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
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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 Iris/Rayne on Dec 28, 2007 22:29:04 GMT -6
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Once back in the hallways, Iris didn't pay attention to where she was going, as long as it was far away from Syn. Why couldn't she have been captured and sent to the camps? Or at least gone elsewhere? And if Syn was around, were Kaz and Abyss?
Iris shuddered. Her heart was slowing, but now she couldn't wait to leave the Labs again, even if it was under Hunter's watch.
Unfortunately her wandering now had her completely lost. She leaned against a wall to catch her breath, before decided on who to ask for directions.
It wasn’t really that hard to track Iris down: all Calley had to do was wander around aimlessly, lose all hope of finding her, then turn the next corner. ‘Cause apparently, that’s the hallway she was in. Huh. Well, then.
...You know what this means, Slate.
It does not mean—
Randomness prevails!
—that.
His smile declaring he was quite satisfied with himself, Calley bounded the last few steps, and came to a complete halt several inches inside of Iris’ personal bubble. “Hi! I was looking for—” He started. Then, taking a lesson from some past experiences, and remembering that there were no longer tons of Hunter’s musclemen around to save his scrawny neck, Calley back-peddled a few feet to well outside of sudden-grabbing range. Best to give strange mutants some space. “Err, sorry. I do that sometimes—the getting in people’s faces. Bad habit. Let me try that again.” He took a deep breath, and then tried to pass himself off as a rational, mature teenager: “I was hoping to catch you. There were some... things that you said, that I kind of wondered if you could maybe talk about some more. As in, if I could ask you about them. But if you don’t really want to or if I’m being annoying, that’s okay. It’s just that...” He gave a little shrug, and stuck his hands in his pockets. Lime green rubber quills met his fingers like a security blanket. “Umm, yeah. I could stop bothering you, if you want. Or I really could give you a tour. I think I know where everything is. I’ve been... kinda bored. I tend to get into stuff when I’m bored,” he confided, in all seriousness.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 28, 2007 23:23:26 GMT -6
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"Gah!" Calley's sudden appearance in her personal space, and just as quick exit startled Iris into her own backpedaling act. Once she realized who it was, let out a half-relieved half-annoyed sigh.
“Err, sorry. I do that sometimes—the getting in people’s faces. Bad habit."
" 's allright," she waved it away.
Let me try that again. I was hoping to catch you. There were some... things that you said, that I kind of wondered if you could maybe talk about some more. As in, if I could ask you about them. But if you don’t really want to or if I’m being annoying, that’s okay. It’s just that..." He paused, seemingly becoming nervous again. "Umm, yeah. I could stop bothering you, if you want. Or I really could give you a tour. I think I know where everything is. I’ve been... kinda bored. I tend to get into stuff when I’m bored.”
<"I can imagine....">
She took another deep breath. "Well, a tour would be nice, especially if it led to the Infirmary at some point. And sure, a few questions wouldn't hurt."
She hoped. For some reason, the instant those words were out of her mouth, she wondered what she'd just let herself in for....
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 28, 2007 23:46:18 GMT -6
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"Well, a tour would be nice, especially if it led to the Infirmary at some point. And sure, a few questions wouldn't hurt."
Calley brightened up visibly: his smile came back, and he stood up straighter. Plus his hands came out of his pockets, lime green squeaky hedgehog and all. He’d found the hedgehog to be an excellent navigator of tricky social waters. It had been there when Abyss had pieced together him being a spy, after all, and here he was, not-dead, with Abyss as his friend. “Cool! Thanks! Right this way. You’ve, ah, found the Canteen and its lovely inhabitants, so let’s swing past the Uber Secret Forbidden Locked Rooms of Doom. They’re doom-filled.” He pointed down the hallway towards the rather well-guarded laboratories a few hallways away, and started walking that way himself, keeping an eye over his shoulder to make sure she was coming with him.
“Umm, unless you have to go to the Infirmary right now. Do you? I mean, are you hurt?” He looked concerned as he asked. He might even feel concerned. Or at least he would have thought so, a little while ago. Honestly... he was beginning to think that the depths of his own emotions didn’t really match up to what people would consider normal. That was fine, though: it just meant he could put on every appearance of being deeply concerned without giving himself an ulcer.
