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?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The center of the universe. everyone knew that the earth indeed held the center of the universe and the united states was the most significant of the countries and new york the most prominent of the states and new york city being best of the cities in the state. Of the city, time square was the center of it all, the most important of it all. and In time square a sneaky little retro, vintage shop managed to finagle its way into a nook of the plethora of huge buildings, it was the most important of all the spots in time square and in that shop there was a rack of clothes that were amazing and so fascinating that she had to fight not simply taking everything she wanted. that rack was easily the most signifacant in the shop, the prices were perfect and the selection was vast and unique.
Just a few inches away from the most unbelievable garment on the most important rack in the sneaky, little, clever shop in the most prominent section of the best city in the most important state in the most significant country on the only worthy planet of attention stood the center of the universe. Her hand fell on the garment and she hoped up and down with joy. She held up the blouse and spun it around. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She hurried toward the dressing room to try on the shirt and the arm full of clothing she had in her arms.
She kicked off her shoes even before she entered the stall and shut the door. This was the best day ever!
I might disintegrate into thin air, if you'd like... and I'm not... the dark center of the universe, like you thought.
Well, it took a lot of work to find the place she'd found, and she was really was quite certain it was the only one around, and the specials were quite 'special', and the items quite 'retro', and New Age Retro Hippies thought this sort of thing was chic.
It didn't take a jump in logic to assume anyone with a hint of fashion sense could equally and easily screw her over by buying what she'd wanted. Case in point, Lenna came early.
~*~
A brown leather steel-toed boot came down on a puddle, breaking its mirrored surface as the brunette mercenary made her way across the intersection of Times Square. Her shoulder broke the line of the crowd as people shuffled past their reflections on shop windows. Lenna clutched the neck of her leather jacket, and tightened her scarf against the cold. It had been chilly that week, and a day prior, it had rained. The water had ran down the glass of her new apartment's window like cars down the street of Fifth Avenue. In her boredom, she'd raced them. Hadn't had much else to do. Today was different, though. Today, she'd decided her funds were fair enough to break the humdrum repetition of waiting for an assignment from Slate, and go shopping.
Thus, as she approached the vintage shop that had smuggled its tiny form in-between buildings, like a wedge in Times Square, she carried a happy Columbian tune in her heart. Today was going to be better than rain drops falling.
Today, she'd clock a woman over a t-shirt. And it would be good.
~*~
The handle of the dressing room door turned, then paused. Three quick raps at the wood. "Someone in there?" Lenna asked hesitantly. She held a good pile of clothing tentatively under her arm.
Gawain was shopping for clothes. ... Yeah, he didn't quite believe it either.
Usually he left the 'shopping' (defined in the broadest sense of the word, not necessarily including an actual exchange of money for goods) for Maya-days. People were less likely to stare at a teenage girl looking at boy clothes than a teenage boy looking at girl clothes. Unwritten rules of society. Today, he only needed something decent for Gawain. Slipping from one mirror into the other, he made his way across quite a few shops in downtown New York. Making sure nobody noticed when or how he entered and especially when or how he left. Walking around, he actually tried some clothes on, but didn't like any of them, and as he moved on to the next shop, his mood was getting worse. Dressing up for a fancy occasion was not his cup of... whatever. The next shop looked like some kind of retro-hippie-vintage... hard-to-define-without-sarcasm place. Gawain rolled his eyes, glancing around from a smaller mirror on the wall, and decided not to spend any time in a place like this. He could hardly imagine how anyone would wear most of these outfits, let alone wear them for a party. Moving on to the closest mirror, he found himself looking into the dressing room. This happened a lot to him when he was shopping for clothes - the routine was to slip into the reflection to whoever was inside the stall, and move on without being noticed. He didn't even look. He noted that the one in the booth was a girl, slightly older than himself, and was currently undressing to try on the pile of clothes she hoarded. Although the sight was definitely more pleasant than most sights he encountered in places like this, Gawain's mind was occupied with other matters right now. Besides, in the last almost-seventeen years of his life he'd seen more of the female body than he asked for. Besides, peeping at girls from the mirror? That's just wrong. ... She had nice legs though. ... Before noting any more nice things about said person, Gawain felt an unusual sensation. As if his mirror-walking powers had suddenly been drained, he lost his grip, first on the reflection, then on the mirror itself. "What the..." Not being able to stay on the other side any longer, the teenager simply lost his balance, fell out of the mirror... She's too close she's too close ... and the rest was a tumble and a mess. "Oh, sh*t."
