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 Iris/Rayne on Sept 8, 2008 14:13:51 GMT -6
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By the time they reached the Mansion gates, Iris was struggling to stay awake. She stumbled several times in the process of getting out of the van and following everyone inside. By the time they reached the Infirmary, she had to stop.
"I'm sorry," she told Flloyd, "but I ca-...." A very undignified yawn cut off her already-slurring words. She shook her head. "Sorry, I can't explain yet. I can't keep going. Give me.... *yawn* .... five minutes, and I'll be back. I promi-"
She covered her mouth, and backed back out into the hall. She needed to find somewhere to pass out out, before her mutation forced her unconscious on its own.
Her eyes fell on a nearby door. It was the room she'd occupied briefly, nearly a year ago. Neena had told her it was still open, and gave her the key. But where was the key?
She fumbled in her purse for it, and then to get the lock open, her fingers made clumsy by her degrading mental state. Finally the door swung open, and she all but fell inside. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned against it, and slid down until she sat on the floor. She concentrated as hard as possible, and forced the Liquid gem to go dormant. Her head slumped sideways, and she passed out.
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Ten minutes passed before Iris entered the Infirmary again, looking as if she'd been asleep. But the blond and grey had returned to her hair and eyes, as had the look of anxiety to her face. She searched for either Flloyd or Naveed, as the the DocProf was likely with Raina.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 8, 2008 1:49:57 GMT -6
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" You still up for pancakes, hun?"
Virote cleared his throat and Iris blinked. "Mmwha-? Oh! Yes, food's good. Sorry." She yawned and rubbed at her eyes again. "Think I need a pick-me-up."
Still holding the little girl, she stood up, then set the little one back down in her seat, and pushed the chair in so she could reach the pancakes. She inhaled deeply, and smiled.
"Mmmm, those smell heavenly! Thanks, love." She gave him another kiss, then made her way to the coffee pot in the corner of the counter.
Her addiction to caffeine had followed her out of youth, refusing to let her go. She wasn't the kind to become grumpy without her morning coffee, but rather a bit scatterbrained. Her body automatically got up with the sun, but her brain preferred to stay asleep until she gave it that extra jolt.
With her drug of choice perking contentedly, she returned to the breakfast table. Starling munched away, while the little bird hopped onto her head and began cleaning away banana bits off of his beak and toes.
"V, are you busy today at all? Or tomorrow maybe?" she asked quietly. She hoped he wouldn't be, but didn't want to assume. Now that she was partially awake, she remembered what day it was, and why she'd had that particular nightmare again. A single rose stood in a vase by the front door, ready to make its journey across the country. Ready to show that time was no barrier to grief, nor was grief to happiness. Iris knew that she would never stop grieving her Tia's loss, nor would she likely be able to rid herself of the guilt that went along with it. But she hadn't let that stop her from living, and deep down, she knew her Tia would be proud.
"Are we going somewhere? Can we fly there, Daddy? Pleeeeease?" Starling pleaded eagerly, naturally assuming that a 'day off' included going somewhere with her. Somewhere that, hopefully, involved flying.
The five-year-old adored flying, and being able see and speak with the birds meant that she had absolutely no fear of heights. Flying with her Dad wasn't quite as good as having wings of her own, but it was a close second. And she knew to appeal to him, rather than her mother. She could usually get a 'yes' out of Daddy much more readily than Momma. It had taken Iris nearly three years to get over the panic of letting the little girl go higher than a foot or two into the air. But when your husband could fly at the speed of sound..... eventually you learned to deal.
Coffee helped. Coffee helped a lot. Speaking of which....
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 8, 2008 0:31:57 GMT -6
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(OOC: No prob, And yes the DocProf is a healer NPC. His profile is here, first post.)
"I only have... my bike. I was hoping you'd have a car..."
Iris snorted. "Not in this town. It's quicker to walk."
"I've got one option...." She watched him pull out a phone. "Yeah. Naveed...."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh great. Just what who we need to make this even more of a soap opera." She glanced at the unconscious Raina, and sighed. All of this drama would hit her later. For now, she'd have to hope that her calm, if somewhat satirical, demeanor wouldn't degrade into carelessness before they got the ice chanter some help.
She continued to keep Raina soaked, hoping the cold water wasn't doing any unseen damage.
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"WHAT THE HELL WENT ON HERE."
Iris winced, her gem-powered ears extra sensitive at the moment. "I think our ride's here," she remarked caustically.
