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.
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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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"No I haven't been there long." She admitted to his question. The thought of having a honestly to god conversation with someone while she was invisible still kinda weirded her out. Most times she just watched people. She didn't speak up because most people would freak out and run away screaming. There were a few instances where it had happened but mostly she didn't engage people in this way. She found herself wishing she wasn't invisible. She could feel a constant pressure on her chest and legs. She had come to know this feeling as her girlfriend's arms and legs draped over her sleeping body. If someone were to touch her body while she was asleep she would feel it just the same as falling down in her dream and getting hurt would cause her body to toss and turn uncomfortably in her bed.
Daydream knew this was going to sound absolutely bizarre but she did it anyways. "Emily? Emily are ya there sugar?" She called out......Nothing. "Emily? You still there?" She called out again. When Daydream was astral projecting her body was connected. She was always two halves of the same person. Just like she could feel an arm draped over her body, which to be honest she didn't feel now; She could also somewhat communicate. By talking in her astral form it caused her body back in her bed to mumble in her sleep. It was something honestly hard to wrap her own head around she didn't expect it to be easy to comprehend for anyone else. But she wasn't gently shaken awake when she called out for her girlfriend so she had to assume that she had slipped away during the night to sleep in her own room.
Daydream looked at Artair. Moments ago when she was calling out to Emily, she was looking absentmindedly at the ceiling as if she was on some sort of special telephone. Now her brown eyes settled back on Artair. She shrugged and sighed. "Guess'n I'm lying in bed alone or she's ina deep sleep. Either way, you want to meet? At the very least I owe ya that much to apologize in person." She said. Her hand slipping down into her jacket to grasp at her cell phone. If she was alone in her room she wouldn't feel bad about calling the phone in her room and waking herself up. But first she was going to call a cab and have it head to the mansion so when she woke up she would have a ride ready and waiting. She figured it'd be much more fun for this guy to hang out with a living breathing body rather than an avatar for an astral projecting dream girl.
Daydream stood there a moment in awkward silence while she waited for his answer. She honestly loved meeting new and interesting mutants. Sometimes she had to battle back social shyness, but once the fear had left her and she realized Artair was actually kind of a nice guy, she didn't mind the thought of getting to know him better. His powers were so interesting she wanted to find out more about him. Besides sleep or no sleep for her she never felt rested. Didn't really matter if she slept or not, if she found someone interesting to interact with that was much more preferable.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 10, 2017 16:35:35 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
It was good to know he wasn't the only one a little overwhelmed with the mansion. The place took a lot of getting used to and Artair still hadn't figured out the trick. Seeing some many people with obvious mutations being, normal, shocked him a little and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. The fact that there was a place that gave them a sense of normalcy along with everything else was definitely something he could get behind. Maybe the more exposure to it, the more normal it would be to him, as well. He would never have traded where he grew up, but he was, at heart, a small town lad. Some things he was still pretty unused to seeing. His last nocturnal adventure into the city had landed him in a very popular gay bar. That had been a learning experience for him.
When she started to talk to someone else, Artair nearly had a heart attack. Christ was there another one in here with him the hold time? Quickly looking around, before feeling pretty foolish. Even if she had been addressing someone in the room, he clearly wouldn't have been able to see them and from the context he guessed this Emily was with Daydreams actual body. Wondering how that worked, he saw her turn back to him in the screen and decided to focus on that, rather than, wherever, her her voice came from.
Meet her in person? He didn't quite know how to answer that, especially given how he'd met the lass. There was also the creep factor, if he said yes was he being weird? No, he needed to stop over thinking things and if she wasn't comfortable with it, she wouldn't have asked. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea, as much fun as the conversation is right now, being able to see who I'm talking to would be nice." Grinning, he continued with, "And honestly lass I'm still half convinced that I've just lost it." Which wasn't entirely untrue. His mind was still in minor freak out mode about the whole, invisible thing. It could be worse, he could have let someone see the secret rooms of a place he'd promised not to reveal. That might have been a bad idea.
Standing slowly he replaced the equipment he'd used, returning the shirt he had borrowed to what he assumed was a laundry basket. His shirt might make him smell like a collapsed distillery but at least it was dry now. "Do you mind not watching this time?" he said lightly, assuming she had stared when she saw his scars. He would too, in her position, they weren't exactly unnoticeable. Covering most of the upper right of his chest, the mix of ugly raised red and thin, white surgical scars painted a picture in his skin. He hated them while refusing any offers to reduce their visibility. Somethings he didn't want to forget. Some he couldn't.
