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.
James was up to his usual antics. Whistling to himself as he escorted an over packed beast of burden from room to room. Enjoying the strain he was putting her through by making her take everything around at once.
Sara had two large sacks over her shoulder. A basket balanced against her right hip on the same side, and one bundle was balanced on top of the stack of folded garments. Then there was another sack she just couldn’t’ manage to carry, so that one was dragged across the floor. Of course James was no help. Nearly prancing out a head of her and making her push the heavy doors open. Annoying more then anything… For now.
First stop was the brake room. James unlocked the door then stepped aside, making a grand movement with his hand and giving Sara a mocking bow. “After you Snookums.”
Sara leaned back against the door to push it open as she dragged the bundles inside. Not letting her back turn to the infamous Guard. She remembered this room from last time.
Once inside she dropped two sacks on the table Rupert had used as a desk. A quick glance around the room told her, except for James, who was now staring into a mirror, with his head tilted back in order to examine the most resent growths inside his nose, the room was empty. Well Empty was good. She hadn’t enjoyed her conversation with the other guard. Not the way he used his ipod to hide. He wouldn’t even argue with her properly. Oh and looky what she had found just laying on his desk. He hadn’t taken it with him?
A small smirk formed across the felines face. Carefully she flopped different stacks of towels down on Rupert’s desk. Leaving the ipod alone at first. Next she walked over to the cabnet pulling out the dirty of towels. Hadn’t Rupert heard of disposable towels? Well either way she was using this to an advantage. Tossing the coffee stained towels onto his desk she stacked the clean towels then with a smooth motion of her tail she turned and pushed the dirty towels into the basket. No papers had been shuffled but the ipod had magically disappeared. She packed herself back up and cleared her throat, indicating to James she was ready to go to the next room.
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Rupert was up to drinking, on average, two cups of coffee an hour. It had started out as something to do. Get up, walk across the room, fill a cup, sip at it, look dishearteningly at the last drops, repeat. Refill pot as needed. Seven weeks later, he was getting headaches if he didn’t have at least half a cup in his system from nine to five. All this coffee drinking had repercussions. A reckoning, if you will. Frequent reckonings.
Rupert came out of the break room bathroom, wiping the water off of his hands and onto his dress pants. Hand driers: he wasn’t a fan. Really, he should just bring some of those raggy towels in there, and leave them. James and the lioness who had something against friendly advice and his papers where in the room, though they looked to be leaving. He didn’t acknowledge either of them. He just went back to his chair, pulled it out, sat down, and reached for his iPod.
Huh. Apparently he hadn’t left it in the usual place. Rupert began to curiously lift up the papers on his next. Some of these stacks were getting ridiculous. If they got any thicker, they’d develop sentience. Huh and double huh. He patted down his pockets, though he knew he wouldn’t have brought the little thing with him into the bathroom. Not after what had happened to its predecessor with that drinking fountain. Water and expensive electronics didn’t mix well. There was a perfectly sized bulge in his inner coat pocket—he hopefully tore it out into the open, then slumped slightly. Just his notepad. He always carried his notepad. Continued patting turned up his badge, his cell phone, a half pack of grape Bubble Yum bubble gum, and the phone number for the vet. Right... he was going to call and see if ferrets needed rabies shots. That thing worried him. There was no iPod in his clothing. Within seconds of reaching this conclusion, Rupert was under the table, searching.
There was no iPod under the table.
There was no iPod under the chair.
There was no iPod anywhere.
...Someone had taken his iPod. Rupert sat very stood very still for a moment. Then he went to the table, opened up a drawer, and took out the master remote for all the collars in the Camp. Someone had taken his iPod. He could only hope it was someone he could shock.
Sara was ready to leave, when she heard the water turn on in the break room bathroom. Had she missed the flush? Or maybe the other guard, what ever he was, was just being anal with washing his hands. What with handling all of those papers. Ok. Not really important information.
