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.
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Yeah. That’s messed up. So... there’s this party. (CS)
So, she’d been fairly easy about the details of the whole thing with Evelyn. Laughed about it. But the point was, she had learned about some really messed up stuff she had dealt with, and then forgotten about. And the normal people she would have talked about this stuff with were like ten years older than her and did not care... or else, they were her girlfriend. And would freak out over just one mention of the nuttiness she had dealt with. Or else, they were her supposed ex-girlfriend, and... and maybe that was worse? Also, she could not just find her. Felt like she was being avoided. Or maybe it was just bad luck? So, who to talk to, who to talk to? Who who who?
Lenna had listened. She was a good listener. But what she had said was fairly concise. Kind of a “We should probably not speak of these things, and SUPER... not here.” With the shifty eyes. And then, she had said Sam might be willing to talk about some of it with her. Or at least spar with her, to help take her mind off of them. He, apparently, had his own unique perspective on life. If he ever wished to speak of it, like a Man. And then, she had left. Without even offering her own opinions about anything? What the hell?
What was going on with Lenna?!
Compartmentalizing. That’s what she’d been doing before. Focusing on the power side of the equation, rather than the giant mess that was the rest of it. Made things easier, even if it was not healthy. And now, she got to deal with the aftermath. So— so she sought out Sam. Unique perspective or not, he would at least listen. They could complain about how hard it was being them, together!
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 24, 2020 9:02:55 GMT -6
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”And in conclusion… suck it drunk.” Sam said giving the middle finger to the camera on his laptop before turning towards the door. ”And yes, I’m more popular than you.” he said as he shut the laptop and then pushed himself from his desk. ”I am.” Bruno barked in response because Sam was going to open the door while his cat was indifferent.
Opening the door Bruno ran around Amelia twice hit her with a few licks then booked it to the nearest exit. Sam just raised an eyebrow. ”What’s good?” he asked curiously. H
Of all the things she had expected coming out of Sam’s room, a dog was not one of them. A girl? Sure. A student he’d been training, okay. But a dog that buzzed around her and licked her legs? Nope.
Amelia took a step back when the dog bolted out, mostly out of shock. She was a dog person. She had owned a dog back in the day. To her, that day had been some time several weeks ago. But he had gone to doggie heaven some years ago, from this timeline’s POV. Poor Ozzie. So it wasn’t the dog that surprised her. Just the suddenness of it all.
She watched the dog run around her, run around her. Bent to try and pat it. Got some licks. Then, skadoosh! Off, the dog went.
“What’s good?” Sam asked.
“Nothing much,” she said casually. Even though her head was full of thoughts.
“How’s the shoulder?”
She shrugged the shoulder. “Better. Doc. Fully healed.”
These succinct replies were making things a little awkward, weren’t they? She needed to get the ball rolling, fast.
“So, anyways. Do you have a minute? I heard you were a good listener... and not entirely unfamiliar with the weird stuff... and I just learned a whole bag of weird stuff I need to talk to someone about?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 25, 2020 8:52:11 GMT -6
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The look on her face was painting the picture she wasn’t much of a dog person. At least that was the impression Sam got as she tried to pet Bruno. He was a lot of do meaning if she was more comfortable with smaller dogs Bruno would have been intimidating. Before he could broker some kind of common ground between them Bruno was already off doing his dog things. Leaving Sam to stand in the door way staring at Ami.
It seemed not everything was good from the way she asked if she had a second. That or she was going to ask him to do something that could potentially get him in trouble. ”I’m in.” Sam said at first then shook his head. ”I mean come on in.” he gestured to his bed or the chair. Sam just got done putting up posters of new bands and rap groups his older self never even heard of. He was making the room his own.
”Weird is my specialty.” he said flatly as he decided to sit on his bed. He disturbed his cat when he landed and she decided to investigate what was happening. Folding his legs his cat decided to climb into his lap. Sam offered pets to her as he raised some questions. ”Ghosts? I only had to deal with them a few times.” he said assuming that was it. Mutant stuff was one thing but when someone said weird he just assumed something he had only dealt with once or twice.
