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.
Jupiter shook his head as he watched the small poof of fuzz fly through the air. He looked to the others and smirked. “ I guess that’s game. Why in gods name would he fight me with a kitten form?” He shook his head and started to laugh.
Abyss shook his head at Jupiter and point out the bird flying toward them. “Game has just got started, Good luck.” Abyss expected the hawk to deliver a whale. In a moment he would wish for Jupiter’s sake that he hit him with the whale instead.
Jupiter turned toward the diving hawk and put up his fists. His tail whipped about like an psychotic whip possessed by irritation.
He honestly intended to punch a hawk. Mars shook his head. He had just launched a kitten for a record distance kick but he was fighting just like he would if he were in a bar... he really hadn’t had a better technique to suggest but still putting up your dukes to a hawk was just so ludicrous.
Jupiter stared up as it began to rain cats, just cats no dogs. His arm came down to punch something and while he connected with at least one would be purring body, he was caught off guard, in moments he was on fire, He was being shredded by these little bastards. if you can imagine being in a tornado of cats claws and teeth all acting as if you had them over a bath, well thenyu are twisted, but you could relate to jupiter at this moment. His minds reference to fire left him with one option, He dove to his side, back on to actual land, then began to roll and roll, he also reached up to remove evil little clawwed paws from the flesh of his face. if a cat wouldn’t let go he simply crushed. Other than that he rolled, and rolled some more. That little punk was at the very least getting a wedgie after this was all said and done. He flailed about as he rolled. ending the cats when he got a chance.
Pluto with a mouth dropped open shook his head in astonishment. this was brutal. To jupiter's credit he wasn't screaming, Pluto certainly would have been screaming, not growling or whatever sound it was that jupiter was making.“That is the evilest power I have ever seen. I wonder if he could do that with bees or scorpions….”
“Tasmanian devils.” Mercury added helpfully not quite getting what Pluto was taking about.and the fact that if he could produce the poison that came with the scorpions he could have easily ended the game. “ why doesn’t Jupiter come punch this Calley? that’d be the one to fix.”
And sometimes like he had the knack for doing Mercury saw a unique solution. Mars joined in the two. “regardless the maybes, they are only scrimmaging. So let the pair do it, don’t give them reason to complain of outside help.” He then turned to slate and smiled. " Congratulations by the way on getting to this side of the world...liberating is the best word I can thin of bu it doesn't come close to encompassing the feeling of a breeze on your face eh?." AByss thought he understood how Slate must feel but the other six actually knew. Venus tilted his head and looked as if he was paying paticular attention. " I think he is inventing new curse words...."
Saturn grimced and then looked to pluto. " If you wanted a chance to actually fly that kite of yours, now may be the only time Jupiter is distracted enough not to stop you."
As Jupiter hit the ground, the cats did their best lumberjack impression; riding the flailing red log took sheer talent. Talent that not all of his forms were agile enough to keep up with, particularly since thirty cats were a lot to fit on one side of the Jupilog. Err, make that 29. Calley'd had just enough time to pull his consciousness out of the one that Jupiter punched as they came down. It was still out there, somewhere over the Atlantic, flying a flight no cat had ever been intended for.
>> “That is the evilest power I have ever seen. I wonder if he could do that with bees or scorpions….”
“Tasmanian devils.”
Mercury might not have understood what his brother was getting at, but Slate did. "I cannot heal poisonings," Slate stated, quite simply. Calley could create scorpions, yes. And he had quite a few well-honed King Cobra forms left from his fight with Antonescu, amongst other pleasantries. But Jupiter was not Antonescu, and Slate could not heal poisoning. Cats might not be quite as deadly, but then, that might be the point. Calley was holding himself back to stay within Slate's abilities.
>> "Congratulations by the way on getting to this side of the world...liberating is the best word I can thin of but it doesn't come close to encompassing the feeling of a breeze on your face eh?"
