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.
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Zahira muttered something to herself. She heard what Flynn said and hissed slightly in anger. "Fine... whatever..." She said lowly. "Don't' make me say it again! I don't need yer help!" She said with a slight glare toward him and Isabel. "And I'm here against my will..." She said as she stormed toward the bathroom (After making sure no one was in there), she walked in and slammed the door shut behind her. She locked the door behind her. "Now that that's taken care of..." She whispered quietly to herself.
Zahria took off her gloves, jeans, cloak, and hoodie. She looked down at the blood stained shirt. She cursed quietly when she realized she didn't have any clothes, to change into. Zahira took off her shirt to assist the damage done to her body. She didn't really know how she got injured but she blamed the toy soldiers and the toy planes, and she wondering why the heck she didn't just kill that man who had attacked him? Why did she let him live? She had no clue and it irritated her almost as much as being in this place did. With another shake of her head and a mumbled curse in Japanese, she got to work. It didn't take Zahira long to get herself checked out and then bandaged her wounds after applying the antiseptic. Zahira tossed her bloodied and destroyed shirt into the garbage can. She pulled up her jeans and then pulled on her hoodie and cloak. Even though they were bloodstained, its not like she had much to do, since she didn't have a new pair of clothes anyway, and she'd be damned if she asked to borrow some. She needed
Zahira sighed quietly to herself and leaned against the door of the bathroom. She was NOT about to come out that easily. Why couldn't these mutants take a hint that she didn't' need or want their help!? Couldn't they just leave it that and leave her alone already? She was already backed up into a corner.... metaphorically speaking, but still she didn't like being backed up into a corner, and these people were being so danged persistent about it! Zahira kept leaning on the door, just for good measure. She ran her fingers though her hair lightly before her hands acted on their own and snatched up the gloves and jammed them back onto her hands. She started to mutter to herself again, debating whether this was a good idea or not. To stay or not. She was debating on whether to walk out of the bathroom right now, or wait, and if she did leave the bathroom... what might happen if she did.
Isabel stood back and waited patiently as the medics took care of their work and the healers bustled about. Occasionally she eyed the unfriendly girl names Zahira as outbursts continued to erupt from her, one brow arched in a mix of curiosity and confusion. She figured the girl would have been a little more at ease with her companions around, particularly after seeing that those companions were being attended to without any difficulty. She couldn't quite recall if she'd ever met someone so standoffish. At the least a place meant for mutants should have made her feel a little more secure. Isabel wondered what could have been the cause of such caution and aggression.
With mild interest she turned to Flynn as he slowed to speak with her in passing, giving a small nod in reply. "That we do. It's a kind of energy thing. It doesn't travel over long distances, though. He still has to get close, he just doesn't need direct contact. It'd probably help if your friend would take a seat and let him do his work. It can make you a little dizzy sometimes." She shot a glance to one of the nurses who promptly went to see if she could locate that particular healer while others were fetched and a few were already in attendance.
Carefully a pair of healers maneuvered around the young man as they went to work on Meld, though the IV remained, hydration seeming to be a necessity at the moment. One other attempted to take a look at and mend the injuries done to Flynn's body, the trio doing their best not to interfere with the conversation the two were having. "And it's no problem to help you out. It's what we're here for. I hadn't realized your friend was a resident, but it's nice to hear. You and your other friend are welcome to stay as well if you'd like. We've got plenty of rooms and there's no rent or other expenses to pay." She wouldn't be offended if they didn't want to stay, particularly the other young woman that had promptly locked herself in the bathroom, the slam of the door echoing throughout the Infirmary as she disappeared.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by vampyremage on May 13, 2009 10:51:51 GMT -6
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Meld shook her head, trying to sit up. Her mind was still a little fuzzy but things had definitely improved. She could at least think straight now, more or less anyway, and the room didn't spin and tilt dangerously whenever she moved her head, both of which she was thankful for. One never knew how dependent one was upon a stable world until that world failed to be stable.
Meld looked down at her body, trying to figure out exactly how hurt she was and how much had been done to help her. She saw the areas in which the bullets had entered her but they were no longer gaping holes, instead looking like half healed wounds she had had for weeks. "I think I'm ok," she replied to Flynn. The only possible explanation was that someone here had to be a mutant healer; even the best medical equipment couldn't help her wounds that much. "How long will I have to stay here?" It was difficult when she couldn't tell how badly she was still injured. She still felt a little weak and didn't want to accidentally reopen her wounds or otherwise aggravate them, but at the same time she also didn't want to remain in bed longer than she absolutely had to.
