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.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 13, 2018 18:33:58 GMT -6
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He was a tad irritated at himself for mishearing and he was half tempted to make some joke about how it was harder to hear from way up where he was... or would have if he hadn't been sitting. "'ell I can't say noose too 'ell so Eike it is." Even then he had to wrestle with it a bit. It was hard to tell if she blushed or was just flushed with anger at the whole fiasco but hoped his genuine compliment had taken the edge off of whatever misunderstanding had occurred. "I' your a noose I am a grizzly. Sonethin quick and snart 'e 'etter choice. Nicknanes are not strong suit though." Offering a shrug of his broad shoulders at that and the closest he could get to a wry smile.
She decided to follow along behind him which was not entirely unexpected, but it made his palms itchy and he felt like he was being stared at. He doubted she was going to try and kill him with some sort of crazy laser eyes or something, but it was in his nature to be careful so he occasionally glanced back towards her as best as he could as they walked.
"See 'ery snart. They can 'e rather annoying at tines." he glanced back to see her putting her hands in her jacket. He hoped he wasn't about to get shot. Getting shot hurt and made him a special kind of pissed. Given the company he really didn't want to be pissed at this girl. So to defuse the situation he stopped so he could turn to look at her with a big grin. "Only 'hen the noon is 'right and high." Which he found pretty funny considering it was a new moon at the moment before offering a shrug. "I see sonthin I do sonethin a'out it." Pausing before grinning again with a deep chuckle. "Though 'eing a 'oogenan is 'art of the 'un."
He gestured for her to walk alongside him. "I thinkin on doing sonethin I 'oulda done it already dun ya think? Naking ne all twitchy hiding 'ack there. Or do you not want to 'e seen 'ith ny ugly nug?" His face settled into a brief smirk before he started walking again. 'Please don't shoot me in the back..'
She grunted in agreement. "Annoying is one word for it." She could think of several others. "I'm not very fond of people who follow along blindly because 'the law' says so."
She could appreciate the see something do something attitude. She was like that with... eh.. most things? Erik stopped and so did she. She blinked up at him, craning her neck to do so. She supposed the boogeyman aspect of it was pretty fun, but she wouldn't know from experience. People tended to underestimate her based on her height and looks so she didn't often scare anyone until she started swingin'.
"I thinkin on doing sonethin I 'oulda done it already dun ya think? Naking ne all twitchy hiding 'ack there. Or do you not want to 'e seen 'ith ny ugly nug?"
It took a moment to decipher that but when she did her whole face turned scarlet. "I have short legs, okay!? I don't like walkin' next to tall people and making it super obvious!"
Equal parts embarrassed and fuming she did indeed march up to walk along side by side, but not without her shoulders hunched up and a moody glower on her face. "Ain't got nothin to do with your face. I've seen worse before."
Her height had always been a sore point, even after gaining a few inches. It wasn't her problem that half the city was occupied by freakin' giants! She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 13, 2018 20:40:05 GMT -6
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"Anyone 'ho does anything 'lindly is 'oolish." It could be said of a great many things and not just cops and the law.
Of course her reaction to his offer was.. way way outside what he would have expected. He conveyed this stupidendous revelation by blinking at her a few times and noting her very red face and a more indepth look at her legs. He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. "There is tall then there is this." Gesturing to himself to emphasize the point. "Everyone looks short conpared to this. 'esides your legs are nice and suit you good." Not exactly what he wanted to say, but his little speech impediment getting in the way limited his clear speaking choice of words somewhat.
The glowering and mad? posture her body language took on mad him raise his hands a bit defensively before chuckling. The imagery of an small sulking woodland creature next to a bear came to mind silly nicknames or not. Her question caught him off guard by it simple randomness of it all. Or was that a request? This one was hard to read. He found himself taking pity on the short legs and in trying to be nice and alleviate the strain (and try and impress her with his thoughtfulness). One of his huge mitts grabbed the back of her jacket and plucked her off the sidewalk with every intention of just plopping her on one of his broad shoulders.
