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.
Got a plot in mind?
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Her heart thudded in her chest, lungs working at full capacity to make up for the run she had just had. While she fully felt like relaxing back against the door supporting her, she was fully aware that relaxing was probably not the best course of action at the moment. She gasped, trying to still her ragged, panic stricken breaths, and glanced down at the thing that had started all of this. A pill bottle. Nothing spectacular, she couldn't imagine why they had reacted the way they did. With a huff, Andrea speared the small unlabeled bottle with a glare. If she had simply made more of an effort to move out of the way when that group of kids had been walking towards her, none of this would have ever happened...
*five minutes prior*
The cab was late. She checked her watch once more to make sure of it. It was late, as it had been last last two times.... but she was in a bit of a hurry today. Her laptop was at home, and somewhere in her e-mail inbox was hopefully a nice shiny reply from the owners of a violin she had been ogling on e-bay. So, she was excited, and she really didn't feel like waiting another hour for her cab to arrive. Behind her, Alisa peeked her head out from inside her office. "Are you still waiting child?" She turned and sent a half hearted smile her bosses way, "Yes, I fear the cabby has forgotten me yet again, I might walk down to that bus stop however, it drops me off rather close to where I live." The older woman's features furrowed, with either worry or thought, she couldn't tell. "Well, if that's the case, would you like me to drive you home, Andrea dear?" With a grin, the green skinned girl shook her head. It was like having a grandmother around, or well, what she figured having a grandmother was like. "No, I'll walk. i could use the exercise. Good night Alisa! I'll see you next week." With one more smile, she hiked her shoulder bag up a little higher and exited the store, making sure to lock it securely behind her. A few minutes of walking brought her closer to her destination, and it looked like she would be on time for the next departing bus as well, she glanced up from her watch to moved out of the way as a larger group of kids made to move past. Sadly however, she wasn't used to New York City street courtesy, and when the other bodies didn't budge, she smacked shoulder to shoulder into a taller female.
"Watch it Sl*t." Sufficiently surprised at the girls language (especially since the girl looked to be quiet a few years younger than Andrea), she turned and simply gaped at the girl. She was dressed rather... provocatively, enough to make Andrea flush a few shades darker. The girl looked at her a moment longer, before turning on her heels to follow after her fellows. Her posse, if her memory was correct and Google had not lied. her eyes dropped to her feet, where something white was glowing in the light of the street lamp. Ever curious, Andrea bent and picked it up- which happened to be a bad idea. The rattling of its contents pricked the ears of the girl who had insulted her, and after frantically checking her pockets, she turned to point in Andrea's direction. "Sh*t, That bimbo stole my pills!" Poor Andrea grimaced. Stole. Not a word she wanted to hear...
Thus, when the small horde of fives bodies came running at her, Andrea had done what any able minded person would do. She screamed. She fled. And she hid. Which was why she was now taking shelter in the back of an unknown building down an alley way, listening for any clue as to if the group of people where still on her tail. She got her answer when a voice from behind the door spoke up loudly. "...I thought I heard something from in here..." Panic gripped her once more, and without waiting to find out if the 'In here' the male spoke of, was the same 'in here' she was hiding in, she darted off deeper into the building... Which as it turned out, was a restaurant of some sort. She could hear the sound of the door opening behind her, as well as the thudding of shoes. A peek over her shoulder as she rushed into a semi busy kitchen showed that only the three males were after her- the girls in their short skirts and high heels must have been waiting. outside. Or they had gone around to the front. With that thought in mind, she burst through a set of double doors and into the main room of the restaurant. Just as one of the waiters demanded that she leave, and picked up a phone to dial the police, the three men chasing her burst out of the kitchen from behind. Diving past the waiter and towards the front door as fast as she could, bottle of pills all but forgotten in her clutched and sweaty hand, she prayed those girls were still in the alley, clicking their high heels feebly towards the street.