”Or… are you…” he gestured to his stomach and pushed it out. ”because that would skip past weird.” he said smirking.
“I’m in,” he said. As if accepting some crazy scenario she were suggesting. Even if she was just asking to talk. He corrected himself a moment later, by asking her to come on in. He didn’t need to tell her twice.
Amelia came in, and spared a glance for the posters around the room and the room itself. She had not heard of most of the groups... her mind was still in the late late 90s. Adelynn had yet to comment on it, which was good. Lucky for her, a lot of artists and bands found ways to stay relevant even ten years later. Good job, Tay Swizzle and Panic at the disco!
She plopped down on the chair. Crossed her legs, and rested her hands in her lap on the frilly light bluff ruff of a skirt she was wearing over black leggings. Her t-shirt was black, too, with a great big red heart with a dagger through it and scrollwork across the heart. The scrollwork read: if you love me, let me go. Above all of that, the band name was in big red letters, “Panic at the Disco.” Case in point. Still relevant. She had bought the shirt after her first date with Adelynn.
Weird was his specialty. Good. Judging by the rap bands... yeah. Confirmed. She wasn’t judging him for liking rap, nope. Not her. Kettle, pot, black. She liked some modern Bieber songs, even. Which might be worse!
“Cool,” Amelia nodded.
Cute cat, she noticed. And he was talking about ghosts? Amelia opened her mouth to comment on ghosts, but he kept talking, and what he said just had to be addressed.
“No. No, I’m not pregnant. If I were, that would be weird because yeah. My girlfriend would have the questions.” She air quoted ‘the questions.’
“No ghosts, either. And the only zombies I’ve ever fought have been dead for years. Well, deader.” She stared at him pointedly. “What with the shotgun blasts I gave em and all. But no. Weirder. Even weirder... I learned from my brother all about older Me. She’s, uh... well. A bit extreme. I kind of wanted to share with someone and sort through all the ‘what the ffff.’ Because I was cool with it before when it was just about figuring out powers. But now I’m thinking of the implications.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 25, 2020 11:50:07 GMT -6
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It wasn’t ghosts, thank god. They didn’t have trouble with his mutations and it usually led to him swinging stuff at them till they went away. Zombies… those he knew could be stopped with cold. He could handle those. Even better she wasn’t pregnant which is good because her girlfriend would have more questions. So what was the problem then?
Sam nodded his head and scratched behind Cammie’s ears as she let out some loud purrs. She talked to her brother. She had a brother too. Nice something else they had in common only he didn’t talk to his. That was his brother’s call he guessed but still he was going to make an attempt again.
”You try writing it down?” Sam asked thinking that would help. ”I write them down when I encounter them. Seems less…” Sam cringed a bit and made a ‘I don’t want to touch it hand gesture’ ”sticky.” it worked for young him. He had been doing that a lot lately trying to figure out what the **** happened for the past ten years with his older self. He was a corkboard and a tinfoil hat away from getting a conspiracy team together.
”How extreme? Also implications? We talking about my bullet proof hoodies?” he asked still waiting on them.
Try writing them... down? Amelia’s brow furrowed. “No,” she said. “ Like, a journal? No. I spent more time focusing on figuring out my power technique than learning how I developed it. But I suppose I could write it down ...”
Yeah, maybe? Was journaling helpful? She hadn’t ever had a diary, even though lots of girls go in for that sort of stuff. It always seemed cringe to her. Like. Your brother gets into it and you shout ‘yoooou reeead my diiiary’. And it is dramatic. But no, she had never thought of that.
Mainly, she just wanted to be selfish some more and make someone be her mental health professional because people are great sounding boards for ideas. Like Evelyn, with the power ideas.
The whole thing certainly was... sticky. Whatever it was. It was that.
How extreme, he wanted to know. And did it have to do with bulletproof hoodies.
“Pretty extreme,” Amelia said. “And yes. And no. It does deal with how I learned to do the whole bulletproof thing... but moreso, why...”
She stared at him for a good few seconds, just letting it hang in the air. Build up the drama. Then, she smiled weakly. “Wanna hear what I did summer before last?”