Her eyes drifted down to her legs and the blush tripled in intensity. Was this guy thick or was he purposefully dropping compliments on her right and left?
...Oh... oh god, was this flirting?! She didn't know how to react to flirting, let alone from someone twice her size.
Panic settled in as she searched for what to do. Flirt back? She was awful at flirting! Ru away? Well, she could, but that would probably look awkward. Maybe she should-
"Ack-!" Her feet were suddenly not on the ground. Her feet weren't on the ground!! She was stuck in her jacket, legs swinging for a moment, before being sat down on a huge shoulder like a @$%#ing parrot! The shock of the whole thing left her speechless. Beyond any of her normal emotions. She adjusted to her new perch slowly, having to cling to his shoulder and the top of his head to stabilize herself.
It felt like she was riding on a goddam elephant!
"Red...Dude, Why am I on your shoulder like a pet monkey?"
Though, come to think of it the view was better from up there. "Jesus, why thy hell are you so hot? You filled with lava or something?!"
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 13, 2018 21:55:29 GMT -6
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Considering she didn't bat an eye when she was shot at or having to fight people he would have found her panicamusing if he was the least bit aware of it. Sadly for her he was not so further compliments were probably forthcoming. Once he had her on his shoulder he moved his hand to hold lightly near her foot so if she flipped backwards for some reason he could catch her. Forwards he wasn't too worried about. Her little comment found an eyebrow perking on one side of his face as he looked over at her (and finding it far easier to do so). Was she getting snippy? It was hard to tell.
"It seened like a request and ya seen cool an I was trying to 'e nice cause yer cute! An cause I 'igured we haven't known each other long enough to wra' your legs around my head!" Strangely getting clearer the more growly he got as he was also completely aware of the double entendre and wholesomely awaiting her reaction to THAT. Especially since she couldn't just run away. This impromptu plan seemed like it was getting better and better. But damned some people just couldn't take a hint or help. As a vigilante perhaps she wasn't used to people being nice to her.
Once the fallout from that little tidbit had been resolved he answered her question. "Not that hot. Just exageratin. Is cause I an the devil renen'er?" He joked a bit and almost shrugged before realizing that was probably a bad idea at the current moment. "Jus' how I an. Cones with 'eing all strong and huge I guess. Never 'een sick niether though so night 'e sonething there too."
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Cute. That word was quickly becoming a lethal weapon in its own right. Smartass, brat, difficult... there were a lot of words people flung at her, but. not. Cute. Any response she had planned dried on her tongue and she snapped her jaw shut with the absence of words.
"Oh... well. Okay then, not what I meant, but thanks then." Being carried was weird. This whole night was weeeeird!
A beat passed as she pondered over what he had said.
Wait...
"Wait...The hell did you mean by wrapping my legs around your head?!" Her fists were tiny in comparison, just she aimed to bonk him on the head anyway. "You being a pervert? Wanna go?! I'll tussle!"
She wasn't sure if she should be horrified because the comment was directed at her, and she knew what it meant... even if it had taken her a moment... or if she should be more frightened of the fact that she was old enough to actually think about stuff like that now. Elke had known about that kinda stuff since she was twelve, due to her father's many excursions outside the home, and having two older brothers who didn't know how to keep their traps shut.. but she had always simply scoffed at it until a few years ago. Goddamn hormones kicking in and messing with her brain, making her feel stuff.
She moved a little too much and lost her balance. Ended up hanging backward over his shoulder since he had been prepared to catch her leg if she fell. She could have sat herself back up... she was in great shape, but she really didn't wanna face the embarrassment that resided up there where Erik could actually look at her. So she chose to just hang there, bushing and grumbling to herself.
