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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Posted by Sebastian on Sept 26, 2009 15:04:10 GMT -6
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Fall was whispering its way through the open windows of the apartments above the nearly completed Iris Clinic. The cool breezes swirled through the stale summer air that was still trapped inside the building, making the interior more comfortable and reminding the immortal that resided there of his breeze bending friend. While the white haired man buttoned his shirt and straightened his tie, a package wrapped in brown paper and tied with a bit of blue string sat patiently waiting for him on the kitchen table; it was already ready to go.
It was a beautiful day outside and Sebastian was whistling as he put on his shoes and walked the stairs with the brown paper package tucked under his arm. On his way out the door he took the mail out of the drop box and began looking through it as he walked. Since the clinic had officially gotten an address, he was continuously amazed to find that most of what arrived through the post was not very useful. Various advertisements were discarded in rubbish bins as he walked along. Useful pieces of mail were tucked into the breast pocket of his suit coat.
As he rounded the corner that brought him to the street where Full Circle Books was located he opened the final envelope. The return address looked rather official; from the Department of Homeland Security, whatever that was.
He read the letter twice before he understood the implications of the letter's contents. He pushed his way through the revolving doors of the bookstore, letter still in hand. A grave expression now obscured the jolly one he'd worn just previously.
To no one in particular he murmured, “I'm going to be deported?”
Humming along to the guitar music that was plucking out from the store's speakers, Ghost was quite engrossed in her task of sweeping the store.
Today, in her green canvas apron, she was exercising the rule that there was no job too menial for her or any other manager she had hired to do. She had already scrubbed the bathrooms to a sparkling finish and was on to the more boring sweeping and vacuuming. On her apron, the store's logo had worn creases from how she tied the string around her middle since it was too long to simply tie in the back like most people did.
A man snorted at Sebastian from his seat tucked around the corner of the edge of the revolving door entrance. He shuffled his newspaper to make himself look busy and to cover his obvious snap judgement of the newest store entrant.
"Welcome to the.. Oh. Hi, Sebastian." Though he seemed rather sidetracked by the piece of paper he was holding in his hand. So Ghost picked up her broom and came closer in order to attempt to sneak a peek at the paper.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 26, 2009 16:14:12 GMT -6
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Sebastian stared at the paper, as if his disbelief could somehow change the words on the page. He didn't hear the man's derisive snort from the corner. He almost didn't hear Ghost's greeting over the disbelief that was crashing around in his mind. Never before in all the countries he'd ever lived in had they tried to kick him out. At least, not before he'd done anything that they took offense to.
A white head of hair leaned over his shoulder.
“It says I have to appear before an Immigration Judge, but it seems that the government has decided that I have been here long enough.”
The unicorn shifter handed the official letter to her with a sigh.
“So, I am being deported.” That word sounded so final when it was spoken out loud. It didn't even seem like there was a chance that the judge he was supposed to talk to would even listen to him. In all likelihood he'd take one look at his horn and tail and he'd be on the next plane back to... wherever. The United States didn't really care if he went home as long as he went. The trouble was, the United States was his home now. He hadn't lived in his own country of origin for lifetimes, and would feel even more out of place there than he did in New York City.
He clenched his teeth as he stared at the paper in Ghost's white hands. He couldn't see any way out of this mess.
"Eh?" Was the most un-lady-like sound that came out of Ghost's mouth. It worked out quite nicely that Sebastian was handing her the paper because she was grabbing it, though careful not to rumple the edges. She hated a wrinkled paper.
Ghost read it. And read it again to let it sink in fully. It sort of made her sick. "No, you can't leave now. You've just started your business." But what could they do? "S-surely they wold want a healer in the country..." It wasn't like he had a super destructive power or something. It just didn't make any sense no matter how she looked at it. Not that that reason would have been more fair somehow, but at least she would understand it from an administrative point of view.