Again she glanced at James who was dawdling while she held the bags. The very heavy bags. Leaning in the mirror another time to make sure he had nothing in his teeth. Nope no growths like nose hair, had grown on his teeth. Sara mentally kicked herself. My the things she was starting to think about when she was working with such an idiot.
James finally turned away from the mirror and started walking away when the door to the bathroom opened, and guess who walked out! Ipod man! Sara let her eyes flick in his direction as he sat down, then found that something was missing. She smirked. Then jut as quickly wiped the expression free from her face.
Now she just needed James to open the door, what with her hands full, and she’d be on her way to the laundry pool, dumping the entire basket of towels in the water, only to discover the ipod or ipod man’s when it was just too late. Wouldn’t be her fault. The thing just fell in her basket. Technically she didn’t even see the thing when it fell, what with the hurry James had her in to get things done.
Now she just really needed James to open that door. Any time would be good. Preferably now….
Sara’s eyes flicked in James’s direction but the guard was just standing there. Clearly amused at the show Rupert was putting on. “Dude, I mean **** What the ******* **** Are you doing? Loose a play boy or body builder monthly?” Not that James would ever look into one of those body builder monthly magazines.
……Great….
Sara wondered how fast someone would stop her if she just walked out the room by her self.
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“Dude, I mean **** What the ******* **** Are you doing? Loose a play boy or body builder monthly?”
Rupert looked at the guard, slowly. James. He didn’t particularly care for James. The man practically sneezed sunbeams after a hard day of tormenting the freaks. He even worked overtime on Saturdays. “I bet you got beat up in high school,” he said to the man, before his brain had time to catch up with the fact he was speaking out loud. He waited a moment for speaker’s remorse to set in, like other people waited for an old friend to knock on their door. Huh. No regret yet. Which, according to Rupert’s gut, could only mean one thing. He put out his hand in a no-is-not-a-option manner. “James, give it back. Now. Or should I just dock your pay for it?”
James stayed leaning forward over Rupert. Mean while Sara shifted her weight to her right foot for better balance. She just may have a long wait.
“I bet you got beat up in high school,”
James’s grin seemed to fall away. What?! WHAT! Who told him about James’s high school days. And his middle school days… and his days escorting his little sister to her girl scout meetings. Little girls were scary. Even scarier when earning those badges. Did he really have to be the volunteer attacker during the self defense badge? Or the rope tying badge? Or the…. Scary thought scary thought scary thought.
For a minute James James’s eyes were wide. His skin looked grey. Then just as quickly as he had lost it, he regained his cool. Running his fingers through his hair. Yeah that fixed everything.
“James, give it back. Now. Or should I just dock your pay for it?”
Sara smirked. Clearly beginning to enjoy the show.
Mean while James was knocked off his game yet again. “Huhhh? What? What the **** are you talking about! What ipod? I haven’t seen that thing since the last time I was here!”
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((ooc: lol, Were! The Girl Scouts! No!))
“Huhhh? What? What the **** are you talking about! What ipod? I haven’t seen that thing since the last time I was here!”
That decided it. Conclusively. “Right,” Rupert said, letting his hand drop back to his side as he gave the guard a dead pan stare. “Then how did you know it was my iPod that was missing?” He took a step towards the man, getting into his personal space. “James, I think we need to get something straight here.” Another step. He was in the pervert’s dolled-up face, now. “Two things, actually. First off, just because I wear headphones, and just because I don’t give a damn about talking to any of you, it doesn’t mean I don’t hear you. Let’s see, what would be a good example?” He tapped his chin in a manner of utmost thought, his eyes never leaving James’. “Oh, perhaps all that talk about playing a prank on the pansy-ass supervisor.