"How old are you anyway? Better not be like fifty or something." He didn't look it, but hell, some people were over a hundred and looked like they were still in their thirties.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 15, 2018 17:17:10 GMT -6
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Hmph! He finally got the woman to say thank you! Just as he opened his mouth to respond with a your welcome her brain seemed to kick into just what he had said or at the very least how it could be taken and she went from 0 to 100 in the next heartbeat. It took a considerable amount of control to stop from barking out in heavy laughter and allowed himself a chudkle instead. Taking the well deserved punch to the head in stride before smirking over at her.
"Nornally you carry with leg on each shoulder. Oh! You wan't ne to exlain the other kind?" He found it rather enjoyable seeing her blush and regardless of the rhetorical nature of her questioning answered it anyway. "No nore then any other 'erson and we are going sonere already." To the last he just gave her a flat look that conveyed his unimpressed attitude towards someone trying to start a fight while being carried.
As she flipped backwards he flinched and caught her leg, an action that would have inadvertently crushed it months ago. She seemed content to just dangle on behind him and her weight wasn't any bother. It was weird to be a living jungle gym, but he figured he would survive the experience.
"Eighteen. You?" He responded in a reassuring manner though he wondered why that particular question cropped up or even mattered. "Sosed to know the nane of every diner in town?" Knowing america it was something like 'The Griddle' or 'FlapJacks' maybe even a bit of humor and something along the lines of 'Greasy Spoon.' Damn maybe he should name restaurants for a living. Those sounded pretty good to him.
Just as he was contemplating lucrative career choices there was a ripple along his back and he froze. It seemed like a quarter had been dropped into a pond and in this case the pond was Erik's back. He gave a loud grunt and very slowly and with the utmost care and gentleness pulled her to the front of his body to cradle her with the intention of setting her down on his feet. Unfortunately he never quite got that far and sank to his knees as a precaution against dropping her as much to ward of the waves of pain that came from his currently bone crunching and disturbing shrinking process. Flopping back to complete his journey to the ground and letting his arms fall to his sides as he resumed his normal size. Leaving a fair skinned Erik wearing much to large clothes and an Elke atop him. A detail that didn't immediately register to the lightly sweaty Erik as he finally unclenched his jaw and was busy gulping down breaths.
"I am glad I didn't drop you." That was a small feat of self control he never wished to repeat and as if to add insult to injury a beeping alarm went off from his backpack. "Little late on that particular warning." He sighed out and looked to Elke. "Um.. suprise?" Half expecting the woman to run away screaming for the hills as the Devil turned into a handsome (in his opinion) man.
She huffed, crossing her arms as she still hung over his shoulder. She wasn't coming back up until her face cooled down!
He was 18? In what dimension!? "Eighteen. Nineteen in September." She replied back, then added. "If ya don't know the name, how are you supposed to avoid the bad ones? Like, everybody knows not to go to Roy's Dogs on 57th cept' for tourists. You say the name out loud though and ninety percent of the city will warn ya about it."
She was going to list off more suspect places but felt the strangest movement undulate through Red. "The hell was th- She was interrupted by being brought to the front and cradled suddenly. She might had snapped at him for the surprise move had she not seen eerily similar movements before. This had to do with his power, didn't it?
"Oi, Red!" There was a smidge of panic in her voice and her hands just kinda fluttered around uselessly. Was she supposed to touch him? Would it hurt more? @#$@! Elke was so distracted by the transformation it almost didn't dawn on her that she was pretty much straddling him until he stopped shrinking. That was when her brain kicked back into full gear and she sat up, hands splayed out at her sides and hovering in the air like touching him would burn her. She was holding herself up off of him with her thigh muscles alone, suddenly and acutely away of the very attractive boy beneath her. For one precious moment, she just stared down at him, wide-eyed in shock.
"Um.. suprise?"
Oh, there was definitely yelling.
"What the everloving @#$@?!" One of her eyes twitched as she dropped her hands on either side of his head and leaned in. "You tellin' me you had a bite-sized version of you in there the whole time!?" Of course he did! Goddamn shifters just loooved to flip it on and off and surprise everyone!