Tyranny glanced at the door, “one sec, if the other stalls are taken, and we need to share, these things are big enough for two or three, best dressing rooms ever.” What could she say, she was having a good day and was in love with the store. She set the top back on a hanger and was down to her undies…she would have just opened the door, but the underwear she was wearing today was , while covering the essentials a bit skimpy. She glanced for a skirt or shorts or
--"What the..."
A falling teenage male…In an attempt at saving herself from total ownage she turned to meet the tackle head on. And left her in a terrible position. Her hand hit the handle and pushed the door out ward as the male landed on her. there bodies on the floor, Her back hitting the nice clean carpet and the invaded above her, It looked bad as was but even if they had been in a less provocative position they still would have been a male and a barely dressed female on the floor.
--"Oh, sh*t."
She looked up at the spicy number above her and let out half a grin before her hands went wild trying to latch on to her new perverted male playmate.
“see plenty of room for, for two…or three.” She said as she fought between laughter at expressions and a wonder if she should be attacking the young man for all she was worth? She balled her Right hand into a fist and would began to pummel the young man, If he didn’t manage to either apologize or ask her to dinner immediately.
>>“one sec, if the other stalls are taken, and we need to share, these things are big enough for two or three, best dressing rooms ever.”
A feminine voice politely replied. Lenna glanced at the line of dressing room doors down the retro shop's hall. All two of the other dressing rooms were occupado. "Yup. Looks it." That was the down side about small indie shops, it seemed. Not space for much else beyond the merchandise. Oh, but the merchandise was nice. A silver zipper ran back and forth along teeth as she waited. The old jacket under her arm zipped and unzipped.
Her eyes wandered towards the visible line of racks in the shop behind her. Oh, that shirt was nice too. Her mind drifted languidly from her armload of 'must haves', towards the 'possibility'.
>>--"What the..."
Her attention snapped right back to the door of the dressing room as it swung outwards. The sound of tumbling could be heard within. Blue-green eyes slowly fell to the scene on the floor. Lenna blinked.
A dark-haired teen lay atop a dark-haired woman. Just what exactly... had she been invited into?
>>--"Oh, sh*t."
A crappy situation, looked like. The male's utterance certainly made it all sound like an accident.
>>“see plenty of room for, for two…or three.”
An accident the scandily-clad woman was all-too-ready to pass off as fate...
"... Right."
So, either she'd been closer than five feet to some mutant wanderer who'd fallen from out some wall, or there were shenanigans afoot. Lenna's eyes narrowed as she slipped into the changing room, and pushed the door shut. There was no need to show the entire shop the scene unfurling. She bent to slide a hand under the boy's right arm. If he didn't fight it, she'd help him to his feet.
Under her breath, Lenna muttered a rather-understated "Are you insane."
Movies made these situations look so hot and romantic. Well, Gawain concluded in time with the impact, they were not. He had a barely dressed gal under him, true, but he also hit his knees and elbows pretty bad, trying not to crush her, and it took a great deal of effort to stop mere inches before their foreheads crashed together. To avoid it, he had tilt his head to the side, so he ended up with his nose buried in the girl's hair. His backpack yanked on his injured shoulder. Ouch. The first thing he felt once the fall was over was said girls hands on him. No screaming, no yelling... yet. Again. What the... Lifting his head, he looked at the girl, and whatever he was hoping for, the look on her face changed his mind. Nah, she's definitely gonna hit me. He was aware that the door was open, and that another person - another girl? - walked in, closing it behind her. Feeling a hand under his arm, he allowed her to help as he scampered to his feet in a hurried manner. "Oops... I'm sorry." he apologized with a lopsided grin on his face "... well, no actually I'm not... but I didn't mean to." Backing away from the girls, he decided it was high time for an elegant (and quick) exit. And then he felt something he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. The cold, hard, unyielding surface of a mirror on his back. The grin was erased in an instant, and his eyes grew wide. I'm so dead.