“Question-wise...” His hands took a dive back into his pockets. They left the lime green squeaky hedgehog behind, riding protectively on his right shoulder. “I guess the first one is, you mentioned something about personality-things, and your mutation. At least, I thought you did.” She had changed that topic rather quickly. “I guess I just wanted to know... is that common? The personalities, and the powers... and the dramatic changes.” Come to think of it, she could have very easily meant something else. He tried to shrink down as he walked, tucking his shoulders in. The lime green squeaky hedgehog tipped reassuringly closer to his neck. With any luck... she had some clue what he was talking about.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 29, 2007 0:14:10 GMT -6
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<"This kid is like the engergizer bunny...."> Iris thought to herself as she followed Calley down the hall. She eyed the neon-colored toy on his shoulder, trying to think of what to make of it.
“Umm, unless you have to go to the Infirmary right now. Do you? I mean, are you hurt?”
She shook her head. "No, I'm all right. I left my cat in one of the rooms there."
“Question-wise...” She braced herself mentally. “I guess the first one is, you mentioned something about personality-things, and your mutation. At least, I thought you did. I guess I just wanted to know... is that common? The personalities, and the powers... and the dramatic changes.”
She blinked; that wasn't exactly what she expected. Then again, what had she expected? Probably a deeper probing about the little confrontation in the Canteen. This was.... only slightly better.
"Nothing is common about my mutation," she remarked, a tad bitterly, then shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know that many other mutants, and the ones I do...." She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't think any of them have personality issues. Well.... maybe one.... She get pretty aggressive when her adrenaline kicks in." She sighed a bit. "Why do you ask?"
He was folding in on himself again, she noticed curiously.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 29, 2007 12:53:57 GMT -6
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"No, I'm all right. I left my cat in one of the rooms there."
“Ooo, cat!” Calley interjected briefly, before going on to asking his actual question. Iris’ cat: the Siamese queen who hadn’t let him eat from her bowl. Just because she’d hadn’t been fed for a few days. Seesh. Personally, he’d been...
...Ravenous. That was the first time he’d felt that hungry: the kind of hungry he was feeling all the time, now. Huh. He tucked that little bit of information away, to analyze at a future date.
"Nothing is common about my mutation," Iris replied, not exactly sounding like the happiest little camper at the Labs. "...I don't think any of them have personality issues. Well.... maybe one.... She get pretty aggressive when her adrenaline kicks in." The sigh was interesting. And, in conjuction with her first little statement, made him curious enough that he stopped trying to disappear on the spot. "Why do you ask?"
“Umm,” he stalled, “ah, no reason, I guess. Just... wondering. ‘Cause this power thing is still really new, and, ah... I’ve been feeling different. A bit. It’s probably just stress. I mean, we’re basically being hunted down, so yeah... Stress.”
...Pain, not stress. I was a pain-induced mental illness.
That’s... actually kind of creepy when you say that, Slate. What with the self-aware description of your origins tagged onto the ‘I’m a mental illness’. It’s kind of like if I had a really big tumor on my foot, and it started discussing its stance on politics.
...I am not on your foot.
No. You’re on my head.
In.
Yes. ‘In.’ Thanks. Great clarification.
As usual, his quaint little internalized dialogue took less than the time it took him to blink. Shyly, he glanced over at Iris. “Umm, what about you? I mean, do you feel any... different... sometimes?”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 29, 2007 17:18:18 GMT -6
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“Umm, ah, no reason, I guess. Just... wondering. ‘Cause this power thing is still really new, and, ah... I’ve been feeling different. A bit. It’s probably just stress. I mean, we’re basically being hunted down, so yeah... Stress.”
Iris shrugged and nodded. Stress she could sympathize with, very easily. "So, your mutation just started developing? That must have been weird to deal with. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
“Umm, what about you? I mean, do you feel any... different... sometimes?”
He kept dancing around the same question in different ways; now Iris was curious why he was so curious.
"Yes, I do. My mutation has several different.... levels. Each level changes my personality. Slightly. Sort of." She added that as an afterthought, but another afterthought made her rethink the first one. "I try to avoid it whenever possible, but sometimes it kicks in on its own. Like back there." Her eyes narrowed a bit, indicating the confrontation with Syn.
She looked back at Calley, and smiled. "Why? Do you get more aggressive as a tiger? Or like water more?" She pointed to the squeaky toy. "Or more playful?" To her it would seem normal; change into and animal, become more animal-like. And she knew from experience that tigers were a playful bunch, when they weren't breeding or territorial. "Maybe that's where the huge appetite is coming from." It was possible; tigers are big eaters.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 29, 2007 22:41:48 GMT -6
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"So, your mutation just started developing? That must have been weird to deal with. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
“Seventeen!” Calley corrected, making an effort to stand up straighter. “I’ll be eighteen soon. In a year.” He tossed a quick grin Iris’ way. She seemed cool. Obviously she had her own problems, but she was well-adjusted enough not to take them out on him. If only that could be said of everyone...