“Which brings us to item number two, James. Do you know why I’m a supervisor, and you’re just a guard? That’s because, James,” he reached out one finger, and gave the man a light poke to the sternum, “I am the baddest mother****** in this place. The things I’ve done to these freaks makes you all look like the simpering broken pieces of unresolved-adolescent-issues that you really are. I am the ******* Big League, James. You’re still warming the bench at peewee softball. So give me,” poke, “my *******,” jab, “iPod,” shove, “back.”
(I see now that I mistyped the statement from james. But it’s works. *grins.*)
Sara couldn’t watch. Her head bowed so that her hair fell over her grinning face. Oh but at the same time should couldn’t look away. Her eyes tilted up, flicking between the two. This was like a train wreck. Only not screeching of metal and screaming of innocent men and woman. Only poor stammering James, whom Sara could only feel sorry for, and the superior guard on the rampant search for his beloved ipod. Almost as entertaining as the WWE.
“Right,”
James gave a satisfactory nod. That’s right! Once again fully sure of himself and all his undeserved self confidence. Any lacking self confidence could be gained back in double later.
“Then how did you know it was my iPod that was missing?”
Then all of the self confidence was gone. Blown away. “Well I used my deductive reasoning that you people acuse me of lacki---“
James, I think we need to get something straight here.”
“We do?” No we don’t
Jame’s mouth worked like he was saying something. He was going to say something but the words just refused to leave his lips. Did Rupert know his nostrils flared when he talked like that?
“Two things, actually. First off, just because I wear headphones, and just because I don’t give a damn about talking to any of you, it doesn’t mean I don’t hear you. Let’s see, what would be a good example?”
James gulped.
“Oh, perhaps all that talk about playing a prank on the pansy-ass supervisor.
James raised on finger between him and Rupert as if it were a shield he could really hide behind. “techniquly I did not, just, talk about playing pranks on you.” Problem was Rupert was never in his office at the right times for the planned pranks to work. ( Hope that is ok.) “And you do act like a pansy-ass some times. At least you normally do.” James took a step back. Should he hide behind the furry freak in the corner?
“Which brings us to item number two, James. Do you know why I’m a supervisor, and you’re just a guard? That’s because, James,”
Wow. Was it just James or had Rupert nostrils become even wider?
“I am the baddest mother****** in this place. The things I’ve done to these freaks makes you all look like the simpering broken pieces of unresolved-adolescence-issues that you really are. I am the ******* big league, James. You’re still warming the bench at peewee softball. So give me,”
Peewee softball. There was something James had thought he’d forgotten. As bad of memory as girl scouts. He coughed as the finger was jabbed in his chest.
“my *******,”
Now Jabbed he found his self beginning to trip. Like an imbecile trying to fly, his arms shot out to the sides, waving frantically to stay on his feet.
“iPod, back.”
And there came the shove.
James’s flailing arms failed him and he crashed, backwards, to the floor. Sprawled for a second, in the classic spread eagle. For a moment James’s face was paper white. Eyes wide as he stared straight up at his aggressor. Then like some old fashioned cartoon, hi cheeks turned bright red, and he picked himself up. “**** Dude! Not cool. Definitely not COOL!”
Of course James was all about cool.
And what cooler thing to do then get pissed right back at your boss and shove him back. Yeah that seemed like a nice mature thing to do. So James did.
“**** off. I didn’t grab your ******* ipod you *******, ****** up ****.”
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Rupert stumbled a step backwards as James shoved him, then caught his balance. He noticed something while he did: the smirk on that lioness’ face. He scowled at her. “You’re enjoying this, are you, freak?” He couldn’t blame her, but he sure as Hell could vent some aggression her way. If he was in her hideously deformed paws, he’d be getting a kick out of this, too. With all of the crap that James pulled—
Rupert had a thought.
It was a good thought.
“Hey, lion.” He called, smiling dangerously. “How would you like to get a free pass out of your work for the rest of the day? It’ll only take a few minutes of your precious time.” He jerked his head at the laundry. “First, forget that. Second,” he looked back to James, his smile widening to sickening proportions. “Grab his arms, would you?” Rupert cracked his knuckles quite meaningfully.
