merely nodded. It was best to just let an experienced student work with this situation. After all, from what he had seen so far, she can manipulate metal. Obviously that should prove far more useful than just slamming his shoulder into the door.
>> "Dae you have a name?"[/color]
“Vicente,” he responded. “A-At least I think it is. That is the only name that I can remember, unfortunately.”
Only a couple more moments would pass before he would hear a successful click in the door. He had to smirk; the redhead was definitely useful.
>> "There, it's unlocked…Well? After you."[/color]
Well, it seemed as if the interrogation wasn’t over yet. Though she unlocked the door, it seemed as if it was not necessarily all in the name of being friendly. She did so in order get inside and see if indeed he was lying. Wow, he didn’t know what was with this woman and trust issues, but it was something that she definitely needed to work on.
“Thank you,” he said earnestly. Silently he stepped into the darkened room. Flicking the switch, the overhead light blazed on and ignited the room in brilliant, luminescence. Inside, as promised, was a completely empty room with only a stripped down bed, shelf, desk, and nothing else. He glanced back to the girl who aided him. “Still think I’m up to something nefarious?”
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The door opened and the light was flipped on, leaving Rebecca to look into a room that was as barren as if it was unoccupied. The room backed up Vicente's story of a very recent move in, or at the very least she could be sure no girl had moved in yet. Now knowing that no one besides her was in danger, (and God help him if he decided to mess with her,) she relaxed herself and sat on the bare bed.
>> “Thank you. Still think I’m up to something nefarious?”
Rebecca looked around the room. "Nae, if anything, Ah'd probably jist think you're boring."
That was not nice! Rebecca was so set on rude and snarky mode that she was being unfair to Vicente, who in hindsight, she basically assaulted with no foundation. Everything he had told her was holding up, and she was returning the favor by being a cold b***h.
Sighing, she shook her head. "Ah'm sorry, you caught me on a bad da--er, week." If their meeting had occurred the day before or the day before that, it would have met a similar result, if not more violent and irrational.
Now that she was coming down from her anger-haze, Rebecca felt downright silly for flying off the handle at him. Quietly, she muttered. "Ah'm sorry... my name's Becca," she said, finally forfeiting her name in exchange for his.
>> "Nae, if anything, Ah'd probably jist think you're boring."[/color]
Wow. Vicente had to wonder what wasp flew up this redhead’s nose. It seemed that since the second he met her she had been ornery, emotional, and just a tad bit bitter. He really didn’t know what else could do to appease her. He showed her the room, attempted to prove his innocent time and time again, and yet it seemed as if she really just didn’t want to hear any of it. She had apparently made up her mind to be in a mood today. Such a stark contrast when compared to the help he just got from Andrea.
And…now she was sitting on his bed. Great.
>> "Ah'm sorry, you caught me on a bad da--er, week."[/color]
“Apparently,” he muttered. It was not really meant in a ill-natured way, though it could have been taken as such. He said nothing else after that for fear of her turning her magnetic abilities on him again. Instead, he simply pulled the chair out from the desk, and sat across from the woman. If they were going to have a chat, he was at least going to sit down for it.
It seemed, though, that her royal ice queen had decided just how rude her behavior was. The look on her face denoted that she was hurting, from something, and that she was taking it out on every person, place, and thing around. It was a look that he was well familiar with considering his day.
>> "Ah'm sorry... my name's Becca,"[/color]
He nodded, leaning over in his chair as he offered on his large hands for her to shake. The small smile on his face only showed his best of intentions.
“Nice to meet you, Becca,” he said softly; probably far more softly that his 6’1, muscular frame seemed capable of. “I’m, you know, sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I..I know that you were just trying to help. I…heh, probably was a bit too loud out there anyways. Just…been a bad day myself.” He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Um, is it, you know, something you need to talk about? Sometimes a stranger makes the best ear to listen.”
He knew that from experience thanks to Andrea’s help today. But, damn, he really wished he could take a shower. He was sure the blood that dried on his shirt was unsightly enough, it was worse constantly wearing it. But, he didn’t want to shoo away this person that had just helped him either. Considering his options, he needed all the friends he could get right now…
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>> “Nice to meet you, Becca. I’m, you know, sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I..I know that you were just trying to help. I…heh, probably was a bit too loud out there anyways. Just…been a bad day myself.”