"Yes, I do. My mutation has several different.... levels. Each level changes my personality. Slightly. Sort of." He grinned at the ‘slightly. sort of’: she was a stutterer after his own heart.
"Why? Do you get more aggressive as a tiger? Or like water more? Or more playful? Maybe that's where the huge appetite is coming from."
She was smiling and making jokes. Generally, these were signs of attempted friendliness. Calley tried to reciprocate, by smiling weakly, and only sinking down about half as far as usual. “Err, something like that, I guess. Actually, not really at all. It’s more like... I get more focused. It’s like I popped a whole ton of ADHD meds at once. Umm, not that I’d know what that’s like.”
He cleared his throat, and waved at the hallway they’d just turned on. “Behold! The Uber Secret Forbidden Locked Rooms of Doom.” There were guards posted on the hall—even more than normally roamed the Labs—and rather heavy-duty locks on all of the doors. Calley waved cheerfully at the glowering men as they passed by, and loudly made his tour-guide commentary. “What secretes could their inner depths hold? Nothing that the great Antonescy wishes us mere mortals to know! For verily, doth they be locked. And guarded. At all hours. Not, err, that I’d know anything about that, either. Next stop: the training rooms! Right this way, m’Lady.”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 30, 2007 0:03:02 GMT -6
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"Seventeen? Wow.... That's great."
<"Seventeen, and that hyperactive? Wow....."
“Err, something like that, I guess. Actually, not really at all. It’s more like... I get more focused. It’s like I popped a whole ton of ADHD meds at once. Umm, not that I’d know what that’s like.”
"Focused?" She tried not to chuckle, but couldn't hide the grin. She could just imagine the looks when the twitchy teen in front of her turned into a super focused individual. "Is that just in tiger mode?"
She'd been growing steadily calmer as they walked, but when they passed the guard-filled hall, she tensed again.
"He's got to be hiding something," she said quietly, not really intending for Calley to hear, yet not hiding it either. "Paranoid...." In actuality, she was the paranoid one; how many of them had been watching her when she was living in the fake Mansion?
"Training rooms sound great! After you." Not meaning a word of it, she tried not to hurry past, not fully succeeding.
"How long have you been here again?" she tried to change the subject, yet again. She really needed to work on her subtlety, or lack thereof.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 30, 2007 20:11:26 GMT -6
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"Is that just in tiger mode?"
Calley could tell that the idea of him as a focused member of society was amusing to the woman. He might find it funny too, if Slate was something to laugh about. “Err... actually, it goes more with the healing. But yeah.”
Her reaction to the corridor was interesting in two regards: one, he learned that she was really bad at keeping her internal comments confined to the inside of her head, and two, she used “he”. "He's got to be hiding something." Not “they”, not the “Kabal”: “he”.
"Training rooms sound great! After you." Also, she was really fakey sometimes, and had a pretty nice fast-walk. "How long have you been here again?"
“Pretty much since day one,” Calley said, quite truthfully. He’d been here for the founding of the Kabal, after all. “I got here the morning after the Mansion raid.” Also true. It was funny how two truths could come together to make a perfectly true lie. Calley rather enjoyed that, in fact. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Iris, and the startle-tactic question he was about to use on her.
“So how do you know Hunter?” He asked, blinking over at her curiously. Granted that she might not know Hunter at all. But he’d rather like to know if she did.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 31, 2007 1:29:49 GMT -6
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"You must get 'lost' quite a bit then." She smiled, but didn't look directly at him. The place was a maze. If he knew his way around that well, he'd been getting 'lost', and found, rather well. But she wasn't going to press it.
“So how do you know Hunter?”
She stopped in her tracks and glanced sharply in his direction. A tiny red flag went up in her mind.
"Too long, or not long enough, depending on whether he tells the story or I do. And since turnabout is fairplay, how do you know him?"
He was asking pointed questions and giving vague answers, just as she was. She knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, which made her think he wasn't either. But if one of them didn't start giving straight answers, they'd be playing ring-around-the-question all day.