"Where do you want to meet then? I'm starving and there's a pretty good twenty four hour diner a couple streets over." He could kill for some pancakes right now. After how his night had gone, having something gloriously unhealthy seemed like a good way to go. "They do the best waffles I've had." In his experience most people couldn't resist the lure of sugar, and it usually had enough people in that it felt public. He didn't exactly relish meeting someone who was still a relative stranger on his own and he couldn't imagine she she felt too different. Yeah she seemed nice, but murderers can be down right charming.
Posted by Daydream on Apr 11, 2017 20:44:17 GMT -6
S.U.P.E.R.
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
Daydream
Purple
Bisexual
It's complicated
387
32
Jul 8, 2023 21:37:24 GMT -6
Melody
"Waffles right! I'll see you there in ten minutes?" She didn't wait for an answer. She teleported out of the room and onto the other side of the closed door. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her phone and looked up the number of a cab. Closing her eyes and thinking about the outside of the building she teleported outside. She was outside the night club now. "Yeah you need a cab? Where should we send it?" A rather dry and bored sounding voice asked her from the other end of the line. Daydream told him the address of the X-Mansion and quickly hung up.
It was cold out. She could feel that even in astral form. Sense of taste, smell, touch and pain were all muted in this state, but it wasn't gone. She was cold, but not much. She knew by the way her powers worked that when she stepped outside it would be colder than this so she knew a change of closes were in order. Daydream sighed. Taking one last look at this nightclub she smiled. Pressing one on the speed dial rang the phone in her room.
Her eyes shot open. Suddenly she wasn't standing in front of a nightclub shivering slightly and eagerly thinking about pancakes. Now she was laying face down in her bed. A small pool of drool soaked her pillow. Turning her head she saw that her girlfriend was gone. It didn't surprise her. They hadn't been dating long, she didn't always stay through the night, though it had happened once or twice.
Daydream sat up wiping her face with her arm. She didn't have that half asleep groggy feeling when she woke up. Her conscious thought transferred from one vessel to the next with no delay. It was like she just simply changed t-shirts. Only instead of t-shirts she was changing bodies. Daydream sat up in her bed and realized she would need something warmer. Stripping out of her shirt she slipped on a warm wool sweater that was just a little to big. The beige sleeves dwarfed her hands but it was soft and warm. Perfect for tonight. She didn't exactly own any jeans that didn't have rips in them. It was more an issue of not getting around to doing some shopping yet since she got to New York.
Daydream slipped on a pair of jeans however, that had slightly less rips and slide her boots back on. She was still wearing the black wool fingerless gloves to keep her hands warm. Daydream completed her new look by tying her hair back in a messy bun. To be honest she didn't really care how she looked. She wasn't trying to impress the guy. She looked cute all the same, this had always been her favorite sweater and the neckline was just a little to big as well. The neckline kept falling over a pale shoulder revealing one of her bra straps. She had to constantly pull it back up. Still, didn't change the fact that she loved that sweater.
Daydream hurried downstairs after that and found that the cab was already waiting for her. She didn't bring anything with her other than her cell phone. She didn't feel threatened anymore by Artair. They were going to meet in a public place. Honestly, what could he do in a public place without getting branded as a dangerous mutant. Daydream didn't have any problems playing the innocent scared human if things went crazy. She looked human. She didn't have any powers when she was awake and though she wasn't a strong liar most people were willing to give the one claiming human the benfit of the doubt when it came to altercations with a mutant.
Daydream slipped inside the cab and told him where the diner was and the cab started to head off into the night. She pulled out her phone and checked her messages as she rode quietly in the backseat. The soft glow of her screen illuminating her face in the dark and nothing else. She scrolled through the screens with a few swipes and frowned when she didn't find a text from Emily. Well.... Let her get'sum rest. I will be alright.
When no more comments were forthcoming, Artair assumed Daydream had already gone, so he set too gathering his things before heading off. He really wished he had a spare shirt, he smelled like he'd been on a three day bender. Which he hadn't for at least a couple of months. Taking a quick look around before leaving, he headed back up to the lifts and back to the main room. Giving the main desk a wide berth he headed out into the cool night, glad for the lower temperatures. He'd always been a winter lad at heart and felt much more comfortable in the cooler temperatures, his thin jacket and shirt was all he needed.