Posted by avelload on Nov 24, 2009 22:21:05 GMT -6
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~~"Are you insane."
“He is in the right city if he is.”
--"Oops... I'm sorry." well, no actually I'm not... but I didn't mean to."
Tyranny laughed as she helped herself to her feet. And grabbed a skirt from her stack of clothes and started to shimmy into it. “ well, the apology didn’t hurt, but the truth is even better? I didn’t mean to knock you out the mirror. You won’t be getting back in there while your near me. How long have you been watching?” the placid smile on her face was a trap, his answers were very much going to dictate how his day was going, a young man just traveling through, Fine. A peeping tom looking at the best thing on the menu would not be tolerated. At the very least she’d send him home with a shiner.
She grabbed a top that she had tried on twice now, it was her prized choice. And after she had it on, she introduced herself to the pair of strangers that had seen her in next to nothing. “ I’m Tyranny, by the way.” She looked to the other female and shrugged, if you haven’t guessed by now that wasn’t what it looked like.” Messaging her rump where she landed hardest.
He was sorry? Right. And teenage boys all wanted the -same thing-. Hmm, interesting. Right now, he seemed to want an escape route. That set him above certain other, more opportunistic, teenage boys. And the way he was groping the mirror set him above the average human in the gene pool.
She opened her mouth to comment on the oh-so-obvious mutation, but was cut off. By interesting. Her eyes shifted to the dark-haired woman slipping into her skirt. Tyranny. It seemed Tyranny was her name. A woman named Tyranny. Yes, everything about this situation was confusing. Addressing the first concern!
"Hold on a second. You rocked him out of the mirror? You." A half laugh. Her. Because it obviously wasn't Lenna. Who had a history of this before.
Being locked into a dressing room with two hot girls was supposed to be good for you. Well, it wasn't. Gawain still had his back and palms against the mirror, trying to understand just what the hell was going on as he looked from one girl to the other. At least Tyranny (?!) didn't seem to mind the whole tumbling incident. Good. He might survive after all.
>>"I didn’t mean to knock you out the mirror. You won’t be getting back in there while your near me. How long have you been watching?”
Gawain's cheeks turned slightly pink at the question. "I didn't, I was just passing... whoa whoa whoa, wait, what?! Y-ya did this to me?"
Girl number two seemed to have problems with that statement too. She looked amused. >>"Hold on a second. You rocked him out of the mirror? You."
Gawain rolled his eyes. Just great. One mutant, one girl with freaky knock-you-out-of-your-element powers and one innocent bystander who thinks this conversation is not making any sense. She might be right.
Posted by avelload on Nov 27, 2009 21:14:24 GMT -6
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~~"I didn't, I was just passing... whoa whoa whoa, wait, what?! Y-ya did this to me?"
**"Hold on a second. You rocked him out of the mirror? You."
The female looked amused.
Tyranny tilted her head at the two. “ Yeah me, I don’t know anybody else that zaps other mutations like I do.” She answered the lady first. Turning her eyes to the young man, first of all don’t give me that just passing through nonsense; you are just passing through a row of women’s changing rooms, right? And more so you don’t get to “whoa whoa whoa,” beep beep back anything up. you can admit that you have been peeping or you can attempt to get me to believe other wise but until then, you don’t get to learn more about how, or why you aren’t getting into that mirror other than I had something to do with it.” and then a piece clicked into place from the new girl, who was oddly comfortable. “Or maybe one of us?” She looked at her with a hopeful question in her eyes. She glanced at the pile of clothing, she was half way through? After a moment of thinking over how much the boy must have seen in his day, she wasn’t worried about his “innocent” eyes and the new girl well she came in knowing they’d be changing together. She started to shimmy back out of the skirt picking up a pair of ridiculous bellbottoms, with a fantastic folksy stitch all through it. with tha would go the pale rose peasant top and the white and red bandana.