Finally, she gave him an 'older sister' look, the one that says, "I know you want something, spit it out". She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, momentarily halting their progress.
"Okay Calley, what are you after?" Both her tone and the question were vague, and could be taken any number of ways. She waited to see which way he ran with it.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 31, 2007 12:46:13 GMT -6
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When she froze, he froze. Not before dancing a few steps back out of easy grabbing range, though. Sharp looks usually translated to ‘not happy’ and ‘yep, she does know the Boss Man’.
"Too long, or not long enough, depending on whether he tells the story or I do. And since turnabout is fairplay, how do you know him?"
Calley took a moment to process that. The first part, obviously: that’s where the juicy bits were hidden. Hidden behind vague wordings that were interesting in their own right. ‘Too long, or not long enough, depending on where he tells the story or I do.’ Usually that would make the ‘too long’ Iris’; most people were in the habit of listing their own opinion first. Making ‘not long enough’ Hunter’s. Making Calley very... still in-the-dark. Iris took the moment to lean against the wall and shoot him a look that made him squirm.
"Okay Calley, what are you after?"
Non-confrontational voice tone, he noted. Fuzzy, really. And since he was already squirming... he decided to run with it. “I just—nothing. Nothing. I’m not after anything.” He took another step away from her, shrinking down as he went. It was all very well done, if he did say so himself. As an added bonus, the lime green squeaky hedgehog got tossed from his shoulder by the movement, and rolled back towards Iris. He had to fumbling duck after it, and then dodge back a few steps again. Squeeeeeee—! Since he wasn’t exactly comfortable getting close to her at the moment, a complimentary rush of anxiety and an increased heart rate got tossed into the mix, just in case she was an empath or someone with extra-sensitive hearing. The fumble also gave him time to plan out this pretty speech:
“It’s just that,” he began, letting that anxiety creep into his voice, and keeping his eyes on the lime green squeaky hedgehog he was death-gripping with both hands. The poor thing had run out of air with which to squeak. He mentally sent apologies its way. “I guess, umm, it sounds like you know him, but not like you’re working for him. Which would sort of make you like me, maybe. I’m just... trying to figure out how ‘like me’ you are, I guess. He...” Calley gulped convulsively, and went on to Act II: (which, it should be noted, was a complete fabrication of honesty:)
“I was here, umm, before all of this happened. The Mansion raid, I mean. I’m—I’m not exactly sure for how long. One of those really guarded labs—not one on this level, but another one—he brought me into one. I didn’t want to go, but there were a lot of guards, and this doctor, and—” Calley paused. Not because he’d meant to pause, though. Just suddenly... he had absolutely no desire to talk about Hunter’s lovely torture chair. That was Hunter’s business; it was beyond boring to talk about Hunter’s business.
Errhm, Slate.
I feel it.
That’s strange.
That is very strange.
Calley mustered up his motivation, and tried again: “And—” Now really, why in the world would he want to talk about that? It was stupid. Trivial, really. Iris wouldn’t care.
Calley blinked twice, a look of puzzlement on his face for approximately two seconds. “And I can’t talk about it, apparently.” The two seconds were up. Calley froze, his muscles convulsively tightening. Squak—! Apparently the lime green squeaky hedgehog had some voice left, after all. There was something from that charming torture scene that he remembered quite well, even if the rest of it was strangely fuzzy, and painted in shades of gray. “His eyes,” he said, before promptly loosing all urge to talk about that subject.
Oh crap.
Antonescu is a psychic.
Yeah, yah think? Crap!
He has not killed us yet. He cannot be very strongly psychic.
He messed with our brain!
He did not leave us with a compulsion not to kill him. Only to not speak of his business.
Uh-huh. Which is just great, since we’re only figuring it out now. How many months has it been? What else are we going to ‘just figure out’? Crap!
...Hmm.
Calley looked very much like a frightened deer, and that wasn’t an act. Well there was a beautifully victimized speech utterly ruined. Or not, depending on how you looked at it.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 31, 2007 22:05:03 GMT -6
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“I just—nothing. Nothing. I’m not after anything.”
<"What is with the squeaky toy? And why does he keep dancing around like that?"> Hyperactive or not, Iris couldn't figure out why he kept jumping and squirming when he got close to her. Her paranoia was beginning to swing to include him, despite the anxious expression he wore.
“It’s just that, I guess, umm, it sounds like you know him, but not like you’re working for him. Which would sort of make you like me, maybe. I’m just... trying to figure out how ‘like me’ you are, I guess. He...”
