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.
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It was a cold and windy day at the Camps, inmates were stumbling around precariously, knocking into one another as well as the guards. There was a sense of unease in the camps, though no one knew why, perhaps it was the fact that they felt the end was nearing, or the fact that the camps were now merged. However, something else seemed to be lurking around the camps, almost a feeling of dread, no one could explain it unless they knew, who had come to the camps this day.
A man, tall in stature with wavy black hair, wearing glasses a trenchcoat and a hat walked onto the scene of the camps. It was strange as to how the Guards seemingly parted when he walk through them towards the office of the one who seemed to be in charge of the camps. The man had heard much about this Ex Detective, the fact that he had dated a mutant who was now in the camps, the face his partner was killed by a mutant and the fact that he had interacted with various mutants the government had files on.
How did this man know this you might ask? Well lets just say that he had...connections with the government.
The man walked through the main building, paying no intrest to the mutants that were being processed into the camps, he just wanted to get to his destination and talk to this man about, the condition of the camp.
The man entered, Ruperts office placing his hat and coat on a coat rack next to the door. He wore a glove over his right hand and he wore a pair of black dress pants with a blue button down shirt.
He looked at the man at the desk, an amused smile spreading across his thin lips.
"Mr Rupert Kelly, I am glad to finally meet you, I have heard so much about your exploits." The man paused for a moment. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dr Percy Fusion and I am here to inquire about the progress the mutants are making in the camps."
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Rupert had been told that the man was coming. In fact, an appointment had actually been scheduled--this morning, at the last possible moment. It was for this reason and this reason alone that he was actually using his office at the Camps for the first time since this place was newly opened and the muties had still been thinking that escape or rescue was just a day away. Since he'd been thinking that, too. Funny how time didn't make things closer; it pushed them back to some clouded future date. He'd heard that a Stalker robot had been ambushed and captured by mutants in the city. He was too tired to take that for a sign that he'd be useful soon. That his phone would ring, and he'd get the call to sabotage the drugs the freaks were being fed. That he'd finally get Raina and everyone else safely out of here.
The man entered like he owned the place; hanging up his hat and coat on a rack that had never been used before, not even nodding in acknowledgement to the Italian man sitting behind the desk. The man ignored him, so it seemed only fair play that Rupert returned the favor: he stayed seated, and didn't do anything more than lace his fingers together and watch the man without comment.
That amused smile didn't win the man any points.
> "Mr Rupert Kelley, I am glad to finally meet you, I have heard so much about your exploits. ...Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Dr Percy Fusion and I am here to inquire about the progress the mutants are making in the camps."
Rupert gave a smile of his own. It was a cold-hearted smile. In this conversation, it wouldn't be out of place. He rose from his seat, and offered his hand across the desk. "Doctor Fusion, welcome. I must say, I'm quite the follower of your work. The Lupin sisters..." He gave a chuckle. "Well, it's been hard following in your footsteps, I'll just say that. Never the less," he sat back down, smoothing his pants behind him as he did so, and motioning for the man to take a seat. "I think you'll be quite pleased with our work here. As own professional to another," Rupert's grin spread ever wider, "this place is Hell."
Dr Fusion smiled that malevolent smile at Mr Kelly, taking a seat. The Man had a feeling that the Ex cop would bring up the Lupin sisters. He had heard from a very reliable source that he knew much about them. He also knew that Rupert had access into his old Computer files containing the data on the girls. It was very good to have an informant, it always helped him think about 20 steps ahead of the person.
Fusionist looked around a tiny bit when Mr Kelly stated that this place was hell. If it was hell, there would be cages and the Mutants wouldn't be walking free at all in his opnion but that was neither here nor there this was the goverments decission. He had no say in how they took care of the Genetic Monstrosities all he had a say in was...giving his honest opinion.