He didn’t actually intend to hit the guy, particularly while some freak was holding him. It wouldn’t do any harm for James to think he would, though.
“Last chance, Jimmy.” He said darkly. “It’s just an iPod. I can put my headphones in, sit down, and go back to ignoring the fact that you’re breathing the same air I am.”
Sara glanced up. Not caring if her smirk was seen anymore. “Wouldn’t you?…. Sir?”
“Hey, lion.”
Sara raised a, fur covered, eye brow. “I do have a name you know.” As if he cared to call her by the proper fraise. Hell, She’d even be happier if he used the name, Mutant 0623, rather then freak or lion.
“How would you like to get a free pass out of your work for the rest of the day? It’ll only take a few minutes of your precious time. First, forget that. Second,”
Forget about laundry for a day? First it would probably pile up even more for tomorrow. Poor Neena. Then again Sara could use some extra rest that didn’t involve her going to isolation. Isolation. Never an easy sleep when one has to keep watching the walls.
Ok so he had her attention. “And”
“Grab his arms, would you?”
She nodded. Dropping the bags of cloths, then setting the basket full of linens, towels and ipod, down on the closest table. “you are sure that there will be no punishment for helping assault a guard?” Sara questioned.
“It’s just an iPod. I can put my headphones in, sit down, and go back to ignoring the fact that you’re breathing the same air I am.”
James’s confidence slipped away as he watched the feline circle around his back. “you ****** up ****. You’re ******** crazy! She’s not touching me! It’s just an ipod like you ******* said. You ******* said it your ******* self.”
“Oh don’t get your g-string in a bunch!” Sara said coming around his shoulder from behind. Sure to lean in his face with her pointed smile. Suddenly she jerked forward, faking a lung. The move sent James backwards and as he made his backpedaling steps, Sara’s tail came around the back of his heal then brought his foot forward and up. The move just could have been an accident… Well it could have been.
Still smirking she glanced at Rupert. “I’d hold him but I also have a belief in karma. And I think Karma will already be after me with what I’ve just done. She nodded her head in James’s direction. Coincidently the laundry basket was in the same line of sight.
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Rupert’s lips twitched at the lovely scene before him: pervert on the ground spouting desperate nonsense, lion talking about karma, and his own quest for a stolen iPod. He took a moment to appreciate another day’s lunacy at the camps. Then he took a step towards James. And another. And—“Whoops!”—he just happened to trip the toes of his boot into the guard’s ribs. “Sorry about that, James. Are you okay? Your excellent escort manners with the big bad lioness aren’t coming back to haunt you, are they?” He asked, pleasantly smiling down at the man. “You know what? I believe you. I don’t think you took my iPod.” I don’t think you’d have enough of a spine to deny it for this long if you had. “I’m very glad we’ve straightened that out. Now you can help me find it.” His smile died. “One week, James. I want it back on my desk by this time next week, or it’s coming out of your pay check. And we might just see what happens if the lioness here gets to take you into one of those off-camera closets you like so much.”
He looked up at the furry woman. He didn’t bother to hide his distaste for her features: he never did. She was an abomination of nature. It was very hard to get over that fact. It didn’t stop him from keeping a civil tongue in his mouth, though. “Thanks for the help. Sara, was it? Did you happen to see anyone else in here?” He knew the lioness didn’t take it: if she had, James would have been having a field day with his remote when Rupert came out of the bathroom. Or, at the least, he would have already shifted the blame her way. He didn’t think he was going to be content pushing paperwork while his iPod was AWOL. It was more than the principle of the matter: that thing had been expensive. Not to say that this wasn’t about principles. Someone had taken his iPod.
Sara couldn’t help but smirk at the miss placed foot attached to Rupert’s leg. Too bad he hadn’t swung the foot back a couple of more times but then again, there were cameras around. James on the other hand was curled with his arms rapped around his mid section coughing. Dear. Had the wheezy Ruppy hit him with a steal toe boot? It certainly felt like it. Then again he’d also said the same thing about a soft sneaker.
