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.
Amelia ‘mmhmm’d at the shirt comment, pointedly. Then, She said some stuff. He said some stuff. And quite frankly, she got the worse end of the exchange. She was embarrassed. And her mouth, it had seemed to run on its own. Totally unlike her.
But then, new body, new face. New rules? Maybe!
The whole ‘never need an apology for the truth’ comment seemed like a disaster waiting to happen to her. And also, about as archaic as one could get. Who was this man? The deep voice and the almost chivalrous attitude seemed almost like someone had written his lines for him. Ditto for the “sage advice” question.
Amelia was silent a moment. Then, she pursed her lips. Thoughtfully.
“Advice.” She said. Laughed a little. “I don’t think you want my advice. A suit might look good though. In black.”
She politely did not shake his hand. Too many mutant can do horrible things to you if you touch them.
“I’m Amelia,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you. Yeah. Armani, I would say.” She added, eying him appraisingly. “Or Louis Vuittan. Would look nice.”
She had gotten over the fact she might not see the strange woman she had dated. The one she had liked, who had referred to herself as a mystic. Referred to others as a mystic. Weeks had passed. Over a month. No sign. If she had still been searching for the woman, this would have fallen under the umbrella of ‘crazy stalker.’ She wasn’t. This was business. Which made all the difference.
Magic was real. According to the woman she had dated who had referred to herself (and others) as mystics. Super had an interest in the validity of this statement. She was investigating, for them. For business. Not mixing business and pleasure at all, nope. Although at the last night club she had gone to, she HAD partaken of a beverage. Just the one. And it had even been non-alcoholic, on SUPER’s dime. Tea is non-alcoholic, right?
Haha. Yes, she understood what a Long Island iced tea was. That had just been a joke. She was not purely that dense. At least, not dense enough to charge it on SUPERs company card. No, that had purely been an Amelia thing. After all, she had reasoned, she was thirsty. And she had gone to several night clubs searching for mystical activity. It had grown boring dancing and probing for information.
They had gotten hints that some people displaying mystical abilities had been noted at various clubs. Or maybe it had been the same person? The person had held a sort of sway over people. They had obeyed their suggestions. It had even ended fights without a single punch. There had been several other rumors, too.
There were rumors of children having been abducted by people using magicks. Of random fires throughout the city. Of a murderous swordsman targeting mutants. That one had even been caught on camera exiting the bank after clashing with a vigilante in a helmet. And various other little things that spoke to her of greater paranormal activity throughout the city.
If she had delved deeper, she may have traced the start of these problems to some time around the harvest moon. But she had yet to connect those dots. What she had were rumors and wild stories, some of which had been less paranormal, and more mutation-oriented. But as previously stated, she was bored. Had grown bored. And she had not made a great amount of headway. What she needed was (another drink) a good lead. And—
“Well, aren’t you tall, muscular, and wildly underdressed.” Amelia stopped mid-stride on the sidewalk to stare at a man in a Hawaiian shirt.
Had she just said something like that out loud? Maybe the bartender had mixed the iced tea a bit more Long Island than she had thought. And also, weren’t women more her cup of tea? Welp. She supposed she was not wholly in her own faculties. Or else, she was not unable to appreciate a finely crafted person.
“I guess man, or woman. Statuesque is statuesque.” She mumbled.
Amelia covered her mouth and blushed. Yes. She had definitely announced that verbally. Also, yes. She was more appropriately dressed for clubbing than mister Hawaiian shirt. In a little red dress and everything. Really went with her little black bag and short, neck-length curtain of brown hair. And having recently become taller, she had opted to do something she had never managed before, due to the cruel reality of lack of height. She showed a good extra couple more inches of leg than ever before in her life. Still proper, of course. But Serena would have approved.
“I am so sorry,” Amelia apologized. “Won’t happen again.”
The meeting? Professional. Set up professionally. No mention of the problem, other than that there was something they needed to talk about. This seemed the situation one needed to hash out and see, firsthand.
She dressed in a grey pantsuit with a dark shirt underneath. Amelia had needed to get several outfits tailored. She had yet to imbue any extra clothes with enchantments.
Her fist rapped against the door to Sabine’s office, on time. Then, when she was invited in, she entered. A phrase from a Star Wars meme passed through her head as she took a calming breath and entered.
This is where the fun begins.
— Here’s the recap. She had been changed physically, as far as things were concerned. Amelia was taller (5’6”, up from 5’), curvier, with short, neck length brown hair and dark brown eyes.
