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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Bug house was relatively quiet today, or at least as quiet as it could get with Roach in the apartment. What seemed like a sleepy evening to anyone living outside, inside there was a storm brewing that at least one complex occupant wouldn't survive.
A few weeks earlier Megan had stumbled across something in the shared bathroom. A little black camera. It had been tucked inside a light fixture so carefully, that she wasn't sure how long it had been there without her noticing. Immediately, she'd sent out some sentries to scour the area. What they eventually found was more than enough evidence for her to act; but not right then. She'd decided to wait for a bit and deal with the camera's owner later.
A few weeks had passed, and she was on her way home from a rather long, tiring job. Some people just don't wanna die, you know? Having already parked her bike in the lot down below, she was striding towards her apartment door when she paused, and her eyes lingered on her neighbors door. The camera incident came floating back to her, as well as the information she'd managed to collect. Perhaps it was time to pay her neighbor a nice, friendly visit?
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Thirty minutes later the deafening boom from a 12 gauge shotgun shook the walls. Directly after two smaller, uniform shots from a different weapon followed... and then very loud cursing. Lastly, the cursing was swiftly put to an end with one more jolting boom from the 12 gauge. Then... silence.
Moments later, the front door to Roach's apartment violently swung open, bouncing solidly into the wall, and Megan stumbled in with a sleek black shotgun in hand. Out of breath and with a good deal of red spattering the front of her, she paused to lean up against the wall, and moved to kick the door closed again.
It had been a week and a half since their fateful meeting, and Roach had taught Sylar much. Still, there was much, much more to learn. For now, though, some R&R was called for. They'd spent much of their time gallivanting about the city getting the young man in a presentable shape.
In that time they'd met many interesting mutants, and gone into several mutant-friendly establishments. Things like specialized mutant tailors, stylists, and eateries were hard to find unless you knew the right people, and Roach seemed to know all of them. As of right now he was wearing a smartly tailored top hat with antennae holes.
"Oh, do stop fretting, my good friend! The dog just barely got a hold of me before you threw it off! It's nothing to feel down about!" This was in reference to earlier that day, when Roach had given Sylar some money to get from food for them. A rabid dog had then proceeded to attack him while he was out. Roach was of the impression the boy was taking it badly.
"What do you say we relax at home, today? No more-" BLAM! "Exc...ite" POP POP"...ment?" On pop number two, and bullet ripped through the wall between them, and through to the next wall. "Heh... would you believe that was perfect comedic timing?" BOOM! "Again! This is going to be a great night!" he danced in excitement as his other room mate burst in, a shotgun in hand.
He turned to her, and, totally ignoring the context, threw all four hands into the air and trumpeted "MEGAN! So good to see you!" He paused, and looked to Sylar. "Oh, right. This is our lovely hovel's third inhabitant, Megan. She's hideous, and no one likes her! That's why I like her!"
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Sylar's life had changed quite a bit recently, as he'd grown more confident, enough to take this offer of friendship and employment Roach had given. Not only had he grown mentally, but physically as well, no longer starved, bathed, and wearing real clothing? Sylar was almost an entirely new person. However it was not without hiccups, such as the story Roach was going on about now. Roach had insisted Sylar go and fetch food, even though being blind was a seriously handicap when handling money, but Roach seemed not to care and wanted him to have the experience of buying a meal as opposed to his usual method of acquirement.
Sylar sighed loudly as he walked with Roach through the apartment. "I can't even see the money to know if I'm bringing enough back Roach, if you'd just gone with me the dog wouldn't have had a chance to even bark at you." Sylar retorted, annoyed at himself for having let even a dog go after Roach. He was trying to take this body guard thing seriously, it was his first and only real job he'd had. "If I'm supposed to be a bodyguard I have to stick around to guard you!" Sylar knew his words would fall on deaf ears though, Roach had a sense of wonderment as he went through his day, and nothing dangerous ever seemed to register to the man if he was following through on some plan to have Sylar interact with the world or mutant community around them.