"No," Slate smiled, "it does not. If I may ask, do you have to return to the void?" The implied question was this: How could they stand to lose their freedom, once they knew how good it tasted?
Cats were dropping like cat pancakes. It was getting hard for them to keep a good grip; Jupiter's red skin was now very red and rather wet. The hissing gray tom that Jupiter pulled of his face aimed a last series of scathing viper bites towards his nose and thumb. Another cat leapt up, swiping at the tom's tail.
And then every cat form in contact with the main mass was reabsorbed. And lo, in their place sat an African elephant. 'Sat' being the key word. If that had worked out like he'd planned, his volumous buttocks would be squarely over the clone's chest, hopefully pinning his arms.
"Remember," the small black kitten on its forehead stated, quite imperiously, "the safe word is 'Uncle'."
“ohhh, makes sense.” Pluto agreed to the logic. “ I wasn’t really hoping he would kill him anyhow just thinking about the possibilities.”
~~"No," Slate smiled, "it does not. If I may ask, do you have to return to the void?"
Mars shook his head, “We don’t have to have to, Abyss wouldn’t keep us there if we didn’t want to be there, sometimes he threatens to ground Pluto or Jupiter if they are being particularly pains in the rest of our butts. But in the end it would be more punishing him self more than them. Once we hit a certain distance we return back to Abyss, but that distance has been significantly stretched since a recent event. But he would let us right back out if we wanted it. The fact is to us it feels pretty natural. We enjoy the lack sometimes, Ipromise you Jupiter will spend some time there after this. Not feeling anything after being in a bad fight, is bliss, But it is definitely one of those things that you can appreciate only because you have the option of turning right back around and heading out. There are times when we trade info in there and it is effortless opposed to trying to have a conversation out here.”
"Remember," "the safe word is 'Uncle'."
“Feel free to use it, when ever you are ready, kitten.” Jupiter lifted the elephant off of him with ease and then tossed it with out the slightest hint at effort toward the crowd of on lookers. Abyss stepped in the way of slate and the elephant if Calley wasn’t going to stop it he would simply catch it and set it down.
Jupiter then swiped at the kitten on his still bleeding face. If it was still there he was going to throw it at Calley’s unconscious body, maybe leave his actual skin a mark or two from his own claws.
He felt like he was on a permanent defense from what he could tell, he couldn’t keep a hold on someone who could disappear in one place and reappear in another nor could he hurt some one who didn’t take any mind to getting destroyed. At the moment he was losing. He would try a submission on the next thing that Calley sent at him,.
“Oh, let me know when we are actually going to start fighting.” Jupiter pulled himself up to a sitting position and then a crouch.
At the moment, he was losing. This fact was corroborated by the elephant sailing through the air. He'd had to make a split decision when Jupiter had thrown one of himselves first: which body to stay with. He really liked that kitten, too, but the elephant seemed somehow less slated for imminent squashing. Thankfully, kitty was just thrown, too.
At his own face.
His own Caleb-suit face.
Oooo, uncalled for, Santa. As the kitten tumbled down Calley-body's chest, Slate easily picked it up by its scruff and set it on his shoulder. It was nothing more than a lump of warm furry flesh with him, but that was better than a lump of rapidly cooling flesh.
The elephant let itself be indignantly caught and set down by Abyss. He gave a warm trumpet through his trunk as a thank-you; kitten had his human vocal chords. The time for talking was clearly over.
>> “Oh, let me know when we are actually going to start fighting.”
He was losing, because he could make Jupiter bleed, but the only one who could make Jupiter surrender was himself. And Calley still wasn't sure how to get that to happen. That was the bad thing about not-to-the-death matches.
The good thing? There was something about Abyss and the clones that he could never, not in his whole life, get enough of. Calley shifted to manticore. Lion's body, with piercing porcupine quills everywhere that fur should be. A tail that ended in a turtle shell; a turtle shell that was laden in King Cobra fangs. A mouth that contained a pair of the same. He left out the poison ducts that fed them, for reasons Slate had stated earlier. The heartworms in his body were a given.