"So you have followed My work on the Lupin sisters Mr Kelly? Intresting, very Intresting." Fusionist gave Rupert a cold calculating look that looked as if it could freeze Ice. "Have you started to enjoy thier screams Mr Kelly? The Screams of those you are better than? It really is a facisnating thing to listen to,"
Fusionist got up from his chair, looking our the small window Rupert had in his office. "Wether it is a scream of pain after getting a bone broken, A scream of Defilement after they have been violated by all Belief or my Personal Favorite, a scream of sorrow from loosing someone near and dear,"
Fusionist walked back over to the chair, sitting down. "They all will imbed themselves into your mind and after a while it will be like a sweet melody chimming through the breeze. If you can get the Middle Lupin sister to scream...that will be a scream to remember."
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Rupert listened to the man speak. He watched his movements, his manners: the malevolent smile, the calculating look, the compulsive standing and sitting, as if gazing out the window would add that missing depth back to his soul. Then, when the man seemed quite finished with his psychotic speech, it was Rupert's turn. This was a game he could play with the best of them.
"The screams..." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes focusing somewhere above Doctor Fusion's head as a small smile came to his face. "No. It's the silences. Have you ever watched the face of that fox, when she believes her sister's fate is entirely in her hands? When you have put it there, and she thinks she has control, but knows--on that level where she can't lie to herself--that the situation is entirely in your hands? She does not scream, Doctor Fusion; she goes silent. She watches you; you are the savior or destroyer of all that she values. You are her entire world." Rupert's gaze snapped back to meet the man's own. He smiled the lazy smile of a man recalling fond memories. A shiver ran through his body: that's exactly what they were. Fond memories. He'd enjoyed what he'd done to Ruby and Emerald, that day they'd been captured. He was every bit as sick as this bastard in front of him.
"I'm sorry." He gave the man a wink. "You really shouldn't let me get started." He shuffled some papers together on his desk, and tapped their edges against the wood to straighten them out into a neat pile. "Now, what was it you wanted to know, exactly?"
The difference between Fusion and him: he knew they were both a pair of sick bastards. He didn't like that fact. He had a feeling that Doctor Fusion here did.
Fusionist arched a pleased brow at Rupert, noticing his remark that seemed to be a direct counter to his own statement. It was an interesting bout, the doctor had to say that, but he never lost a battle of wits. That was just how Fusionist was, a mad, overconfident Scientist.
"I see you have a tiny bit of sadism in you Mr Kelly, It really is a surprise to me. I have researched much about your past history and considering your track record I am very surprised." Fusionist paused, aimlessly drumming his fingers against the desk.
"I am actually here to see you files on the Prisoners in the camps. Just to see how badly they have been treated as well as if it is up to my standards."
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Rupert wasn't playing at a battle of wits. He was just being his own charming self, and saying all of the things he would have said months ago with just as little filtering between his brain and his mouth as he usually had. If he stopped to think, he was going to feel ill.
A part of him wanted to feel ill right now. Another, much larger part, realized that he had to work at it to make himself feel ill on the count of these freaks. Most of them in here deserved what they were getting, and the others deserved it because they'd been too stupid to find a hiding spot. Really, was it that hard to play human? Clearly.
He would have more respect for himself if thoughts like that did make him feel ill, on some basic, instinctive level. They just... didn't. Right now, that wasn't a bad thing. It wouldn't be a bad thing until the next time he stopped, and thought.
> "I see you have a tiny bit of sadism in you Mr Kelly, It really is a surprise to me. I have researched much about your past history and considering your track record I am very surprised."
Rupert gave a 'tiny bit' of an amused snort. "Frankly, Doctor Fusion, I'm surprised you researched me at all." He leaned back in his chair, realizing that the man's information must not be quite as thorough as Rupert had assumed it would be. "I have to say, I'm more than a little disappointed that you're surprised by a 'tiny bit of sadism'. You may wish to check your sources. Or are you confusing me with my former partner, the great bleeding heart Cassandra Elliot?"
> "I am actually here to see you files on the Prisoners in the camps. Just to see how badly they have been treated as well as if it is up to my standards."
He went for those papers on his desk again, with a cold smile. "You understand that everything I've said since you've walked in that door has been off the record, correct, Doctor Fusion? This place is going to do its job, and kill them all; then the government's going to come looking for a scapegoat for that success. I do not intend to be that scapegoat. Are we clear?"