"Flloyd, You- er Iris, van... NOW"
While the giant man bellowed, Iris focused on taking as much of the water as possible with them. Since Flloyd had Raina, and water was much easier than any other liquid to manipulate, she was able to pull her own phone out as they ran.
"I need Neena," she all but shouted at whoever answered the phone. "I don't care if she's in class. Tell her it's an emergency, and it involves Raina!"
Naveed hit the gas, and she nearly lost her grip on the phone. She glowered at him in the rearview mirror. However, upon seeing his glowing eyes, she decided she'd best avert her gaze.
"Iris- what's the quickest route back to the mansion, and can we call ahead or something to have someone meet us to help?"
She pointed at the phone, her expression all but saying, 'Duh!'. She gave directions to Naveed, finishing just in time to give the School's assistant Headmistress a run down of the situation.
"She looks pale. She looks cold. Why the hell was she in this place? You're supposed to be watching out for her Flloyd... and Iris aren't you her friend? I mean guys- were you taking a mental day or something?"
Iris bit her tongue. No doubt the reaction on her brother's part was the very reason Raina had asked her not to tell him. Somehow explaining that to him now seemed a moot, and not very smart, point.
"Wait. Does this have anything to do with the cop...? Tell me if this has anything to do with Rupert!"
Since she wasn't looking at him, she avoided having to obey the direct command. But she felt the van lurch and her eyes shot to the front windshield. Seeing the impending disaster, she dodge forward for the wheel, pulling it back toward the right lane. In the process she lost her grip on the floating water blob, and dropped the entire thing on Raina and Flloyd.
"Would you forget the damn cop for two seconds and watch the road?!" she shouted at Naveed. "Think of your sister's life right now! And ours You can deal with her lovelife later!"
She felt a yawn pull at her lungs. <"Don't give out on me yet,"> she begged her mutation. <"Just a bit further!"> Assured that they were at least in the proper lane now, she turned her focus to retrieving the lost water, and keeping Raina wet. She reached out to squeeze the woman's hand.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 7, 2008 15:17:16 GMT -6
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“ I won’t say anything is impossible in this house, Though I don’t remember my dreams usually.”
Iris remembered hers, and hoped that she wasn't projecting them onto her family. As far as she knew, she only picked up on others' emotions passively. However, since that little detail had come as a surprise, nearly nine years ago, she wouldn't be surprised if something else had gone awry with her mutation.
“Con tage us.”
“Con tag us?”
“Con tage us, you can do it.”
Iris smiled as she listened to the language lesson, pausing to reflect on the two people in front of her.
Had someone told her ten years ago that she would have a family like this, she would have died laughing. Sure, she liked kids, as long as she could give them back to mom and dad. Numerous visits to the Mansion meant that she'd been 'adopted' by several younger brothers and sisters. But her? A mother? Never.
And a wife? Even funnier! That indicated loving someone, and trusting them with your heart. While she had love enough to give, trust had been a different issue.
Her gaze drifted to Virote, and softened, and her grip on Starling tightened a bit. She still battled with trusting others. Being a mutant, she probably always would. But at least now she didn't have to fight alone.
“Contagious.”
“Got it! Good job baby!" Iris kissed the girl's forehead, adding her own praise. "Now can you do one more thing for me? Tell dusty I won’t let anything harm him either.”
The little bundle of feathers chirruped lightly through a beakfull of mashed fruit. You didn't have to speak bird to understand that as, 'I know.'
Now that the nightmare-borne adrenaline rush had ebbed, Iris found it hard to stay awake. Between the sound of the skillet simmering, the smell of comfort food, the little body squirming in her lap, and general feel of security, her head began to the 'nod-nod-jerk upright-try to look awake-nod-nod again' dance.
Starling twisted around, and began tickling her mother's nose with her hair. Iris mumbled sleepily.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 6, 2008 23:40:46 GMT -6
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"it is four thirty two, so we would have been up in a couple hours any."
"Mmkay," Iris mumbled through a yawn. She returned his smirk in like, before disappearing into the bathroom.
She entered the kitchen a short minute or two later, tying her robe around her middle, and headed for the fridge.
" You want any thing in particular Miss?"
One eyebrow raised, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips at his expression. She shook her head, then bumped him slightly as she went by. "Mmm, maybe later."
An indignant squawk sounded from down the hall. A moment later Starling bounded into the room, with a little yellow cockatiel trying to keep its balance in her tousled black hair.
"Dusty says he just wants some banana," she announced matter-of-factly. "He had a nightmare about snake, too. It tried to eat his tail." Iris set a glass of milk on the table, and sat down. The little girl climbed into her lap.