"Can't you become an American citizen somehow?" Though the idea of finding the documentation needed for such an act made her feel even more unsteady on her feet. Sebastian didn't look much better. "Come on. Sit down and I'll get you some tea and we'll think about it properly." Not because tea made it better, but that they could at least brainstorm together.
What kind of world was this when they tried to export the helpful people? Ghost guided Sebastian toward a chair and stashed her broom behind the coffee counter. She asked Aurum for two teas and then took a seat opposite Sebastian as she picked at the knot that held her apron on. "Do you know what goes into becoming a citizen?" Ghost didn't know a whole lot, but she had heard some things. Hearsay, maybe, but maybe it would be confirmed by what Sebastian knew.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 26, 2009 20:08:23 GMT -6
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Tea. Tea would make things better. Actually it wouldn't, but it might help them both think a little more clearly. Ghost steered him and he followed, straight to a chair where he sat down quickly. He was in such shock that he didn't even register that he should have helped her with her chair instead of the other way around. The brown paper package with the blue string went from under his arm to on his lap without his really having noticed it.
He hadn't done anything wrong as far as he knew. He had lived peacefully while he was here, hadn't even drawn attention to himself really with the exception of a couple of odd unicorn sightings here and there. It just wasn't fair any way he looked at it. There were far worse people than him to have in one's country, he was sure of it. Did they have a prejudice against his being a mutant? Were they upset that his business might take away customers from the local hospitals? The immortal just couldn't understand why.
A distant echo of Ghost's voice called him back from his daze.
“A citizen? Don't you have to be born here to be a citizen? I can't very well be born again. I could start over from infancy I suppose, and let them think I was just born. Though, I would rather not spend the next twenty years as a child before the clinic gets up and running. People need help now, not twenty years from now.” Ghost would be forty-something by then, too. Somehow it seemed a shame to him that they would have to be separated by a whole generation. As a little child, he wouldn't be very interesting for her to talk to and she wouldn't be much fun for him to play with.
He slumped in his chair, which was very unlike him. His tail lay flat and lifeless on the ground. His felt like all of the supports that were holding up his life recently had been pulled out today and the whole thing was tumbling down everywhere. Anywhere he went, he'd have to start all over again. It wasn't like he hadn't done that before, but he hadn't been planning on moving away for quite some time. He had made friends, started a business, had plans for saving the world and going to medical school.
“Are there any other ways? The original people who came here were immigrants, surely they weren't sent back to their countries after a year or so.” There was a tinge of hopefulness in his voice, but it was buried deep beneath the shock and disappointment of his recent discovery.
“A citizen? Don't you have to be born here to be a citizen?" She hadn't thought of him starting life over again. "I suppose if you wanted to start as a baby, I could take you to a hospital or something..." She picked at the knot and thought out loud as her fingers worked. "I also know you can go through a class or something to get a green card. You have to pledge your allegiance or something, but I don't know how you get there." She remembered seeing it on TV once. How immigrants had to memorize the constitution or something. That they had to be more patriotic than the patriots.
Knot undone, Ghost slipped the apron over her head and folded it to sit across her lap. Aurum brought over two teas and the sugar dispenser and Ghost thanked him with her eyes. He nodded and became busy elsewhere. "I think you could marry a citizen or something to become a citizen. They don't like to split up couples so they wouldn't deport you if you had a patriot wife."
"Or, I think if you had proof of a job or American dependents maybe..." Ghost stirred her tea absently despite the fact that she hadn't put any sugar there. The other cup, she slid toward Sebastian to cheer him. None of those options sounded very likely. What were they going to do?
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 27, 2009 15:57:29 GMT -6
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He made a face at the mention of Ghost taking him to the hospital as an infant. Having Ghost play as his mother until he was an adult didn't rank high on his list of possible solutions. It was wither that or try to explain why someone who was just born yesterday was trying to start their own business.