Posted by randtherrin on Jan 17, 2010 20:17:45 GMT -6
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Kyal walked along the street casually, he liked the nights here, it was less crowded. The air smelled funny and the streetlights made it to bright for his taste but it was livable. Not wanting to find himself lost again he stopped daydreaming and looked around to get his bearings. There were no visible street signs but he recognized some of the store names. He was staying north of there, the other direction so Kyal turned around and headed back the way he came.
>>"Sh*t, That bimbo stole my pills!"
He looked up at the sound from across the street to see a group of teens moving towards a young woman. The street light was just enough to see her features from this distance, green skin, she was a mutant. He didn't take time to think as the teens took off after the woman. One person against a group was never good odds even when drugs and mutants weren't involved, so he knelt down shifted into 2D on the street and ran after them. Luckily he was able to close the distanced between him and the group of teens. Even luckier they never looked down to see him literally running right under them. He stuck with the guys that followed the woman into the back of a building in an ally. If he was gonna try to help her it would be best to let her see that he meant it. As he ran with them he realized they were in a kitchen of a restaurant. Not a great place for a confrontation like this but he didn't have much choice in that matter. Entering the dining area he could see her again, time to make his move. Reaching back into 3D with his arms he grabbed the legs of two of the guys who sprawled onto the floor. The third managed to jump over them but stopped and turned to see Kyal pulling himself out of the floor and run over his fallen friends. Kyal shoved him over an empty table and ran to join the Woman he had been following.
"Intro's will come later, I can help you get away from these losers but we have to go now."
He held out his hand with a hurried look on his face. They only had a few seconds until the guys got up and would attack them, not to mention whatever the restaurant staff, or the girls who were going around to the front might do. Whatever she decided to do it had to be now or this was going to get much worse. In truth since he involved himself in this he really had no choice but help her. He would just have to change tactics if she said no simply to save himself now.
Almost there... Potential freedom lay just past a few tables, a handful of curious people and behind those ever so ominous front doors.... She felt her heart thud in her chest as she blundered past a curious married couple, and cast a frightened look behind her to make sure she wasn't being caught up to. No, they were all catching up to her, they were either sprawled out on the floor clutching various hurts from the fall, or as the closest of them was doing, arguing with two waiters who were trying to either help him up or escort him out of the building. She turned back with a renewed sense of urgency, only to find someone standing fairly close by. Her heart leapt into her throat and she jumped back a bit, bumping into a table behind her roughly and sending a bottle of champagne to the floor.
>>"Intro's will come later, I can help you get away from these losers but we have to go now."
To say the least, she was thoroughly surprised and kind of distracted. When running for ones life, the last thing you expected to see was a guy appear out of thin air right beside you. She also found herself relatively distracted by the guys voice, so... Mechanical. She had never heard such a voice before. There was no time for gawking however, her followers were back on their feet and looked angrier than ever. After sparing but a second to wonder at his sudden appearance, she sent one last glance over her shoulder, then reached out and took his extended hand. Sure, she didn't know him and he had popped out of seemingly nowhere, but she had been taught to never look a gift horse in the mouth... That and her subdued attackers were marching towards them.
((Yay! someone joined me! ;p One thing though, I just realized that I didn't mention anything about her glasses in my first post... Andrea always wears sunglasses to protect people from her power. No glasses= living statues.))
Posted by randtherrin on Jan 20, 2010 14:04:36 GMT -6
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She took his hand and they headed towards the door. The restaurant staff were now dealing with the three guys he had knocked over, and the customers were giving them a clear path to the door. The situation was turning in their favor, but Kyal felt that he had forgotten something. Looking to the front door he remembered what it was; just outside where the two girls waiting for the woman he was attempting to help. His mind raced for ideas on what to do next. Their exit was now blocked from the outside; on the other hand those girls were seeing him for the first time which would effect what they were planning to do. The best option that came to mind was shifting into 2D to escape but he doubted that his new friend had ever done so and what her reaction would be. He would have to hope for the best, they were out of options so instinct was the only choice.
"Take a deep breath, close your eyes and keep running!"