"Momma, are bad dreams conteg.... contagee.... gewus.... spreadable-ish?"
Iris repressed a laugh, as the little one appeared so serious, and hugged her instead.
"Well, not usually, Sweetpea. But maybe you and Dusty were sharing a dream without realizing it, since you were in the same room. Like when you share stories in the daytime."
"Oh. Okay." The little girl tilted her head back, crossing her eyes at the crested bird perched there. A thoughtful frown crossed her face, and she glanced over her shoulder toward the stove. "Does that mean you and Daddy share dreams, too?"
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 6, 2008 13:50:24 GMT -6
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" You know I would be mad in the morning if you didn't."
"Morning? What time is it?" She rubbed at her eyes and looked around, but couldn't see the alarm clock.
" You need something to drink? or eat?"
She laughed softly and shook her head, quite content to remain where she was. "And feel guiltier than I already do? I'm good."
"Momma! Daddy! Don't let them eat me!"
Iris immediately tensed, then relaxed as a small form appeared and wriggled its way into the bed. A small black head popped up, and Iris's hair immediately began to grey again as the little girl's fears reached her. "The snakes were gonna eat me!"
"Aw, Sweetpea. Did you have a nightmare, too? C'mere." She pulled her daughter closer in a hug, then grinned as both of them were squeezed tightly.
"We won't let anyone eat you, sweetheart. I'm not going to let anyone hurt either of you!"
Starling sniffled, and snuggled into the cuddle as far as she could. Iris took the corner of the sheet to dry the five-year-old's tears.
"You two want a late night snack? Banana or blueberry pancakes?"
"Pancakes?" Another sniffle. "Banana?"
"Well.... I guess we could both use some comfort food-"
"Yay! I'll get Dusty! He loves banana pancakes!" The little girl ducked under the bedcovers and squirmed her way to the floor, then hurried out the door. Iris sighed.
"Well, so much for feeling guilty." She hit Virote lightly in the stomach. "You realize she'll be up all night now." But she was smiling. Truth be told, she wasn't ready to go back to sleep yet, herself. She reached up to give him a warm kiss, before starting to pull herself free of the bedsheets.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 6, 2008 13:07:12 GMT -6
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"You're Iris."
"Last time I checked." Her tone denied the sarcasm in her statement.
"That doctor. I read his fears... I'm Flloyd, a friend of Raina's and I hear people's fears and that doctor was afraid he'd be caught."
"Caught? Caught what?" Many other questions whirled around in Iris's mind, but that one managed to make it past her lips.
"He doesn't even in his twisted head think he's doing something wrong! He really does want to help mutants but.... he's got one of those mentalities..."
Iris looked over Flloyd's shoulder; Doctor Che was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You know, a one for all except less noble. He was going to kill her in the name of science once he figured out how she worked-"
"What??!"[/b] she exclaimed angrily, drowning out everything else he was saying.
"She's still transformed and she needs whatever he put in her neck taken out so when she transforms back she can breathe. And I think we need a healer mutant. But I dont think we can go to a regular hospital. You guys have an infirmary at the mansion right? She told me she'd been there before. A doctor maybe? Even a healer can't fix her neck but maybe her other incisions."
Iris had started moving before Flloyd finished speaking. She could freak out about all of this later. Right now, Raina needed her to stay levelheaded. Concentrating as hard as she could, she pulled the extra moisture away from the man's body, and let it splash over Raina. Then she pulled more from the fountain water to her, as much as she could handle, and soaked the towels as thoroughly as possible. When they began to drip, she gathered the droplets and returned them to the fabric. As the water evaporated, she could add more from the floating blob of liquid. But they still needed to act fast, before her supply, and her nerves, gave out.
"Do you have a car?" Tension turned her voice to a growl that she hoped he wouldn't take personally. "If not, we need one, like, yesterday. Preferably fast."
She looked around for Doctor Che. Surely this was just a misunderstanding. It had to be.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 22:05:19 GMT -6
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Iris fidgeted in the waiting room. She couldn't seem to keep still, no matter what she tried. Reading didn't help, nor did writing. Even coffee couldn't calm her jitters, which said a lot for Iris, who's blood must have rivaled Kona Coffee in caffeine content by now. Thinking was definitely no good. What Raina's decision had been, and her reasons for it. The pre-tests of her powers. The many visits and consultations before the actual surgery. And now the actual date, and time was approaching.