It wasn't a long walk for him, but it gave him time to think about exactly what had happened and what was still going on. He wasn't used to this, meeting mutants, talking about his own powers. Was it wrong he still felt weird about it? He wasn't really sure, not anymore. If more exposure to the more normal interactions with mutants were needed, maybe this chat with Daydream would help. Maybe all he really needed right now was a stack of pancakes with extra diabetes on top. The very thought made his mouth water and his walking speed increased. That glorious syrupy goodness could not come soon enough. Oh god and coffee, that would be perfect.
As he neared the diner, he again thought that this might not be his best idea. While they were meeting in a public place, if someone really wanted to hurt him, that wouldn't stop them. He was also under no illusions that if something kicked off, the bigger, red headed immigrant would look worse off. That coupled with the fact that his power was very visible when used, he knew he'd need to at least be careful going forward. That could all wait though, his musings had occupied him long enough as he rounded the corner to the diner.
Entering and quickly ordering, he didn't spot the face from the laptop screen. Artair hadn't exactly expected her to get here before him, so he might as well grab a table and order his thoughts while he waited. At least the diner was relatively empty, not that he'd expected much this early in the morning. The only patrons right now were a couple of very drunk teenagers and what looked like a night shift worker. Good, he had a feeling some of the questions asked would be personal and he didn't relish the thought of sharing that kind of information about himself to a large audience. Sighing at the idea, he knew he should probably tell her about his scars. It would head of more awkward lines of questioning later and, if he was being honest, it felt like something he should say. He didn't know why but that feeling refused to get shaken away.
Daydream slipped outside. She had on a leather jacket now over her beige sweater. Still a bit nippy. She slipped through the front gate and out into the cab. She was surprised that she had never had trouble getting a cab to come to the mansion. This is the second time she had ordered a cab to meet her there. Both times she didn't seem to have any arguments about not going near that place. It struck her as odd considering the mansion was apparently very open about housing mutants there.
The ride over was quick and uneventful. Nothing much for her to do except stare out the window and watch the scenery of the night whizzing by. She didn't exactly fall in love with New York. Not for the reasons most people do at least. She didn't come here for Broadway or Time's Square. She came because she had heard that New York was the place to be for mutants and so far she found the place to be pretty tolerable for her kind. She kept waiting to find out that the rug was going to be pulled out from under her. She thought she'd run into someone mutant hunting shadowy arm of the government, end up a test subject in some sleep lab. She thought that something bad should happen. The rest of her life had been tragic in comparison to the fairy tale that New York had offered her.
Stepping out of the cab she could see the diner. She could see the red haired scot in the booth by the window. She realized she had never asked him for his name. How weird. One minute you're lying in bed with your girlfriend. Her arms and legs draped over you and the next you were waking yourself up to go meet a stranger for 3 am pancakes. She didn't even know the guy's name. And that's completely normal? Well, what else do you have to do that's so important? she asked herself. She was standing outside the diner door. Taking deep breathes and getting herself prepared to meet him for the first time really. It was much different than meeting someone while invisible.
Daydream reached out and grasped the handle of the door. Pulling it open she stepped inside to the tiny pale blue florescent hell of the diner. The lighting made it look like one of those murder mystery flicks where the heroine goes to meet a guy at a shady diner at 3 am for answers. The kind of lighting that might give you head ache if you looked at it too long. The whole room looked like one big bug zapper. Though the smells coming from the kitchen smelled amazing so that was encouraging.
Daydream stopped when she entered the diner. Everyone was looking at her. Her pale skin cast in a slightly blue glow from the lighting. Her fiery red hair a vibrant contrast to all the colors around her which seemed dull and muted. Daydream's big brown eyes inquisitively checking out their new surroundings. Her pink pouty lips pursed together in a tiny shape. Her expression hung unsure on her beautiful face. Everyone seemed to be looking at her. The guy behind the counter stared at her with dead fish eyes. He didn't blink. He didn't seem impressed with her, he just seemed to be thinking who the **** is this? The drunk teens in the back all stopped to look at the beautiful woman who entered the diner.
"Dam yo! Check her out. Bet'chu I could get her number." One of them said. She ignored it. She heard his friends instantly shoot down his idea like he was out of his mind. She moved quietly over to her the table that had Artair sitting at it. She smiled lightly. "I'm Daydream." She said slipping herself into the booth across from him. She was suddenly very nervous again, but it was interesting. She was a very big fan of interesting. "Actually.....It's Kendra."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 13, 2017 15:42:52 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Artair had been so lost in his thoughts he missed her walking through the door. He'd been to focused on trying to play out recent events, see if there were any inconsistency's in her story or what she'd said. Maybe she was playing him from the start, all of it being an elaborate prank. If it was, he had to admit, it was good. His paranoid thoughts would have kept going if one of the teenagers hadn't tried, and failed, to whisper something to a friend. Looking up in annoyance, he realised what the kid had said. Couldn't blame the lad either, whoever Daydream was, she a bonnie lass. He'd have been interested if he'd not caught a glimpse at the mind behind the innocent face. Now he could only see her immaturity, the fact that she was basically like a child. Not that he didn't enjoy it when the drunk kids in the corner saw her sit down opposite him. Why should she get to be the only immature one tonight?