Rebecca watched him carefully as he took a seat and sat opposite to her. Hoping for a fresh start to their introduction, she took his hand and shook it firmly. Vicente was doing his best to be kind and see her reason for being such a jerk.
It made Rebecca feel more guilty to listen to him rationalize her, understanding that she was just trying to help when she clearly was not. She was cranky and he seemed like he was a violent creeper, so she was keeping an eye on him. Her unlocking door was still a calculated act to monitor him.
Rebecca had to try harder to not allow her grumpy mood to ruin her social interactions. She could not get over Agnes by taking her emotions out on unsuspecting victims.
>> “Um, is it, you know, something you need to talk about? Sometimes a stranger makes the best ear to listen.”
Now that she was becoming more rational, it seemed petty to complain about her breakup when Vicente was dealing with full-scale amnesia. At least she had her memories, even if some of them were still sore.
Still, he was being kind by offering her an ear. She did not want to dump her emotional issues on him, but maybe it would not hurt to open up a little. "Well... Ah jist went through a breakup." The word still felt prickly on her tongue, like swallowing a spiny fruit. "And Ah'm still nae sure how tae feel about it since it was under... unusual circumstances." That was probably a good way to sum up the Age of Sebastian dream.
Rebecca looked uncomfortable to say the least. But, really, it was not because Vicente was questioning her, it probably had to do with whatever circumstances put her at this level of anxiety. She was suspicious, not in the mood for games, all-in-all, she was probably at her rope’s end. He could only imagine. Then again, he doubted that she just woke up in a ditch with no idea who she was. But hey, everybody handles stress differently.
He settled into the chair as Rebecca, though still tense, looked as if she was finally beginning to loosen up just a tad. Whatever she was going through must have been big if she were willing to talk to a stranger about it.
>> "Well... Ah jist went through a breakup…And Ah'm still nae sure how tae feel about it since it was under... unusual circumstances."[/color]
Vicente nodded. She really was taking the break-up hard if she were still this hurt. The “unusual circumstances” caught his attention though as he tilted his head. In a school where mutants were everywhere, he doubted the term “usual” was used regularly. Still though, he wondered just how long Rebecca was with this person to be feeling the effects of a break up this badly.
If they were friends, he probably would have given Rebecca a comforting hug. But, considering that she had just accosted him in the hallway thinking he was some predator, Vicente merely remained in his seat.
“I’m sorry,” he said with utmost honesty in his voice. He didn’t want to pry but at the same time he didn’t want this young woman to think that he didn’t care. “Sounds like…you two were incredibly close before whatever went down. I’m sure he is kicking himself for losing someone like you.”
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>> “I’m sorry. Sounds like…you two were incredibly close before whatever went down. I’m sure he is kicking himself for losing someone like you.”
Rebecca laughed sharply, like she had just been told that the devil wanted people to come to Hell because he was lonely. Vicente unknowingly hit the nail on the head. Except he hit it in the completely opposite way. He hit the nail on the point.
It was a really flawed analogy that she was now going to push aside in her mind.
Rebecca fell backward so her back was laying on the bed and her legs were still hanging off the side. It was probably a bit intrusive for her to be treating his bed like she had a right to it, but she was too distracted to care. (And technically, as a girl's wing bed, she probably had more right to it than him anyway.)
Returning to his attempt to comfort her, the idea was so preposterous that Rebecca completely failed to register Vicente talking about Agnes as a guy. "Bah, Ah doubt it. Ah'm sure a wee mortal lass like me even registers in that high an' mighty head anymore." Sure, she had returned to a basis of unproven assumptions, but she was bitter, and in her eyes, the evidence pointed to, "You're too imperfect for me and my new la-dee-dah immortal life."
The laughter was definitely a change in this young woman. He really had no idea why she was laughing so hysterically since it seemed like she was so hurt only moments ago. Vicente felt like he was missing some inside joke that he had never been let in upon, but he said nothing to the effect. Instead he sat there and enjoyed the mirthful exuberance of the once fierce redhead.
To be honest Vicente was a little at a loss as to what to say or do in this situation. Due to his unfortunate departure from memory, the young shifter really had no expertise to offer in this situation. He didn’t know if he had an ex-girlfriend, had a girlfriend (or boyfriend), all he knew was that woke up in some alley after having his ribs kicked in. Obviously who ever this person was that Rebecca had been with was important but could he really offer her anything more than a clichéd, “Hey! There are other fish in the sea!”? Then again, maybe that was all she was looking for; a chance to vent. She seemed pretty isolated when she attacked him.