"On the record: the treatment of the develop-genetically challenged individuals in our care is appalling. I work everyday to better their conditions. I have personally seen to regular health inspections in the kitchen," health inspections that the kitchen had, surprisingly, passed, "the placement of mutants among our human staff for a fostering of better relations between our species, and I have ordered plans drawn for a reconstruction of the laundry pool so it can maintain a more sanitary condition." He met the man's gaze, and grinned. "Now, off the record again:"
Rupert spread out his papers with one hand in a smooth arc facing the man. Camp personnel reports, weekly reports on the intra-camp crimes supplemented by Gwendolyn's snarling physical reports from the infirmary, and death tallies by day since the camp had opened awaited the man's eyes. "I doubt we'll meet your standards, Doctor Fusion; but then, your standards are high." Rupert tapped the death tallies. "And as I understand it, our aims are different. Off the record still--wouldn't want to be caught on record being honest, here--our goal from the beginning has been to give the government a quiet little place where they can ship off mutants and get back death certificates. Within the constraints they've placed on us--that 'treatment to reform' crap--I think we're doing a damn good job of that." Boy, were they ever. "We've hired every lunatic and their rapist brother to our staff, we've fostered internal splintering by promoting some of the mutants to guards, and we've consistently kept the rations this side of the starvation point. I think you'll be pleased to know we just dropped below the population necessary to maintain both a separate male and female side to the camps; we've combined the sides. That should," he leaned back again, with a chuckle, "raise their spirits again. Which is excellent--I think you must know, Doctor, just how boring it is to kick a beaten dog." He laced his hands behind his head. "Any questions?"
It would seem that Mr Rupert Kelly had alot of issues that needed to be worked out. Fusionist was now very intrigued about this mans intentions, however, he knew much more than he let on. Not only that but this, measly little man portrayed himself as this godlike figure over these mutants but Fusionist knew this wasn't the case.
You see, however long Fusionist has been this way, no one quite knows but Fusionist has always enjoyed other peoples suffering. Wether it was friends, family or enemies it would seem that the man just couldn't get enough of being in the Euphoric state of listening to other peoples pain. Right now, he could even hear pain in Ruperts voice, he could also sense a few vague lines of deceet and lies in it as well.
Fusionist was taking great pleasure in listening to this mans 'factual' speech about how this place was hell. The death tolls didn't prove anything to Fusionist, not a damn thing, hell anyone could die, it was just how they died was what made it interesting. Fusionist knew that most likely over half of these death tolls were ether forged or by malnutrition a bland, simplistic way of killing someone. These men in these camps seemed to be doing a bad job because he had not yet seen a person with there spirit totaly broken yet.
Fusionist looked at Rupert, clapping his hands in a slow, calculating clap. He glanced up at the man from the papers, a smile that had only grazed his lips when he was about to do something very bad. The madman's steely brown eyes focussed on Rupert, looking at him with an unamused glare.
"Good show Mr Kelly, May I ask if you do card tricks as well?" Fusionist chuckled, raising his brow with amusement. "You seem to be so sure of yourself and yet, so dissasured at the same time. These things you are saying, on and off the record makes no difference to me, I am not exactly some big goverment honcho who is here to Evaluate you. I am here to just see if you had what it takes to be a head of a place like this. From what I observed, you really are not."
Fusionist laughed, again, that smirk coming back on his face. "Do you know what I did in the labs Mr Kelly? I intended to break every spirit of my Mutants, did I intend to kill them? No I think the goverment if foolish for even think of something like that. We must use the mutants to our advantage, make them usable to the guards, parade them out in public in Humiliating situations. Mr Kelly I know fear and I know despair, I myself have caused it for many years, mutants quell underneath my hand. There has not been one of my Mutants that could resit me or rebel against me, not one. You have done a poor job of breaking thier spirits Mr Kelly you can't let them just die, make them want to die. You need to get them to fear you, if you really want this camp to do well."
Fusionist finished, folding his hands In his lap. He waited for Rupert's response, that smirk still place upon his rigid face.
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'Dissasured' isn't a word, asshole. Let's hear a round of applause for your genius grasp of the English language.