James’s eyes opened wide when Rupert mentioned what just might be the guard’s own karma coming back to bite him on the back side. No. It couldn’t be his own karma coming back after him. Could it? He’d done enough good deeds to make up for it. Like the hole volunteering for the girl scouts rope tying badge. And those ropes bunched everywhere!
“You know what? I believe you. I don’t think you took my iPod.”
Jame’s face unscrunched as he looked up. “Really?”
“I’m very glad we’ve straightened that out. Now you can help me find it.”
“Ahhhhhh….” James’s face turned back to it’s pasty white completion. He didn’t know where to start looking. And he definitely didn’t like the next suggestion.
--And we might just see what happens if the lioness here gets to take you into one of those off-camera closets you like so much.”
Although Sara liked that idea. Sara liked that idea a lot and she showed it with a wide pointy toothed grin. The look stayed on her face, even when she was addressed by Rupert, who was staying clear in his disgust at her with his expression. Not something she wasn’t used to. At least he was civil.
“Thanks for the help. Sara, was it?—
She nodded. Wow. It seemed he’d actually bothered to look up her name. No doubt in that endless paper work. Still she gave him an extra brownie point on the score board in her head for even remembering it.
--Did you happen to see anyone else in here?”
“No, Sir. It’s hard to see around the piles of stuff for the wash, but I hadn’t seen any one else in this room since we entered, and the halls were almost completely empty.”
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“No, Sir. It’s hard to see around the piles of stuff for the wash, but I hadn’t seen any one else in this room since we entered, and the halls were almost completely empty.”
Rupert latched onto that last bit like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood. “Almost? Who else did you see? Was it any of the guards our little Softball Player here likes to hang out with?” Rupert knew some prank had been planned against him, and he knew his iPod was gone. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. The guards were right: he didn’t spend nearly enough time outside of his office. He was going to fix that. As of today, they were going to see a lot more of him.
He looked down at James, with even more distaste than he’d looked at the lioness. She had been born an abomination. He had let himself become one. “Hey, James. Why don’t you make yourself useful while I talk to the nice zoo exhibit, and bring that laundry to the pool. In fact,” he turned with the smile of a man who has had a very good idea, and grabbed his coat off of the back of his chair. “We’ll escort you. That’s what you do, isn’t it, James? Escort women?” His smile stayed fixed in place as he motioned for the guard to proceed.
It certainly didn’t take a genius to put two and two together, although it might of taken a smarter man then Rupert to put two and two together and come up with the correct answer. On the outside Sara was calm, smiling, composed. In her head she was pointing and laughing, rocking back and forth on her heals.
“Almost? Who else did you see? Was it any of the guards our little Softball Player here likes to hang out with?”
“It’s called baseball!” James protested before realizing how harsh and lowed his voice suddenly sounded, then added a sheepish “Sir.” At the end as if that really made him sound better.
Sara tucked her lower lip between her teeth as she thought. This would be so easy to put the blame on someone else. Like Michel Chase, or the lunch lady formally known as she thing. Even Doug could be interesting to watch and see his reaction. She had the head guard eating out of her hand, well, claws. It was sort of a hand. A paw like hand. The problem was none of the ones who could have been close to the guard barracks were people she was being vindictive towards. And things could back fire if she were caught in the lie. “None whom I know the names of Sir.” Was her response. Hopefully Karma would remember her for not mentioning anyone.
“Hey, James. Why don’t you make yourself useful while I talk to the nice zoo exhibit, and bring that laundry to the pool. In fact,”
Note to self. Remove any and all brownie points from Rupert’s score bored in Sara’s head. Her smile faded as her upper lip curled. Responding to the zoo exhibit. “I’m a science fair exhibit. If you’re going to insult me to my face, get it right.” She grumbled in a low voice. She may have been born a mutant but she wasn’t born looking like this. Not that anybody ever cared to ask.