Sylar liked the idea of staying indoors today, no more of Roach getting the two of them into some shenanigan and Sylar having to wonder if he'd bad at being a protector. These calm thoughts were immediately ruined by the loud popping of gunfire though, as Sylar's body jerked in surprise, ducking down nearly through he floor as he freaked out a bit. "What the heck!?" He shouted in alarm where as Roach seemed to barely even notice this event, even seeming to enjoy it a bit. "Great night? That's a gun Roach, a gun!" He exclaimed in confusion. Sylar was a powerful creature, but a gun didn't care who or what you were, even he knew that much. "You aren't concerned somebody is popping off rounds in your home!?" Would Sylar ever get used to this life style? No, definitely not.
Sylar, stilled huddled onto the ground was able to observe the woman Roach was speaking to. Maybe about he same height as Sylar, her shape was clearly female, though Sylar was more concerned with the blazing hot gun she was holding, his eyes able to see the warmth in the barrel that only a fired weapon held. Sylar's crouch had him looking like a spooked cat, his tail pointing straight up towards the ceiling even before he looked upward at the woman. Roach introduced her as Megan, and a resident of Roach's apartment as well. An odd way to describe a woman though, hideous, Sylar didn't know women to use that term often. And Roach seemed to like anyone so long as they were a mutant.
Sylar slowly stood up, his blood still pumping heavily in his veins. His claws reached up to pull his hood snuggly around his face, hiding his pitch black eyes, but not his mouth as he spoke. Slightly nervous words passed through his fangs as he spoke to the woman. "Er...Hello Megan. I'm Sylar, I'm Roach's new bodyguard...and your house mate I guess." His voice was still a bit sketchy, but he'd calm down in a moment.
Gasping in a few shaky breaths, she eyed Roach first and then... whatever the hell that was on the floor second. Briefly she gave some consideration to aiming the shotgun at it, before she tossed that idea out. Whoever it was, freaky tail and all, if Roach wasn't trying to eat him he was probably okay. "Yeah, yeah. Nice to see you to, Greg."
Her eyes turned to newly named Sylar, and she gaze him a quizzical once over. "Really, Roach, can you please stop dragging things in off the street?" She paused, an accusing squint aimed at Greg, "... he better not have touched any of my things. You know I don't like my things touched."
With a huff, before either of them could answer to any of her questions, she started peeling off her bloodied clothes, and kicked her boots off near the door. She was rather tired, hungry, and wasn't much of a fan of having someone else's blood drying on her skin. "I'm gonna go take a bath. I'll start dinner when i'm out." Stomping past stark naked, she left her dirty clothes in a pile to be taken care of later, and headed around the corner toward the bathroom. No sooner then the bathroom door had clicked shut, a loud, drawn out string of curse words started up from next door.
Megan swore, banging issued forth from the bathroom, and she came stomping back out clad in a towel with her stolen shotgun resting on her shoulder. "F*&#in' pacific islanders just don't know how to @#%$ing die!" Casting an irritated side-long glance at Roach, she started for the door.
His favorite times were when way too much happened at once! Sylar freaked out, Megan popped in. Megan disrobed. She went to shower, the neighbor showed himself to be alive still, it was an event to behold! Of course, he did have to address everything in order. Otherwise, it would be rude!
Sylar=scared of bullets. "My boy, I am much harder to kill than you give me credit for!" A quick glance down to his hand showed that the bullet might have, just a little, taken off his pinky finger on it's way through the room. Hm. A little roach flew through the wall to land on his shoulder. It then chittered in his ear. He nodded. "It appears Megan has shot our neighbor... What a shame, I was so enjoying our game of cat and mouse. He'd been planning a hit on me for weeks, and then Megan comes and ruins my fun."
Roach paused, and looked over to Sylar. "Oh, right... I probably should have told you about that. Hindsight 20/20! Well he's dead now, so no worry!"
Megan remarked about bringing things in off the streets. "But I brought you in off the streets. Why do people keep telling me not to do things I specifically did in order to befriend them!?"
He scratched his head, and then tilted his head as some loud, slurred cursing could be heard from the new hole in the wall.