Yeah. Dwelling on the event wasn't smart.
Instead she sat in a corner of the waiting room, away from everyone, and messed around with her stress-relief toy. The little item she'd won at the carnival, shaped like a Whack-a-mole whose eyes popped out when you squeezed, proved to be a rather effective distraction. Especially trying to figure out just how hard she could squeeze before it squeaked.
Surgery time came and went, and the hardcore waiting began. She had to keep telling herself that this was no simple, half an hour to an hour surgery. No, this was major surgery, likely several hours long, on par with a c-section.
Iris shuddered. Okay, time for a bathroom and mental break. And maybe another coffee break.....
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Fifteen minutes later, her feet led her back down the hall toward the waiting room, caffeine fix in hand, anxiously glancing at her watch. As she approached, it became obvious something had stirred up the other waiting roomies.
“IRIS!” Her heart stopped. “IRIS I NEED YOUR HELP!”
She didn't remember dropping the coffee, or feel the burn as it hit her leg before redecorating the floor. She didn't remember much of those few minutes actually. What she did remember was the look on the face of the man coming out of the medical ward doors. The man who was holding a transformed Raina in his arms. A very, very pale Raina....
She didn't think twice before activating her own mutation. Her hair and eyes hadn't finished changing to a dull purple before the nearest water fountain erupted. People nearby yelped and scattered away from the chilling rainfall, though some stopped to stare at the stream shooting toward the man holding the mermaid, drenching them both.
"Sorry!" Iris apologized half-heartedly as she raced to her friend's side. She simply knew that Raina had to be kept wet. "What happened??!" Even the gem-induced calm couldn't keep her rising fear at bay.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 21:02:14 GMT -6
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Iris returned the embrace tightly. She knew it well, and thus didn't need knowledge of her surroundings. She could concentrate on calming down, because she knew that grip would keep her safe until she did.
The grey began fading from her hair as her fear slowly subsided, and her breathing eased. Soon she couldn't distinguish the two separate heartbeats. She inhaled deeply, and eased her hold a bit.
"Sorry, V. I didn't mean to wake you."
Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't glad he had woken. There weren't too many things that upset Iris anymore, but those that did were pretty intense.
She looked up, still leaning against his chest, and smiled. "Thank you."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 15:35:45 GMT -6
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The Teacher's Lounge (Intro thread) - Along with other teachers of the Pax Acadamy, Rayne Srisai (aka Iris) is introduced as manager of the Pax Animal Shelter, also affiliated with the Pax Community Center. Also introduced is her current mutation, hair and nails that change color with the emotions of those around her. Who says mood rings are out of style?
Guilt Still Comes in Many Colors (solo) - Rayne has a recurring nightmare that haunts her on the anniversary of her Tia Carol's death, nine years earlier.
Srisai Family Home (Continuous thread) - Home of Virote (aka Redemption/Odd Job), Rayne (aka Iris), and Starling Srisai.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 15:16:16 GMT -6
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Iris gasped, and sat straight up. Her breath came in deep heaves, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen down her throat and into her lungs. She felt cold and hot at the same time, and a hand put to her face came away wet with sweat. She could feel her heart trying to burst out of her chest.
Where was she? Colored spots danced in front of her eyes, blocking her sight. But it seemed dark all around. And she was sitting on something.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 14:59:49 GMT -6
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(OOC: Sorry in advance for the color overload.)
Iris sat on the grassy knoll, arms wrapped around knees pulled up to her chin. Tears trickled down her cheeks. A heart-shaped, marble slab stared up from the ground besides her, words etched into its cold surface.
Carol Dorthy Belamount 1937 - 2009 A Full Life Lived With Love
Above her head, the clouds alternately slowed, sped up, then stood still. She traced the words on the marker, as if reading Braille. A rose appeared in her hand, and she laid it gently beneath the smiling picture.
"Rest well, Tia. You've earned it." She smiled softly. A tear dripped onto the marble, quickly forming into a dark puddle.
"Aww! Isn't that sweet? Kill the woman, then apologize to her headstone." The puddle whisked the rose away from Iris's reaching hands. It began to grow and take shape, until Iris found herself staring at a dark doppleganger, a shadowed version of herself. Black Iris smirked at her, twirling the rose in her fingers. "How thoughtful of you."
Iris glared back. "I did not kill her."
"You may as well have."
She whirled at the second voice. A white-clad version sneered down at her. "The doctors said she had a weak heart-"
"And how do you think she got that weak heart, Iris?"
