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.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Mar 22, 2008 14:30:28 GMT -6
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> "...I couldn't stand to be a normal kid...just to inconvenience pigs like you. ...So please sir...accept my sincerest apologies."
Rupert bristled and smiled all at the same time. He tossed a condescending nod into the mix, too. "Apology sincerely accepted."
> "Yeah I get that reaction a lot. And it's because of guys like you. ...And don't worry about me getting away from little thing you guys made I can do a lot more then glow."
Rupert's attention snapped back to GloStick. He opened his mouth. He shut it again. That, right there, was exactly the kind of idiocy that wasn't his problem. Really, both of these muties weren't his problem. Why was he always making problems for himself? Let them get tossed in the Camp. Why did he even care? Good question.
> "Why with all the freak business dude? Like you said, the kid can't help it. You think he wants to be that easy to pick out in a crowd?"
"Yes," Rupert swung back towards the shopkeeper, who was attempting a cute little bit of posturing by standing as well, and failing because of bad genetics. He was a little on the short end to be posturing, too. Rupert jabbed a finger towards the man's chest, "Yes I do." He swung his finger to point at Florescent, but kept his gaze locked on the shopkeeper. "Obviously, if he didn't want to be 'that easy to pick out in a crowd', he wouldn't be walking on a crowded New York street in broad daylight with just a hat to cover up that Sun-Shiny face of his. Oh, excuse me: roller skating. He was roller skating through a crowded New York street in broad daylight, on a block where five cops where trying to take a fifteen minute coffee break without having to worry about one of you making a scene to lure us over and cry out 'self defense!' as you eviscerated us. Can you honestly tell me he wasn't trying to stand out, dude?"
The look on the shopkeeper's face after Rupert told him about his involvement with the Resistance put a smug smile on Rupert's face. This lasted for approximately the seventeen seconds it took the man to ruin Rupert's day.
> "Don't tell me you're the cop Naveed was talking about...No wonder he was hesitant."
Rupert froze on the stop, a chill creeping up his spine from the heels of his feet. It stood the hair along his neck up in its wake, and left the top of his head feeling like it had just had a bucket of ice water dumped on it.
> "Let me get this right, a human racist fascist like yourself works for a mutant resistance."
He didn't actually turn to acknowledge the kid's latest babbling face to face. He spoke while he was watching the shopkeeper rummage through tea cups. "...Human? Yeah, I'm human." His words felt as numb as the rest of him. "For the rest, get a dictionary. Your kind isn't another race of humanity; you're a different species. Try 'xenophobe', not 'racist'. And I'm a democrat, thanks; and thanks again for listening so intently: I do work for the Resistance. As far as I know, I'm the only human they've got on board. Not that they tell a simpleton homo sapiens like myself any damn thing."
Miraculously, there was a tea cup of scotch on the table. Rupert ignored the fact it was in a tea cup, and focused on the important thing, here: it was scotch. He stared at it a moment. Then he sat down, and drained about half of it with a long swallow and a cough. "Good man," he said to the shopkeeper. "Got a name? I'm Rupert. Rupert Kelley. Unfortunately." The rest of the scotch followed its kinsmen in a surge towards his stomach.
> "So if you're here to help...why all the bigotry and raging? You obviously realize we didn't ask for this...."
Rupert set down his tea cup--seriously, a tea cup? For scotch?--and answered absentmindedly: "I have severe anger management issues, and getting stabbed by one of you freaks didn't help. Thanks for asking." He wasn't looking at either of the mutants; instead, he was making quality eye contact with the rest of that bottle. The last time he'd been drinking, he'd ended up getting recruited by the Resistance. What he wanted to do was not a good idea. He knew that. Miss Scotch had the most lovely labels, though, and he was just a weak, weak man.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 22, 2008 21:12:35 GMT -6
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Things were progressing well, Tarin couldn't help but think as the cop threw his apology right back into his face. What was he going to say to that? He usually found himself above name calling, but he couldn't help muttering something about a 'smug bastard' under his breath.
Tarin had tried to man up, but the fact of the matter was that it was a hard thing to do when you were shorter than the person you were trying to intimidate. Frustrating, that's what it was, but it was nothing Tarin hadn't dealt with his whole life. Being the youngest, an the shortest of thee boys had eliminated a lot of the self consciousness years ago.
This man was spewing absolute nonsense though, he really did think that the kid wanted to stand out as much as he did. Despite the fact that he made good points about the kid's mode of transportation and lack of disguise in broad daylight, the whole attitude and tone of the discussion were difficult to swallow. Tarin shook his head, "I don't think he was out to hurt anyone. Most of us aren't...not any more than the average one of you anyway."