"Don't know anybody else..." Lenna repeated quietly. Then she hadn't come into contact with any others with adaptation. She was completely in the dark about what she did. Funny! Because right there in front of her stood one of her kind. The temptation struck Lenna to stick out her hand and shake this 'Tyranny' woman's hand 'hello'. But that was forward. Very forward. A bit too forward for Lenna's tastes.
But funny! Very amusing... more writers like this, and the show would get a prime time slot in no time.
The Young and the Dressless.
Or possibly
Temptation Dressing Room.
. . .
In the few weeks since Lenna had purchased her first television and subscribed to her very first satellite television plan, she'd realized just how insane these 'Americans' are.
Wasn't filth in the film industry enough? Did they have to shove it into every show at every hour small children might be watching, and make sure it was available? She was glad she'd grown up around books and the best films countries could produce. Filth like that produced these days probably wouldn't have made it overseas to Columbia when she'd been younger. The only thing that would have made it overseas back then was pornography, and honestly, it was a step above some of the crap that was on TV.
A smirk slipped helplessly over a banana peel and onto Lenna's face as she tuned back into Tyranny's chatter. She was withholding information until he spoke up for his actions.
Cute. Like something a little kid would do. Or possibly a very sloppy leader. 'I won't tell you key detail 1 until you tell me key detail 2'.
Key Detail 2.
>>“Or maybe one of us?”
Lenna opened her mouth. "... you're awfully sloppy with your fishing. Listen, kid. This here girl is completely human. Humanity's claim against the 'rise of mutantkind' or something like that." She dropped 'air quotes'. "They have this power that weakens or nullifies whatever causes mutants to do what they do. And before you think I'm one of you, shut up for a second and stow that smug look I know you'll be giving me, girly. I only know of them because I've met them..." Key Detail 2... how about she lied and went with False Detail 3? "One of them spoke up when my power of probability manipulation made a mutant's power go on the fritz. They thought I was one of them, too. It was cute. Really. Stow the secrecy and tell him what you know. He's probably terrified."
Lenna slipped past the once-again-changing Tyranny, over to a bench by the mirrors, and set down her armload of clothing with all the composure in the world. A hand went up to unzip her leather jacket. Lenna unwound her red scarf, and set it alongside the jacket, atop retro jeans.
She had no problem with changing in front of the kid. All that stigma was relative. Shades of gray. People put up their own definitions of 'right' and 'wrong'. And really... she wanted to try on those clothes...
the black turtleneck t-shirt came off, up over a forwards-slumped Lenna. It joined the ranks of its brethren in her clothes pile. A hand moved to snag a very distressed-looking Millennium Falcon T-shirt.
She'd look good rockin' the Star Wars. Or die trying.
What. The. Hell. Gawain could swear his brain was making a strained noise while trying to sort out the situation. Especially because said brain was struggling with a lack of oxygen.
Changing room. Zapping. Two bossy girls. One teenage guy. Um. Panties. Lots of skin. Mutant powers. Scratch that. Anti-mutant powers. No way out.
Conclusion... conclusion... conclusion? Oh, right. Now this was either the beginning of a classic live-action porn movie (ow man ya lucked out), or he just managed to stumble into the lap of two people who were genetically equipped for picking on mutants. Struggling to keep his mind floating inches above the gutter, Gawain had to admit the latter case was much more likely. Life sucks.
There was too much information. Tyranny was still accusing him of being a peeping tom while undressing in front of him Don't look for heaven's sake don't look and the other girl was talking about all kinds of weird stuff about mutant powers while undressing too and...
"All right, that's it!" It was a tad too loud. He wondered if someone heard him from outside the changing room. They probably did. Bet they don't have the nerve to knock. He kept his voice down. "Would ya both mind stopping the stip act for a sec and work with me here?" he looked from one girl to the other "Not that I mind or anythin', but to tell ya the truth the power zappin' thing is creepin' me out. So." he turned towards Tyranny "I swear to God I was not peepin' at ya. Sorry luv." then he looked at the other one... what was her name anyway? "And I am not terrified, thank ya very much for your concern. And yes I am a mutant and a mirrorwalker, and I don't give a crap about interspecies relationships as long as they don't involve me, so. If ya would be so kind to" 'air quotes' "'un-zap' my powers, I'd be on my way." So far, so good. Sounded quite manly and confident. Minus the wandering eyes. And the lopsided trademark grin that crept back onto his face. "... or not. That depends on ya ladies."