Barely a beat passed before her mood shifted again and she started looking him over closer. "You okay though, Red? Looked kinda like it hurt a lot."
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 15, 2018 20:56:38 GMT -6
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Erik half wondered with the pose she took if she expected to take flight like a helicopter when he transformed with the outstretched pose she had assumed moments before. The other half was realizing there was a very hot indian girl straddling him now that the initial adrenaline had run it's course and gave him a perception of such things. It certainly hadn't been his intention to have things end up this way, but having her brain herself on the concrete cause of his change was not something he felt he could live with.
Then his brown eyes blinked as she was even closer! Eyes slowly widening as he got an even more detailed account of her face. All the little things that made her uniquely her coming into focus as apparent as a firework in the morning sky. The blush spreading as she cussed him out and he was so lost he almost missed her question. "Yee.. no.. sort of." he croaked out and wondered why his mouth felt so dry. Clearly nothing to do at all with the beautiful woman hovering over him and looming ever closer. Whoahwhoahwhoahwhoah how much closer has she going to get?!?! Scarlett blooming in full as he spoke again in a small voice his heart beating fast and hard enough it hurt.
"I am and it does. Can't control it. My birthday's in August." The poor old guy in charge of his thoughts dying of a stroke at all the sudden activity. Wires got crossed and the pressure of the moment as backup systems failed and he blurted out whatever thought came next. "Your stunningly gorgeous." In a far more different tone then his earlier flirtings, more genuine somehow and no small amount of his own hormones causing havoc. "You trying to kiss me? I wouldn't mind.." Now the control center hit the emergency shutdown and reboot button. Erik felt like he was going to say more but suddenly lost what it was and just ended up staring, dumbstruck.
He started turning red and she briefly wondered if he was going to return to his big red form... until she realized it was just his face. He blurted out something about his birthday and she pulled back a little bit, blinking. Sure, okay. August. Whatever.
"Your stunningly gorgeous."
The Native lurched back, plopping down on him in surprise as color decorated her own cheeks. His words struck her again with a second punch, more like an uppercut, when he mentioned kissing and that he wouldn't mind if she did. She should have passed out from the amount of blood that suddenly rushed to her face, but thankfully no such thing happened. Instead, the teen lurched to her feet and a few steps away and was running her hands through her hair. No one had ever spoken to her in that... that tone before.
Boys had called her "hot"... but gorgeous? Has anyone ever blushed while looking at her before? She snuck a glance at him before sucking a breath in. Get it together, girl! She resisted the urge to slap some sense into herself and turned around.
"Sorry Red, I don't kiss on the first date." Her face was still red. She tried to keep a haughty expression on as she stepped closer to him again. If he was still on the ground she would offer her hand to help him up.
Of course turning to face him meant that she had to look at him again, and after him calling her gorgeous she had a hard time not looking at him as well. A freckle on one cheek stood out. @#$% it was cute. From what she had felt he was in great shape even in this form. Only a few inches taller than her now too.
"I...uh.. I mean, second dates maybe..." She fidgeted on her feet, torn between the urge to run away and staying put.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 16, 2018 21:59:18 GMT -6
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The Russian suddenly felt like one of those novelty stress balls where the eyes bulged and the ears popped when you squeezed them when she landed on his stomach. Forcing out whatever miniscule air reserves he had left after his thoughts trainwreck into the situation that was now forming. It took him a full heartbeat and a deep breath to realize he was neither being punched into oblivion or kissed. Her face as red as his before she got up and walked away. He expected her to just keep on walking and he sat up believing he would be watching her petite frame go for good. He sighed a bit a this own stupidity and ran a hand through his own hair.
Then he heard her voice and he blinked and looked up, a bit surprised it wasn't from much further away then it was. He tried not to look too pleased by the fact she hadn't run away and failed terribly. The blush faded somewhat, but a smile brightened up his face as she extended a hand to help him up. With one hand on the waist of his pants he gladly took it and hefted himself up with her help. Wait.. was that an offer or implication? Sometimes subtleties in English were lost on him, but he let himself remain hopeful.