A mystic. Someone calling themself a mystic. Had done this to her. She had helped. For some reason she had volunteered to help. It had been an utterly unique ritual she hardly remembered, as the ex calamari on point to an extremely good date. The person in question had ghosted her. Like, literally. Vanished, gone, no longer living in the place she had lived. She had moved out of a firmly established apartment living space within hours.
Despite looking, Amelia could not track down her person or her supposed friends. She’d mentioned others, she had to have them, they must have helped her. But... nothing. There should have been some evidence. But there was not.
This was the second time Amelia would get to come out to Sabine about something big. Yay! She would have to act brave about it wouldn’t she? Even though, in spite of probably needing to feel scared, not confident in her new looks, Amelia felt... confident. Strong. Powerful. She had taken a day to get used to the change and prepare herself, to get her act together and take control. So maybe she ought to have felt nervous to come forward about the whole thing? But honestly? Amelia felt as if it were a new opportunity. Turning a page. The hard sell would be getting Sabine to sign in on the same idea.
“That’s great, but—“ Nadia began. She finished with : “You should probably go.”
Hurt. Amelia was... hurt. “Huh?” She said. And staaaared at the other woman.
“Leave...” She said weakly. It looked like it pained her, too. “For both our sakes. Now?”
Like, right now? “But.”
“I could explain, but... that might not be the best idea. There are some things I can’t—“
“Was. Was the date bad? Did I... do something wrong?” Amelia asked.
“No. No. God no.” Nadia replied quickly. “Stop that sad puppy face. It’s adorable. Too much. But-“
“Then why are you kicking me out...?”
Nadia blew her hair out of her eyes and looked away with a sigh. “It’s just. Above both our heads. Not really my call... just.”
“Fine.” Amelia said tersely. “Not even a number?” She asked, after standing up, taking a few steps away, then looking back.
Nadia kept silent. Her hands clenched in her lap.
Amelia left.
—
A few hours later, she came back. She was not just going to let it end like that. Kind of stalker-ish, sure. But they were two consenting adults and she would leave if turned away. There had just been something strange about the whole thing.
She got there. The landlord was outside the apartment door. From what she could see, the whole apartment was now empty. As if by magic. Nadia was gone.
She asked about it. The landlord could not tell her much. Just that she had suddenly moved out, and when he had checked on her... the apartment had been left as-is.
Amelia thanked the landlord, and left the building. One word echoed in her mind. Mystics... she would learn more.
But first—
“SHIT!!!!”
She had to call Sabine. This whole face thing was going to be— something, that was for sure. Fuuuuuuuu—
“Magic is real, and you used it to change my face.”
“Shit,” Nadia said dully, without life.
“We,” Amelia corrected herself. “We used it. Together. Like a ritual, we two girls. Just us two. Two consenting adults.”
“Isn’t supposed to work that way,” Nadia grumbled. “You’re not supposed to— the others are going to kill me. The ritual... It’s just—“ She worried her lower lip. The other woman was cute, piecing it all together. Like some sort of detecting detective. But also , she was infuriating. And she was so dead.
Amelia continued, thoughtfully. “So what does that make you? Witch? Wicca? Druid? And what does that make me? I did it, too. The magic, and—“ Amelia covered her mouth as the realization hit her. “Does that make me a witch, too?! Oh, sweet Joss Whedon...”
Was she an unofficial magic user? Had this made her magic? Was there a coven? Ceremonies? Rites to go through, to make the unofficial official? Was there a special magic school she could go to? An entire magical world with socio-political, maybe even geo-political, issues, underlying her own? Magic Hitler, Douchebag lion, capital G god ram twins begging to be amused. A magic wardrobe, magic grandfather clock, magic buttons to hop between worlds? The possibilities were numerous. The possibilities were endless. And Nadia was talking right now, wasn’t she? While Amelia’s imagination foamed at the mouth. Let’s tune back in, shall we?
“—tants can’t. They just can’t. Dissonant energies. Magic and mutation. Gets in the way. Unless—“
“The ritual itself mingled life energies. You were the driver, it was the vehicle, and I gave you the gas,” Amelia played at connect-the-dots. “That might get around the—“
“— the bio-magical, bio-mutable, feedback loop.” Nadia finished weakly. She looked at Amelia with a bit of wonder, like how was she so smart? Wasn’t supposed to be, wasn’t allowed to be, that wasn’t in the script? “Life-energy harmonics and soul co-mingling are real advanced shit. How the fuck did you—?”
“It’s a good thing you’re hot,” Amelia told her. “Because you are such a nerd. I eat my Wheaties, girl.”
“You— you what?”