With all due impishness, the large cat went for the monkey tail. Six feet of prehensile awesome. Best. Prey. Ever.
“OH Sweet sassy molassy!” Pluto exclaimed in what might have been a mixture of terror and joy. “ He can mix and match?”
He went from cocky relaxed crouch, wondering what in the animal kingdom could stop him, when something not of the natural Animal kingdom faced him. It was ferocious! And he was not going to be grappling anything with that many spikes of sharp everything, everywhere.
“Is that game on?” Jupiter grumbled. At least he didn’t make thirty of those.
He tensed like a Stray cat faced with a rabid dog. He wanted to punch Him again but didn’t know if his hand would end up in its mouth. Calley’s mouth, this was still Calley. And as that thought processed in slow motion through his mind, Calley proved it with his attack. He went for his tail and so his tail went right back for him it was probably the most nimble limb he could possibly attack with so he hoped he like that lions nose and all it’s nerve endings. His tail slapped at The chimera’s nose as Jupiter Scooted forward toward the beast. He just had to apply logic, keep anything that Calley swung at him. Grapple and make him submit, too bad that he didn’t turn into a plan ole lion, he could have used a lion tamer on him.
He just had to reset his mind and not be absolutely intimidated by an animal, a mythical animal but an animal none the less.
The manticore tumbled backwards, giving a harsh growl of rejection and pain. Pain in his sinuses. Pain on the inside, where the tail's rejection had cut him. Why, tail, why? All he'd ever wanted was to maul you. Just a little. What was a little fur lost between friends?
What, indeed.
The large spiky kitty-cat sprang back to its feet. So that's how it was going to be. He'd hug a lime green squeaky hedgehog later tonight, and sniffle himself to sleep. For now: let there be vindictive comeuppance. Claw-laden paws gripped into the wood, and sprang.
Attacking the tail from its front had been ill-advised. This time, he would come at it from its back. If that happened to land scrapping, scrambling, climbing claws onto Jupiter's face that were aiming to rub porcupine quills all over his head as Calley climbed down his back to attack the tail anew, well... that was just what Jupiter's face got for being in the way. And for not being as awesome as the tail.
Granted, it was hard to be as awesome as the tail. And before this fight was done, the tail would acknowledge that Calley could be awesome, too.
Was the teenager in large cat form starting to get a wee bit sidetracked? Maaaaybe. Over on the sidelines, Slate smiled slightly. It was so very good to be free of that. No longer did he have to even remotely acknowledge that Calley and he were the same person. Now they were just 'brothers'. And he was allowed to think of his brother as an insufferable moron with an attention span roughly comparable to that of a raccoon in a field of shinnies, right?
Right. Mars shook his head at the violent display of testosterone that was being exhibited in a “manly” contest to size each other up. If it wasn’t for the fantastic display and creativity that Calley was using in his forms he would have walked away and gotten back to his book.
Jupiter’s face took the full brunt of all that was two large Lion’s paws grip as it ripped tore and then held into his cheek muscle. He had managed to turn his face to the right and only offer up the side of his face and head but my goodness, if he thought those house cat’s claws were anything but soothing than the Lions paw and claws made him realize that domestic cat claws were made out of flower petals and feathers meant for tickling. His face was literally ripped open with that last step, to add insult to repeated injury a wave of quills littered his face and shoulder as the Manticore decided that he was merely a speed bump along the way to his tail. A tail for a tail is how the old saying went if he remembered correctly. He launched both hands at a quilled tail that ended in dinosaur parts; He closed his hands around the air just behind the tails ferocious end. And missed terribly, he crumpled to the ground unable to stomach the pain that was his face. He didn’t want to go into outrage mode. This didn’t need to turn into something serious. All voice and reason screamed this in his head, this was a friendly bout and all would be right once slate patched him up, he could even hang in the void to cut himself off from any residual pain that his nerve endings very well might insist he was experiencing.