Someone brought tea cups for them, Sebastian didn't look up long enough to recognize that it was the same man who had helped rescue Ghost in the alley way weeks ago. He just took the cup in his hands and let the warmth heat his fingers through the porcelain. Cold pinpricks normally would have warned him that the cup might be a bit too hot for that, but he felt numb all over and either couldn't feel it or wasn't paying attention.
He shook his head, each option seeming more and more outlandish. He didn't have time to take a class; his departure date seemed like it would necessarily be sooner rather than later. His other options were to have an American wife or American children. The latter of the two would be impossible without the former and would still require more time than he had available. No, having children was not an option at this point. As for marriage, the only women friends he had in this country were Isabel and Ghost herself. He wasn't even certain that they were citizens.
He glanced up at the pale honey colored eyes across from him. It was impossible to tell if someone looked American because of all the different ethnicities that were mixed into the New World nation. She spent time in Japan he knew, but her country of origin hadn't come up before. Had she had to deal with immigration issues before now?
“Are you an American or an immigrant?” he wondered out loud.
"Me? I'm a..." She paused and it felt like something vital slid home in her brain. "I'm a citizen. I was born here. I have papers and everything. Sebastian, you should marry me." The full implications of what she was proposing were of course beyond her. Their immediate problem had a very simple solution. Why hadn't they seen it before?
"I'm almost sure it'll work. Isn't that how they do mail order brides? They come over on some bogus temporary school or work visa, but they can stay because they marry a citizen. I saw it on PBS. Sebastian, you could be my mail order bride." The more she though about it, the more she was sure it was the answer to their problem. "At the very least it would allow me to come to your hearing and help present your case."
She was leaning more forward and she spoke faster, obviously excited to see so simple a conclusion to their problem. "I don't know what goes into a marriage exactly. Some papers for me, social security maybe or a passport? I think you can get married at a courthouse or on a boat with the captain. I don't even think it takes all that long. Do you think I'd have to change my name?"
A man cleared his throat and put his hand on the back of Ghost's chair possessively. "Who's changing their name?" He looked pleasant enough with an angular and unassuming face, but his eyes held a fierce and keen wit that didn't match the smile lines at the corners of his mouth.
Ghost's eyes widened. She didn't have to look up to know it was him. In fact she looked down to her lap, quite embarrassed to have been caught in the act of planning a secret marriage to dodge a governmental deportation. "Uhh. Sebastian. Meet my dad, Allen Swift."
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 27, 2009 18:53:26 GMT -6
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Clear blue eyes blinked once at honey golden ones as her words sunk in. She had just... proposed to him? She was willing to marry him just to save him from getting kicked out of the country. Just like that.
Blue eyes blinked again as she went on to explain the phenomenon of mail order brides. She really meant it. She wasn't joking. She had just come in and tied a hundred thousand balloons onto his worries and cares to lift them off his shoulders and let them float away. A smile appeared on the unicorn shifter's face, breaking through his gloomy expression like a ray of sunlight through a gap in an overcast sky.
“You would do that for me?” It was almost too good to be true. “If you are truly willing, I would be honored to marry you.” It wasn't the usual type of marriage proposal, but neither was this the usual type of situation that led up to a marriage. He wouldn't have thought she would be the kind to rush into something like that, but given the circumstances he was very grateful that she would consider it. And honored. And maybe blushing a little.
A court house, a captain, which ever she preferred was fine with him. There was an excitement to her voice as she verbally made plans, her words tumbled faster and faster, the excitement was contagious.
>>>“Do you think I'd have to change my name?”
“I...” He realized that he didn't know her name. He'd heard Garrett say her first name once, but that was all.
Sebastian didn't get a chance to finish his statement. A gentleman interrupted their conversation, putting his hand on Ghost's chair and inviting himself into the discussion. He was rather forward, inviting himself into a conversation, but apparently he had every right to be.
>>>"Uhh. Sebastian. Meet my dad, Allen Swift."
