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
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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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Posted by stardust on Jan 26, 2010 16:13:42 GMT -6
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Anabelle continued her walk down the street a determined chin set forth her path but with each step she grew less and less sure of what she was doing. Would she really find other people like herself? Her pace slowed and she began to play with the strap across her body.
Slowly but surely she began to noticed how annoying it was having her thick messenger bag banging against her knees, and how much she felt weighed down from the canvas army bag across her back.
..Maybe this was a bad idea.
She stopped walking and nearly had an in motion hot-dog cart run her over. She mumbled and apology keeping her gaze on the ground she smashed herself against the side of a building as the driver continued on grumbling obscenities.
She exhaled slowly and turned, tail between her legs, towards her homely apartment. Suddenly, the sidewalk had become mighty interesting as it captivated her interest as it retreated under her feet. After counting the thirtieth piece of gum she stopped again.
No this was serious, she needed a new start and she needed one now! She turned on her heel, she wasn't going to stop until she reached where the hell she was going.....Right after she stopped for a frappuccino. She had spotted a coffee shop and slipped in, sighing quietly while she sidled into line waiting to place her order.
Once placed she took a table outside near the outskirt of the designated area and spaced out
Spacing out, friends: spacing out. It was, in a word, most unwise. It could lead, for instance, to young cat boys noticing young girls before young girls noticed young cat boys. It could also—and I must reiterate, this was not recommended—inspire young boy’s cat tails to twitch. And once the tail was twitching, well...
Simply put, the only thing for it was for a cat boy to steal a girl’s messenger bag, and run. Not because he wanted it, mind you. Simply because it was there; because his tail twitched; because the girl, my friends, was spacing out.
Calley was beginning to suspect that his way of viewing the world shifted, when the rest of his body did. In the case of this new chimera... the effect seemed particularly strong. He’d stolen a hot dog from a kamikaze cart simply because it had been there; he’d tossed said hotdog between two perfectly well-behaved dogs, simply to see the satisfactory results. He’d briefly napped in a tree, he’d maliciously stalked pigeons, and now... well, now he was running. He looked more human, then most of his chimeras: his usual brown hair had been replaced with a soft black kitten fuzz, but other than that, there weren’t any readily noticeable changes. Besides the ears, of course. And the tail. But the tail rather spoke for itself.
As he sprinted off down the street, it gave a last twitch in her direction. A distinctive little tail-wink, for a girl who was learning a valuable lesson: spacing out—nine out of ten cat boys approved of it.
And that, friends, was why it should worry you.
((ooc: If you mind the God Modded bag grab, please tell me! I’m assuming she’d have set it down when she sat. Re-writing is no problem, though. )
Posted by stardust on Jan 28, 2010 11:39:44 GMT -6
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Gah..maybe just-
Anabelles thought was cut short, a woman at the next table was waving her hands erractically in front of her face. Anabelle shook her head knocing off the cobwebs and gave the woman a look before realizing what she was saying.
"He took your bag!"
huh? Not possble her bag was....Oh crap. Anabella realized that her messenger bag had throughly disappeared. she let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes. This was prescisly why she didnt like New York. she looked around shecould just let her bag go! That was the bag with her precious photo album in it.
She turned her head feverishly as she tried to see who had take it when, the ever-so-helpful woman pointed in the thief's direction.
Anabelle shoved her canvas bag at the woman and took off running after the thief.
Wait...what? was that a...a tail? What was se being robbed by a furry? Her brow scruntched but she kept running after...erm it.
(OOC: Sorry accidentally posted as Meld instead of Juka. This post is supposed to be before Stardust's.)
Juka was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. It seemed to have become a regular state of affairs for him recently and when he was bored, well, interesting things tended to happen. Usually interesting things that were not in his best interest. That is, he tended to get himself in trouble. Often by floating in reflective bubbles. Or by shopping. Or, most exciting of all, hitting on people, hopefully people that would respond to his none to subtle advances. And he was, right at this moment in time, in the mood for some company of either the male or female denomination. And what better way to find some appropriate company than by going into a coffee shop and scoping out a target?
As per usual when planning on going out, especially when planning on going out and hooking up with someone, Juka was dressed to the nines. His hair was done up 80s hair metal style, big and bright red. His dress was a shade or two darker than his hair, low cut with a short multi-layered billowing skirt. On his feet he dawned stilletto heels, a whole 3 inches worth. A black choker and matching black wrist cuffs dawned his neck and wrists. Juka was beautiful, hot and utterly magnetic and he knew it. Who could despute such a fact when they saw him? Now to find someone worthy of his attentions.