Rupert stayed leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms comfortably over his stomach. "Doctor Fusion, I think we have a crucial misunderstanding between us. You see," he gave friendly smile, "this isn't your lab. We aren't trying to break wills, or run experiments. We are trying to eliminate a problem slowly enough to tone down the public outcry, but quickly enough that it doesn't rise up and bite us in the throat. As I understand it, we are not interested in how spirited this batch of freaks is. We are interested in the threat they pose to the public being removed. Death is the only way to assure that. Or," he raised his eyebrows, keeping his pleasant smile in place, "have you forgotten about the Lupin family? You had all the time in the world with them, yet here Oceanwolf and the fox are in my Camp, unbroken. Now why is that, Doctor Fusion?" Rupert tweedled his thumbs as he awaited the man's reply. This meeting was more entertaining than he'd thought it would be. Honestly, the great Fusionist wasn't nearly as intelligent as Rupert had expected. He was a focused madman with a scientific mind, and little more. Dangerous... but his single-mindedness limited him. It was no wonder the Lupins had escaped.
Fusionist's smiled stayed as Rupert mentioned the Lupin sisters. He figured that the man would try something such as that. However, Fusionist thought far more into his speech before he had stated it.
"Touche Mr. Kelly, Touche. Though, you seem to forget one thing however," Fusionist paused then a larger smile crept across his face. "If you have control one sister, you essitaily control the other two because there is nothing stronger than the bond of family."
Fusionist looked out the window for a brief moment, drumming his fingers aimlessly on the desk he turned back to Rupert very slowly.
"You must realize something My dear Rupert, If you try to eliminate a problem completely despite your best attempts from keeping your from getting dirty there will still be blood on your hands. If you prove to the public that these creatures are monsters you are more likely to win thier support"
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> "Touché Mr. Kelly, Touché. Though, you seem to forget one thing however, if you have control one sister, you essentially control the other two because there is nothing stronger than the bond of family."
"As you've clearly proven, Doctor Fusion." Rupert answered, not bothering to hide his sarcasm. He was getting more comfortable with this conversation, now.
> "You must realize something my dear Rupert, if you try to eliminate a problem completely despite your best attempts from keeping your from getting dirty there will still be blood on your hands. If you prove to the public that these creatures are monsters you are more likely to win their support."
Rupert smiled right on back. "Doctor Fusion, you must realize something: we have the public support, or the next best thing: we have a public who isn't about to stand up en masse and stop us. There will always be a few concerned liberals and animal rights groups who try to rally up an outcry against what we're doing: that's why it's best we do it quickly. Most of the population, as you can clearly see--" Rupert swept a hand out, indicating the Camps as a whole, "--aren't concerned enough to come knocking down our gates, demanding better treatment for these freaks. Apathy is our ally. We'll kill everyone here, and the public will look at their newspapers the day after we're done and give a little outraged cry. Then they'll drive to work, eat their lunches, and go out to a movie or to a bar and talk about what's happening in Hollywood. They'll take a walk on the street, and they won't have to worry about having one of these freaks starting a brawl down the block. America is full of arm chair humanitarians: they'll talk about what bad, bad people you and I are, then they'll turn on the Sunday game and not do a damn thing about it." He yawned. "Excuse me: long day. About 'blood on my hands'--that happened long before I accepted a job here, Doctor Fusion. Slaughterhouse workers go home and wash up, because they realize that all they did is what needs to be done. I realize that, too." Rupert leaned forward, his smile lost as he turned a critical stare on the perverse scientist. "Do you, Doctor Fusion? Do you realize what needs to be done? Because, honestly--" he leaned back in his chair again, with a half-shrug, "--I don't think you do. I think you're like a kid playing with the chicken bones on his plate while myself and my guards are over here, killing the chickens for you."
Fusionist shook his head, a light chuckle escaping his lips. His eyes glinted with insanity as he looked at Rupert, removing his glove slowly. It revealed a shrivled up forearm arm, blackened and bloodied looking.
"You see Mr Rupert, I am not playing at all, I have been around much longer than you have and I have been catching and toying with Mutants for years." Fusionist raised his forearm, bending the fingers. "My last encounter with Oceanwolf did this to me, drained most of the fluids from my arm."
