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?
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Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 19, 2008 17:27:31 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" That's funny, Crystal. No, I won't hassle you further about things like that. I have to be responsible some time, don't I? I only have one more question for you and I will be silent. Well, for now."
Crystal raised one eyebrow, intrigued.
"What do your amazing files say about Haywire? That is the true culprit that binds Iris and I together, after all."
"Haywire, huh? That's an easy one." She glanced at Iris, an indication that she would be asking her own questions later. "Haywire, aka Jacquelyn “Jack” Guy. Age fourteen. Birthplace New York Citiy. Last know address before Registration, Burke, New York. Her mutation causes humans to suffer varying forms and stages of illness, with one hundred percent chance of death if not removed from range. Mutants respond in varying ways, but the immediate response is lost of control in varying degrees, obviously depending on mutation. Fatality percentage is quite high, though much lower than humans, and it takes considerably longer exposure to result in death. Obviously Syn has found a way to recreate the Haywire effect without Jack's physical presence as a requirement. Because the effect is linked to the x-gene, only a small tissue sample would be required to enable recreation."
The hologram paused in her recitation, then added, "If you were exposed in the same way she was," pointing to Iris, "then likely death isn't in your future. She's been around for a year, and is in perfect health. Physically."
Iris spared the three-dee image a jaundiced look. "Thank you for reminding us of my level of sanity, Crystal, with which you are not helping."
Crystal smirked. "That's what I'm here for, Twitchy."
She continued to hover, her interest now thoroughly piqued. Should Iris decide to deactivate her, she knew she could easily reactivate herself, and eavesdrop via the phone.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 19, 2008 15:31:27 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
(OOC: Gotta love the head trips. ;D)
" I appreciate the help, Crystal. What little it is gives me more than I had. Who is this Dorian King, though? Any files on him? If he created this Sanctuary, then he may be the financial backing. Usually the money leads the way."
Crystal narrowed her eyes at the young mutant in seeming annoyance. But the 'book' appeared a second time for her to flip through.
"Dorian King. Age unknown. Birthplace unknown. Location unknown. List of business owned and/or associated with...."
She rattled off a number of well-known businesses, including King Pharmaceuticals, that even surprised Iris. She had never pressed Hunter for further information after crossing paths with Syn the second time, and hadn't thought to ask Crystal, though it seemed rather obvious now. Unless.... she hadn't wanted to know.....
"Huh. Sounds like the guy's a shadow to me. He hasn't been heard from or seen since before Registration," Crystal mused. "Here's a picture of him, though."
A three-dimensional, rotating head shot of Mr. King appeared in the air above Crystal's left shoulder. Over the right, a picture of Syn rotated as well. Iris involuntarily shuddered and looked away. One of these days she was going to have to face her fears, if she ever wanted to have some semblance of a normal life.
Today was not that day. Not yet.
Crystal saw her 'student's' reaction and rolled her eyes. Humans and mutants were a strange breed indeed. "Any other questions, since I obviously have nothing better to do?" Her bored tone dripped sarcasm, though it was directed toward Iris, not Garrett, her way of reminding her doppleganger of the lack of recent training sessions. "I hear the Sanctuary is back to normal once more. I could track down their hat and shoe sizes, and I'm sure Syn would love a housewarming gift. Perhaps something in early Iron Maiden?"
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 19, 2008 0:39:25 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"Completely hairless, actually. Just one of those mutation things, I suppose. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Crystal. I'd shake hands, but well, you know."
Crystal snorted. "Yeah, might have some issues with that one." Her tone indicated more than the simple lack of physical presence on her part. Iris's cheeks flushed pink a bit in embarrassment, a pink that intensified when the hologram turned to stare at her.
"Now what's wrong with you? You're blood pressure just went up again. You seriously need a vacation, Iris."
" No reason to beat around the bush. I was speaking to Iris here about a woman named Syn and her organization. She informed me that you might be able to help me find out about it. Can you?"
Crystal turned her attention back to Garrett. "Syn? You mean the whack-a-doo goth girl with the plastic smile? Well, let's see what I've got on file."
She crossed her legs, and floated genie-style in front of the pair. A book appeared in her lap, representing her memory files. Iris blinked curiously as the hologram also donned a pair of librarian-ish reading glasses. Why would she need those?
Crystal flipped through her memory for a few minutes, turning the pages of her representative journal.