~~"Don't know anybody else...""... you're awfully sloppy with your fishing. Listen, kid. This here girl is completely human. Humanity's claim against the 'rise of mutantkind' or something like that."
Tyranny tilted her head and was dumbfound, She Never , never was at a loss for words but there she was her jaw dropped and hanging there waiting for Lenna to say the punch line….She was Human?
~~"They have this power that weakens or nullifies whatever causes mutants to do what they do. And before you think I'm one of you, shut up for a second and stow that smug look I know you'll be giving me, girly. I only know of them because I've met them..."
“Uh…” was the sound that came from her throat. This wasn’t good, the words were building like a storm ready to break, a lighting bolt and a clap of thunder might have been all that happened a second ago, but now a full on tropical storm was getting ready to hit.
~~"One of them spoke up when my power of probability manipulation made a mutant's power go on the fritz. They thought I was one of them, too. It was cute. Really. Stow the secrecy and tell him what you know. He's probably terrified."
The sky was turning green and was building, a cold cell from the north hit a jet stream of warm air from the south making the perfect setting for a F5 tornado. Her jaw finally stopped hanging there uselessly and clenched when the woman tried to tell her what to sdo, drop the secrecy? What the hell was she talking about, She somehow knew enough about her to tell her she was a human and she was a mutant and that she was in some club to stop the mutant rise….well. Her mouth opened and yet her teeth were still clenched, her knucles were white. And she carefully stopped grinding her teeth….She was still wearing the perfect shirt. She was about to launch into a fury, when the male started his Tirade.
**"All right, that's it!"
She cautiously unbound her hands and she felt the pain of where her nails were biting into her fingers in protest. She started to pull her favorite shirt off of her trim torso, and was about ready to spring on the chick that “knew” so much about her.
**"Would ya both mind stopping the stip act for a sec and work with me here?"
Tyranny let a burst of air out of her nostrils and grabbed another top not caring what it was and put it on . Fine, she got the one young man that would tell two women to stop taking their clothes off and listen to him, instead of simply sitting down and enjoying his life.
**"Not that I mind or anythin', but to tell ya the truth the power zappin' thing is creepin' me out. So.”
She finished pulling on the top and stared at them both.
** "I swear to God I was not peepin' at ya. Sorry luv."
She glared at him. He was either a liar or…bilnd. Why was she mad at him for supposedly behaving? Because she was mad, that’s why!
**"And I am not terrified, thank ya very much for your concern. And yes I am a mutant and a mirrorwalker, and I don't give a crap about interspecies relationships as long as they don't involve me, so. If ya would be so kind to"
She waited, the Torando was ready to land and toss around the trailers now, maybe a barn a tractor and a cow to boot.
**"'un-zap' my powers, I'd be on my way."
Its not nice to keep a Tornado waitng…
**"... or not. That depends on ya ladies."
Finally! Her eyes settled on the female first. “What the Hell do you mean I am Human?” the statement half hope, half outrage, she had finally come to terms with being a filthy low life mutant, she even felt bad about all of the ones she killed or hurt.
“And more of them can do what I can do, and you can do it too, but you are a mutant, You are the one that needs to cut the crap and give up the secrecy, how the heck do you know what I can or can’t do anyway?” besides the obvious. “ and so what if he is terrified, You should hop around in mirrors not looking at gorgeous women if you don’t want to get caught, not doing it.” Offend easily in weird ways much?
“and Its ok, You looked at me more than her a second ago, and I had more on than she did. I can’t just turn off my power…ability. What ever I have or am…” She stepped back up against the door so he was out of her range. “ but I can put you out of my range.” She was as far away as possible and he would be able to clear the three feet mark if he stepped close to the mirror and tried again.” She glanced at him again. “ and no, your cute, but a little young and your that depends on you ladies grin combo came a bit to late to close that age gap.”