He didn't look to see if she was even listening to him there wasn't time. Three steps...two steps...one. As they reached the door he shoved it open and dropped to one knee bringing his hand in contact with the concrete sidewalk. He ignored the purse swung at his head, it would never hit him. The ground seemed to rush up to met them but they didn't hit it. He pushed off to keep running, looking up to keep his bearings. The sidewalk was now like a hallway with the city suspended above them. He kept running until he didn't hear the sounds of pursuit. He continued to hold her hand since he didn't know how she would react to the new situation she was in. He wasn't exactly a knight in shining armor but he did help her.
"Open your eyes slowly. I'm sorry for dragging you like that, I was acting on impulse."
((I fixed seeing you eyes so that should be ok. Also sorry about the borderline god mod here))
>>"Take a deep breath, close your eyes and keep running!"
Simple enough instructions... But how could she run with her eyes closed? Throwing caution to the wind, Andrea shut her eyes quickly and ducked her head down, her free arm curling up to her chest to avoid whacking into things and/or people. She felt the air whoosh past as she was dragged out past the front doors, missed seeing one of the girls swat the other in the face with her purse as she swung at her rescuer, and gasped out loud as her stomach jumped at the feeling of falling. It was very much like sleeping and feeling ones self falling perpetually, when really all you were doing was turning over in bed. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped again, her gaze darting about to take in their new surroundings.
Surely... she had been knocked unconscious, and what lay before her eyes was some form of a dream. What was this place?.... why did everything look so vastly different? Were those really people and cars passing above them? She shut her eyes again and brought a gloved hand to her temple. The feeling of it there told her she was most likely awake, thus.... this was all real. When they gradually slowed, she bent forward a little, supporting herself with a hand on her knees and took a few deep breaths. Running was defiantly not her thing.
>>"Open your eyes slowly. I'm sorry for dragging you like that, I was acting on impulse."
She did so, cracking her eyes open from behidn her glasses, which were fogging a little on the inside from the heat rising from underneath her coat. Her lips turned up in a weak smile and she tilted her head up to look at him. "Don't... Don't worry about dragging me along... " Another deep inhale and she righted herself, exhaling quietly in a sigh. She felt sweaty and overheated... but at least she wasn't bruised and bleeding in a back alley behind a restaurant. She shuddered at the thought at what could have happened and made a mental note to accept Alisa's offer next time... "It is a Miracle you were around to help me... Thank you, you very well could have just saved my life." As an added precaution (and a sure sign of paranoia) she shot a swift look over her shoulder and up. "...What-... What is this?" Andrea turned questioning shaded eyes back to the guy. She didn't even know his name yet. "Oh... My name is Andrea."
(( No problem. =) Sorry for the short post before and the...er... semi short post right here... for some reason I'm having problems being creative. v.v ))
Posted by randtherrin on Jan 22, 2010 20:10:44 GMT -6
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>>"Don't... Don't worry about dragging me along... It is a Miracle you were around to help me... Thank you, you very well could have just saved my life."
"You're welcome. I'm just glad I was able to help."
Letting go of her hand, he smiled back, it was more praise than he probably deserved but he wasn't going to argue. Saving someone just because he could was the kind of person he was some times. Of course now that he had helped her he wasn't sure what to do. Obviously he wouldn't just take the thanks and leave but other than that he was pretty clueless. Of course someone who just went through a stressful or traumatic situation usually doesn't want to be alone. Since he had just met her though offering to buy her a coffee or see her home just seemed a little weird.
"...What-... What is this? Oh... My name is Andrea."
"Kyal, nice to meet you. And this is the 2D space of a sidewalk, it's a little hard to explain."
Saying that they were in 2D space didn't help him figure out where they were unfortunately. Looking up at the street he tried in vain to recognize something. Hopefully Andrea had a better scene of direction that he did because he was now completely lost. Once she realized this he was most likely going to look rather stupid. He leaned against the edge of the sidewalk and sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. He had pushed himself, moving into 2D was tiring enough but he had moved faster than he should have with another person.