It took him a moment to realise she hadn't let go of his hand either and he blushed once again. Feeling a bit exposed and vulnerable and looking not unlike a kid playing dress up in his parents clothes with the now far too large tank top and loose fitting shorts turned capri's. After a moment to appreciate her return he finally found his words again. "If it wouldn't be too much to ask could you play lookout while I duck into the alley here to get changed into something that fits?" Gesturing with his chin towards a more private alleyway. The out of place backpack when he was giant no doubt making more sense now. "We can go back to holding hands after I am done if you want." Increasing the pressure on her hand just a bit to give it a squeeze before reluctantly freeing himself. The hand quickly finding a useful task in keeping his pants up as he walked into the alley a bit and slung his backpack onto a trashcan and opened it up.
He turned his back towards the entrance of the alleyway and got to work. As someone who was far too used to having to change frequently he quickly swapped out the dreadfully large tank top for a simple gray t-shirt and replaced the shorts turned capri's with nearly identical but fitting jeans and slipped them on before adding socks and shoes. He folded up his 'old' clothes neatly and shoved them into his bag before packing it all up and slinging it back into place. He rejoined her and had a mixture of a wry and shy smile on his face as he offered his hand to her. "Make a decision?"
She tried not to stare at how the big clothes hung off of him. Really, she did. It was hard considering that the tank top was too big and he has had to hold his pants up. She shifted awkwardly and fixed her gaze pointedly at his face. The moment he squeezed her hand she just about lost it, jerking her own hand away while he shuffled off to get dressed.
The Native swung around so her back was to him, clawing at her face with her hands at just how stupid that slip of the tongue had been. The ground could open up under her and she would welcome sweet, sweet death with open arms. But... maybe not before hazarding one little peek...
She turned, caught an eyeful, and turned back around so fast her braid slapped her in the face. She was sure she was so red now that she looked like a walking @#$&in' stereotype. The teen slapped herself a few times to clear her head and jumped when Erik's voice popped up from behind.
He was holding out a hand. Dressed in clothes that fit him, a little smile on his lips. Elke stared at the hand like it was a poisonous viper for a moment... Really, a viper would have been easier to deal with. A hot guy opening flirting with her was not something she had prepared herself for tonight.
Still, if a little hesitantly, she reached out to take that hand with her own. Decisions?
Flushed practically fuchsia, she grumbled out a, "...I still want pancakes." And let him lead the way.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 17, 2018 15:19:34 GMT -6
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Erik had the courtesy to let that slip of the tongue go with little more than a rapid double blink and a blush as he walked away. He even had the good courtesy to ignore all the sounds coming from the alleyway. Then he damn near made her jump out of her skin for whatever reason and mentally noted she was a jumpy one with yet another blink. Which suddenly he realized he seemed to be doing a lot around her! His heart seemed to freeze in the moment she seemed to regard his hand like some unclean thing undeserving of his touch. As she took it he hid a relieved sigh in an larger than normal exhale and wiggled his fingers to lock between hers with a happy grin.
Then he seemed to finally notice her face was a deeper shade of red then he thought even possible. It couldn't possibly be just from holding hands they had just done that with less intensity than this. The only other- oh.. OH.. His own blush returned in some strange contest to match hers. There was a little flutter in his stomach and chest as he thought about it. More flattered and something else he couldn't quite put a finger on. His throat felt a bit tight as he tried to speak, "I see you weren't lying when you said you'd watch." He was far from angry about it. If their roles were reversed he doubted he could have kept from sneaking a peek too. Some mixture of feeling desired and flattered the most prominent emotions in his tone. The fact it was her made it ok somehow and he took a deep breath to try and calm his own fraying nerves. If she tried to bolt he had her hand and doubted she was good enough to wrestle herself from him instantly at least.