"Seventeen years of putting up with you. That's how."[/i]
Iris scrambled to her feet and backed away. "That's not true. I never thought-"
"That's right. You didn't think."
"If you had, you never would have let Carol take you in."[/color]
"I was only five-"
"And still a freak," Black Iris sneered.
"Oh, don't be so hard on her. She didn't know any better so young. She could have waited until she was ten to leave." A slightly hysterical string of giggles left the throat of a third Iris, this one clad in tie-dye covered outfit. Besides her, a fourth clone scowled, her dark expression in direct contrast with clothes that seemed to change color in the light. "Although, I supposed she could have stayed in the rain and caught her death of cold. That would've solved all of our problems!"[/i] Another laughing fit split the air.
Iris continued to shuffle backwards, but jumped as a fifth voice joined the accusations.
"Problems? We don't have problems. She's everyone else's problem, remember?"
"Maybe, Carol would still be here. You know, if.... well.... If you weren't, Iris."[/i] Blue Iris's eyes darted back and forth, from behind her purple-donned sister. "I mean, she might have always worried you would lose it. Again. Maybe. Possibly. You know?"
"I hear anxiety kills more people than war does."
"Yeah, nothing like sleeping under the same roof as a murderer to drive you to an early grave."
"Cold-blooded killer before her sixth birthday, and nearly killed her own father at the same time."
"Ooo.... I wasn't there for that one. *giggle, giggle, snort* I did see her almost torch him though. *snerk, giggle* That must've been rough on the nerves."
"Don't forget the golfer she drowned. *yawn* So much for finishing under par."
"Poor Carol. I'm surprised she didn't have a heart attack earlier."
"STOP IT!!" Iris screamed and covered her ears. "It wasn't my fault! I didn't do any of those things!" She tried to back away, but a brick wall rose up from out of the ground and soared upwards toward the sky, halting her. "It wasn't me! You all did those things! You, not me!"
"And who do you think we are, Iris?" "And who do you think we are, Iris?" "And who do you think we are, Iris?" "And who do you think we are, Iris?" "And who do you think we are, Iris?" "And who do you think we are, Iris?"
A pair of hands reached out and grabbed her around the waist and arms, pinning her in place.
"We are you." "We are you." "We are you." "We are you." "We are you." "We are you."
The ground fell away from her feet, leaving her feeling weightless. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
"You can't get rid of us, because we are the same." "You can't get rid of us, because we are the same." "You can't get rid of us, because we are the same." "You can't get rid of us, because we are the same." "You can't get rid of us, because we are the same." "You can't get rid of us, because we are the same."
She tried to draw in air, but her lungs refused to expand. She couldn't breathe.
"Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth." "Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth." "Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth." "Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth." "Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth." "Say what you want. Think what you want. But remember the truth."
Below her feet, she could see the outline of the Earth, and the dark void of space all around. She began to hyperventilate.
"We are you. And you will never be rid of us." "We are you. And you will never be rid of us." "We are you. And you will never be rid of us." "We are you. And you will never be rid of us." "We are you. And you will never be rid of us." "We are you. And you will never be rid of us."
One arm released her, and she gasped. She clung to the remaining arm desperately.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 5, 2008 0:36:05 GMT -6
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"Understandable, Iris. I am not going to freak out. My own eyes have seen plenty. You might look into using that color more often as it seems to play a major role in your ability to relax."
"Yeah. A bit too much at times." Iris wrinkled her nose slightly, recalling the time her 'relaxed' state had nearly gotten her flash-burned in Syn's little dungeon of horrors. She inhaled deeply, and let it out slowly.
"Perhaps we should stop for now. I think we made some strides and I would love to get together with you again soon. I will not judge you nor do I have any agendas concerning you, Iris."
She tried not to turn red at that comment, but the thought had crossed her mind at one point. Come to think of it, it crossed her mind every time she met someone new, 'paranoid' being the perfect descriptor for her lately.
"I think if you need anything right now, it is a friend. And I would be proud to be your friend, if you would let me. I don't have a phone or anything, but I can be reached at the Mansion. If you don't want to come there, you can always call up Neena and she can let me know. Friends?"
She looked down at the proffered hand.
You've got to learn to trust.
Was that the third or fourth time she'd heard those words echo in her head in the last half hour?
Hesitantly, she reached out. Slowly she nodded, and shook his hand, still looking down.
"I.... I should get going." She stood up quickly, and started to walk away. But after a few paces, she paused. Turning back, she said, "Thank you," smiled and waved awkwardly at him, then hurried back toward the street.