The kid was getting cheeky now too and Tarin cast him a bit of a disbelieving look, "If I were you kid, I'd keep my mouth shut. He makes a fair point about the roller skates, we'd already spoken about that." Tarin swung his gaze back to the cop and shrugged though, "He shouldn't have to hide at all...no matter what it is his face does. He's not hurting anyone here by existing...it wouldn't be any different on the street."
The cop was seriously effected by Naveed's name, and the sadistic side of Tarin was tempted to start chanting the name simply to unnerve him more. However, it seriously seemed to be effecting the man and Tarin wasn't one to taunt simply to be taunting.
As he responded to 'Hope's' last comments, Tarin listened, it appared that while he was a memeber of the resistance, the cop didn't feel exactly in the loop as far as it was concerned. Tarin had to laugh at his response to being called a racist fascist though, that was too funny to ignore. The man's words, however, did kind of perk Tarin's curiosity. He'd never thought of himself as an all together different species of human. It couldn't be the case, mutants and humans could have children, didn't that make them all the same, Tarin wanted to ask, but the absentminded way the cop was acting now stopped him.
Apparently Scotch was something that the two men could agree on and as the cop sat, draining half the cup in one go. Tairn almost applauded, then almost grinned as the cop offered his name. Irish, of course. Tarin nodded slowly, "I do have a name. Tarin Brooks." out of courtesy and habit he offered his hand to shake, wondering if the cop...if Rupert would take it.
He saw the way the guy was looking at the cup and sighed slightly, "I don't live here you know...and we generally only keep the stuff on hand that we need to entertain the guests to the shop...I know it's a tea cup, but it holds scotch pleanty well."
It seemed like the cop had relaxed to some degree and he felt inclined to answer the question Tarin had asked about his intense emotions. Tarin simple nodded his head, "Well that makes sense then." he said simply, then leaned back in his chair, following Rupert's line of sight. "Help yourself..." he said, gesturing at the scotch and taking a drink, smaller than the one Rupert had taken but still sizable enough to calm his still raging nerves. "The scotch doesn't drink itself and it's not my fiance's drink of choice."
Posted by sunshine on Mar 24, 2008 14:27:15 GMT -6
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Ethan just sat back and took it as the cop analized and broke down everylast part of his comment, just the same way that his annoying old history teacher used to do. Probally helped his need to dify authority. Anything that was said to this cop seemed to be a direct blow to the human race or a hint at mutant superiority. Ethan simply wasn't sure how much longer he could take this cops crap. He figured that if he upped the juice on his glow enough he could temporarily blind both of them, with the misfortion of blinding Tarin who had been nothing short of a savior to him, he could fly out of the store quickly enough so that the cop couldn't see where he went.
It was really risky though, he really didn't want to provoke the fury of the NYPD, or the so called 'Resistance' which he didn't think really existed. But on the other hand, he had an underground layer which he highly doubted anyone knew about, and he could pack up and be out of there in an hour. He could fly so pretty much anywhere in the country was an option, although he wouldn't be able to fly so well with Lucy...
As he weighed over these options the two adults broke into the booz, great just what he needed, drunken adults on his hand. He watched as the two began to drink, if he waited long enough he could easily just walk out of here with little to no confrontation. He smiled and waited for his oppretunity to show itself.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Mar 24, 2008 21:40:41 GMT -6
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> "I don't think he was out to hurt anyone. Most of us aren't...not any more than the average one of you anyway."
"...That's not reassuring," Rupert muttered. It really, really wasn't. Ever since the Sanctuary Police Massacre, pro-mutant NYPD officers had become a rare species, indeed. All of the zealots on the force had become hardcore. All of the people in the middle had gone zealot. Rupert himself had gone from feeling a little uneasy around mutants--but mostly just blissfully ignorant of them--to being a card-carrying member of the Church of Humanity.
> "He shouldn't have to hide at all...no matter what it is his face does. He's not hurting anyone here by existing...it wouldn't be any different on the street."
Rupert just shook his head, half-grinning sardonically. They always played innocent. Always. It was cute--like a ten year old with a chainsaw. Muties were dangerous. Them trying to act human was an insult. He wasn't quite sure what it insulted--humanity? themselves?--but the insult stood.
> "I do have a name. Tarin Brooks."