She smiled back at him. It was a refreshing change to meet another person who was equally as polite to you, as you were to them. When her hand was released, she reached out to poke at the wall closest to her, her curiosity having reached its full capacity. It was more than a little disorienting, she had to admit. The transition from standing on the sidewalk, to standing in the sidewalk (so to speak) was a new one for her. She vaguely noticed the bottle still clutched in her hand and withdrew it to blink a few times at it. She still didn't understand what exactly was so important about it that someone would attack her to get it back.... Had they simply asked nicely... With a sigh, she reached down and deposited the bottle in one of her pants pockets. She would have to question Verdi about it later... at the moment, she needed to figure out where she was, and find a way home- without running into that group of hooligans again. First things first however... getting out of... wherever they currently were.
>>"Kyal, nice to meet you. And this is the 2D space of a sidewalk, it's a little hard to explain."
"I can certainly imagine, Is it terribly hard to do?" Her fingers wriggled in her pockets as she glanced about her surroundings once more. She didn't want to ask him to place her back up on the, er, surface?- if it caused him to strain himself, sure she had things she wanted to do at home, but she could certainly wait a little while to let him rest. He had just rescued her after all. A glance up showed her an alley to her left, the street to her right... But none of it looked really familiar. Was she closer to Alisa's flower shop? or, was she further away? She had to squint to find a street sign up there, glinting faintly under a dim street lamp, but she still couldn't read it due to her dark shades.
Withdrawing her hands from her pockets, she raised one and pointed at the sign, while she grabbed at her backpack with the other to withdraw a map she used to pick her way around the city. "Can you read what that sign say's?" She paused. If he couldn't read it, she knew she could without her glasses on, but she felt the need to warn him at least- lest an accident occur. "...or, um, shield your eyes so I can take off my glasses for a second? I don't recognize this area at all in the dark, but I might be able to find us on my map..."
Posted by randtherrin on Jan 31, 2010 23:45:18 GMT -6
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>>"I can certainly imagine, Is it terribly hard to do?"
"Sometimes, it's defiantly harder with other people than on my own but I'll be fine in a minute."
He put up a smile to reassure her that he was ok, in truth he was exhausted from using his powers to avoid the crowds most of the day and was reaching his limit. Normally he would be fine with just passing out on the sidewalk; he had done so many time when he was homeless. But now he had company, not to mention an apartment to go back to. In his opinion their location was more important that his level of consciousness.
>>"Can you read what that sign say's? ...or, um, shield your eyes so I can take off my glasses for a second? I don't recognize this area at all in the dark, but I might be able to find us on my map..."
He lifted his head to see where she was pointing. The sign was at a readable distance but not from the angle he was at. At least she had a map to find her way home; he made a mental note to get one for himself. Being asked to cover his eyes made him curious about what her powers were but he figured it was best not to ask. Putting his head down he closed his eyes and covered them.
"Sorry I can't read it from here. Go ahead and take a look, don't worry I'm not watching."
>>"Sorry I can't read it from here. Go ahead and take a look, don't worry I'm not watching."
She nodded and reached for her glasses, but not before tugging her hood forward a little more- just in case. She definitely didn't need to knock out her rescuer while she was... in the sidewalk? She still didn't under stand that fully... and doubted she ever would. With her hood in place, she peeked over her glasses, squinted and shuffled forward a bit until the sign came into focus. They were on.... 5th. Wait, 5th? Propping her shades backup onto the bridge of her nose, she unfolded her map and searched. She was... quite a few blocks away from her work, more so than she had expected. She quietly mapped a path back towards her floral shop. The results made her frown. The shortest route home seemed to be through a cemetery and then though a small park. She scrunched her nose up in thought. A cemetery at this time of night just screamed zombie attack... and a park... well, she knew to stay away from those after dark. They always spelled disaster. Her eyes scanned the map again quickly, and her frown turned into a pout. The other way would be to completely avoid those two obstacles and take a longer walk home than necessary.... Many, many, many blocks longer.
She really needed to get cellphone. Then she could simply call for someone to come get her.
"We... are on 5th street." She turned back to face Kyal, dropping her hood swiftly so she could see him better. "I am quite unfamiliar with this area, I don't suppose you would have any idea what the best way to get back onto Alberta Avenue would be?..." Her pout turned into a sort of cringe-smile. She hated asking people for things... Well, except for Saph. She asked him for things all the time... But he had sort of earned her wrath/helplessness...so it was fair.