Fusionist looked out the window and then looked back at Rupert. However, before he could say more the man noticed the door opening and in walked one of his old experiments.
Ruby walked in with a tray, which had Coffee and Pancakes on it. She had been ordered by one of the guards to bring this to the Ex cop so he wouldn't yell at him for it. So Ruby was almost happy to Oblidge, considering that she would be able to get away from work for a while.
The Fox girl walked to Ruperts desk and placed the tray on it, ears flat and eyes directly looking at him. It wasn't a broken look but one rather filled with hope instead of anger that most of the inmates had adopted. Ruby was about to walk out when she saw Fusionist, her eyes widened in horror when she saw him, her body starting to tremble and shake.
"Fusionist!" She finally cried between tiny whimpers.
Ruby almost made a mad dash to the door when Fusionist grabbed her with his good arm, clenching his fingers around her thin arm. Fusionist smiled at her struggling, which was the the frantic struggling of a trapped animal.
"I would like both of You to know something, there is change comming Rupert. I already know that The X men and the other organizations will survive this camp. Even this squirming pup," He growled, gesturing to the terrified Ruby. "But there is something, something I have been planning for years even before ethier of you left your mothers wombs. The goverment can't stop it and niether can the mutants. You see I am the puppet master in all this and what I say goes, I have connections and Resources that no one seems to be able to comprehend. Mark my words, you haven't seen the last of me but the next time you see me you will be looking at a entirely new man, one whose power excedes all of the world leaders combind!"
Fusionist Realesed Ruby, hurrying out the door with a slam. The Fox girl stood there, stunned for a moment before turning to Rupert. She was scared to say the least, noticed obviously by her trembling body. After a little while though she managed to calm herself down, though she was still visibly shaken by these recent events.
Ruby was wondering how Fusionist was alive and what all of those things he said meant. She assumed that he was talking about world domination but what did he mean that he was the Puppet master? All of his funding should have been cut when they found out the inhumane things he was doing to people. However, the question still remained the one that she knew that Rupert had to be thinking of as well, what in the world was he planning?
"Mr Rupert? I brought you your'e breakfast and I Gave you some teddy grahams with it because Emmy said you would like them. She didn't steal them though, I got them from the Customs leader. Emerald said they were your favorite cookie thing and that they would make you happy!" Ruby perked up at that, a small smile on her face. "Besides...Its not your fault we'are in here. Even though Emmy didn't want me to give you something Extra, But I figured that since you haven't penalized anyone with any worst punishments that we are already recieving from the scary guards you deserved it."
Ruby felt so much better that it was just her and Mr Rupert now. She knew he wasn't mean or anything he just had to do his job and she figured he couldn't possibly like causing people pain like Fusionist did.
"Oh and Emmy told me to call you Uncle Grizzly for some reason."
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> "You see Mr Rupert, I am not playing at all, I have been around much longer than you have and I have been catching and toying with Mutants for years. My last encounter with Oceanwolf did this to me, drained most of the fluids from my arm."
Rupert raised one eyebrow at the man's shriveled arm, unimpressed. "So now we're playing show and tell. Great. Doctor Fusion--do you actually have a doctorate?--I'm afraid that you're proving my point for me. You are playing a child's game. I am not. In fact--" A pair of fox ears bobbed in through the doorway, bearing coffee and... pancakes. Rupert lost his train of thought. His other eyebrow went up. Well. This certainly couldn't go wrong.
> "I would like both of You to know something, there is change coming Rupert. ...Mark my words, you haven't seen the last of me but the next time you see me you will be looking at a entirely new man, one whose power exceeds all of the world leaders combined!"
Rupert had sat through the fox girl's whimpers. He'd sat through that raving speech. Now that the man seemed to be done exemplifying megalomania for the space of a breath, Rupert stood. "I think you should--" The door slammed. "...Leave. Right. And stay out," he added, unenthusiastically.
That just left him and the fox. The fox was looking at him. Shaking, too. Again: this certainly couldn't go wrong.
> "Mr Rupert? I brought you your breakfast and I gave you some teddy grahams with it because Emmy said you would like them. She didn't steal them though, I got them from the Customs leader. Emerald said they were your favorite cookie thing and that they would make you happy!"