"I appreciate everything that you've done for me," Meld told Isabel honestly. "I haven't had much of a chance to meet many of the other mutants here and I'm not even sure who I should be thanking but you're here so..." She trailed off, a little unsure of where she was going with that though. Clearly her mind was still not quite up to its normal state. She turned to Zahira as the other woman fled into the bathroom. She wished she could help her, explain that it was safe and she could accept the help of the people here. They had helped her so why wouldn't they help Zahira as well. And plainly they were also helping Flynn out. "Are you going to be ok Flynn?" she asked.
"I'll be OK, cracked a few ribs when he batted me like a baseball back there. If there is a mutant healer around I'll be fine as rain soon. You were the one who took the brunt of the battle though." Flynn patted her shoulder and smiled at her, then he turned to Isabel.
"Thanks for the offer' but I've got some other things to do. I can't speak for Zahira but I'd like to keep an eye on her if she will let me. I don't think she's ready to set her hat down and I believe it will be easier for me to show her she can trust someone out on our own." Flynn was pretty sure if he just stuck with her, over time she would warm to him. He was afraid though that if they stuck around, odds were she would rabbit. Out there, all alone, was no place for a young woman with such a frightening power. Plus he had to get his costume ready for the meet with Wraith the next week. That wasn't something he could share with the people here. He hardly knew them. He hardly knew Zahira but he felt she had no one else. He had a little money from the card so he wasn't worried about providing for himself and the girl for a little while.
He went over to the bathroom door. "Zahira, it's Chris. Do you need any bandages or something. Isabel says that there should be a healer on his way soon. If you'd like We can let him get on this side of the door and hopefully heal you thru it so he can't touch you or anything. You will want to sit though cause she says the healing can make you dizzy. Then we can go out a back door or something and be alone with no worries. What do you say?"
He hoped that would be enough for the girl. He turned to Isabel and Aris and shrugged, letting Zahira think over what he'd just said. "We'll see," he whispered to himself.
Zahira growled lowly under her breath. She yanked her hood up again over her hair and over her eyes and face. This was beginning to get on her nerves. Fairly quickly. The female stuffed her glove into her pocket, and faced the door. She yanked it open with a rough tug, her gloved hand clenching the doorknob as she glared up at Flynn, and raised her gloveless hand an inch from his face. Her eyes set in an irritated, angry and distrusting glare. "If ya don't wanna die today! .... I suggest ya stop yer crap trying to sell meh!" She said though her teeth as she let her hand drop to her side and walked away toward the wall and leaned on it. "Just stop being so nice ta meh!" She added.
Zahira folded her arms over her chest, and allowed herself to slide down the wall and into a sitting position, only to curl up into a tight ball-like form. Her knees pulled up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them, as she shivered out of fear and the sudden coldness that swept over her body. "Why do ya care 'bout someone ye barely know?" Zahira fond herself asking as she let her gloveless hand drop to rest hanging off of her arm. She was clearly going to lash out if anyone got too close to her. "Ye will be just like everyone else! Abandoners'! The whole bloody lot of 'em! Y'll will do the same! Just like 'em" She snarled though her teeth, as she continued to glare around the room. The girl let a small look of relief from seeing that Meld was alright for the most part. The female's eyes flickered back and forth from Isabel to Flynn to Meld to the other people in the room.
"It's really not any trouble, Meld. This is what we're here for. This whole place was built for the sole purpose of sheltering and helping mutants. There's no need to be thanking us for doing our job," Isabel replied, smiling warmly at the young woman as her healer continued to bustle about, healing the skin over to near perfection, unless she were to be stopped at an earlier moment. Some mutants preferred to keep scars or small marks for reminders and other reasons. "You won't be kept here more than a few hours. Maybe less. The medical staff likes to make sure their patients are as close to completely well as they can be before release, though you won't be kept here against your will if you'd rather not stay."
Isabel gave Flynn a nod in reply to his refusal of her offer. There would be no hard feelings, though she was always disappointed when she failed to get new acquaintances to become residents. She liked getting new people to come and live at the Sanctuary. Meeting people was fun, and making new friends and possible new Orderlings was even better. However, it was not a group to force others to join. That would seriously compromise loyalty.