“Read a lot of fantasy, dingbat!” Amelia laughed and shook her head. “Thought we established that. I’m a nerd, too... got the idea for the enchanted duster. Half my damned power. From an urban fantasy series about a wizard for gods sake...” She continued on in a lecturing tone, index finger raised. “Life is magic, Padawan. From a baby’s laugh, all the way down.” Conspiratorially, she added. “In fact, I think there was an entire Pixar movie about that...” Under her breath.
“Uh...”
“It’s typical fantasy tropes. Not anything special. I’m not citing the deep magic or anything. Any idiot can donate blood. Or sacrifice themselves to protect a loved one. Giving energy has to be the same, I figure. We just stumbled into it like me playing Skyrim and pressing a random selection to tell a wizard to swallow a soul gem, and that’ll solve their complex, convoluted conundrum. It’s just—“
Nadia put a finger over Amelia’s lips, and shushed her quietly.
“I said, what exactly?” Amelia said. And then tried a leeeetle misdirection to shift away from whatever had caused Nadia to act cagey. “Also.” She said. “My clothes. Don’t really fit all that much, do they?” She pulled at her shirt, which was... tighter, in several key areas. And showed some belly.
She supposed that made sense. If her height had changed, and she’d grown assets. An entire new wardrobe would have to go with this. Ffff. Expensive.
Her attempt at distracting Nadia from the faux pas, whatever it was she had done, flopped. Nadia actually looked a little nervous. And as they continued talking, the woman grew more and more distressed.
“Guess I’ll have to get some new clothes. Replace some things. And—“
“Enchant them?” Nadia said, voice terse.
“Huh?”
“When we first met. You said you had enchanted your coat. To be bulletproof. And when I was interested, you showed me.” Nadia met her eyes. “So, I thought.” She raised one hand, and did a little flicking gesture. ”Metation?”
Amelia repeated the word, curious.
“Warding and altering magic that can “charm” or even "hex" a space, person, or object that alters it without changing its essential nature.” Nadia rattled off the description of the spell ability, all scientific-like, then arched an eyebrow at her and repeated. “Again, metation.”
“Nonono. Mutation.” Amelia held up both hands. “The word you are looking for. Is mutation.”
Nadia swore. “The other mystics are going to love this...”
>> Oh… well… looks like you get to have a fun conversation with her then. I’ll be sure to wait till that blows over before I talk to her. Young me made a pass at her I think and well, figured it be best to avoid her for a bit.”
He kept talking, and— Amelia laughed. About all of it. What he’d said, the hitting on Serena part. Oh you sweet summer child. And him getting beaten in a fight.
She could probably beat him. If she were clever about it. She didn’t say that, though.
What was she going to do about it? Amelia laughed again.
“I... will let you know. Probably after I do. Talk to her probably. Once I set some things right.”
Hm.
“Well! Thank you for coming here. Can I hold onto the jacket for a few days? I want to run a few experiments.” And once he had left she could start working on setting some things right. Because she had loads to do.
Yup. She had made the right call. Super awkward, very dangerous, reputation tarnished (possibly forever). But, yes. They needed to be open about these things. And she had promised she would seek help regarding the whole psychic... mind meld... thing.
Sabine said she could still be liaison? She’d have to speak with Rebecca about that. Or Mirror. Or Sam. Whoever it was who truly ran things. Perhaps all of them, at once? Yeah. That sounded about right. Gotta get things out in the light of day. Once she’d gone through probation, or possibly sooner. She nodded at Sabines statement. Working as normal. So, soonest. She’d get the paperwork in order.
X-men // SUPER liaison. Her. She’d just be working with a partner. Still. Felt, dare she say, good? So long as she did not presume too much. There were hoops to go through, goals to meet, loyalties to prove. But she’d be proving them for herself, and not pretending to be some ghost.
In the back of her mind, a thought shifted. Stirred. A ghost. You? OooOoooo. Heh. Possessive, much? Had she thought that? Seemed a bad time for levity. Super serious. But... heh. Ooooooo.
She took Sabines hand. “This is going to be... interesting. Thank you for everything, miss Sang.”
And suddenly, there she was. As pretty as Amelia remembered her.
She took a moment, just to smile at her and say “Hi.”
Serena said hi back.
And Amelia said hi again. Realized what she’d done a moment later, and blushed. Apparently her brain needed a minute. It had a lot going on inside there.
“Can I come in?” She asked.
When she was invited, Amelia stepped inside the apartment. She found her way to the sofa, and sat down.
“So.” She said, resting her hands on her knees. She glanced around, rubbernecking until Serena had sat down too. “How have you been?” She asked. After a moment, Amelia added “I mean. With all the drama lately. We didn’t really get a chance to talk. About that. Or during that...” she squeezed her knees and smiled awkwardly.