"All I have is a few of the basics. Aelly Ssyn, age seventeen, born in New York City. Not much else. Her last known residence, before Registration, was the Sanctuary, a homeless shelter built by Dorian King. I'd suggest you start there if you're looking for her." She continued to 'read' for a bit, then added, "Nothing about any organization. Of course, we all know there is one, somewhere."
The book closed and vanished. She yawned, as if bored. "If you really want to find her, I'd suggest blowing up a few buildings. Or just causing a bit of havoc in general. That always seems to bring out the fun characters in this city."
"Crystal!"
"What? It's true, isn't it? New York is Mutant Central. It only common sense that the most efficient way to find someone is to have them come to you." Crystal shook her head at Iris, as if she should have known that.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 17, 2008 21:50:22 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"I'd be a fool not to take a chance with this friend of yours, Iris and a liar if I said I didn't want to. Any help you can offer is appreciated."
"Heh. You might feel differently after you meet her." The bland retort accompanied the motion of phone retrieval from her waist.
"I'm sorry that our meditations are over for the time being. It is temporary. I can't enjoy peace like I once could. Not without the balance of war."
Iris sighed, and ran her fingers lightly over the buttons on her phone.
"And, I'd be lying, too, if I said I wasn't disappointed. But.... I understand." She smiled sadly, then gave a vocal command to her phone.
"Activate program MPath."
She hadn't finished speaking when the air before them shimmered slightly. A three dimensional image of Iris appeared, and looked around at their location. At least, it resembled her physical appearance. But from the moment the hologram spoke, the differences were obvious.
"Central Park? You actually worked up enough guts to come back here?" Crystal leaned forward and narrowed her eyes at Iris. "What, did Hunter whip you up a new gem that doesn't change your hair?"
Iris ignored the image, and gave Garrett a resigned grimace. "Garrett, meet Crystal. Crystal is computer program a friend created for me."
"A computer program? Hardly." The hologram crossed her arms, and gave Garrett a once-over look. "You have no hair," she stated bluntly. Iris let her head drop slightly into her open palm.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 17, 2008 19:40:42 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" If she comes out only a bit odd I think we will have cleared a generational milestone or two."
She’d just put the mug back to her lips when Virote said that. Her shoulders jerked slightly, holding in a laugh to keep from choking. She hurriedly reached for a napkin to cover her mouth.
"If you think it is ok then i'm ok with it.” A pause, then, "Will Vuncle be there?"
”I hope not. But if he is, and I find out he’s so much as bared his fangs at her, I’ll add them to Star’s collection personally,” she stated matter-of-factly. Without the power of her original mutation to combat her half-brother’s matter-altering and vampiric abilities, she’d be hard pressed to carry through on her threat. But if anything happened to her daughter while in his presence, the sun would freeze over before she stopped trying.
About the hawk, she nodded agreement. ”She’ll enjoy that. Plus Crystal will be watching her in the Labs, like always.” She referred to the sarcastic AI hologram that had started out as Iris’s trainer, and evolved into one of her protectors and friends.
She tilted her head sideways and set her cup down, and grinned playfully at her husband. ”You ever get the feeling we’re just a bit overprotective?”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 16, 2008 21:45:00 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
“ I took both days off actually, a little bit ago, made sure that the classes would be covered. Sebastion had no problem what so ever.”
A relieved smile creased Iris's mouth. She should have known he'd remember. 'Thank you', she mouthed over Starling's head, while the little one made with the pouting.
"No fair, not taking us. Dusty wanted to visit his family in Auster-aliah. He's got cousins there he's never met."
Iris quirked one eyebrow in surprise, both at how well her daughter had managed to pronounce the long word, but also at the very idea of such a trip.Starling wouldn't understand just yet, of course, but that continent was a hotbed of trouble between mutants and humans. While she had every confidence in Virote's abilities, there was no way she was going to let her little girl anywhere near that place. Especially not for a feathered family reunion.
Time for a bit of reverse psychology.
Iris shrugged, reaching for a pancake and the syrup. "Well, I guess we can go, if Dusty really wants to. I'll just have to tell Grandpa Hunter you had other things to do today. He will be awfully disappointed though-"
"Vampa! I can show him my bat teeth collection! Betsy brought me a new one yesterday, too! Dusty, where we put it??"