Rupert amiably shook the man's hand, snerking at the teacup explanation, and waving a hand at the invitation to help the vodka lower its drinking level. "I think," he said, tearing his eyes away from its lovely glass lines, "I'm good. I've got enough problems without adding in alcoholism." He stared at the Amazing Glowing Boy, just to have something to look at. "You don't talk much, do you?" He looked between the two of them, trying to see some sort of relation. "Did you two know each other before this, or were you just gripped by the sudden urge to senseless heroism, Mister Brooks?"
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 25, 2008 15:34:17 GMT -6
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Tarin shrugged his shoulders at the cop's bias. Sure it was a shame that he'd been involved in something nasty with mutants, but as a cop he'd surely seen more than his share of human/human violence as well. Tarin for one disliked separating it like that, he felt like a human...it wasn't all that different.
The cop shook his head and Tarin didn't like the look on his face. It dripped with resentment. He frowned into his cup of Scotch and sighed, "You really don't think we belong, do you?" he asked honestly. Tarin looked at him, a measuring look. The guy was obviously clean, there weren't any spirits with him...at least at the moment. That meant he wasn't a murderous psychopath. Just a bigot. Bigotry had it's reasons though, and Tarin was sure there was more to this story.
Tarin was honestly surprised when the man took the proffered hand and shook it firmly. Tarin smiled slightly at that and returned to his glass of alcohol.
"Suit yourself." Tarin said, shrugging his shoulders when the cop refused a refill from the bottle of Scotch. Draining another half of his cup, Tarin sighed and leaned back in his chair as Rupert turned his attention back to the kid who hadn't said anything in quite a while. He was being aweful quiet, Tarin couldn't help but hope he wasn't planning anything across the table in his silence. The cop's next question made him grin though and chuckle softly.
"The latter..." he answered, shaking his head, "I found myself in trouble that I didn't ask for a few times when I was younger."
The time that stuck in his head was when he was 19 and he'd ended up in jail for a week because he'd spoken to the spirit of a young child brutally murdered. Immediately going to the police with the story had proved a bad idea and he'd almost gotten himself jailed for doing the right thing, it was another reason Tarin disliked cops. Anything for another closed case...even if it's imprisoning an innocent man.
Realizing he'd lapsed into momentary silence Tarin took up the thread of what he'd been saying again, "The kid hadn't done anyone any harm, so I stepped in to try and help." Tarin just shrugged, "I'd have done it for anyone in a similar situation."
Posted by sunshine on Mar 29, 2008 18:20:46 GMT -6
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Ethan continued to sit back and listen to the adults speak, he was rolling over the idea of escape in his head and decided to place it aside for now, saving it for incase some real trouble came along and he could be out of here in a second. He heard Tarin mention something about rescuing Ethan and he decided it was time to slip in a comment. "I was perfectly capable of getting away myself, i've done it before. Powers like mine being found out every now and then is inevidable." He leaned forward placing one of his hands on thetable the other sat on his knee.
"And i'm not going to sit around in my...where i hide, all day just because humans have a problem with mutants." He sat back once again, crossing his arms, and going into the state that all teenagers went into when adults talk, paying half attention and not caring. It seemed like the two didn't even realize that Ethan was still here, just talking about him the way they were was making him angry like he was some sort of baby that couldn't take care of himself.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Mar 30, 2008 13:05:37 GMT -6
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> "You really don't think we belong, do you?"
"Whether or not you belong isn't the issue," Rupert answered calmly, turning his empty teacup between his palms. "What I think is that with your kind around, humanity is extinct; most of us just haven't realized we're making the long walk yet." He left it at that.
> "The latter... I found myself in trouble that I didn't ask for a few times when I was younger. ...The kid hadn't done anyone any harm, so I stepped in to try and help. I'd have done it for anyone in a similar situation."
Rupert nodded, leaning back in his chair. He kept a finger on the rim of the teacup, tracing it heavily. "Good man," he repeated. "Can't say I'd mind having that attitude; just stepping in to help strangers." It didn't occur to him in the least that the motives that had landed him in this room were nearly the same. His motives just happened to involve more yelling than Tarin's.
> "I was perfectly capable of getting away myself, I've done it before. Powers like mine being found out every now and then is inevitable. ...And I'm not going to sit around in my...where I hide, all day just because humans have a problem with mutants."
Rupert stared at the kid, one eyebrow slowly climbing up his forehead. "Call the number I gave you, kid. Just... call the number." They could deal with him. Rupert wasn't a fan of the freaks to begin with: rebellious teenage freaks with authority-defiance issues were someone else's problem, not his.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 30, 2008 15:39:30 GMT -6
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Tarin frowned slightly as Rupert explained, but he honestly couldn't argue with the other man. The optomist in Tarin said that what Rupert thought was wrong, that mutants and humans could easily live together in harmony, that there was no reason to speak of things like extinction. The other part of Tarin, the educated and calculating part was remembering something he'd learned in a class in college. Neanderthals and modern man had coexisted for a while but something had happened, the neanderthals died out and modern man continued. Was it going to be the same with humans and mutants? Tarin realized that silence had lapsed and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, Rupert wouldn't want to hear the bullshit, but he smiled.