"Ah. It appears Megan may have failed to actually kill him. Alas, he likely assumes I'm onto him; he knows who Megan is, after all. He installed spycams in our bathroom whilst we were out!" He chittered to his little friend a moment longer, and the bug seemingly nodded, bowed, and flew off.
"Megan! Do rest, you seem to have had a rough day! Sylar and I can finish off the good gentleman for you, right Sylar?" He turned and started walking toward the door, grabbing a conveniently placed fire axe from the closet on the way out.
To be totally correct, Sylar wasn't so much dragged of the street, but out of the sewers. The underground was much preferable to the city-scape at times, and sometimes in situations like this Sylar wondered if maybe he should have stayed down there. The worst he had to do was terrifying some homeless out of his territory, up here it seemed women brandished shotguns and murdered with impunity. What a world Roach was dragging Sylar into. "Fair enough, but until this grows me a chest piece I'll try and avoid the firearms as best I can, and so should you." Sylar implied, caring not how hard it was to kill Roach, after all it was better to avoid dying or injury at all than to test your limits. Sylar began to wonder if maybe he was the only creature with any common sense left now a days.
"I hope this isn't how you end all your relationships with people Roach." Sylar said a bit bluntly, figuring Roach must be quite sure of himself to keep an enemy so close just for a bit of sport. Megan's act of disrobing had little effect on either of the two men it seemed, Roach must have just been used to the action, and Sylar was incapable of enjoying the allure of the female form through his thermal sight, leaving the woman to stroll of naked like it was nothing at all, until she returned rage refueled and toting her weapon again. Sylar tensed a bit, keeping his attention on her. Roach questioned why people kept telling him to stop what he was doing. "Probably because the things you do lack common sense Roach, but there isn't really anything common about any of us it seems." Sylar finished, getting his own bit of humor in just for the sake of it.
Roach put himself and Sylar up for a job as Megan returned it seemed, causing the boy to jump a bit. "Wait, what?!" Sylar questioned realizing he'd just been recruited to finish the girls work. "Wait Roach, come on I'm supposed to be a body guard, not a hitman!" Sylar's nervous tone returned, considering he'd still never killed anyone before, even after his recent conversation with a certain deific bird. "I thought staying in tonight was going to be easy!" He bemoaned as he followed after the axe wielding man bug he called a boss.
Pausing beside Greg, she eyed him for a moment before giving in. "Alright, fine. Don't take too long though." She turned to head back to the bathroom, before pausing again. "And get my gun back from him if you can!" As soon as she was safely back in the bathroom, she set about filling the tub and left the shotgun leaning up against the wall beside the door.
After she was scrubbed clean, she donned a pair of comfy sweats and a tank top, and headed for the kitchen. It had been a while since she'd last gotten to sit down and actually enjoy a meal with Greg, but considering they had a party of three tonight she was going to have to get a little more creative. From her half of the fridge she wiggled out a large turkey pan with a previously roasted hunk of meat inside. It would only need about twenty minutes in the oven to get the juices bubbling again; while that was cooking, she set about pan-searing some chicken for herself, potato salad from left over baked taters, and a large bowl of salad. Greg never ate any of it, but she wasn't quite sure what Sylar ate, exactly.
By the time the boys were back, she was finishing setting the table for three, filling cups with water, and laying out the finished food. Once done, she plopped into her seat and reached for the salad bowl.
"This man did have motives to kill me, and given a few minutes, he would likely make his way here in a last ditch attempt to succeed anyways, Sylar. Through killing him, you would be defending me. Besides, you can't go forever without killing; A visible mutant's life is perilous, you must adapt to death. I'll let you deliver the final blow when the time comes." He spoke in a stiff, yet somewhat mournful voice.
He then waved to Megan, and popped into the hallway. The large man was already there, leaning against the hallway and clutching his side with one hand, aiming a six shot revolver with the other. Roach ducked back inside, and gunshots followed.