She watched the two little blurs of motion race out the door and down the hall. Then her eyes crossed as she examined a stray clump of mussed hair in her face, hair that had abruptly turned bright yellow.
"You know," she remarked aloud as the color faded back to white, "I know there's something in that set of exclamation points that should really bother me."
She sighed, and took a sip from her coffee mug. "I have class today, until noon. After that, we can go." She paused, then added, "Hunter offered to let her spend the night." There was the hint of a question in her tone. And possibly a bit of apprehension.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 16, 2008 19:41:39 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" You seem worried, Iris. I don't mean to go knock down their front doors and put my pain powers on them. That might be exciting for the moment, but only the moment."
Unconsciously Iris let out a sigh of relief.
"No, I want them to stop being a shadowy organization that can apparently abduct and experiment on mutants with no ramifications."
A random rumination fluttered by, before being settling into the back of her mind. <"Is that all? Shame.">
"My plan is quite simple. I wish to expose this organization and Syn for what they are. To the world. No need for me to break down their doors or hurt a single hair on this woman's head when there would be countless others to do it for me once their identities are revealed. I asked for your assistance mainly because you seem to have connections and know people that I simply don't. I'm sorry if I scared you, dear."
"Force of habit," she remarked, her gloomy air lightening a bit. She returned the pressure of his hand, before pulling away and straightening up.
"I don't know how much help I can really be. I never did find out where we were kept. And the only other time I've seen Syn was during Registration-"
She halted the rest of her statement, and blinked. After a moment she continued, "On second thought, I think I know someone who might be able to help. If she's in an agreeable mood."
From Iris's expression, her 'friend's' mood was as unpredictable as her mutation.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 16, 2008 16:56:56 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"This has been very helpful, Iris. You have been a very thoughtful and caring friend so far and I do appreciate it. I really need to find these people. Maybe we could both work together and get some kind of meaningful revenge?"
For a moment Iris though her crystal gem had awakened and shot the rainbow of emotions through her thoughts. Likely he'd be able to see them in her eyes, like watching a slideshow. But they were all hers, not warped in anyway by her mutation.
Revenge would be.... thrilling. To see Syn squirm, to feel the pain she'd imposed returned threefold, or even more?
Another part of her recoiled from the malicious delight that possibility brought forth. Such feelings weren't Iris, weren't her. Yet they were so enticing.
Doubt followed on its heels. What if Syn had some kind of mutation that made her immune to pain and/or suffering of any kind? Or what if she was some kind of psychic, like Hunter? Maybe the whole 'messing with your mind' really was just that. Iris did vaugely remember something about Syn, how persuasive she could be, though her memory was fogged about the details.
Or maybe she was simply paranoid again. Maybe her fear had kept her from doing something that should have been done long ago. Maybe revenge would help her move on. Maybe....
"I-I'm not.... s-sure...." She bit her lip, and looked away. "What were you th-thinking of?"
It appeared that peaceful meditation would not be in the agenda this day.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 13, 2008 1:33:18 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" Them? It had never occurred to me before. You know who it was, don't you?"
Though he seemed not to have heard her last question, Garrett's tone of voice answered her first perfectly. Her frown deepened a bit further into a gloomy scowl, and her hand moved to her shoulder.
"I know who did it to me. What happened to you.... It sounds pretty close."
She shifted uncomfortably on the bench, debating what to say. She'd told very few people what had happened to her, and even those few only knew bits and pieces. But never the whole story. But Garrett.... he'd experienced the trauma. And a lot more. 'A common burden', he'd phrased it. He could understand, could sympathize.
"They kidnapped me out of the Park. Not far from here, actually. Me and.... a friend. And several others. I never did find out where we were. I think Neena knows, but she wouldn't tell me, and I didn't press it. I just remember waking up in a cell, like something you see in a sci-fi movie. It felt like being an animal in a zoo."
Her eyes glaze over as she let the long-fought memories flood in.
"Haywire was a mutant. A girl. Named Jack. When she came too close, she made the humans sick, and made us...." She shook her head slowly. "I-I don't really remember what actually happened. Her power made me hallucinate. But I saw the aftermath when I woke up."
She closed her eyes, recalling that dark red stain on the floor of her cell which had greeted her after she woke from the 'test run'.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She couldn't dwell on her thoughts too long. If she did, more than simple guilt and anger began to build, and she couldn't afford that. Instead she turned to look him in the eye, to give herself something else to focus on.