“You look good, by the way.” She said. Had to catch herself. Brain had almost autocorrected that to ‘hot.’
Amelia smiled at her. “Consent? Why does that matter?”
“For me. It matters for me. Magic is...” she glanced away. “Some of it is really charged by how you think. How you feel. What you believe. Or at least, that’s me.”
“What you believe?” Amelia asked.
Nadia nodded.
“That’s some Dresden files grade stuff.” Amelia chuckled to herself.
“Some what?” Nadia arched an eyebrow.
“Oh.” Amelia said, taken aback. “Quick answer, book about an urban wizard who believes that. Stuff like that. About how you think matters when you’re casting spells.”
“Okay. Cool.” Nadia said. Wow, no further questions about the nerdage. She was kind of easygoing.
“So. Another question. The face... was this just... something I picked, or....?” Amelia eyed her. Nadia smirked.
“That was. Whew. A little bit of me? It’s kind of my... type?” She laughed. “Is that bad?”
“And I wasn’t before?”
“Oh. You were. Are. But. This is also good~”
“Yeah?”
“Cute brunette.” Nadia said. “A little taller.”
“A little curvier?” Amelia asked.
Nadia coughed into her fist. “Some of that influenced my magic on a subconscious level. The curviness. But... some of the change came from you, too. In the ritual.”
“I helped?”
“Yep.” Nadia said.
“But I don’t. I can’t.” Amelia tilted her head at the woman. “I don’t really— magic isn’t really my bag, baby.” She tried for an Austin Powers grade smile to go with the impression. It missed its mark.
Nadia moved a little away from her on the sofa. “You aren’t? But you said...”
The sound of the scream got her to the bathroom within seconds. Her date from last night. What was her name again? Susan? Sarah? Naomi?
“What? What’s wrong?” She asked.
Amelia turned to face her, and pointed. To her face. The woman did not seem all that perturbed by the change in face.
“What?” She shrugged.
Amelia stared at her. “My. Uh. My face? Isn’t there something a little different about my face now than my face at the start of our date?”
The woman laughed. “Ah right. That. That was... that was fun last night. I was surprised you agreed to it.”
“I, what?” Amelia blinked.
“That sort of change ritual. I only really do Somation spells like that with consent. For me, the magic would not work if I lacked your consent.”
Amelia’s head was spinning. Magic? Consent? Ritual? She scratched at her hair. Still the same general length as before. A short bob. Glanced at the mirror. Still brown. But... she was way taller. A lot... curvier. And, hazel eyes. Which was a HUGE. No. Wait. Her eyes before had been brown too, hadn’t they? One just doesn’t always consider the color of their own eyes in the day-to-day grind. But—
“So...” Slowly, she turned back to the woman. She finally remembered her name. “What you’re saying, Nadia, is that I agreed to this?”
The dark-skinned woman nodded and smiled. “But of course. You said...” She tapped her lip thoughtfully, trying to decide on the best way to put it. It was kind of cute. The lip tapping. But—
Focus, Amelia.
Nadia decided. “You said, you felt trapped. Needed an escape. A change of pace. Change of face... an outlet, so you could feel different. Like a new you.” She nodded to herself. Yes, that was the best way to sum up their conversation.
“I said that...” Amelia said slowly. “I don’t remember.., saying that.”
“You don’t? Oh. Well. You did. And your heart was in it. So clearly, that was your wish.” Nadia chirped.
Amelia felt a little dizzy. “I need to go sit down and... think... about this.” She shot a quick glance at the woman in the mirror. The new her? Then, holding her head, Amelia walked into the next room and settled down on the red sofa. Comfy.
She slumped forward, resting her hands on her temples. “I guess I have felt trapped lately.” What with the probation, and the Serena situation. Trying to distance herself, and give that whole situation some space. It seemed like the sort of situation where someone would try and reinvent themselves. After all, Serena had been a big part of her life for a while, and then she had pretty much ghosted her. To save her. But still... who the hell was she? Was she the same person she’d seen in the mirror when they had started to date?
Oh god. Interesting idea, but the execution. How would she sum this up for Sabine and SUPER?
Also, magic? Had the woman said Magic? Not mutant? That was another topic to talk about.
Nadia settled down on the sofa next to her, and rested a comforting hand on her knee. “You okay? I guess it might be sort of a shock...” She was frowning thoughtfully.
“Yeah...” Amelia said, meeting her eyes. “Yeah. I can live with this. I think. And I guess that I did want... a change. If I’m thinking about what my psychologist and I have been talking about.”
Nadia patted her knee, and smiled at her. “Good.” She said, and wryly added. “Because I don’t think I can reverse it.”
That... that was sort of a punch to the gut. But alright.