Patiently she sat back and watched as Flynn attempted to coax his companion into some sense of security. She was mildly surprised when Zahira exited the bathroom, rather than staying there as long as was possible. The aggressive hand gesture made her curious as well. Perhaps her mutation was based on touch? Though she couldn't be sure. It could be some sort of discharge for as much as she knew. Casually she watched as the young woman moved off to slide down against one of the walls before curling up at it's base. The outburst wasn't unexpected. "Not everyone tries to abandon their problems, Zahira," she commented, regardless if she had been addressed or not. "You're not the only one who has every been left by themselves by someone they loved. You're a mutant. It's amazingly common for us to be left behind by others. That's why the Sanctuary was made. This is a place where we can all go and we can be safe. It's something that'll be here for years and years, just like the people running it. We don't let our friends get stepped all over and we do out best to keep everyone well taken care of. We don't make empty promises."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by vampyremage on May 14, 2009 3:51:37 GMT -6
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Meld was glad to here that Flynn was going to be ok, but still had some concerns about Zahira. She supposed she couldn't blame the other woman for having some doubts about a place like Sanctuary. She hadn't been entirely trusting of its motivations either, when she first arrived. In her case, however, she had no where else to go and unlike Zahira, she had been willing to take a chance with the place rather than live on the streets, or wherever else she might have gotten. Sometimes taking chances was necessary. Nothing good would ever happen if a few chances weren't taken, and for Meld, the chance she had first taken had certainly payed off.
"You're being a stubborn idiot," Meld told Zahira bluntly. No one else seemed willing to say what was so obvious. "No one is telling you to join a cult, no one is telling to to swallow any red cool aid. You're injured and the people here can help you. So what if you don't know all their motivations? Would you rather die out there on the streets than take a risk and be helped?" She was so frustrated at the girl's stupidity. "I can tell you've had problems in your life, but who hasn't? Suck it up, take a chance, and make the best of it!" Sometimes people were so concerned with being diplomatic and leaving a good impression that they weren't willing to say what needed to be said and it was a shame. The world would be a better place if only people said what they felt.
Meld turned towards Isabel, careful not to move to much so that the healers working on her could continue doing their job without her interference. She saw no reason to make their jobs any more difficult than they had to be. "I'm sorry for that Isabel," she apologized. She seemed to be apologizing a lot this day. "But it needed to be said. I hope you don't think less of me for my somewhat blunt nature. I've always believed in honesty and directness."
"Look Z, I'm out there all alone myself. Maybe it's me who needs someone to hang on to. I figure you know what it's like more than anyone. I am alone all the time. turning invisible has allowed me to be the fly on the wall a lot. I've seen the hatred, the fear, the violence. I wasn't able to change it before, maybe I might be able to now. Come with me. Lean on me and let me lean on you."
Flynn moved closer to about two feet from her. If you push everyone away, then of course after awhile they will abandon you. Is that the price you want to pay for being right. Flynn moved even closer, his face inches from her still bare hand. He whispered to her so no one else could hopefully hear, "Well, I trust you not to kill me right now, is that enough for you to trust me? If it isn't, then in death I guess I will prove you right and abandon you. We can leave right now and I have something awesome to show you, should you allow it. I am at your mercy."
Flynn smiled and held his head close, to see what she would do.
Zahira glared up at them. Her lips pressed into a hard frown."I'm not the one abandoning my problems! I have mah reasons for shoving people away!" She said lowly. "Ah've been left by mehself allot! Not just one or two times!" The female said quietly. She shook her head. "Don't expect me to join this little group of yers." she added. Her head snapped toward Meld as the older woman voiced her opinions.
Which caused Zahira to glare at her and jump to her feet. "What do ya know!?" She found herself snapping. "Have yer powers ever killed allot of people by a simple touch? A simple hug caused the death of many in my life! As a child I never understood my powers! So I ended up killing allot of people from birth I probably ended up killing my own parents! And was sent to live at an orphanage as a baby to around the age of 13 I've been adopted and sent back because of the deaths that I caused, when I was finally told what I was! I had tried to keep out of contact with everyone around me! I ended killing a boy that liked me when I was 15, died because he kissed me! I ended up killing my two best friends and the boy that kissed me in high school! Two-three years ago! I've been on my own! Trying to keep as little contract with people as I could! Because of my powers I'm distrusting and weary cause I don't' want to kill anyone by accident! And I killed another person even though he deserved his death, and I don't feel one ounce of remorse for him, not even a few hours ago!" Zahira snapped suddenly. She suddenly covered her mouth with her hands. She let her hands drop and then stood up.