POP POP! It was a 22. Not exactly the scariest gun, but a well placed shot was a well placed shot. Roach shook his shell, and a small cockroach skittered from it. He clacked at it, and it crawled down into his shell again; Another shake, and a swarm of bugs scurried out of their warm hiding place, down his legs, and onto the floor, where they took flight, and rushed into the hallway to attack the man.
They couldn't do much damage, but what they could do was make his critically wounded man shoot off his last two shots.
POP!.... POP! "Ahhhhgh, damnit! I'll kill you!"
"Sylar, I do believe that is your Que... Given it's not his gun, I doubt he has more ammo for it."
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Sylar knew the time would come after his change of heart awhile back, he just didn't expect it in a situation like this. Though how would you expect having to kill a man? Perhaps Sylar was still too naive to understand the lessons being taught to him by people like Bennu or Roach. "I...I just..." He mumbled a bit, feeling that previous lack of confidence and fear of morality pulling at his heart strings, before he locked up his muscles and took a breath. "I won't let you down Roach, if I'm really your bodyguard I can do whatever you need." He said with a bit more confidence, though the shakiness in his voice would give away that he was still nervous.
Sylar went to follow after Roach, only for him to pop back into the room followed by gunshots. Sylar cringed a bit, not from fear of the weapon, but the noise. Though gunshots were already loud to normal people, for Sylar that bang was like a grenade going off in your ear canal. People were lucky to not be able to truly hear or smell what the world was really like sometimes he thought. Sylar watched as an odd flood of movement dropped from Roach and moved into the hallway. Was it bugs? They were hard for Sylar to see, a distinct lack of warmth compared to other animals. "I hear we still have a fire arm to deal with." Sylar mumbled, unware that this swarm of insects he couldn't perceive was already at work disabling their foe.
A few more rounds followed by some weakened screeching before Roach tagged Sylar to go do the deed. Sylar froze for a brief moment. Was he really going to kill a man? He would have quickly refuted such an idea before, murder was wrong! But murder was a man killing another man, this...this was a mutant killing a human, a no good lousy man who would threaten his friend, boss, and home if he didn't. Mutants weren't men anymore, laws like that didn't apply anymore right? Sylar inched forward, a grim determination forming in his visage. "Right...You want...uh you want me to do it quick right?" He asked Roach as moved forward with purpose.
Whatever Roach said, the following motion was not that of a boy, but a predator with one goal. Sylar turned the door, moving into the hall and pouncing upon this injured man in a few swift movements. The man's mouth moved to speak a threat, but Sylar's hand was on his throat in a flash, clawed fingers grinding into his flesh and crushing his windpipe. He coughed, the look on his face impossible for Sylar to see. He couldn't see the man's final moments, perhaps a blessing. As the death came quickly after.
There were two ways for the Predator to kill his prey, the first was to bite the throat, like a lion does to a gazelle. And then there was the other, a hideous noise escaped the man's body, as Sylar's tail thrust down, a six inch long blade grinding it's way into this man's body, the warmth of his blood barely passing through his plated appendage. He felt the struggle end, heard the beating slow down, a few weak pumps, and then silence. He released his grip and the man hid the floor dead. Sylar didn't earn this kill, hadn't hunted this man down. But he'd ended a life, he took a deep breath, a hissing noise escaping his teeth as he calmed his heart. "He's dead Roach." A dark voice said into the hallway.
"I won't let you down Roach, if I'm really your bodyguard I can do whatever you need."
As if he were a reverberating instrument, Roach placed a hand on him to calm.
"And you truly are. I've told you before; I trust you with my life."
"Right...You want...uh you want me to do it quick right?"
"You may do the deed how ever you'd like, Sylar... I suggest letting your instincts take over; they will not fail you."
The boy disappeared into the hallway, and moments later a thud was heard. The only thing Roach missed about having a human face was showing his pearly whites when moments like this arose. They grew up so quickly.
"He's dead Roach."
"That he is, my boy... That he is... Now, I'll get someone to come by and clean this mess. You need not bother with it... Might I say... I knew you could do it. I am proud." He waved the dark, shadowy figure in the hallway toward him so he could pat him on the back. "Now, I imagine you've worked up a bit of an appetite. Megan, unsightly as she is, is quite the cook. Whatsay we get cleaned up, and have a nice sit down meal?"