Posted by randtherrin on Feb 11, 2010 23:18:03 GMT -6
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>>"We... are on 5th street. I am quite unfamiliar with this area, I don't suppose you would have any idea what the best way to get back onto Alberta Avenue would be?...or maybe would you mind walking me there?"
He guessed it was safe to open his eyes and looked up to think about the options they had. He had no idea where Alberta was but he didn't live too far from 5th. That only solved his problems though and helping Andrea came first. He looked at her map and found the fastest way to Alberta and then to his apartment, it way simple enough. The only trouble they might have would be in the park if they ran into a mugger or something. reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small leather bound journal and flipped through some pages. He stopped at a long hunting knife and a few cans of mace, that would solve anything. Before he could use them though they needed to get out of the side walk, he had gotten enough strength back to do that safely.
'I don'n mind, the road through the cemetery and the park seems the easiest. But first we need to get up there."
He reached up and pulled himself through the surface of the sidewalk. Reaching back down to her he smiled reassuringly. His body seemed to bend at the surface, like when you put a stick in the water, with strange ripple like patterns around it.
"Its just like climbing out of a pool. You might want to close your eyes for it though since your not use to the shift."
>>"Its just like climbing out of a pool. You might want to close your eyes for it though since your not use to the shift."
Its like climbing out of a pool... Never mind the fact that she had never been swimming before. She stared at his extended hand for a moment, before tucking her map away into her pocket and grasping the out stretched palm. At first, she didn't quite know if she was going to close her eyes or not, but as he started to help her out, she decided shutting them was for the best. She really didn't want to experience anything out of the normal.
Once her feet were firmly back on the ground, she let her eyes crack open and blinked a few times. Everything was normal again. Much more pleasing on the eyes in her opinion. "Thanks." She adjusted her coat and slipped her map back out of her pocket. "Okay, so... this way?" She started off slowly, after making sure he was ready, and kept her map at bay in case she felt like she had lost her path again. She was growing more and more aware that her sense of direction was not as good as it should have been, not in the least.
She made it a block or two before the silence surrounding her became too much, and her curiosity turned to mulling over the voice belonging to the guy next to her overrode her better judgment. She had to ask... she needed to ask... What had happened to him?... why did he- The Greek inwardly forced back the rude questions and stilled her mind.
"So, what were you doing before you... well, stumbled upon the situation I was in? I'd hate to think I ruined your night..." or in other words, how has your night been?
Posted by randtherrin on Feb 18, 2010 22:31:17 GMT -6
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He followed her silently, making sure he had the page he wanted in his journal marked. It would take a few minutes before he could pull anything out since he was still pretty tired but they had time before they reached that park. He was getting curious about her powers since it seemed to be eye related but that didn't explain why her skin was green. He didn't like small talk though so he wasn't up for asking outright, on the other hand it would get weird walking in silence All the way back to Alberta. He shook his head, this is why he shouldn't get involved, he always made the aftermath awkward and he never had any idea what he was suppose to do afterwards.
>>"So, what were you doing before you... well, stumbled upon the situation I was in? I'd hate to think I ruined your night..."
He almost jumped when she spoke. What had he been doing? It was somewhat embarrassing to have to think about what he was doing twenty minutes ago. Especially since he hadn't been doing anything.
"Um...just a night time stroll. I don't usually have plans or anything, since I tend to make things sound weird."
There go any points he had on the cool guy meter. Why didn't he just flat out say he was a social pariah. Then again she was green, she had to have had a much harder time than he did. Although she looked like she was better off than him, at least she didn't seem like someone who had cheated their way into getting a free apartment like he did. Probably hadn't lived the past three years on the streets all across the country either but he was special in that case.
>>"Um...just a night time stroll. I don't usually have plans or anything, since I tend to make things sound weird."
sound weird... sound.... weird.... soundweird. Andrea found herself hopelessly fixated on what he had said... or at least a part of it. She tried to shake herself out of it... but those two words echoed hauntingly in her head.