Well it worked on house seized cats, but was dropping onto a spiked cat really the best of ideas; it sure as heck beat defeat. He was in absolute pain and it made him a bit crazy. He launched himself backward and ran to the side, toward a building that had to have been a small wash room, barely room for a male and female restroom. He gasped in pain as his face pulled on his cheek as he bellowed a roar. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy from the steady flow of blood running down most of him. If anyone hadn’t ever noticed it up until now, then they would notice now that His blood wasn’t crimson at all but appeared to be a purplish blue. When it hit the ground or grass it held a lovely Azure quality. But who was looking a single sapphire drop when a much larger much more epic thing was happening as a red steroid pumped Monkey took on a fantastical shout out to mythology.
The pair would collide in a crash if they indeed collided at all Jupiter was moving with such a force that the building would be lucky to stand at all. He taped into what he would tap into if this battle was real, an adrenaline line and a quest to survive a fight for his life.
All this unexpected crumpling really wasn't helping his balance. Calley dug his claws into the big red slope of Jupiter's back, ears laid back somewhat irately as the clone hit the ground. The tail was so close, yet the rollercoaster was too bumpy, and it was advised that he keep all whiskers inside the moving vehicle until it came to a complete sto--
--oppppPPP!
The roar nearly deafened his poor sensitive kitty ears. And then they were moving again. Quickly. And with large lunges, of the sort which left the quilled cat hanging on for dear life lest he fall off and get trampled upon. He just barely managed to claw his way close enough to Jupiter's side to cast one terrified look at where they were going, and what the clone was trying to kill.
They were going straight at a building's side.
And he probably could have guessed the answer to that second question without looking.
Large golden eyes were fully dilated when they went through the cinderblock wall. The foundation of the building rumbled. The rest did more than rumble. Kitty looked up in time to see the roof come down.
The darkness closed down on a big red back that was suddenly covered in a heap of turtles. One of them had to avoid the coming squishage, right?
...Right?
Slate took a startled step towards the collapsing building. Not that he was concerned, of course.
“Ughnnnn.” Was Jupiter’s response as he was covered in turtles He twisted to his side and lift his arm to take the brunt of the roof. He moaned again as it settled and he pushed it away from where he thought the group might be, He wasn’t oriented correctly but the roof still went toward the grass opposed to the group.
He threw a hand to his face and moaned again. This sucked. It was about that moment that the plumbing groaned and cracked sending fresh water to them. he looked at the floor that his blood was start to seep onto, and he moaned again.
“ Gross, we are laying on a public bathroom floor. Calley you are a ferocious little mutant, and even more so as an animal.”
He pushed himself to his side to see several turtles wiggle around a little bit. “ I think I may pass out soon from the pain or the loss of blood pretty soon. Heh, pretty soon. How about you?”
Slate took a startled step towards the collapsing building. Not that he was concerned, of course.
Abyss and the others flanked slate as soon as he took a step forward it was only a matter of time, before it escalated into this luckily the boys had a medic on sight.
>> “Gross, we are laying on a public bathroom floor. Calley you are a ferocious little mutant, and even more so as an animal.”
Yes. Yes, they were laying on a public bathroom floor. And if it wasn't the most beautiful floor he'd ever skittered a turtle shell across, he didn't know what was. Behold: here was a floor that was unmarred by squishings, or crunchings, or smashings, or smooshing. Here was a floor that had not made a reptilian-monkey sandwich out of the sparing pair. Here was a floor without a roof. Many of the turtles bumped their noses against its filthy whiteish tiling, in what passed as a turtle kiss.
The fact that Jupiter wasn't actively playing whack-a-shell was really nice, too.
>> “I think I may pass out soon from the pain or the loss of blood pretty soon. Heh, pretty soon. How about you?”