Juka floated in behind the coffee shop, landing just out of sight of the entrance. In the past he hadn't liked using his powers in public, but he was getting more and more open about it. It wasn't right to be judged by what he was and if someone was going to do just that than he didn't want anything to do with them. No matter how alluring they might be. And so he landed, just outside the coffee shop, de-bubbled and sauntered in like he owned the place. Because, as good as he looked, he may as well have owned it. No one could compete with Juka Miami when he was on his game and make no mistake, he was on his game today.
His game was almost lost, however, when a cat-man sprinted from inside the the coffee shop, purse in hand. Juka blinked, looked into the coffee shop, looked at the fleeing cat-man and back into the coffee shop and then proceeded to blink again. Um...what?...
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 28, 2010 12:05:25 GMT -6
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Mettaliar had been walking around the streets of New York for a while now. Boredom, hunger, a need of fresh air... all combined to form the mood which had stricken the 19 year old. He was left with no tasks to complete for either himself or others, so he decided to roam and find himself a task to do. Feeding his hunger sounded like a good place to start, yet he couldn't think of what to get. Roaming around some more, he tried deciding between various fast food joints. McDonalds... no. Burger King... nah. Wen- alright no burgers. Chicken, maybe? Meh. His frustration continued to mount as his stomach kept bugging him about his dilemma. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a ten dollar bill; barely enough to get him a satisfying meal.
Along the way he had passed a good amount of pretzel and hot dog stands. The aroma from the two had gotten a grip on his cravings and pulled him toward the nearest hot dog stand and decided to finally give in. He ordered one and a can of Pepsi to go along with it. The man who operated the stand showed his experience and had his order ready before he had a chance to pull his money out. Quick service. All good stands have them, he reminded himself. Giving away his money to the man he grabbed hold of his meal and pocketed the soda in his large coat pockets. He then grabbed hold of the change and turned to be on his way after thanking the man.
As he turned to be on his way, his eyes caught the sight of a rather young woman relaxing near a table, seemingly spaced out. He was caught off guard by the sight of her and almost froze in place. He shuffled instead of walked, taking a small bite out of his hot dog and trying not to seem obvious of his fascination of her. He blushed from underneath his hair and tried to continue on his way. His usual self-esteem full of doubt kicked in. Move along, champ. Nothing to see here. Just go. He sighed to himself in between chomps of hot dog and bun in his mouth. Yeah... true.
That was until he caught glimpse of this mysterious cat-man figure zooming past him. As it did, he also noticed the girl-in-questions messenger bag seem to seamlessly glide from off her shoulder into the grip of the catman-also-in-question. The sight set off his "heroic man" alarm and without question or hesitation took off as well after the cat-man. He quickly gave a nod to the woman sitting by the table, obviously taken aback by the sudden act and who had also given chase. He was able to get slightly ahead of her from the momentum advantage of getting a head start. He held his hot dog close to his body and gave a quick helpful exclamation to the woman.
"I got'em"
And with that the chase was on. The cat-man was fast, possibly faster than Mettaliar. That didn't stop him from weaving through the crowd and keeping up the chase. Gaining a little ground on the tail-having character, he inched closer and closer until he attempted to reach his arms out to grab hold of the strap. Closer... closer....
Chasing a cat is a lot like chasing a firecracker. Perhaps not the best idea, but the firecracker—believe you me—doesn’t mind.
One of Calley’s black ears flicked back. Two sets of footsteps seemed to be in distinct pursuit: a lighter one, and a heavier one. Heavier was faster. Not as fast as a Calley-cat, mind you, but fast.
Heehee.
The other ear swiveled back; with it, the rest of his head turned. A toothy grin flashed under baby blue eyes; then the cat boy’s entire body was turning, pivoting easily around, low to the ground. He pounced, aiming to take Heavy down. It wasn’t until he was already arcing towards his pursuer’s legs that he recognized him.
Well if it wasn’t Mettaliar! Last encountered in the hallways of Mondragon Labs, back during the time of the Resistance. Last time, he’d greeted his fellow teen with a dart gun; this time, he aimed to greet his fellow teen’s legs with a tackling hug.
If Mett went down, he’d soon find a cat boy running over him (with a grin), and racing back exactly the way he’d come. Because he could. If Mett didn’t go down, he might find a cat boy going up and over him. A slightly less noticeable feature of this form: Calley had claws. They were ever so good for climbing.