Sometimes strangers do make the best ears to listen.
A small smirk on his lips, he watched her sit up and speak with a sharp edge of bitterness in her voice…
>> "Bah, Ah doubt it. Ah'm sure a wee mortal lass like me even registers in that high an' mighty head anymore."[/color]
He had to cock his head to the side at the moment. Wee mortal lass? It seemed a little funny for her to say that and actually begged him to wonder exactly what type of person Rebecca had been with. If someone had been that conceited to think so much of themselves, then maybe it was all for the best. Vicente didn’t know (or at least couldn’t remember) a lot about relationships, but shouldn’t they be equalized? He mentally shrugged as he crossed his arms over his massive chest and idly tapped his foot.
Shaking his head, he chuckled a little as he turned his attention back to Rebecca.
“Well, granted I don’t know anything about your situation, it seems like you got out of that relationship just in time,” he smirked. “Last thing you need is someone try to lord over you. You’re too much of a firecracker to be stuck in a situation like that and be happy.” He shrugged at his last sentence. “Or so I gathered from your unwarranted attack upon me.”
A grin was on his lips at that last comment. There was surely no harm in poking a little fun now that they were introduced, was there?
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>> “Well, granted I don’t know anything about your situation, it seems like you got out of that relationship just in time. Last thing you need is someone try to lord over you. You’re too much of a firecracker to be stuck in a situation like that and be happy.”
Admittedly Vicente only understood a fraction of what Rebecca and Agnes's breakup was about, but it would have taken too much time to explain. Vicente was having a hard enough time remembering things from his own life, so how would he handle radical new information such as, "my ex-girlfriend became an immortal being and now does not see me as worth her time."
Besides, Vicente's supportive comments were a boost to her morale regardless. Rebecca did not need someone who needed to become something more than who she was. Rebecca was a strong, independent ginger girl who did not need no girlfriend!
Sure, that mentality was only going to last for maybe half an hour, but it was a nice thought.
>> “Or so I gathered from your unwarranted attack upon me.”
Rebecca giggled, glad that they were at the point where her mistaken judgment was a joking matter. "What's wrong? Ah big, strapping lad like you couldnae handle a wee little thing like me?"
Feeling a little better about herself, her body relaxed. She placed her hands behind her resting head and closed her eyes. "Y'know, maybe you're right? Maybe Ah need tae jist embrace th' new single part of my life." It was tough to move past a relationship that she was happy in, but maybe she could find a new kind of happiness in the next chapter of her story.
>> "What's wrong? Ah big, strapping lad like you couldnae handle a wee little thing like me?"[/color]
Vicente had to smirk at the comment. It was obvious that he had the height and weight advantage over the little redhead, but he definitely didn’t seem to have the power that she possessed. At most, from what he saw so far, he could only shift parts of his body into things resembling animals. He was definitely far from perfecting it, since he just found out about his…gift, so he was fairly certain that Rebecca could really kick his ass if he wanted to.
It was for that reason alone that he really said nothing. It was fun to be playful about it, but the man didn’t really know anything about this woman. She could have taken anything he said as a challenge and then he really would have been in hot water. So, quietly, he just grinned as he looked away, momentarily inspecting the room.
Rebecca seemed to take this time to lie back in bed, and close her eyes. God, she really was making herself comfortable now, wasn’t she? Vicente could only shrug and let it go. Hell, if a woman wanted to lounge around in his bed that could move metal, who was he to argue.
>> "Y'know, maybe you're right? Maybe Ah need tae jist embrace th' new single part of my life." [/color]
Vicente shrugged and nodded, leaning back against the chair. He had to wonder again about his own relationship status. Who was he leaving behind? Did he have anyone to return to? Who was looking for him? It was all too much to think about. He sighed a little, nodding to Rebecca’s comment.
“Sure. There could be a lot of things good about the single life! Don’t have to answer to anyone, you can go out, hang out with whoever you want,” he just smirked a little as he leaned his head back. “I’m sure a pretty girl like you will have the guys breaking down the door. And hey, you’re lucky, at least you know where your relationship status is. Me, I’m stuck. I don’t remember or know if I have anyone at all who gives a damn or are relieved that I’m gone.”
It was true. Would he be missed? Or was he just a terrible person?