...Teddy grahams were his 'favorite cookie thing'? Rupert had a sneaking suspicion that Raina and Oceanwolf had been talking about him in those barracks. Raina had mentioned some kind of white cartoon bear with his name. The leap to teddy grahams... wasn't a large one. Especially not when females set to pointlessly conspiring. Women with too much time on their hands: the only thing in the world more dangerous than mutants. Make them mutant women, and Rupert was surprised this was the worst they'd come up with. Teddy grahams. ...Were they what was causing all those strange rashes the other guards had been getting? He looked at them, but didn't reach for them. Teddy grahams. Suspicion, you have a new face.
> "Besides...It's not your fault we're in here. Even though Emmy didn't want me to give you something extra, but I figured that since you haven't penalized anyone with any worst punishments that we are already receiving from the scary guards you deserved it. ...Oh and Emmy told me to call you Uncle Grizzly for some reason."
Rupert stared at the girl for a count of three, then sat back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair. "Well you seem... alarmingly high-spirited." He leaned back. His eyes flickered briefly to the pancakes, then back to the girl. He wasn't particularly hungry, and he was particularly suspicious. She was looking particularly thin, and would probably know if those pancakes had been treated to any 'special treatment' by the mutants in the kitchen. His next action was nearly decided for him: "Are you hungry?" He asked, giving an inviting sweep towards the breakfast food he didn't particularly want or trust.
"High Spirited? Well I wouldn't necessarily say that considering the circumstances, uncle Grizzly, but I can't always be sad because with all of these bad things happening around us something good is bound to happen. Though it hasn't yet been proven by science....but I have found out that Science isn't always right about everything." Ruby told Rupert with a small grin on her face.
Ruby's eyes widened at Ruperts gesture of food for her. She had thought that he would devour the food and make her watch, which is what guards normally did when she was ordered to bring them food. But this was what remind Ruby that Rupert was not a guard nor was he a psychotic man who enjoyed watching the pain of others. The Foxling couldn't help the look of absolute joy that filled her entire being at that exact moment. The girl looked to be almost glowing with happiness.
"Really...I can have some of your food?" Ruby took a step towards it but took a step back. "You aren't going to give it to me then rip it away like the guards do are you?"
Ruby's ears went flat and her tail curled around her body, her eyes gave probably one of the most puppy dog eyed looks Rupert would ever receive. It was one of those looks that may make someones head explode because it was so cute and innocent.
Despite all that Ruby has been through she still had the sweet and Innocent air about her that she had when she entered the camps.
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Rupert stared at the young mutant. Simply... stared. The puppy dog eyes? Adorable. They were just the cutest little things he'd ever seen. That was just the sort of look that had made him adopt a poodle-mix from the pound when he'd gone in to find a guard dog. On a humanoid face? It honestly made him sick. What were mutants? Were they really just some glorified breed of animal? Those ears and that tail should not be on a human form. They just... shouldn't.
Rupert pushed the plate towards the girl, and motioned to the chair Fusion had recently vacated. "Help yourself. I lost my appetite." He kept the coffee, though.
Ruby let out a happy yip of joy, scampering over to the chair. She sat down and began to cut the pancakes up into smaller pieces. She then munched on the pieces happily, tail swishing back and forth in the air. In a way Ruby looked like a little kid at Christmas who finally got there gift. She was just so...damn cute, even the author has a hard time writing this without going Awww.
She was only halfway through the first pancake when she looked up at Rupert curiously. The little fox girl wondered why he wasn't eating anything, it wasn't like anyone that Ruby knew to turn down a meal. The Vulpine girls green eyes gazed up at Rupert, tail curling around her small body.
"Uncle Grizzly, You aren't friends with Fusionist are you?" She asked, her voice trembling. "You aren't going to give Emmy and I back to him...are you? I know you proably don't care about what we think but he hurt us and your guards are already doing a good job with that so you aren't going to make us go with him, right?"
The Fox girl looked absolutely terrified of the aspect of going back to the labs. She didn't want to and she was scared of what Fusionist would do to them if they were sent back.