When she got permission, she told him. It went a little something like this.
“So apparently when the rift between worlds opened some years ago, and people’s other world doubles started wandering on through, my evil twin came over, saw me, and decided what their organization needed just then was a test subject to kidnap and experiment on. So she kidnapped me, stole my identity, and lived the next several months of my life for me while I sat in a hole... at least, according to my brother. From what I told him. And during that time, she ghosted my girlfriend... who was apparently some blonde named Serena. Same Serena who works here? Question mark. And I apparently figured out how to make a straitjacket bulletproof, broke out, found my double, assumes her identity. And then— I dunno. Some more stupid stuff. Super stupid.”
It worked for him, too well in fact. With the encrypted video ‘journals’ he was able to get a ton of information from his older self dates, times, people, powers. Heck his older self essentially left a suicide note for him at one point. It was in short a good deterrent not to feel the same way as his older self. This Sam thought the information was invaluable.
Did he want to hear what she did last summer? Wasn’t that a movie? His older self probably would have gotten that. However this Sam had no catalog of movie references to go by so he just nodded his head and sat a little closer to the edge of his bed while still petting his cat. ”I do now.”
When she blurted everything out it seemed like a lot of information to process however he understood it all. She was kidnapped, identity stolen and was forced into a cell while the other version of her lived her life. And … ”Serena….” yeah sounded stupid. The one person who enjoyed humiliating him, the one person who was always willing to point out his older version was better. He might have been cool but not Rime cool.
”Sounds like you had an eventful summer. How you planning on topping it?” Sam asked curiously trying to make a joke. You gotta laugh otherwise everything he dealt with was depressing.
”Sorry, trying to lighten the mood.” he stared at his cat for a second, ”So… you are you now right?” he asked hoping she was. Even if she wasn’t she would have said yes, no one was that willing to turn themselves in.
”I’ve been kidnapped before.” Sam said nodding his head, ”It sucked but it led me here.” he said. ”Guess you’re a fighter like me.” he said trying to give her some comfort.
Did Sam know Serena? Because the way he reacted, by repeating her name, it sounded like he knew Serena...
Bullet point: Ask Sam about Serena. Pin stuck in. That would be for later. For now— he took the story in stride well enough. With jokes, of course. But who was he? Sam. That was to be expected.
Amelia felt a little self conscious, after over sharing like that. But she could take a joke or two.
She smiled weakly at him and shrugged. “Be seventeen again maybe?” She joked.
>>”Sorry, trying to lighten the mood.” He said. The Sam asked a good question. One that was also kind of stupid. But whatever. Was she her... or Her?
“I mean, I think I am me.” She said carefully. But then. Who would know for certain. If her and the other woman were the same as kiddos, who was to say she didn’t get deaged in her place and this entire conversation based on things she had heard from her brother about herself had not been some elaborate cover by her doppelgänger, and— she needed a drink. Amelia sighed. “Pretty sure.”
But now, he had her thinking and second guessing herself. Amelia fell silent, and Sal followed up with another statement. He’d been kidnapped, too. So Lenna was not lying when she’d and he was no stranger to the Weird.
He said she was a fighter like him, and Amelia shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah. I try to be.” It was a thing she wanted to emulate. Then, she said the thing that was really on her mind.
“Aurum never told me exactly what happened between me and Me. Just that... he dropped us off at SUPER HQ after I fought her... and I brought her in, for them to deal with. Then, I just sort of stopped hanging out with friends and family for a while.”
She looked at him, and frowned. “It is really bugging me. How would I even know if I wasn’t me? And even worse... what if I tried to join them. To infiltrate the group that did that to me... I dunno, for some sort of stupid revenge kick. Because that sounds like the sort of overblown, melodramatic thing that I would do. Did I say I beat people up with the straitjacket they put me in, after making it bulletproof? Cuz I think that entire thing was mainly out of spite. To sort of spit in their eye.”