<" 'Like me'?? What?? And why won't he look at me?">
"What do you mean, 'like me'?" she asked aloud. "What are you?"
“I was here, umm, before all of this happened. The Mansion raid, I mean. I’m—I’m not exactly sure for how long. One of those really guarded labs—not one on this level, but another one—he brought me into one. I didn’t want to go, but there were a lot of guards, and this doctor, and—
“And—"
Iris's eye widened slightly, then narrowed, and she stood up straight. " 'And' what?"
“And I can’t talk about it, apparently.”
Something clicked in her mind; he was acting like an abused dog, flinching at everything because it expected to be beat at every motion. Given what he'd just said, and the 'I'm-in-big-trouble-aren't I?' look, she jumped to the natural conclusion.
"Did Hunter experiment on you??" Her voice came out louder than she intended, and she literally bit her tongue to keep her anger in check. Fortunately none of her gems were activated by anger, because right at that moment she felt a tingle running through her body, a sign that her mutation was back up and functional.
“His eyes....”
She scowled darkly. If Calley remembered Hunter's eyes, he probably couldn't remember what had happened. Like she hadn't.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. Just answer me this: were you a mutant before you met Hunter?"
It wouldn't do Calley any good if she vented her anger about Hunter. Besides, if she'd drawn the right conclusion, Calley was probably under surveillance, a possibility which made Iris even more paranoid. She was beginning to feel like a figurine in a snowglobe. And there was no way she was going to Calley about their relationship now. He was already flinchy enough, she couldn't imagine what he'd do if he found out they were related.
Abruptly she sighed, and rubbed her temples. "And in answer to your earlier question, no I'm not working for him. In fact, once this whole thing is resolved, I intend to stay as far away from him as possible." That last part came out as a growl.
<"I need another Vicadin.... and more coffee.....">
The scowling and the yelling weren’t impressing Calley, but they were impressing his sense of self-preservation. He hadn’t moved while she spoke. Really: he hadn’t made even the smallest of twitches. She was angry, and he wasn’t looking to attract her attention.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That gave him time to process her very interesting interjections, and to covertly slip the lime green squeaky hedgehog into the safety of his pocket and out of danger. "What are you?"; "Did Hunter experiment on you??" A very odd choice of phrasings. They begged other questions: Did Hunter experiment on Iris? What was she? ‘What’: a really, really, really strange word choice. Calley wasn’t sure what to make of that; he just knew it was important.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell.” Saying you’re sorry never really makes things better. In Calley’s case, it didn’t inspire him to stop pretending to be a statue. Statues were harmless, quiet, and hardly worth noticing. “Just answer me this: were you a mutant before you met Hunter?"
...Was Iris a mutant before she met Hunter? For his part, he nodded slightly in answer to her question. After a moment more, he impulsively added: “It’s okay. About the yelling. Yelling’s okay.” It was. As long as she stayed over there and he stayed over here, and all she did was yell, then the yelling was fine.
"And in answer to your earlier question, no I'm not working for him. In fact, once this whole thing is resolved, I intend to stay as far away from him as possible."
“That’s... good to hear.” The growling tone wasn’t overly reassuring, but again, it didn’t seem directed at his own fine self. Tentatively, he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Depending on her reaction to that small movement, he might or might not return to his habitual twitching. “Umm, if I may ask, what did he do to you? If, ah, you can talk about it. And if you want to talk about it. And if I’m not bothering you.” The lime green squeaky hedgehog was huddled in his pocket, but it was pressing its quills into the side of his leg reassuringly. Iris wasn’t ticked at him. Right. In fact, she even seemed like the type who would remember that. With any luck.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 2, 2008 0:33:25 GMT -6
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The lack of movement drew Iris's attention momentarily. He was staring at her strangely, she assumed because of her outburst. At least he'd answered her positively.
“Umm, if I may ask, what did he do to you? If, ah, you can talk about it. And if you want to talk about it. And if I’m not bothering you.” He began moving again which was, oddly enough, reassuring, if a bit annoying. Her frown changed slightly, to a less-angry, more-thoughtful kind of grimace.
"No, you're not bothering me, though I don't like talking about my past much. But I'll make you a deal. For each question you ask and answer I give, I get to ask you one and receive an answer. A truthful answer, mind you," she added, then tilted her head.
"Deal?"
Again, she had a feeling she was setting herself up for a rough conversation.....