"From what everyone tells me, the second time I lost it Jack was nowhere nearby. I can only imagine that Syn found a way to duplicate the effect remotely. That's what it sounds like happened to you, though I can't say for sure. She was the main one in charge, from what I could tell. I don't know much about 'them'...." she held up her fingers in a 'quote unquote' gesture, ".... or her really. Other than the fact that she has a nasty way of messing with your mind, and enjoys it immensely. I wouldn't be surprised if she would enjoy someone trying to strangle her."
A shudder rippled through Iris's body, sending a wave of goosebumps down her arms.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 12, 2008 14:38:34 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"If it is anyone's place to pry, it is yours, Iris. That is half the reason why we are here, isn't it? To share in our common burden? I know we haven't known each other long, but I want you to be able to trust me as I wish to be able to trust you.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ”Well, you certainly sound like a couple of my friends.” Although they hadn’t used Garrett’s exact wording, she could almost hear Virote’s and Neena’s voice speaking them.
”As far as his presence, yes. It is more like a general feeling of spite and a slight desire to do harm. I just need to redirect it to those responsible."
”Just a slight desire?” Without moving her head, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. ”You don’t think, given the opportunity, you would kill them?”
Coming from Iris, such a statement might have sounded harshly out of character, what with her constant anxiety that she might hurt someone. Yet, that thought had crossed her mind many times in the months after her attack. When she had come across Syn during Registration, had the proper gem activated, she might have tried. If the circumstances were right in the future, she couldn’t completely trust herself not to follow through with her desires. She’d felt similar urges regarding Kaz, up until their paths had crossed recently. She was still coming to terms with that conversation, actually. And Hunter? That was just complicated....
A slight breeze blew an early-changing leaf from it’s tree perch, and dropped it onto the lake, sending out a new wave of ripples across the clear surface.
”Have you ever killed anyone before?” She wasn’t sure why, but that question just seemed a natural continuance of their conversation. A discontent frown settled onto her face as she watched the ripples spread.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 11, 2008 23:43:26 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" I can see that. Though I am not scared either. My situation must have been different. I suppose every situation is different with it except that the broken pieces afterward look similar."
She nodded. She wished fear hadn't been part of her reaction, but was glad he didn't have to deal with it. Plus, a large chunk of her fear had other origins; Haywire had simply been the catalyst.
Iris straightened up slowly as he began describing his experience in the Registration Camps. Her facial expressions ran the gambit between surprise, sorrow, anger, shock, confusion, sympathy, and a few other random emotions. She'd had an inside look at the Church of Humanity, a major driving force behind the Camps. But suddenly she felt as if she'd gone through the whole experience with blinders on.
He seemed suddenly weary, and rubbed his eyes. She reached out and hesitantly squeezed his shoulder.
"Garrett, I'm sorry. I.... I didn't realize you had that much to deal with." She bit her lip, and went quiet again as he continued.
"At the height of the virus' peak, I was rendered unconscious by Maya. The virus turned on me, having no outlet. I almost died. This demonic visage I had created in the camps turned on me, wanting to kill me. I used the power of the virus to reintegrate it into myself all at once. This was like slapping my mind together with crazy glue, emphasis on crazy."
"Heh. Now that I can totally sympathize with," she sighed dolefully.
"So now here I am. Or here he is. Here we are. It is no longer a present danger, yet it is no longer an imaginary vision. We are combined into the man you see before you."
She turned her gaze forward again, toward the lake this time. "And now you have to figure out who you are all over again. All the time wondering if you were always this person before, and was just fooling yourself into thinking otherwise." A quiet pause. "Was it really Haywire, or was it me all along?"
"So.... can you feel him still? Or is it more like..... um, I dunno. I'm sorry," she apologized. "Never mind. It's not my place to pry."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 11, 2008 15:51:43 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris knew that Garrett hadn't been around when she had attacked the Mansion under Haywire's influence, or even the months afterward. Yet, what he described feeling and seeing was so similar to her own reaction, it was almost unnerving. And it seemed that once the gates opened, there was no stopping the flood of emotion. She felt sympathetic tears prick her own eyes.
" I don't know if anyone can help me, either. Everything seems wrong. I can tell I am not acting like myself, but it's like...it's like I don't care. The passion that drove me is gone, yet something else sizzles and pops in my core in its place."