Now Rupert was complimenting the attitude that Tarin had taken, saying he wouldn't mind feeling the same way and Tarin laughed. "Believe me, it's not a personality trait, I was out the door before I knew what I was doing." Tairn paused for a moment and stared at what was left of his scotch in the teacup, "Most of the time I'm a coward, hiding in the shadows..." he added bitterly.
The kid just simply didn't know how to help himself and Tarin stared at him in disbelief. "Yeah..." he said, cocking an eyebrow then narrowing his eyes slightly, "It looked like you had everything well in hand laying on your ass in the middle of the street. I'd take this guy's advice and stop running your mouth if I were you." Tarin didn't know if the kid had heard him or not, by this point he was slumped in his chair in a classic show of teenage defiance and rancor. Let him pout.
Turning back to Rupert and shaking his head, Tarin rolled his eyes, "That's gratitude for you."
Posted by sunshine on Mar 30, 2008 19:44:14 GMT -6
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[[OOC: I love teenage defiance, i mean look at Geo and now Sunshine too. No wonder Riggs didn't work, too old. Calley i hape you don't mind if i chip a bit off you writing style, it seems alot easier to understand.]]
> "Call the number I gave you, kid. Just... call the number."
Ethan reluctantly took the number from the cop. He wasn't entirly sure if he should call the number, he figured the guy might be luring them with false security and he really didnn't want to have to go on the run. He was comfortable here in New York, more comfortable then his old house in California, but he figured that it was worth a shot if it could get him to a place with people like himself. "Ok I'll call..." he swallowed his teenage pride, "...thank you."
>"It looked like you had everything well in hand laying on your ass in the middle of the street. I'd take this guy's advice and stop running your mouth if I were you."
Ethan gave Tarin a look, not an angry 'I'm gunna smash your head in' look but a 'who's side are you on?' look. "Just so you know I was about to fly my ass out of there when you came along. Don't go blaing me 'cause your 'Mr. Good Samaritan' and for your.." Ethans comment was cut off by Tarin speaking.
>"That's gratitude for you."
Ethan maded a noise, sorta like a 'pfft' and leaned back in his chair crossing his arms. He was about ready to get out of there. He couldn't believe that they were treating him like this when he was equally effected by the situation. What ever happened to mutants helping each other. One little accident and these two were off basically calling him an idiot for being outside. If he didn't get any sun he would probally die but he couldn't blame them because they didn't know that, but still a guy needs to eat right. Ethan decided to keep his mouth shut this time. He was suprised that the cop had'nt connected him to that accidental murder that must have been reported, or the countless charges of graffiti that cops were present during.
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((ooc: Chip away, Geo. I actually swiped that style from Sonya, meself. ))
> "Your kind simply needs to reproduce faster."
Rupert's finger went still on the rim of the tea cup. A second later the cup toppled over, hitting the table with a ceramic cleck of protest. Rupert's head slowly swiveled back to Tarin. He attempted to lock eyes with the man. He attempted to keep locking eyes until the guy looked away.
"Great. So we're just rabbits, to you? Are you going to hunt us, trap us? Benevolently control our population for us?" Suddenly, he was happy the kid was in the room. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to launch off into a full tirade in front of a kid.
> "Ok I'll call... ...thank you."
"Yeah, no problem," he said distantly, still attempting to crush the other man under the weight of his stony gaze. His eyes were starting to sting a little from the dust in the room.
> "Just so you know I was about to fly my ass out of there when you came along. Don't go blaming me 'cause your 'Mr. Good Samaritan' and for your... pfft."
> "That's gratitude for you."
Rupert couldn't help a small snort. He blinked at the same time. Damn it.
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Whoops. Tarin actually swallowed, blinking at the vhemanence in the other man's voice as he launched into a tirade about population control and the like. Tarin looked at the cup to make sure that nothing had broken and when he was sure it hadn't he raised his eyes and nearly flinched at the cold edge in the eyes of the cop sitting across from him at the table.
Tarin looked back steadily, and much to his horror felt a blush creeping up his neck at the obvious insult he'd paid the other man. It hadn't been his intent, in fact the complete opposite had been. He couldn't look away now though, obviously the guy was trying to make a point with the staring contest. He wasn't even blinking. That was amazing.