"That sounds about the same for me as well... If not for work, i would have been at home right now- Not being chased down the street by rabid teenagers."
Which, now that she thought about it again, was all because she had picked up that stupid bottle. She fished the thing out of her pocket, stopping at a street corner to wait for the walk light to turn green, and frowned angrily at the offending object. Carefully, she unscrewed the cap and peeked inside. What greeted her eyed was an assortment of little, yellow and green pills with what looked to be happy faces stamped on them. She found herself much more confused than before.
"You wouldn't happen to know what these are, would you? One of those girls dropped it, and after I picked it up they started after me... I figure its some sort of medication... otherwise they would not have been so angry." She held it out for him to peek inside. Truly, they looked more like candy to her than anything else... Kid's these days... So weird...
Scrunching her nose, she returned to his original statement... part of which was still echoing in her head. "What did you mean by saying, 'you make things sound weird?"
Posted by randtherrin on Mar 1, 2010 15:13:27 GMT -6
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>>"That sounds about the same for me as well... If not for work, i would have been at home right now- Not being chased down the street by rabid teenagers."
Rabid teenagers, he knew a few cops back home that felt that way about him. He was a special case though and the charges against him should be dropped, even though they never would be. He wasn't as bad as those teens at least, it was just a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. Of course back then everywhere was the wrong place for people like him. Thats why he kept moving, only a few days in once place at a time.
>>"You wouldn't happen to know what these are, would you? One of those girls dropped it, and after I picked it up they started after me... I figure its some sort of medication... otherwise they would not have been so angry."
He snapped out of his daydream to look at what she was talking about. Taking the bottle he dumped a few of the pills into his hand. Their colorful little smiles looked familiar, L.A? The stuff he had found there was a little different, they were triangles and some had stars on them. If these pills were the same it would be best to just forget about them.
"Never seen these exactly but I've seen something close. When I was in California some guy tried to sell me ecstasy...pretty nasty stuff and its illegal. Even if this is something else I say dump them in the sewer, bottle and all."
>>"What did you mean by saying, 'you make things sound weird?"
He always said something that lead to this. He had to chose his words more carefully, but since she asked he might as well go all in. Well maybe just half way or he might start talking about home and that would lead to issues. He leaned his head back and pulled his jacket collar down so the outline of his artificial voice box could be seen.
"I meant what I said. I don't sound like this from a cold this is my normal voice...I had an accident when I was a kid so my voice is artificial."
>> "Never seen these exactly but I've seen something close. When I was in California some guy tried to sell me ecstasy...pretty nasty stuff and its illegal. Even if this is something else I say dump them in the sewer, bottle and all."
Ecstasy?... That sounded familiar. Where had she heard that before? Probably somewhere on the internet... She nodded, and held her hand out for the bottle again, before he dropped the ‘Illegal’ part into his explanation and she snatched her hand back like she had been burned. “Illegal?... No wonder they were so mad...” Her voice squeaked, and she unconsciously started wiping the hand that had been holding the bottle onto her jacket. She accepted the bottle back with the opposite hand and promptly upturned it into the gutter as he had suggested. The empty bottle was tossed into a trash can next to the street light, and she wiped her hands of the matter once and for all.
>>"I meant what I said. I don't sound like this from a cold this is my normal voice...I had an accident when I was a kid so my voice is artificial."
Her question was answered, without even having to really ask it. She did cringe ever so slightly though, and wondered if her question had come out sounding rude... or stupid. Either choice made her want to hide in her coat. As she peeked meekly at the spot he had uncovered to show her, she spotted the crosswalk light change from the corner of her eye and started out across the street. An accident... That was why his voice was so different. Well... not different, unique. Yes. That sounded much better in her head. She shuffled along, pondering what to say. Finally, after a few moments, she spoke up.
“I don’t’ think you make things sound weird.” She paused, her lips puckered as she thought. “I can understand what you’re saying perfectly fine.” Another brief pause and she added, “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of an Accident was it?” She hated to pry... but it was the only thing she could think to talk about at the moment...