This time, she actually said it out loud as she pressed a hand to her face. “God. I need a drink.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 27, 2020 8:55:56 GMT -6
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Sam understood this topic all too well. In fact the more she talked about it the more and more he was grinning. He liked the idea of Ami kicking butt and tagging names. He almost said ‘you go girl’ but he didn’t he wasn’t sure that would have been appropriate seeing as she was questioning her sense of self now.
”Never let anyone make you question yourself like that.” he said finally. ”You are you. You are a person you exist. That is all you need to know. Everything else is kinda like extra toppings on the pizza.” he was getting hungry now. He pointed to himself, ”I’m not the same as the old me. I’m still me however.” he said trying his best to explain his thoughts.
”So memory lapses?” he asked knowing that was a typical thing for people who were de-aged and in some circles he ran typical of any type of questionable agency. ”I got it too when I got younger. Older me had the issue with a telepath.” he didn’t speak her name for fear that would be like sending out a flare for Amanda to follow. She was older and he didn’t have the control to block her out. He wasn’t willing to test his limits against her.
”Maybe you did try to join them?” Sam said shrugging, ”what a fighter would do.” he said, it would be what he’d do if someone tried to replace him and take over his life.
”Sounds like it.” he said getting up and going over to the fridge he had and grabbed her a beer from it. Cammie let out an angry meow before returning to the spot she was before Sam sat on the bed.
”Where is this HQ? You go back there to find out?” he asked cracking open one for himself.
Right now, she was self-absorbed enough to miss his manic grin as she spoke of her thoughts and hypotheses. When she did, Amelia rolled her eyes at him like Sam had cracked a bad dad joke. Him, and his goofy grin and his “Never let anyone make you question yourself.”
Did he get it? He didn’t get it, did he? Even though he’d been kidnapped, and— she paused the mental commentary to actually listen to him. And then, he made her want pizza...
He was still him. Not the same him. “Yeah,” Amelia said grudgingly. “I guess!”
Sure. She was her. Whoever her was. This wasn’t something she was going to dismiss just because he said so, but for the moment... for the moment, Amelia could give it a rest.
Sam did have plenty of weird experiences, though. So maybe he was knowledgeable on the whole WTF subject.
Amelia reached out and gave Sam’s kitty cat a few scratches around the ears. The cat acquiesced, in the way only cats can do. Slow at first, but then warm.
“Memory lapses?” She repeated. “Basically, I came to the morning after my mutation activated for the very first time. And then, found out Mirror and I aren’t together and stuff was all changed. No blank spots since then. Just a new girlfriend and learning junk about my days of future, past.”
Had there been a telepath? If there had, she sure hadn’t heard about it... but, then. Would she have told her brother?
“That’s messed up.” She told Sam.
If only she had known about her own run-in with a telepath, and what that had done to her, they could have had a nice contest to decide whose situation had been worst... but she did not.
Sam said maybe she had joined them. Again, she shrugged. “Maybe.”
From his vantage point, it seemed like he thought that would have been really clever and brave. But if she’d blown off friends and family on account of it... yeah. She definitely needed a drink. She was not at a point where she could just let him complement her on her supposed bravery, and let it slide.
The ice man rose and got himself a beer. And her, apparently. He passed her a beer, sat down, and opened his own. Amelia frowned down at the beer, and muttered “Actually, was thinking something a bit harder. Juniper made me like tequila...”
As to his question about the HQ of the place. “No.” She said, and opened the beer. Any port in a storm, right? “I have no memory of the place. I have no idea how I had memories of it in the first place. Because apparently the place I was at was in another world? Which is uh what?”
”Well… obviously you had a few if you were dating Mirror.” Sam said snapping his fingers, it would have been better if Mirror was there but he/she wasn’t and he suddenly got the feeling that Ami would not have liked the burn. He needed to have a united front with her if they were going to talk through her fears and he decided he wouldn’t poke fun at her choice in men/women.
”She’s great for that isn’t she?” Sam smirked at her name. Juniper was awesome. Tequila was not however yet he had some in one of the drawers hidden away. He could now that he wasn’t an alcoholic at least. So he got up and retrieved it from his underwear drawer figuring if someone was going to try and raid his room for alcohol they’d have to go through his underwear drawer.