Coming back your way, Spacey!
((ooc: Mett, tell me if I need to edit anything. ))
Anabelle let out a small groan as she took off in pursuit of this cat-guy..thing, whatever! Regardless what the heck? Her brow scrunched further. she picked up the pace, but not before noticing a guy, probably around her age, staring from across the street. Despite how silly he look gaping with a hot dog hanging from his mouth he looked rather interesting, but she knew this was neither the time nor the place to be thinking of that there were more pressing matters at hand...
Thank god, she'd worn sneakers today. Makes running that much easier. Once again her scatter brained-mind was now thanking the heavens for her foot ware rather then focusing. She shook her head slightly and gain a bit of momentum
"All I wanted was a nice day. Granted i don't know exactly where I'm going but seriously! What is it are the god punishing me?? I just don't.."
Her thought once against interrupted as she noticed a figure come into her line of vision. Huh? what did he say? Got'em? She turned to face her new running mate and realized it was the guy from across the street? She took a few more strides with a confused expression on her face, before she couldn't run anymore. Not that she was winded more-so that she was in shock.
Okay...When she spaced out did she hit herself with the dust? Because this didn't seem here normal hallucination, but it sure didn't seem real...
She stopped to caught her breath, her chest heaving and the confounded look still splashed across her face, she surveyed to see if anyone had seem this debacle. And now she spied a erm...guy..no, girl. A person with huge red hair and stilletto heels watching from the edge of an alley.
Okay now she knew she was hallucinating, and if not. It might just be easier to hit herself now, maybe it'd snap her back. She turned to look down the street to see the guy gaining on the cat-man.
A cat boy ran past him followed by a woman followed by a man. A rather familiar man. Wait, didn't he know that man? Hadn't he helped him find some new clothes just a few days ago. Why, he believed he did know the man. How very interesting and how very fun. But the cat boy did seem rather intent on fleeing and his two pursuers did seem rather intent on pursuing. Pursuing rather slower than the cat man was fleeing. Should he pursue as well? After all, he was much faster in his bubble than even an amazing cat boy could run. Besides, he was both bored and now curious as well. So, it seemed the only thing he possibly could do was bubble and follow and perhaps catch him a cat boy. How truly delicious.
Decision made, a large bubble appeared out of nowhere, or rather reappeared out of nowhere, envoloping Juka in bubbly goodness. He floated, oh how he floated. And then he was off, floating furiously towards the cat boy and his desperate pursuing, dodging madly between staring pedestrians at break neck speeds. Of course he could merely float above the heads of said pedestrians but, as decided previously, he was bored and what was the fun in that? This was an adventure and all proper adventures must have some element of danger in them.
And then cat boy turned and made an attempt at tackling his fashionfull friend (fashionfull only becauseof Juka's expert advice, of course). Or perhaps attack wasn't quite the right word for his attempt, but certainly he did attempt to pounce on the man. Yes, pounce was a much better word to use. He was, after all, a cat boy and didn't appear to be going for the neck. Then again, one couldn't be posative about these sorts of things and this was the first time he had ever had the opportunity to meet a proper cat boy.
"Don't hurt my Metty!" Juka yelled, looking around desperately for a weapon. Came up with a discarded styrophome cup which he proceeded to bubble and swing towards the cat boy. Fail. Epic fail. Styrophome does not equal effective weapon.
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 29, 2010 16:46:05 GMT -6
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Mettaliar had gotten so close to the strap of the messenger bag that he, at one point, almost grabbed hold. Yet, the cat-man seemed too fast for Mettaliar to catch up. Man, this kid is fast. It also become apparent that the girl who's bag was being stolen had been alarmed enough by the arrival of him that she slowly cut off the chase. Mettaliar slightly blushed as his mind took this weird opportunity to continue to reassure his lowered self-esteem. Told you. She saw you and ran off. He blocked out those thoughts from his head and continued the chase, but not before seeing a floating bubble shooting towards them, with a exuberantly dressed individual who yelled out from the bubble in a familiar voice.
"Don't hurt my Metty!"
Aha, Juka. Good to have some back u- wait. Hurt?
It was then that Mettaliar turned toward the cat-man, who had also turned to face him. The surprise made Mettaliar shout a few choice words in exclamation while trying to put on the brakes. While doing this he finally got to see the face of the theif. A quick glance of the face gave Mettaliar a hint of familiarity. At first, no real image came to his head. Suddenly, a slight image of darts hitting him in the strange hallways suddenly gave him the name of the face now pouncing for his legs.