He would close the door behind him, and his children, still out in the hall, would feast, just like their leader planned to do once Megan was done cooking.
* * * They each got their turn in the showers; Roach went last, and took a little longer than normal.
He walked out to a set table, and food being placed. He was wearing a bathrobe.
"Megan! Might I say you have outdone yourself! Oh, the sweet aroma! I'm positively drooling! Oh, I hope you don't mind I used your bath robe!"
"Sylar, I hope you feel refreshed after cleaning off all of that mess! Trust me, the dirtiest jobs are the most rewarding in the end." He sat at the table, and eyed the food hungrily... Ohhh... Large hunk of meat... his favorite!
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
With her plate prepared, she sat and waited for them to finish up and join her. Honestly, she'd expected them to be gone longer, but considering how random Greg could be sometimes she just shrugged it off. Maybe it was because he had that guy with him. Whatshisface.... Sysomething.
Blue eyes narrowed at the large bug as he strolled out in a bathrobe. She angled her fork at him. "....That isn't my bathrobe." She paused, doing a quick mental check through all the various things he could have possibly done with hers if he had in fact used it, but was distracted when he made a big fuss out of the meal she'd prepared. "It's leftovers, mostly. Nothing all that special."
Her gaze slid to Roaches guest. Bodyguard. Whatever. Sylar, as Greg pointed out. She waggled her fork at the food, and then at him. "Help yourself, Sylar. Want anything to drink besides water?"
Roach's friendship and encouragement greatly helped Sylar, he found confidence from the mutant community that the normal people would have never given him. And now that confidence pushed him to end a man's life, his dying pulse slowing around Sylar's deadly blade. He pulled the tail from the man, a nasty plop noise escaping followed by a gush of blood. The air was thick with a heavy iron smell, and Sylar couldn't help but enjoy that weight in his nose. "Thanks Roach." Sylar said in response, his voice strong but hollow. It was an odd experience, feeling a life end at the end of your hands. Sylar wasn't sure how to feel about it yet, save for one emotion, a sort of dark excitement. Whether or not guilt would follow he'd determine later, but ending a life was a very unique experience.
Roach mentioned that Megan, this woman who'd started this whole ordeal would be making dinner, an unusual feeling for Sylar. It'd been years since somebody cooked expecting him to eat. He wouldn't complain though, food was food. Even if Roach seemed convinced the girl preparing it was homely. Sylar wasn't sure he'd ever be used to a shower. A strange room, devoid of shape or color till you turned the water on. Then a flow filled the walls and sprayed from them like a shotgun blast you were expected to stand under. The feeling of warmth was quite nice though, as was getting the blood off his skin and from beneath his skin's plates.
He made sure not to take long, and re-donned his pants before heading towards the kitchen again. The boy was lean but strong, his body a mixture of a human at his physical peak, and a patchwork of monstrous armor like a Frankenstein's monster from some space film. Usually he wore a hooded sweatshirt but with that all bloody from the previous encounter, now he just chose to be topless, forgetting that sometimes people were bothered by such a thing. Nudity, or at least toplessness were odd concepts for Sylar, the physical form didn't matter much when you couldn't actually see the details of it. His tail swished happily behind him as he joined the table for some food.
Roach was certainly excited as he joined them, apparently wearing some type of clothing that belonged to the woman. Wasn't wearing women's clothing generally seen as weird? Maybe Roach was more off than Sylar thought. He shrugged and sat patiently. There was a decent aroma filling the air, cooked food smelled so good. "Considering I lived in the sewers for a few years, trust me, that was nothing. A hot shower is it's own reward." Sylar responded, his tail curling at it's tip a bit.
Sylar was a creature of leftovers, so her words were entirely lost on him as Megan explained the meal. She seemed to be making some motion at him before speaking, asking him if he wanted something to drink. "Uh, well I guess I enjoy soda. Sugar is good for the brain." He said before being unable to resist grabbing a plate and shoveling food into his mouth with his clawed fingers. Utensils were a very foreign concept for Sylar, and one he didn't care to relearn. It was so much easier to just eat with your hands he'd discovered over the past few years.