She looked around for someplace to sit, his attire not really suitable to sit on the grass. Besides, attempting to meditate at that point seemed inappropriate. Spotting a bench, she motioned in that direction, and sat down.
"It's a scary feeling, isn't it? Not knowing and not caring." She sighed and slouched down in the seat, and leaned back to stare up at the sky. "Kind of like looking into a cracked mirror. You know you're looking at yourself, but the image is messed up. And there's nothing you can do to fix it."
She turned her head to look at him. "Could you see what was happening? Or feel it, inside?" She winced, remembering the pain in her head, like being stabbed, just before the poison kicked in fully.
Then since she didn't want him to think her prying or intrusive, she added, "Everything I saw was warped. I knew something was wrong, but.... I couldn't figure out what. My mind kept telling me that I was in danger, but I guess the signals got crossed about where the danger was."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 10, 2008 16:40:14 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"I apolgize if I startled you."
Iris shook her head. "No need to apologize. Everything startles me, remember?" She made an attempt at levity, to regain her balance.
"Yes. I just felt like I should dress for the occasion."
Occasion? Since when was a meditation session an 'occasion'?
"Of course, there's nothing wrong with casual attire. I just haven't been feeling very casual since the event."
Ah. No wonder. She nodded, and her hand habitually went to her shoulder. "I can imagine," she remarked quietly.
" Yes, I am getting stronger every day, my friend. You are looking quite well yourself. I suppose I am having some kind of effect on you. I am glad it is a positive one."
She sighed at his last statement. "Okay, now you're starting to sound like me. Like you're expecting something to go wrong. I'm supposed to be the negative one, remember?"
Her eyes went to the ground as she tried to find the right wording for the question she wanted to ask. It took several tries, and she still wasn't happy with the result, but at least her sincerity came out the way she meant it to.
"Are you.... I mean, how bad..... mmm, how do I say this? Um.... Do you need to talk? About it?"
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 10, 2008 15:32:37 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
" Iris. Good to see you again."
Her head snapped around, and she reached out a hand to balance herself from falling over. She repressed the urge to run, though. She'd been trying to work on that 'flight or fight' response. She blinked for a moment, not at first recognizing the man addressing her.
"Garrett!" she finally got out. "Hi! Wow. You look...." Nice? Dressed up? Businesslike? Gangster-ish? Gray? Stiff? "..... different."
She dropped the rest of the duck food into the water and got to her feet, wiping her hands on her jeans. She regarded him for a moment, obviously confused at the change in appearance. Then she realized she was staring, and cleared her throat.
"Sorry. So.... um, good to see you on your feet again." She did not ask if he was okay. That question always sounded.... insincere.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 9, 2008 22:03:02 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris sat on the edge of one of the many large ponds scattered around Central Park, feeding a small flock of ducks that had wandered over. Several uneventful excursions to the mini forest in the center of New York had restored, at least partially, her confidence that not every day had to hold some sort of confrontation. She couldn’t say she was calmer, or that she didn’t flinch at every shadow that crossed her path. But she did feel a bit more.... peaceful.
Then again, several other ‘outside factors’ might have been helping with that area, including her meditation sessions with Garrett.
A slight frown crossed her face. She still wasn’t sure of the extent of his mutation; she hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask him yet, possibly because of the unease her own caused. But she knew it included pain, and that he’d lost control at the Mansion not long ago. According to the assistant Headmistress, it sounded like another Haywire attack. He seemed to have recovered all right, just as she had. Physically, anyway. And while she didn’t really know him all that well, she could tell something had changed.
Now she just had to work up the nerve to ask him about it. If he came. She’d visited a couple of times at the Mansion, but this would be their first meditation session since he’d been declared well enough to leave the Infirmary. She wasn’t even sure if he’d show up. When she’d been in the same position, nearly a year ago, she’d run from her friends. She wouldn’t blame him if he did as well. It appeared Haywire had more aftershocks than a nine-point-oh earthquake.
She sighed, and flicked several pellets at the flock, watching the ripples in the water. Ripples and aftershocks. One deadly, one peaceful, yet both the result of a disturbance in the flow of life. She snorted mentally. No doubt Garrett would find some lesson for her in that thought, some word of wisdom to endeavor to live by.
Maybe she’d keep that little thought to herself for the time being.....