C-Calley...?
His thought was cut short when the teen grabbed hold of his legs and looked to bring him down. Mettaliar tried to stay up yet felt all the momentum of running lunge his upper body forward, making the struggle nearly impossible. He knew he would be going down eventually, yet the only obstacle was to bring Calley down with him. Quickly, he lowered his arms and wrapped the right arm around the neck of the cat-teen thief and grabbed hold of the wrist to set up a guillotine chokehold onto him. Now, he forced himself to try and stay up and not scare the cat-teen. This was all to get a lock and make sure Calley didn't flee. If Mettaliar fell, though, his arm would push in Calley's windpipe.
"Still on crack, eh Calley?" Mettaliar wondered if the teen would catch onto the allusion to their previous meeting. At the very least, they both were on equal terms now. Let's hope this can end a little more peacefully.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 29, 2010 19:00:57 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley wiggled in Mett’s grip. Not to get free, mind you: to get more comfortable. If this was a complete stranger, he might be somewhat more alarmed by the situation. Mett, however, was the sort of person who let you shoot you him. And—if you asked politely enough—he’d hand the darts back to you so you could shoot him again.
>> "Still on crack, eh Calley?"
The voluntarily captured boy tilted his head upwards. His black ears tickled under Mett’s chin as he grinned. “I don’t think the world is ready for me on crack.” One of the ears twitched again, more insistently. A small, amused purr rumbled from his body to his captor’s. “Mind scratching that?”
As for the fabulous bubbled vision coming towards them: Calley’s blue eyes narrowed. The pupils dilated, in a manner not quite human. “Third Retainer,” he scolded, the tip of his long tail twitching, “I will forgive you for turning upon me. It is not for the chronically bipedal, to recognize a cat’s latest skin. That you would raise your bubble against any feline disappoints me, however.” Thus spoke Master Sinatra, in a voice somewhat less hissing than Juka would remember--having human teeth to speak through rather helped with that.
Missing from this picture was the thievee. The thief kept up a purr, for his mutual acquaintances.
Posted by stardust on Jan 31, 2010 18:26:59 GMT -6
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Anabelle stood, her mouth agape at the whole situation. Her hands began to push into her knees as she keeled over attempting to catch her breath. At this point she wasn't sure if she was light headed because of the lack of air or the ever astounding situation.
She let her gaze raise once again and follow the man the the cat-mam down the street. The cat-man had turned and looked as if he were to pounce on the man, Her eyes widened in horror. Suddenly she heard an almost whooshing sound and looked up to see a bubble of some sort rushing towards the scene.
"What the...?"
Her eyes widened even further when she realized there was some one in the bubble. To make the scene become a full blown spectacle the bubble-person picked up a Styrofoam cup in defense towards the cat-man. After a bit of a scuffle the man running along side her now had the cat man in a head lock. Anabelle took a moment to register that she needed to be down there and was able to thaw her frozen posture. She crept with caution down the sidewalk to the three, and attempted to keep her jaw from hitting the floor.
As she approached she heard a few bits of their conversation, but didn't register what any of them had said. As she grew closer she reached down and picked up her bag, slowly and stood in silence staring at the trio, unsure what to really say. Now that she saw them up-close she really began to take it all in. The cat-man must be like her, a mutant, and the other man, the bubble one he must be like her two. She took in his appearance, quite interesting and if she wasn't in total shock she'd probably ask where he'd picked up his stilettos. The other boy, the one that'd been called Metty, well he looked...well normal, ratehr cute to be honest, but she'd stop herself before she barked up the wrong tree according to earlier shouting he was the red-head's "Metty".
But what to do now? Back away slowly or thank them, well two of them...
Calley? The cat boy was Calley? His Master Kitty? Juka blinked, looked at the cat boy more closely, blinked again. It was his Master Kitty! A grin followed and a formal bow to his fuzzy cat boy master. He didn't question the fact that he was currently not a proper cat nor a human. One did not question things of a feline nature, after all, they were above mere mortals. The mind of a cat was a glorious and sometimes enigmatic thing, not to be understood nor questions. It simply was and one needed to accept that fact.
"Master Kitty, your third retainer formally apolotizes for not recognizing your most current regal form. He will certainly make it up to you in whatever manner you deem to be most appropriate." Another bow, deep and formal. Cats, if his Pokemon kitties were any indication (and of course they must be) liked nothing more than adulation, adoration and treats. And what was Calley if not the most regal of all cats?