She looked at Flynn and let her hands drop to her sides and pulled her other glove on and glared at him. He was invading her personal space. So... she stomped on his right foot as hard as she could. "Ya have one hell of a death wish..." She hissed lowly at him. The female frowned at him, not at all enjoying this little talk of his. "The reason I shove people away is so that I can protect them from myself! I'm like the devil himself! Or the Grim Reaper! I kill people with a single touch! Someone always ends up dying someway or another, by my hand! So its better for me to not have friends." She said getting annoyed with what he was saying to her. She had ignored his last request. She didn't have an answer for him. Her mind was saying 'no' while her heart was saying 'yes'. So that female didn't' answer him, cause she had to battle her inner conflict going on in her head.
Isabel arched a brow at Meld as she spoke to her companion with less delicacy than anyone else had been using. She couldn't help but give a small smirk at her forwardness. She could understand the young woman's frustration. It didn't seem as if pleasantries were going to get through Zahira's head. She supposed her friends knew the girl better than Isabel did, anyhow. Perhaps they'd know what was best for changing her stubborn mind and making her a little more cooperative. "No need to apologize. I'm not going to think less of you for something like that," she replied, her smirk shifting into a reassuring smile as her gaze moved over to Meld and then back toward Flynn and Zahira as he tried his own method of coaxing the girl.
"I didn't say anything about joining any kind of group," she replied, giving a quizzical look as the younger girl once again started snapping at everyone. "I was just offering you a place to stay." Briefly she wondered if there was a leak somewhere involving information on the Order. Perhaps she'd investigate a little at a later time, though thus far it didn't seem as if any danger had been directed at the group. She would keep an eye out, but she wouldn't worry herself too much over it.
"Look, Zahira. You're not the only mutant to ever have gone through a rough time. You're not the only one to be hoisted into an orphanage at a young age and returned by families numerous times. No one understands their powers when they're little. It's a learning experience. And you most certainly aren't the only one who has killed someone," she replied, following Meld's example in a way, no longer worried about making a good impression on her guests. "You know I've been put on trial for murder before? And remember those Mutant Registration? Yeah, I got caught up in that, too. All of New York's police department is always on the lookout for me because of my less-that-pristine record. I may very well have killed more people than you can count." Again one brow raised, almost as if challenging the girl to keep complaining about her predicament, which Isabel was becoming less and less impressed with as time passed. "Why not try to be proud of what you are? You're a mutant. You're better than those people out there. To hell with them if they can't respect the gift you've got."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by vampyremage on May 14, 2009 14:03:21 GMT -6
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Meld listened as Flynn made further attempts to get close to Zahira and maybe convince her to trust him. It was probably a lost cause, she finally decided. Which was unfortunate because no mutants deserved to feel like they couldn't trust anyone, including themselves. As Zahira told the unfortunate story of her life things finally started falling into place; why she had so much of a problem with other people, why she had so much of a problem trusting. It wasn't that she didn't trust others, it was more that she didn't trust herself. It was a sad way to live and it made Meld angry. Something should have been done for the other woman when she was a child, someone should have been there to help her. No one deserved to go through something like that and such stories were all to common among mutants. That, and so many other things, was why she needed to fight for her people.
"You've got a sad story," Meld finally said, making an effort to soften her voice just a little. "I feel bad for you, really I do. You've had a tough life and you've had a tough time with your powers. I get that." The edge came back into her voice. "But that's still no excuse. You can't just keep running and pushing people away. Take control of your life, take control of your powers. Learn to control them don't let them control you. What kind of life is it where you can't get close to anyone because you're so afraid of what you might do? Every mutant has their challenges, including me. But we learn to deal with them. We learn to embrace them. You've been given a gift, imagine what you could do with that gift, if you'd only embrace it." Mel couldn't prevent the frustration that entered her voice.
Meld was surprised at the revaluations Isabel revealed to them, but managed to keep her expression neutral. She had worked with people who had killed and worse in the past, and this was no difference. Besides, the other woman had been kind to her and obviously had a great respect for her fellow mutants. "Why not try to be proud of what you are? You're a mutant. You're better than those people out there. To hell with them if they can't respect the gift you've got." Meld couldn't help but smile and nod her head in agreement. It was the most sensible thing said thus far. "Listen to her," Meld said, nodding towards Isabel. "What she says is true. You're better than any human and should be proud of what you are." It seemed Aura wasn't the only one in Sanctuary to have such a view of mutants.
Garrett had been rearranging his office as one of the residents worked on the door to his office. He was having the wood removed and placing a frosted glass frame in its stead, with the words, Garrett Wills, Sanctuary Director, carefully etched and filled in on its surface. There was quite a bit to do. A new grand mahogany desk had been delivered and he was setting about arranging the file cabinets. The glass already in place, he heard a good bit of commotion outside as various figures ran by. There was always some kind of ruckus going on. He hoped that might change at some point.