"I didn't mean that at all..." Tarin said, a frown marring his features slightly as he kept his eyes on the other man. "I was actually trying to lighten the mood. It was obviously a poor attempt at humor and I apologize." Tarin knew when he'd misstepped and he wasn't nearly arrogent enough to be one of those men who couldn't apologize for a misdeed. As biased as he appeared to be this cop seemed to be a decent sort.
He was still staring though and Tarin started to wonder what it was that caused all of this. He wanted to ask, but knew sure as hell that they weren't on that kind of level. There were no spirits with the man, at least at the moment...Tarin shrugged as the kid launched into a fresh tirade of teenage angst. He didn't even acknowlege it this time. His eyes were still locked brown vs whatever the hell kind of color that was...until he snorted and blinket. Tarin sighed in relief and looked away, it felt alright to do that now. There...that would teach him for trying to be funny.
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((ooc: Sunshine asked me to go ahead and skip his turn; his character is just going to keep listening to us, as much as teenagers ever do. ))
> "I didn't mean that at all... I was actually trying to lighten the mood. It was obviously a poor attempt at humor and I apologize."
The blush made that statement more believable, but Rupert still held the man's gaze a moment longer. Partly on the principle of the matter, and largely because it took a moment for that apology to register. It wasn't until after Rupert blinked, actually, that he realized that man had apologized: apologized. If there was anything foreign to Rupert, apologies certainly topped the list.
He didn't know how to reply to that. He settled for reaching for the bottle of scotch, righting his teacup, and pouring himself a half-glass. "It's fine," he muttered, and took a gulp. He set down the cup, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. Less comfortably. "Well, I've probably been overstaying my welcome since before I came in. Have a good day." He climbed to his feet, pushing the chair in. He stared down at the teenager, slumped and nearly catatonic in a self-induced way in his chair. "Call the number," he said again. "Really. They couldn't probably even pick you up from here."
He almost made it to the door into the front room before he remembered a little something--two solid strides brought him back to the table, and the tea cup. Rupert drained the last swallow of scotch.
((ooc: Either of you, feel free to stop him; otherwise, it feels right for Rup to make his escape right about now.))
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The cop stared for a few more moments before he looked away, but it seemed like the damage had been at least partially corrected. What the words didn't heal, the scotch apparently washed away a little more effectively Tarin thought as Rupert righted his cup and poured the amber liquid until it was half full. A gulp and all seemed decent again.
Tarin watched as the man stood then, announcing that he'd overstayed his welcome before he'd even came into the shop. Before Tarin could say anything Rupert had entreated the kid to call the number again. Tarin honestly hoped that he would...assuming it wasn't actually a number to turn himself in. The suspicion was still there, if only in a tiny dose.
Almost to the door, Rupert stopped and turned and reapproached the table. Tarin watched curiously then laughed out loud when he grabbed the cup and drained the rest of the scotch. The laughter followed the man back to the door, "Feel free to stop by any time..." followed and when he heard the door shut he turned back to the kid.
"As nonplussed as you want to act kid...you got lucky today. I'd take the good detective's advice. So...you want to tell me how those powers of yours work now that it's a single species room?"
OOC- Not that I want Rupert to go...but I think you're right. The timing there is just right!
Ethan chuckled a bit to himself as the cop left, when he first saw the sheild he assumed that he was dead or was gunna be put somewhere that made him wish he was. He did consider himself lucky that he was here right now and that he had the number of a 50% chance Mutant Resistance and a 50% chance Ambush.But still, he was lucky.
>"As nonplussed as you want to act kid...you got lucky today. I'd take the good detective's advice. So...you want to tell me how those powers of yours work now that it's a single species room?"
"Sunlight," He paused to let the first word sink in, "I'm basically a mini version of the sun only I don't burn everything up unless i concentrate. I can fly and my reflexes have majorly inproved, and the reason i come out so often is because if i don't i go back to my human self, and if i don't get sun for more then a week i could very well die...learned that the hard way." Ethan remembered having to drag himself out of the subway to get sunlight. "And incase you didn't notice i glow, the only reason it's so mellow now is because the sun is setting and it turns to a faint glow at night. Now that I've shared my inner workings with you, may I ask you the same?" He stood up and stretched, the tension in the room had let up major now that the cop left and he was feeling more comfortable, which reminded him. He ran into the other room and grabbed his bag from the counter and brought it into the back room. He unzipped it just enough that he could reach his hand inside and feel the wallets, he felt relized and closed the bag placing it on his lap.