Juka noticed the poor woman who's purse had been stolen staring dumbstruck at the three of them. Well, perhaps had he been less fabulous and inured to such oddities, he would be staring dumbstruck too. When one really stopped to think about it, it was a rather unusual scene, with a cat boy, a floating boy in a bubble and a Mett tackling the cat boy. "My dear, do not be afraid. We mean you no harm at all." A bow in the direction of the stranger now, though far less formal and far less deep than the one he had made to his Master only moments before. "I'm sure if you ask nicely Master Calley would be happy to return to you your possession." Some people just didn't understand the furred feline mindset. It was such a shame.
Mettaliar's whole view of the situation changed with Calley's answers. Realizing the boy was not much different than the boy who shot darts at him in those hallways long ago had given him ease that this wasn't someone to fear. Seeing that the bag was in the hands of the rightful owner, Mettaliar felt compelled to let Calley go, but not before obliging to the ear-scratch the catboy had asked for. Lifting his arms up and allowing the head of the catboy to move freely, he took a step back and noticed Juka approaching and greeting Calley... with an interesting boy and nickname. Master Kitty, eh? Sounds like a nickname Calley would enjoy. He only met the boy twice, yet he was still completely convinced he was right that assessment.
Mettaliar then noticed the girl, bag now in hand, staring awkwardly at the three. Well when you consider that one's a catman, one's a cross-dresser, and the last one's you, it's easy to see why she stares like that, his lovely self-esteem reminded him. His face couldn't quite hold back from blushing at the nervousness he felt being in this situation. He tried the hid the blush in his hair and used soft words to agree with what Juka was saying.
"Yeah. Calley's quite... different, in more ways than his ears. Um... well... at least you got your bag back with all your stuff in it... I think." He jokingly threw a suspicious eye at Calley, just in case. Turning his attention back to the girl, he felt at a loss for words. He decided on Calley and Juka do the majority of the talking, considering both of their abilities to not freeze when a girl was around.
She stopped herself mid back step and grew a spine. She wasn't going to run, that was all too childish. But...now that everyone is here, now what? She stared blankly for a moment before the redhead spoke.
"Master Kitty, your third retainer formally apolotizes for not recognizing your most current regal form. He will certainly make it up to you in whatever manner you deem to be most appropriate."
Huh? Anabelle restrained herself from raising and eyebrow. Master Kitty? Okay. Anabelle liked cats...well...actually she wasn't too fond of them, but she'd definitely keep from calling one "Master".Too each their own, she supposed. No matter how strange it may seem, speaking of the only person seemingly contrary to that was "Metty".
He seemed quite shy though, blushing at seemingly nothing. He definitely seemed to interest her. She pushed that thought away from her mind, despite finding him some-what attractive this was neither the time nor the place.
"Although I could change that.."
her brow involuntarily scrunched as she pushed that thought from her mind. She was able to refocus in time to hear him speak, at that she did open her bag and made sure everything was there. She looked up at the boy, seeing as he was trying to blend in with the wall she tossed a soft smile in his direction.
"Yeah, everything's in here, Thanks for helping.."
Seeing as it was the first time she'd spoken out loud during this ordeal she wasn't too sure either what to say.
Mmm, there was ear scritching. Ear scritching that distracted him from holding onto his newly won prize, but ear scritching none the less.
>> "Master Kitty, your third retainer formally apologizes for not recognizing your most current regal form. He will certainly make it up to you in whatever manner you deem to be most appropriate."
"Apology accepted," the cat boy purred (most benevolently). "This time. Let's not be making a habit of treachery, though, shall we? For now, in penance, I ask for one bubble ride at a time of my later choosing and convenience." His tail flicked as the sentence was announced. Quite lenient, in the tail's opinion.
>> "Yeah, everything's in here, Thanks for helping.."
"You're welcome," he purred most sincerely, slipping away from Mett to twine up to the girl's side. If she didn't move, she'd soon find one of his ears rubbing affectionately against her cheek as his tail curled around her waist. "It's always a pleasure to liven up a young lady's day. Really, think nothing of it." One of his hands may or may not have been working its way inside of her newly rescued bag, as he shamelessly tried to purr his way closer. Her wallet may or may not have been changing paws. Calley liked to work on the Schrödinger's cat principle: he wasn't doing anything wrong, unless someone observed it.
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