Somewhat nervously, the turtles coalesced into an English sparrow. Small target. Highly mobile. Flight equipped. It sat on the floor, tilting first one black eye towards the monkey-tailed man, then the other. Besides the near-roof encounter, he was actually good for another round. He'd only done eight shifts. That wasn't even his half-way point. But considering he’d only been fighting a seventh of Abyss’ true power... The Original Red was a good friend to have, for more reasons than his mere monkey-tailed awesomeness.
And then a kitten fell on his head.
"You seem to have lost that," Slate stated simply, as the little bird indignantly went down in a pile of feathers and fur.
Slate knelt by Jupiter’s side. “Would you like me to heal you?” He asked, quite simply. It was not as rhetorical of a question as it seemed: he really did require the invitation. Or unconsciousness. It would be intriguing to see which he received first.
The flailing fluff of feathers finally disappeared, leaving just the black kitten that had started this all. It irately put back its ears. Nice of Slate to not bring him his actual body. Did he even realize how long of a distance that was, for something that used your average grocery bag as a Play Palace? Maybe one of the Abyssi had grabbed it for him... he honestly couldn’t tell, past the large red muscle mass that was probably part of Jupiter’s arm.
Huh. Apparently a kitten and a manticore have slightly different views of the world.
No answer from the pile of turtles…or a single little bird. That must be odd, trying to think with that many minds. He squinted his eyes incase the little bird was going to start pecking at his eyes he wondered if he could fight the little bird with his eyelids. He was considering the logistics of eyelid fighting up until the point the little kibby landed on the bird taking it down.
~~"You seem to have lost that,"
“Ouch. Talk about working against yourself.” He followed up the weak joke with a weaker. “da dum chsssssh.” Emulating the sound a drummer drums when a comedian needs a pity laugh. Jupiter realized he must be in serious pain…he was attempting humor, his sense of humor was terrible, or so they told him. Perhaps that was why he was so angry all the time…ugh self analyzing….he wondered momentarily if he was still conscious.
~~“Would you like me to heal you?”
“I would appreciate it actually, slate. Thanks,” Jupiter nodded at slate only opening on eye to see how close he was. Close.
Pluto carried calley’s body by the ankles in the air. “Anybody else notice that Calley is a sound sleeper these days?” for whatever reason he felt bad leaving him all by himself, even if Calley was right over there. And not really in his Calley suit at the moment. it still felt like Calley to him.
“Hey Caaaaaalley, I have some questions for you after you are done playing with the meat there.” Pluto said, he had always be fascinated with animals of myth and he wanted to know a thing or three.
>> “Ouch. Talk about working against yourself. da dum chsssssh.”
Also being known for a poor sense of humor, this earned a small quirk of the lips from the crouching Slate. “We are quite practiced at that.”
When one eye was cracked open, and permission was given, Slate lightly set a hand on the man’s shoulder, in a patch that seemed to have a lesser concentration of cat-inflicted hail damage. Images of the inner workings of Fort Knox, a post-mental ward breakout shopping excursion for matching suits, the whole black nothing and everything of a void with all of them, and a normal looking young boy in the mirror who heard voices in his head danced through Slate’s consciousness as he worked to center himself in the clone’s mind; once he had, the healing itself was a simple as flipping a switch. When Slate dropped his hand away again, the memories disappeared from his mind as cleanly as the wounds had from Jupiter’s red flesh. Though the clone was still in need of a shower, assuming he did not enjoy walking around covered in his own drying blood.
>> “Anybody else notice that Calley is a sound sleeper these days?”
The kitten stared up at its body forlornly as it was oh so delicately brought closer. “...I think I see my dignity falling out of my pockets,” he said simply. Oh, ankle grips: the favorite of comic bullies seeking lunch money.