Smiling as she introduced herself, he was glad to have an actual name to work with. That always made conversations more real to him. He did have to stop himself from grinning when she said her name was Kendra. If there was anyone who embodied the opposite of a prophet, it was this lass. "Hi Kendra. Good to see you, this time. I'm called Artair Hawke." Now that she was opposite him, he didn't quite know what to say. This wasn't the way he was expecting his night to go, he certainly wished he was spending time with a different girl he'd met tonight. Best not to dwell though, he'd only start torturing himself with that line of thought.
Where should they start? He had questions he needed answering and he imagined she had more that she wanted to know. He'd also considered the fact that he would have to say something to Devon, about his little snooper. What he needed, was to gauge her, see what her personality was like and, if she definitely wasn't a threat to Haven, chances are he wouldn't mention her by name. Artair was new to Haven himself and he hadn't been able to find out if they were on the level yet. They probably were, Devon at least he trusted, but he wasn't going to take a chance with someone else's safety. It certainly couldn't hurt if Haven had some tighter security regarding invisible intruders thought. Kendra had gotten in far to easily for his liking. That at least he was going to mention, hopefully they would heed his warnings.
But, back to the matter at hand and he knew starting small was the best way to go. She was probably still a little nervous around him so taking it from the basics seemed a good idea. "I know you probably have a lot of questions, I know I do. But first, food. I've ordered enough to share, but if there's anything you want in particular, best order it now before we forget."
With the issue of food ordering out of the way, and a fresh cup of coffee in front of him, it was probably best if he started. She obviously had some misconceptions about him and clearing those up would speed the conversation along. "Why don't we start with where we're from," he paused slightly to let her prepare herself for that idea. "As you've probably guessed I'm not American, I'm Scottish. I come from a set of small islands of the north coast of Scotland. My particular hunk of blasted rock is called Orkney and I lived there most of my life, before coming here." The names probably didn't mean much to her, but it felt good to hear them again, in the accent of the isles. "Oh also, what you might not have realised is English isn't my first language." He couldn't help but grin when he threw that curve ball into the ring. He could still be mysterious, if he needed to be.
Posted by Daydream on Apr 13, 2017 17:09:47 GMT -6
S.U.P.E.R.
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
Daydream
Purple
Bisexual
It's complicated
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32
Jul 8, 2023 21:37:24 GMT -6
Melody
Before the waitress got away from them she touched her arm lightly to get her attention. The waitress looked down at Kendra's hand unamused then shot her a look. Kendra's fingers recoiled from the touch and she shrunk back a little in her seat. "Uh.... I'll have'a coffee too if'n it's not to much trouble." She said. Her voice was wavering, unsure. If looks could kill, the look the waitress gave her would have her twitching on the floor dead. Kendra's eyes slunk down to her nervous hands in front of her.
She was really two halves of the same whole. She was a shy sweet southern girl. She was a bit socially awkward and a bit neurotic. She constantly narrated in her own head, weighing out situations. She was very indecisive. When she was asleep in astral form she was much more free. She had a total lack of inhibition. She explored the world and the people in it. It was the one time in her life she didn't have to be nervous, or shy, around people. There was no social awkwardness, because people generally didn't know she was there. The woman the scot had met tonight was not how she usually acted.
She found herself giving into the whims of her wild alter ego, because it was fun. It was exciting. She lived in a perpetual state of conscious awareness she tended to have wild moments because her cognitive processes were all wonky. The impulse control centers of her brain lit up like a freaking candle when she was in this alter ego persona that she had come to know as simply 'Dream.' That was not Kendra however. She was the mild mannered photographer by day. Trouble making invisible vixen by night.
The waitress came back and set her coffee onto the table and walked off rolling her eyes. Kendra eagerly took it into her hands. and dared to look at Artair. It was the first eye contact she had honestly made with him since she arrived. For the first time her gaze wasn't averted to some much less threatening thing. It wasn't because of the interactions they had, had. It was more that meeting anyone in person was more intense for her.