“We’ll escort you. That’s what you do, isn’t it, James? Escort women?”
James had nodded his head, bowing as he got up. “Yes sir, Right away sir, scary boss man sir.” He grabbed for the bags and managed to balance two of them over his shoulder. Then the basket, then he grabbed for the third, only to dump one of the bags he was already holding. The basket was set down, back on the table as he horridly stuffed the spilled cloths back into the spilled bag.
Quietly Sara leaned against the table the basket had been place. Guess she made carrying large bundles of cloths look easy. She used the distraction to pull another slight of hand. Working between the bars on the side of the basket, with her hand out of anyone’s view, she pulled the ipod free and tucked it safely up a sleeve. Next chance she got, the thing would be tucked under her waist band. She had been thinking about eventually giving the thing back but the zoo comment made her decision.
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As James struggled out the door with his precarious load, Rupert can’t help but send a sniping question after him: “James, I’m going to ask you something. I know you aren’t here because you did wonderfully in grade school, so I want you to take your time and think about it very carefully.” For the first time in weeks, Rupert was smiling as he walked out the door of the barracks. “Do you really think antagonizing me with your little quips is a good idea? To put that in easier terms: do you think I should just replace my iPod out of your salary, or should I upgrade to a better model? Maybe one of those ones that gets internet...” Rupert’s eyes looked up to the sky, quite thoughtfully. “What are they called? They look like iPhones, but without the phone part.” He came back to earth. “Huh. Actually, that might take more than one paycheck.” Since the pervert could get food at the cafeteria and sleep in the barracks, Rupert didn’t even have to feel phantom guilt pangs over taking away his income. On that note: if the Camps wanted to really cut expenses, they could just make this place a human prison, as well, and let the human prisoners play guard dress-up. Honestly, it might be an improvement: at the least, it couldn’t get worse.
“So, Whiskers,” Rupert said, turning back to the lioness and offering her a gentlemanly arm to aid her down the stairs, “What’s a fine-looking lady like you doing in a squalid World War II mock-up like this?” The freak sure liked to flash those teeth of hers around, so Rupert flashed some of his, too. If he didn’t have his music, then he was going to have to find entertainment elsewhere. Rupert hadn’t been lying to Jamesy-poo, before or after that kick to the ribs: he did have to potential to be the biggest, baddest mother****** in this place. He’d impregnated his mutie girlfriend then locked the icy ***** in here, he’d always supported the NYPD’s unofficial ‘if you’re going to shoot a freak, shoot to kill’ policy, and—in one of his more inspired moments—he’d forced a young fox mutant to chose ‘heads’ or ‘tails’ in a coin flip over whether her sister’s wolfie brains would get blown out. Yep. There was more than just bark behind those teeth he was flashing. He thought it was a guard who’d taken his iPod. But Hell, if it was a mutant... All of those activists on TV were pushing for equal treatment, weren’t they?
James sulked as Rupert went on about his intelegence and his pay check. His PAY CHECK!
“So, Whiskers,”
Oh good another nick name. Well Whiskers was better then pussy or puss in boots. Sara didn’t ware boots. Shoes had never fit her feet. Nonetheless she played along. Taking his gentlemanly arm, with the opposite arm of what had his ipod hidden. Maybe he’d realize she was touching him or something like that.
“What’s a fine-looking lady like you doing in a squalid World War II mock-up like this?”
“Enjoying the scenery.” Sara replied as she painted on what she hoped was more of a dignified look. Her mouth closed with only the curl at the corners hinting at her smile now. “I mean, Playing one on one with one of your stalker robots, only to be given an over dose of tranquilizers, anything’s possible. Right?” For Sara that over dose had to be several dozen over a normal mutant’s limit but it gave Rupert an idea. She was sure he knew the rest.