“as for you.” She looked at the woman. “Keep talking.” It wasn’t a request, it wasn’t even the distant cousin’s friend’s uncle’s neighbor to a request.
A woman near the front of the clothing store turned as she heard a voice scream out.
>>"All right, that's it!"
The cash register dinged! Another customer walked out. The sales attendant turned her attention back to hanging clothes. Someone had just found the perfect outfit they were looking for. Obviously. Her attentions would be drawn to them when they left the dressing room. She just had to see what all the fashion-related commotion was about!
Back in the clothing room, Lenna stared at the inside pattern of a Millennium Falcon tee.
He was shouting. She had her shirt up. If someone came in, they'd be in for a treat. Obviously, he was mad enough that he didn't care what this scene looked like.
"Hmph," Lenna finished pulling the Star Wars shirt down over her head.
>>"Would ya both mind stopping the stip act for a sec and work with me here?"
Stop the stripping act? Done. With the stripping, fully dressed now. What other non-strip stipulations did he have to boss her around with?
She let him talk.
He had a lot to say. As the dust settled, Lenna could not hide the mischievous look on her face. Right. As if they had wanted to 'zap' anything. And he wasn't scared? If he gave the dark-haired gal a few minutes to let that pot of rage she had simmering come to a boil, he would be. It was all so funny. This whole situation was hilarious.
She turned in the mirror to check out how the Millennium Falcon fit. It looked... stellar. Good. She'd buy it.
As she turned around to face the pair again, something boiled over. Simmer, simmer. It seemed while her back had turned, little miss Tyranny had gone tyrannical.
>> “What the Hell do you mean I am Human?”
Jab 1!
>>“And more of them can do what I can do, and you can do it too, but you are a mutant, You are the one that needs to cut the crap and give up the secrecy, how the heck do you know what I can or can’t do anyway?"
And jab 2!!
>> “ and so what if he is terrified, You should hop around in mirrors not looking at gorgeous women if you don’t want to get caught, not doing it.”
Here comes jab 3!! Oh, Lenna was roiling. And reeling.
>>“Keep talking.” Tip-top-Tyranny demanded.
"Okay, okay," Lenna pushed back a laugh, pushing, push push shoving the air in front of her away. She held up her hands for them to cease and desist. It was too much. Too... heh. A laugh escaped her. This really was too much. "It didn't work, then? Fine. I'm human too," Lenna smiled dangerously at Miss High-Standards. "Judging from the way you stepped out of range, you are too. Unless there are some mutants that do funky jive like nullifying powers, and have an aura with a range of about five feet or more, in the exact same way as an Adapted. But I haven't met them. And if you were, your stepping out wouldn't solve anything, because I'd still be affecting him." Cute logic, really. "What I do know, is that there's at least one other like me who affects mutants at a higher level than I do. Within that person's aura, a big red mutant might go completely feeble, lose whatever strength they had. Within mine, they go pink and burly. Nothing more. Nothing less. For you,"
Lenna's eyes shifted to the poor 16-year old. "What's your name anyways, kid? My name's Lenna. So, you walk through mirrors, huh? Anything else I should be worried about nullifying?"
Gawain's brows furrowed with the effort of making sense of the whole conversation. The kid was smarter than he liked to admit, but it still was a lot of new information.
"Ooookay, so let me get this straight: you both are humans, who happen to have an aura that nullifies mutant powers, right? Whoa man, this sounds like somethin' out of a science-fiction movie." he half-frowned-half-grinned in disbelief "And you two don't know each other. Shiny."
Leaning back against the mirror - just in case, and because it was more comfortable - he settled in for a longer conversation. Even if Tyranny (and Lenna) could have put him out of their range... well, this whole thing was just getting interesting.
"That shirt's cool by the way" he nodded towards the recently discarded M.F. t-shirt with a smirk "And nice ta meet ya, Lenna. My name's Gawain. And..."
>>"Anything else I should be worried about nullifying?" Blink, blink, tiny lightbulb above head, yes please stay with me until midnight and we'll see