A simple nose touch from kitten to teenaged forehead switched his consciousness back home. And his little vocal chords, too, though that was more of an actual shift than a ‘mere’ switch. If Pluto had been so kind as to set his Calley suit down, the blue-eyed teenager would get back to his feet with the kitten on shoulder. If Pluto had gone for the dangle-it-in-front-of-his-face approach... then an upside-down Calley would suddenly wonder about the wisdom in that switch, and with a polite smile up at the most impish of the clones, ask; “Err... as fun as this is... I can prooobably stand on my own.” A subtle hint, of the not so subtle variety. In either case, there would be a, “Thanks for bringing me over. To me.”
>> “Hey Caaaaaalley, I have some questions for you after you are done playing with the meat there.”
“Ask away!” The degree of enthusiasm behind that exclamation would depend largely upon how airborne he still was at the time.
“I know the feeling.” Abyss said over them. He was going to get healed and that apparently involved a little bit of the Vulcan mind meld… it wasn’t something that could be controlled an he realized all of this a little too late.
A pair of bugs and a dragonfly, a truck, a man. Staring at Calley from his own human body. Face after face, potential employees he realized. A door in front of him a deadly door behind. Concerns for the Catgirl, Nika.
“That was interesting.” he said with an odd look of respect for Slate. “ thanks for the stitches.”
Pluto looked down to the kitten. “You know that is the saddest thing I have ever heard a kitten say.” The enthusiastic grin painted across his face took a moment of sad awe for the ibby bibby kibby.
**“Err... as fun as this is... I can prooobably stand on my own.” “Thanks for bringing me over. To me.”
“No problem.” Pluto brought both of Calley’s ankles into one of his massive hands and then took his other hand an grabbed Calley’s hand and then raised his hands and lowered his feet toward the ground dropping his feet when they were most of the way to the ground and then releasing.
~~“Ask away!”
“so, how many myths can you make? Are Pegasuses. Pegasi? Are they possible, if so how big do the wings have to be to make it work? And have you created any of you own? Winged raccoons? Foxes with tentacles? Octopi with hands?”
Back on the ground. With two feet. Huzzah! He scooped up the kitten, and returned it to its proper perch on his shoulder. Contrary to the impression one may have received from this fight, the kitten’s proper place was not hurtling through the air.
>> “so, how many myths can you make? Are Pegasuses. Pegasi? Are they possible, if so how big do the wings have to be to make it work? And have you created any of you own? Winged raccoons? Foxes with tentacles? Octopi with hands?”
Calley snerkled. “I can probably make just about anything. How functional they are... that’s something else. Like the Pegasus—pretty sure you couldn’t make working wings for that. Even if you hollow out the horse bones—and there’s a reason horse bones aren’t hollow to begin with, so that might be a bad idea—the wings would have to be so big that structurally... err, ever built a house out of toothpicks? Ever tried scaling it up to a skyscraper? I’m not sure the muscles would be able to support the weight of moving them...”
Just in case that deflated the eager clone, he grinned. “I did make a griffin though. Want to see?” It was one of the many forms he’d created for the fight with Hunter... before getting to the fight, and realizing how useless they’d be. Stupid speedster-healer-power-absorber-immortals-with-super-strength.
He also turned to Jupiter. “Err, sorry about the repeated lacerations and all. Good fight?” He offered his hand down at the newly healed clone. His hand was very small, and Jupiter had been very mad, not so long ago. It was a brave thing to do.
Pluto pouted a little. “ Yeah, I thought that’d be the case.”
~~“I did make a griffin though. Want to see?”
“of course I do!” pluto’s false pouting turned from winter to spring with out a second in between.
~~“Err, sorry about the repeated lacerations and all. Good fight?”
He shook his head at Calley. “that’s what sparring all about. I have buckets more respect for you kid. No offense but I wouldn’t have thought you would have lasted more than that first kick before today. Now, I know better. Besides they didn’t last long with slate and his mad medic skills.” Jupiter pulled him self to his feet and then walked over to one of the broken pipes and washed up.
The rest of the clones in the background were joking about different things they had just seen.