”I keep some harder stuff for the fairer sex.” Sam said pulling the unopened bottle and handing it off to her. Even if she just drank some of the beer she offered the bottle was hers. ”Just don’t get hooked on the stuff otherwise we will have to have a different conversation.” he said half joking.
”You got me beat there.” Sam said smirking. ”I always have the option of going back, they tend to pop up like roaches in old facilities.” he said sipping his beer.
”However I don’t want to spread the news I’m younger. She might take interest again and frankly I’d like not to see any aspect of her. Mental or otherwise.” Sam said making sure not to say or think her name. His older self might have built up some mental defenses but he wasn’t sure if he had the same resistance his older self had and he wasn’t the type to willingly get stabbed so he didn’t think much more on it.
”So they were part of the rift then?” he asked trying to remember his conversation with Zero. That was the place where mutants were hunted and tagged. Something similar to what he did when he was… something he used to do.
”Again, whenever you aren’t sure about your memory leave notes.” he said going over to his computer and typed in a code before his older version popped up. ”Makes it really easy to keep all parties in the loop.
Sam hit play, the video started with his one eyed aged self reciting the date, a few months before the de-age. “Today in A.A.” the voice rambled on as young Sam kept talking over him. ”I try to do it by weeks. Makes it easier some times though important dates or information needs to be documented if something happened.” he was no stranger to memory lapses or telepaths. Sam hit the spacebar again and his recording stopped.
Amelia rolled her eyes at the joke at mirror’s expense. Poor girl. If she’d gotten dumped for underaged drinking of all things— it had not been meant to be. Because here she stood, beer in hand. And getting liquor, quicker.
Sam knew Juniper? “Yeah,” Amelia agreed. “she’s fun. And super cute. If I were a year or so older—“ She smiled. Wait. Sam hadn’t, had he? That thought was interrupted by his rooting through his underwear drawer for a bottle... hrm. Well. It was in a bottle so it would be clean.
She did not judge him for any casual glances she caught of his underwear. Though it answered an age old question some fan girls had about Rime. Boxers, or briefs. She wasn’t telling, ladies. They’d simply have to find out for themselves. Because Amelia was a good wingman.
“My hero.” Amelia took the bottle off his hands. And now, she was two-fisting. Beer in one hand, bottle of tequila in another. He was totally right to call her on becoming some sort of addict. She’d slow it down after she set her beer down and cracked open the tequila. Did he just want her to—?
Amelia knocked back one swig. Then, she set it on the floor and regained the beer. One shot, for comfort. That was enough.
“Don’t worry about me getting hooked.” She said. “I will be smart.”
His reply to her comment about SUPER made Amelia blink. Wait, what? He had people that wanted him back? Roaches. Old facilities. And the psychic ex who might take an interest in him if he were young... yeah. Questions, she had in spades. She would have to follow up in a minute. For now, she just listened and drank.
She would not pressure him about the ex. But it sounded like there were some roaches in his closet he could talk about. Lenna was even more correct. Weird was weird. And here they were, speaking of alternate realities.
“Yeah.” Amelia said, grimacing. “From the other dimension or what the hell ever. I don’t actually have an evil twin in this reality. That I know of.” Shifty eyed shifted around. Inside her, a thought stirred. Went unnoticed.
“Notes,” she replied. “Noted.”
Maybe she could get a crazy person wall like in those unrealistic detective shows. One with all sorts of bits of colorful yarn.
He hit play and a video of older him began to speak. Amelia did a double-take. Older Sam only had the one eye. Idly, she wondered how many jokes that elicited.
And older Sam has been in AA. Ouch. Now his comment about getting addicted to alcohol hit even harder. Had to be close to home. And he had liquor in his room now? If he ever became his old self, he’d need to pour that all away... had she talked to him about something about being there if he grew up and needed help? Because she vaguely remembered something from a haze...
Yeah. He kept journals and video journals and all that was great and everything. But maybe not for her. Maybe though!