"....That isn't my bathrobe." "This isn't the one I used." He waggled his antennae at her, and took his place at the table.
"What have you been up to, by the way? Nearly three weeks and not a word!" He huffed at Megan, all hands on hips. Some talk with the new housemate got his mind off the grumpier subject, though.
"Oh, I'm sure you're right!" Roach replied merrily at the mention of Sylar's past sewer life being much more messy. His antennae perked as the call to eat was... er... called.
Sylar dug right in. Roach watched him for a moment, chuckled, tossed his fork to the side, and started grabbing food as well. When in Rome!
AWM NAWM NAWM NAWM!
"OH," Smack-pop! "HMMF!" POP-clack clack clack "So good! Might I ask what you've cooked up for us, Megan? I want to say it's Chinese, but I could be wrong!"
Oh, right, didn't he mention that he usually kept some human around the the main course? He did, right? If not, this might get a bit awkward.
"Oh, and Megan! Please be sure to freeze what is left of the neighbor... He looked like he enjoyed his greens. Always makes for good roasts."
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Those antenna waggled, and she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "...I don't want to know."
She ignored Sylar's Sewer confession, choosing to get up from her seat to go fish around for the requested soda in the kitchen. He'd already showered, so she didn't really care where he'd come from at this point.
"So good! Might I ask what you've cooked up for us, Megan? I want to say it's Chinese, but I could be wrong!"
"It's Korean." She called back over her shoulder, head shoved inside the fridge while she struggled to un-stick a soda can from Roaches side of the appliance. "... remember that guy who tried to rob us?" With a little brute force and a chuckle, she pried the can away and kicked the fridge door closed. Dr. Popper would do, right? "I'm still surprised he lasted so long."
Slumping back into the dining room, she set the soda down beside Sylar, rolled her eyes at both the men's table manners, and seated herself again. Her eyes slid back to Greg as she picked up her fork and waved some of the salad speared on its prongs at him. "... And hell no. You had better freeze that jerk yourself. He tried to shoot me with my own gun. I'm grumpy at him." Feeling more than justified, she plopped the salad into her mouth and leaned over her plate.
Sylar's lack of manners instead of disgusting or unnerving someone, seemed for once to inspire somebody. Roach began to dig in sans silverware as well, though Sylar paid litter attention to that. When you live in the sewers, scraping by on stolen snacks, purloined burgers, and the occasional missing dog, you didn't make use of the fork and spoon much. And with hands basically made out of knives, that item also seemed worthless. Sylar just shoveled the bits of spice meat and veggies into his fanged maw and filled the room with a chomping sound.
He didn't get spicy food much, that extra bit of burn felt pretty good to his pallet, so used to mediocre flavors and overly sweet snack foods. The woman, Megan, she placed a can of soda down besides his plate. The can was an odd, barely visible shape, like a void a midst everything else. Generally Sylar drank from bottles or stolen cups, so his method of opening the can might seem odd. He grabbed it, staring at it like it was some alien device for a moment, before finally taking his other hand and extending one finger. A simply divine slashing noise followed as he crossed his finger across the top of the can, some of the drink fizzing up and spilling over as he cut the top of the can clean off. He then poured the remaining contents right into his mouth. "Weird, can soda tastes off." He commented, offering no thanks to Megan, or an explanation for his ignorance in how to pop the top of the can.
Roach talked about freezing the corpse of the man Sylar had just killed. And then about making a good roast? Sylar's brain didn't put two and two together quite yet, as the question left his mouth. "So how exactly are disposing of the body? I used to dump um...certain things in the river myself." Sylar said, his mind still unable to connect the dots, even if the taste of meat on his tongue was one he'd been craving for more than two years now. In fact...the scent of death was reaching his nose again. And he suddenly found his stomach wanting more, a soft rumble escaping his belly as he stared blankly at his two new and very out of the ordinary room mates.