The date had been good. Real good. Italian. Nice restaurant. Good ambiance. Real violinist playing in the background. Lobster ravioli. Really hot woman. Tall. Dark hair, short. The sweetest brown eyes. Dark tanned skin. Smooth. And her lips? Better than the restaurant’s dessert options, that was for sure!
From the point they got to the woman’s apartment, until the morning after, everything else had been a blur. Waking up, Amelia could not remember a thing. Which was a crying shame!
One would have hoped she had remembered some choice things. Very specific things... And thinking back, maybe she did. Some of it. Mostly the good bits. Heh. But not why her head hurt, or why the light in the room felt brighter. Closer, maybe? How the perspective of things felt slightly off... a feeling a bit like vertigo, that left her a little off-balance.
What did she remember? Ugh... there had been good food. Great date. Drinking. Had to have been drinking. Several glasses of wine. But enough to get her this bad off?
Amelia stumbled towards the bathroom. “Damn tannins...” she muttered. One hand rubbed at her face.
What else? There had been... close physical contact. Hands, touching. Skin to skin. And... dancing? Singing? Had they done dancing after the restaurant? But the words of the song... it all blurred in her memory. Not dancing. Not karaoke. And the whole thing, it hadn’t been in a club, because.
Not mood light. Candles. And— oh, now she remembered the fun parts clearer. The song and dance had culminated in it. Almost like the whole thing had been some sort of ritual. Prep for the main course. Mmmmm... but hmmmm.
She walked through the bathroom door, and used the facilities. Afterwards, she was washing up hands. Amelia happened to glance up, at the mirror. What she saw made her scream.
The whole deAging thing had been a chore. After she’d grown the hell up, Amelia had gone and blabbed to SUPER about several truths. Gotten things out in the open, and Sabine? Well Sabine had been as fair as she could possibly have hoped for. But it had kept her busy after everything was said and done. Unfortunately that had not given her much time to have real conversations with anyone.
She had gone through a deep psychic probe.
She had gone through several physicals.
She had taken several mental evaluations.
There had been other things. Amelia had gone through months of probationary period. She was still going to her psychologist. Still under watch by superiors. Or she supposed, they were considered SUPERiors. Ha.
Ha.
Shut up.
All the things she had gone through had been difficult, or easy (but humiliating). The psychologist had gotten her to talk about all sorts of things. Gummy feelings and whatnot. Which was funky. And weird.
She still wasn’t sure how deep the psychics had probed. But she was pretty sure they’d learned some stuff about her love life. Even if they’d insisted they were to focus on that one day, and the following days up until her deAging time. If they’d dug up into her deaged time... she wasn’t sure they’d have found much. She didn’t recall much. And there were blocks for what she did.
The feelings the psychologist had gotten her to dig into had left her wanting to text Serena a few times. And she had... but most of it had simply been stuff to let the woman know she was alive. No relationship stuff. She hadn’t wanted to kick the can of worms open, and she was pretty sure Serena appreciated it.
Some highlights:
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“You good?”
“Spaghetti? Yum!”
“That’s fun!”
“I’m dying.” Followed by a link to a funny video.
These are all things spaced over several conversations over several days. Nothing of substance. She hadn’t even broached the subject of her psychologist or SUPER yet. Amelia... had been a little scared. Because it was embarrassing.
But!!!! Today, she could handle embarrassing. She had had a good talk with her psychologist.
Amelia had dressed warm, in a long leather jacket with a scarf and a warm winter hat, and jeans. And only then had she called Serena’s cell, one foot out the door, in order to see if she could come by her place to visit.
“Hey Serena! Yeah. It’s Amelia. Is it okay if I come over? I know it’s been a minute but I was just wondering?”
She stood in the hallway of her apartment, waiting. Impatiently. Tapping a foot, even.
~*~
After the call had ended, Amelia hopped into a cab and headed that way. She got to the apartment and knocked. Unsure how this entire conversation would go. But!! She had brought Serena hot coffee, just like the woman liked it. So she had that going for her, which was nice.
Man psychology made her all sorts of self aware of her foibles.
It was news to her that she had helped him when he had been trying to figure things out. But that was good. “Glad I could help,” Amelia said.
When he told her about what they’d had to do to handle the deAging thing, Amelia felt a pang of regret. SUPER had been involved, and she, had not.
“Wow.” She said. “Wish I could have been there to help.”
She heard the weird tone he got when he mentioned SUPER, but did not push.
As for Serena... why had she asked? “Um. No reason. She was there when I got deaged I think, and I think it messed her up. Especially since it happened after we had a big long drawn out dramatic conversation. But that’s neither here nor there...”