“I’ll think on it...” she said slowly. Then, carefully she added “Sam... you mentioned roaches and ‘going back’? Going back where? What facility? Don’t talk about it if it’s about your friend. But—“ She trailer off.
Posted by Cold Steel on May 10, 2020 9:03:50 GMT -6
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”I don’t think she is really the dating type.” Sam said thinking about her comment about Juniper and smirking a little. They were friends in his opinion but he never got the vibe that there was any use into trying to make it something more than friends. They kept things casual and he wasn’t sure who wanted it to stay that way more him or her. He however dropped the subject for less enjoyable topics.
”Quick something only you would know.” he said trying to help, ”That way I can make sure no one is trying to fill in for you.” he said trying to give her a smile of reassurance. ”Me, hardest thing for me to do is sit through a romantic comedy.” he joked but a lot of people wouldn’t really think of that. ”Just hate how everything fits like a puzzle piece.” he said without much more thought on it. ”Or we could come up with a code word. Banana hammock.” he said his hands gesturing into a ‘ta-da’.
”I did.” he said turning and lifting the back of his shirt to reveal his tattoo of his number, his brand. Along with the road map of scars. Normally he didn’t like talking about it but also knew he didn’t want to shut himself off to the world the way his older self did. ”I was five when my powers activated. I was, scouted and kidnapped.” he said lowering his shirt and turning towards her. ”I was an agent of T.A.T. for…” he shifted his head to the side trying to remember how many years he was forced to work with them. ”Maybe 14 years?” he said shaking his hands a little with the beer in it. ”Give or take a year.”
”They supposedly disbanded after I and a ton of other agents escaped however they still have some people who want to go back to the way it was.” Sam said sitting back down. ”I do not want to go back to the way it was.” he said finally. ”There old facilities are pretty easy to find if you know what you are looking for. They still have people watching and waiting.” he said shrugging.
”I’m a person that exists, not a number or an agent.” he repeated. ”I am me.” that was all he needed to know.
Juniper, not the dating type? Oh well. Plenty of fun things one can do that aren't "dating". And uh what was she saying?
Sam distracted her, with some silly thing like 'Say something only you would know'. He gave her something only he would know, about romantic comedies and stuff. Amelia rolled her eyes, and suppressed an urge to slug him in the shoulder. A sisterly slug.
"Banana hammock? Seriously?" She paused, seriously considering his question. Even if it was dumb. "How would I know something I know is different than something someone else would know? Eh. I like boneless buffalo wings, and cannot stand pineapple on pizza. And my brother has 3 kids, that are all Sherlock Holmes references. Conan, Irene, and Benny. Benedict for short. He's the baby."
There. That was something very specific. And she had not known about these children before she had deaged. So theoretically...
--
They got talking about Sam, and his ties. 'Going back', to a facility. He revealed a tattoo of a number o his back. And scars, so many scars. Amelia took in a small breath. "So many." She said, quietly.
She listened to his story. How when he was five, he was taken from his family. So young. His powers had activated, and people had taken him away. Just spirited him away, because he might be useful. Then he was trained, and taught to-- to be an agent. Whatever that meant. She had a feeling it wasnt like an insurance agent.
Fourteen years. Yowch. She frowned for him.
In theory, this TAT was done. Broken up. But one can never tell, with those sorts of groups. They rise from the ashes like a shitty phoenix. Ready to crap on and burn more peoples' lives.
Some people still want him. He doesn't want to be wanted. Didn't want to go back. Her heart went out to him.
"You're you," she agreed. After he had finished his story. There was a moment of silence, then she laid it out there. Sober, this time. "Sam. If they ever come back. If you ever need help. About this. About anything. I know we aren't really super close yet. Still a fledging friendship. But come talk to me. Maybe I can help."
She didn't try and put a hand on him, for comfort. She had a feeling maybe he wasn't the type that was into that. But she did add "I can help you kick their asses, if nothing else. I think I'm pretty good at butt kicking. And if you're worried I'm not, you can always show me your moves." She waved a hand jokingly, like the character in the Nintendo fighting game. Captain something or other? Or was it General Phoenix? Lieutenant Hawk? That guy. With the punch.