The unicorn man managed to keep his jaw from falling off the bottom of his face, but only barely. His eyebrows hailed the sky. That explained the interruption, the possessive hand on the back of the chair, and the curious but cautious parent expression painted across his visage.
Sebastian swallowed, but recovered quickly. Thankfully there was etiquette for type of situation, so things like this became automatic. Introductions meant standing and shaking hands. That was easy enough and would buy him time to figure out exactly what to do next. He smiled pleasantly, but behind his eyes his mind raced. Was he supposed to ask for Ghost's hand now, or was she supposed to ask since she was the one that proposed? This was very mixed up from the usual way things worked.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Swift.” Swift: that was Ghost's name too, wasn't it. It felt strange that it should be so unfamiliar. A dozen half sentences died before they ever reached the unicorn shifter's tongue and instead he remained quiet after the introductions. Somehow he suspected that now was not quite the opportune time for 'May I have your daughter's hand'.
“If you are truly willing, I would be honored to marry you.”
There was a certain gravity to his words. Of course she meant it. She wouldn't have offered if she hadn't, though obviously they had a lot to work out about their arrangement, whatever it may be. And it was certainly worth it to see the smile and the hint of red on his cheeks. Was it so selfish to want to keep such a helpful person around? He'd certainly saved her life enough times.
She shyly watched the exchange between her dad and her... uhm... friend. At this point they were still friends. Yes. They hadn't done anything yet, but if they were going to keep him in the country they would have to do something soon.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Swift.”
Mr. Swift grunted the extent of his pleasure as he took a seat at the small table.
>"You're not doing anything rash here are you, Mister Sebastian?"
Ghost cleared her throat, feeling quite guilty. She certainly wasn't used to having someone looking over her shoulder. "We've been over this before, Dad. I'm an adult now. I am glad you are in my life, but there is a certain level of distance that is healthy. It's been more than a year and I haven't messed anything up too bad." She tried to very calmly explain things so that she wouldn't excite his blood pressure levels too much.
>"You call getting shot, hypnotized, tattooed, and eviscerated not messing things up too bad?" He eyed Sebastian's horn and long hair with mild disapproval. It was a good thing he didn't spy the man's swishing tail.
"Well, if there is one man who I owe my life to it is Sebastian." Ghost was artfully steering the conversation toward safer waters for now. The terms of a sudden emergency marriage were not something one should discuss in front of one's newly aquatinted father.
That did catch his attention. >"Sebastian? Healer Sebastian?" He looked over the horned man as if he might shake his hand again except this time with a bit more assent. >"Guess I owe you thanks for keeping my girl in line."
Ghost was meanwhile looking at Aurum for help, any escape from the awkward situation would have been greatly appreciated. The man shrugged from his spot behind the coffee counter as he polished mugs. Some battles had to be won on your own. Regretfully, Ghost turned her attention back to the matter at hand.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 27, 2009 23:35:16 GMT -6
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The table was small, but it seemed to get smaller as the man who was Ghost's father sat down. He wasn't incredibly tall, but he beat both Sebastian and Ghost be a handful of inches. It wasn't his height that made him imposing, though. He had an air about him that indicated quiet clearly that he wasn't going to putting up with any crap.
Sebastian was older than this man be several thousand years, yet he felt like a teenaged boy next to him. The circumstances under which he was meeting the man may have had something to do with the odd feeling. The man wasn't even doing anything threatening like cracking his knuckles or sharpening his knife, just sitting there and interrogating him. Or making pleasant conversation, it was hard to tell.
>"You're not doing anything rash here are you, Mister Sebastian?"
Would it be wrong to call this man 'sir'? The inclination was very strong to do so, but Sebastian sensed it would only expose his vulnerability.
“No,” sir. He followed that up with a nonchalant shrug, indicating that nothing at all serious was taking place here. Clearly he was not feeling at all guilty for conspiring to marry his daughter right under his nose. Ghost cleared her throat, clearly also not guilty of anything over there. Nope.