"You will get your pancakes I promise. Think I will have some too, with some bacon.. and maybe some french toast." He mused his thoughts aloud. Food. Food always made him feel better. A comfortable constant from his life he couldn't escape no matter what. True to his word it didn't take them long to happen upon 'Lucky's' diner. One of those places that existed because the food was good enough to keep the truckers and old hands coming back that passed through and best of all 24 hours. He held the door for her as they entered and were hit with the scent of maple syrup. A pair of lone truckers occupying separate booths their only company aside from the waitress and he guided them over to a booth then paused as he hit a newfound dilemma. He murmured low to her, "Um do you want to sit next to each other or across?" It seemed silly and he felt suddenly stupid for asking it for some reason as a new blush hit his cheeks .
He joked about her peeking. Oh %$#&! The jig was up, she'd been caught. The Teen's cheeks darkened considerably and her jaw worked for a moment while her brain lagged behind. Finally, indignantly, she mustered a lame, "S-Shut up!"
Coherent thought drifted away after that as she found herself gradually more and more fixated on the fact that she was holding a boys hand. The last time she had held a boys hand had been years ago, and just as awkward... but there had been ice cream and video games, and threatening bodily hard to an older brother to distracter her.
Here it was just her an Erik... being terribly awkward together. Six words kept bouncing around her head on repeat.
I'm holding hands with a boy...
Over and over in an ever growing lower crescendo.
I'm holding hands with a boy!
The entire walk to the eatery, even the promise of food, she moodily kept reminding herself that she was holding hands with someone she'd seen in the buff and there wasn't some extraordinary reason behind it. It was just because she.. wanted too.
There was a hiccup at Lucky's, though. Erik wasn't sure if they should sit together and asked her about it. She blinked at him stupidly with a tilt of her head. He was asking her?! @$!
"Uh..." She replied eloquently, "%@#$, I dunno. I ain't never been on a date before."
She thought about it for a moment as logically as she could before angling a wry smile his way."Don't think I mind sitting next to you so long as we don't have to fight over elbow space."
She slid herself into one of the bench seats and let him decide if he wanted to sit next to her. Meanwhile, she pulled out one of the cards they had pilfered off of the Irishman and blinked at it before stashing it away again.
Better to not use it than risk leaving a paper trail for the cops, on a deadman's credit card.
Posted by Erik Volkov on Aug 18, 2018 19:52:03 GMT -6
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It was the lamest response in the history of lame responses as she told him to shut up like they were twelve years old. He noted with no small amount of amusement she did not deny the claim and wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. The journey to the eatery was quiet save for the sound of his heart beating in his chest. If he didn't know better he swore he'd been shot. Maybe there was some shrapnel from that .22...
His little smile returned as she swore, but didn't really believe what she had said next and his eyes narrowed for a briefly as his thoughts flickered across his face visibly. Her cute smile sending him grinning and looking away some a he faked a scratch on his cheek to hide it some before he slid into place next to her. "Mhm." A server brought over some menus for them, introduced herself and flitted away to keep herself busy and out of whatever nonsense was developing between the two teenagers. Once back in relative privacy he spoke again unable to help as the question burned itself into his head and demanded some sort of answer.
"I haven't been on a date before either, but people expect guys to do the asking and up until recently I just..." Unable to really think of a single defining reason why he just shrugged. "But how the hell does a beautiful girl like you manage some epic poem style feat like that?" It was a relief to get that embarrassing admission out of the way and his burning question out in the open. He was watching her responses carefully for some sign of a subterfuge on her part or just more of those endearing reactions she seemed to have. As he did so an idea struck him, a wonderful and terrible idea and he began its execution.
Whenever she looked away or thought she wouldn't notice he scoot just a bit closer to her. One part training, and another just being the cheeky fellow that he was. His task to scoot as close to her as he could until she noticed. Not that he minded whatever demented horseman of the apocalypse rode into his head and left that little gem of thought. Erik was more than happy to get as close to her as he could even if he expected to receive an elbow into his body. The lure of a closer proximity and a fishing of another one of her reactions would be worth the price of admission.