Everything was coming together, at last. The meeting with the Council had gone perfectly. If there was something better than perfect, it was that too. He was no babe in the woods, though. There would be quite a bit of friction before clarity could be achieved. Voices were being raised in the Infirmary. The fact that he could hear them from inside his office troubled the neural manipulator. He walked up to the door and tapped quietly on the glass, signaling the artist on the outside that he was exiting. He certainly had made it clear that the lettering was to be pristine and perfectly spaced. As the door opened, the volume of the argument naturally increased.
" What's going on out here?" The young woman doing the stenciling shrugged." Some new arrivals. There were some injuries so they are next door in the Infirmary. Sounds like kids throwing a hissy or something." Garrett's office and small overnight quarters were naturally next to the area he gravitated to. He pulled the door closed and admired the artist's work for a moment. " You are doing an excellent job. I will use you for all of these jobs. What was your name again?" His hand extended as the girl seemed startled. She smiled, blowing long blond bangs from her eye. "Chrissy Jones. Thanks, Mr. Wills." Her palm pressed into his, revealing her shining neurons. "Call me Garrett."
Stepping next door, he found the newly Knighted Isabel, doing her best to reason with what must have been the new arrivals. It seemed that one in particular was doing the most resisting. Dressed in his black suit and red tie, he approached the three, recognizing the troubled girl from the park. Isabel was getting quite irritable, explaining her own troubles with the law. The last thing Garrett wanted was her bow to become crooked. That would be a shame. Closing the distance, he laid his hand on Isabel's shoulder. " There, there, Isabel. No reason to get your bow in a knot." He looked at the young girl in front of him an then at the others.
" Welcome to the Sanctuary. I am Garrett Wills, the Director. I hope you are all recovering well from whatever occurred to you. It's a cruel world out there for our kind." Smiling and focusing on the little angry one, he continued. " It's a pleasure to see you again. I am glad you found your way here. I can sympathize with having a gift that hurts others. My touch doesn't kill, but makes you wish you were dead." He made a woo sound and made little crawly ghost fingers with his hands." There is absolutely no need to fear us. We will make sure you heal up, feed you, even offer you shelter here. If you don't like what we have to offer after that, you are welcome to leave. There will be no retaliation. This is the Sanctuary." He sincerely hoped the young girl would accept his offer. If not, there were the shining neural paths glimmering beneath her skin.
Garrett Wills...The man's voice made Flynn blink out for a second. Something about him put the mutant off right from the get go. His mind was made up then and there. It was time to leave. He had this feeling he didn't want to get on this guy's bad side though. He had met commanders in the forces that reminded him of Wills. Seemingly right there in he thick of it, but full of contingency plans and the like. Glynn popped back into view, pissed at himself for losing control of his power even for a slight amount of time. On the outside, that could have outed him.
"I'm going to leave now. Let's go Zahira." It was time to be blunt. He had tried the carrot, and he wasn't ready to try the stick. He hoped just telling her to come with him would work. He got this feeling that she wasn't wanting to stay here. He would give her what she might just want...Oppertunity. He really hoped she would take it.
He looked over to Meld and Isabel. "Thanks for the help Isabel. Aris, I'm sorry you got hurt. I wish I'd picked some other hot dog stand; but we stopped the bad guy before some innocent got hurt or killed. " He smiled at her. "I'm sure our paths will cross again. I know where you live it seems. Got a phone number? We'll get together for a bite to eat some time soon."
He turned to Garrett as he stood up from being close to Zahira. "Look, the cops are still probably looking for us so if you have a back way out of here, I'd appreciate the knowledge sir."
Zahira was just about to respond to Meld and Isabel when she stopped seeing the same man she had ran into at the park. She blinked. "Oh yer that guy from the park that I ran into along with Dominic." Came her responce. She looked at Flynn. "Fine lets go." She said calmly, as she started toward the exit, pulling on her glove as she did so.
"Sorry but I an't staying here." She added her voice clamer at seeing a familar face. "Interesting power." She commented to him. "And thanks I guess.... Well I'm out of here... as for the cops... let 'em come, what can they do to meh, that hasn't alreayd been done.... Nothing that's what." She siad calmly, she wasn't afraid of any cops, infact she looked strangely almost different, like she enjoyed the thought of killing.... which she wasnt going to admit it but she kind of did... or at least that's the voices in her head said to do.