>"You call getting shot, hypnotized, tattooed, and eviscerated not messing things up too bad?"
This was accompanied by a sweeping glance over Sebastian's hair, horn, and clothes. A disapproving glance. The unicorn man recognized the look, having worn it a time or two himself. Beneath the table, his tail gave an uncomfortable twitch.
Wait... hypnotized and tattooed? Ghost was a busier girl than even he had been aware. Clearly he was slacking on his job of taking care of her if she was off having dangerous adventures without him even hearing about it. He'd have to get better at that. If he was going to...
>"Guess I owe you thanks for keeping my girl in line."
...keep being in charge of keeping her in line. Sebastian noted the 'my' in that statement. Noted it well.
“I try my best to help,” sir. “No need to thank me.” The first time he saved her, he'd been in the right place at the right time. The second time... he had been selfish about his rescue attempts. Even then, it had been important to him that Ghost was safe. It had been even more important than helping the strangers he had originally been planning to rescue or her friends, like the man that was currently behind the coffee counter polishing the pots; he had survived alright apparently.
Sebastian sipped his tea, and played with the blue string on his package. They needed something to talk about, but he was feeling tongue tied. Thus far he'd managed to utter about two sentences and even those hadn't been very meaningful. The blue string came untied as he fiddled with it. He was picking up Ghost's fidgets. Carefully he retied it into its bow.
He looked at the package, then up at Ghost. He had completely forgotten to give it to her.
“I forgot about this for a moment. I brought this for you,” he handed over the brown paper parcel to the pale sylph sitting across from him. It was a harmless package, so Mr. Swift need not fret over it too much. It was only a shirt, after all, to replace the one he'd... he wasn't going to mention that in any case.
Ghost wasn't quite sure where the package came from, but there it was. Brown paper and blue string. "明けてもいい?" It was polite in Japanese custom to ask before opening, but she was more asking because she didn't want something horribly embarrassing to pop out. Not that Sebastian had a habit of gifting tongues or body parts as some others in Ghost's life had, but... one could never be too cautious when there was a snooping father near at hand.
Sebastian nodded while Mr. Swift was still glancing between them. "Oh great. You guys keeping secrets?" He was still sore that his wife and child were blessed linguistically speaking. He'd never thought too hard about them chatting away in another language until it was revealed that they have been hiding such a large part of themselves from him.
She did her best to ignore that comment as she pulled at the string and unfolded the paper. It was soft and silky and... oh! She held it up. "The shirt!" She actually laughed. As much as she joked with him about it, in their awkward circumstance it took her far too long to remember that he had owed her one.
"This one is much more extravagant than what it's replacing. Thank you." She checked for a tag and seeing none realized that he had done exactly as he said he would. He made it. And that made it mean that much more. "I can't believe you made this..."
Mr. Swift looked between the two white haired mutants at his table and grumbled to himself. "So what was that about changing your name?"
The rosy glow diminished a little from Ghost's cheeks.It was tempting to go put on the lovely silk garment now, partly because it was new and elegant and partly because it would more than likely annoy her dad. Ghost scooted her chair around the table to sit next to Sebastian and face her father from beside him. She was tired of having to look between them and she much preferred Sebastian just now. The movement earned her a questioning human eyebrow.
"I know you know the store is under a different name. I want it to be legal now that... well, now that I don't have any reason for it not to be." Maybe she was being a coward, but she just didn't want to be the one to tell him that she'd just offered to save Sebastian from his predicament. She was almost certain he wouldn't understand... marriage was marriage to him. It wasn't supposed to get complicated with green cards and personal gratitude and all that.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 28, 2009 14:06:48 GMT -6
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>"Oh great. You guys keeping secrets?"
Well, yes, kind of. That wasn't what he meant though.
“She just asked if she should open it now,” he translated loosely for the other man as he nodded to Ghost to go ahead.
It was worth every stitch to see Ghost's expression and hear her laugh when opened her package. She looked honestly surprised, and pleased, too.
“It took me long enough, I figured I should make it worth the wait.” The unicorn man smiled back, the situation getting more comfortable now that the conversation was focused on something so innocent.
>"So what was that about changing your name?"
Or not. Uncomfortable tail twitch beneath the table. Ghost sliding over next to him. A questioning eyebrow. They were gathering their troops for a battle, then? Sebastian gave her hand a quick squeeze under the table before he went back to sipping his tea.
>>>"I know you know the store is under a different name. I want it to be legal now that... well, now that I don't have any reason for it not to be."
Sebastian looked from Ghost to her father and back again. The secretness of this whole conversation was getting to him. Maybe it would all be better if it was out in the open rather than shoved behind half smiles and half truths.
“That isn't the only thing,” he started softly, staring down into his tea cup. He didn't know the secrets of reading tea leaves, so he would just have to hope that his were saying something about luck today, and not anything about getting throttled. He forced himself to look the other man in the eyes.
“Mr. Swift, may we have your blessing? We... we are getting married.” He watched the other man's facial expression carefully, fully ready to dodge punches or shake hands, which ever the case may be. Maybe he should have asked permission first, rather than for a blessing. Too late now.
Sebastian welcomed her to his side of the battle with a little arm squeeze. And once united, he seemed to have the courage to say what she could not.
“Mr. Swift, may we have your blessing? We... we are getting married.”
Ghost swallowed. She really would have liked to talk about it a bit more, but she had offered. And she had meant it. Sebastian had just said it so... definitely. And Ghost just hadn't expected to see her dad's face turn that particular shade of eggplant purple. He cleared his throat and his voice was deadly calm.
>"You want to marry this man and this is the first time I get to meet him?" Ut-oh.
"I wasn't hiding him from you, nor did I think you'd disapprove. It-we... it's rather sudden, sir."
His fingers drummed against the little table top as he looked between the two obviously nervous people. Each finger hit with enough strength to make a clear thud against the wood.
>"I can't give my blessing to a man I don't know from Adam. What's your full name, son? And is that ridiculous horn permanent?"
Ghost's eyes flicked to Sebastian's face and back to her dad's. Well, he was sort-of humoring them at least. And he hadn't thrown anything at Sebastian yet...
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 28, 2009 15:38:39 GMT -6
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Faces turning purple was not a healthy sign. One needn't be a doctor or a healer to recognize that particular symptom as a dangerous one, not for the one with the purple face, but for those sitting across from him. Sebastian couldn't get much paler than he already was, but somehow he managed to lose whatever small amount of coloring he had. Mr. Swift cleared his throat. Sebastian swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump that seemed to have formed in his own throat.
He hadn't know the man was even in the country, he certainly couldn't have walked up and introduced himself at any time. And Ghost was right, it was a rather sudden development. It... Sebastian turned to look at her with a somewhat surprised expression. Had she really phrased it like that? Her father was going to think that Sebastian had done something a lot worse than get himself deported.
The drumming fingers against the table seemed like an executioner's drum roll to the prospective son-in-law.
>"I can't give my blessing to a man I don't know from Adam. What's your full name, son? And is that ridiculous horn permanent?"
“Sebastian Csendes, sir.” He could hardly keep from calling him “sir” now that Ghost had even started. “And yes, it is permanent.” Was now a bad time to mention that he had a tail, too? His tail curled up beneath him, making itself as small as possible. This man did not seem like he would be a big tail fan.
“It's nice to finally meet you,” he tried to make that as sincere sounding as possible. He was glad he could met the man. It felt better to do things the right way and ask a man for his blessing before marrying his daughter. It just wasn't working out ideally and he was a little afraid that a book might be thrown at his head.