Kendra pulled her coffee closer and considered his question when he asked her where she grew up. He proceeded to tell her where he grew up. It was no big surprise to her however to learn that he wasn't American. She offered him a nervous smile and took a sip of her coffee. Coffee was her best friend. She drank more than she should just to keep herself awake sometimes. Often times she found it helpful just to have a quiet night. She knew that when she fell asleep she would slip into this wild persona. It was fun most nights, some nights she'd rather just read a book in her room quietly instead of breaking into people's houses to snoop on them, or chase a random gentleman into a club and steal his drinks.
Setting her coffee back down Kendra sat back. She felt the cushion of the booth pressing into the small of her back and shifted uncomfortably trying to make the hard seat more bearable. "Well.... I grew up in Georgia. Southern girl with southern values. I'm a photographer. Freelance mostly." She said. As she spoke she realized she wasn't talking very loud and made a conscious effort to speak louder. "I work for this magazine called The Divide. It's this radicle publication that focuses on mutant rights issues and equality. All the articles in the magazine are submitted by concerned citizens. Pro mutants who want'a give'a voice to the cause. Articles could be about anything. Ethics of mutants playing professional sports, to weather or not they should be in public schools. But it's a very pro mutant publication..... I take a good amount of the photos that appear in it."
There were other photographers that submitted their work to The Divide, and all of the articles were from joe nobodys. The same way a sports radio show would have a caller call in to voice their concerns, that is how this magazine got it's articles. They all went through a editor to make sure nothing hateful was submitted, but it was pretty much a anyone can contribute kind of thing and Kendra was rather proud of her work there. She was a well respected photographer though she didn't use her real name. She instead submitted her photos under the assumed name 'Madison Hope.' As in she 'hoped' that her work could make a difference. It was all very naive but it was her small way of making the world a better place.
Kendra looked over at Artiar who seemed to be listening, but her voice trailed off. She was still quite nervous to be sitting down with him. It was interesting for sure, but she found herself organizing the stuff on the table; or pulling at the hem of her shirt. She couldn't find something to keep her hands occupied for more than a few minutes and began to nervously chew on her lips. She did have questions, she just didn't have the courage to ask any yet. She took another small sip of her coffee while they waited for their food.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 14, 2017 14:42:40 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
This was not what he'd been expecting. Looking back at the woman he'd talked to earlier today, the way she'd acted and her slight cockiness after her shock had worn off, it was like the one in front of him was a completely different person. The girl sitting opposite was shy and timid, came across as nervous just to be sitting across from him. Either she was pulling the biggest scam on him he'd ever heard of, or the person he'd talked to earlier was just a persona. A mask put on when she felt safer behind her invisibility and anonymity. Even with his recent spikes in paranoia, he couldn't believe the former option. It would take a complete sociopath to play those kind of mind games. Best to try to calmly and patiently listen to her. Artair nearly smiled ironically at the thought, he wasn't exactly know for either trait.
Idly drinking his coffee as she talked, he was glad to get a slightly clearer picture about Kendra, about who she was. To him, where you came from was important. It might not define who you are, but it was a part of what you were. Knowing where people came from, learning a little about their lives helped form connections, helped to make you want to empathise with them. At least that's how he saw it, He was proud of where he came from, his nationality and culture. It formed an important part of his life, a part many had tried to rip away from his ancestors. With how few highlanders there were left, he felt the need to celebrate what was left that much more. Such little progress had been made for his people, even that little had only happened in his lifetime.
It was good to hear about her job though, it was interesting and it said a lot about the lass. She wasn't all mischief and pranks, she did actually care. And she was doing more for others than he did. Maybe he needed to reflect on that some more, he'd judged her fairly harshly to start with. More and more as she explained what she did for the paper he was realising that this, this was the real person. Daydream, as she'd called herself, was the fake. Kendra was a good person, he got the impression she genuinely cared. Artair might not be great at reading people, but he was usually good at telling if they were lying and she, she wasn't. The few times she met his gaze just confirmed it. But that mask she wore while dreaming was dangerous, it had gotten her in trouble tonight. It would have been worse had she pulled this on someone else from Haven too. He got the feeling they would happily report her to Devon. Artair couldn't though. Meeting her had just confirmed it, whoever she was, he wasn't going to rat her out yet.
When she trailed off he assumed her nerves had started to get to her again. Her behaviour confirmed his suspicions, so rather than push too hard he let the conversations lapse for a couple of minutes, giving her a bit of time to work things out in her head. He reasoned that she'd probably open up more once food arrived, that usually got him chatty. Smiling gently as he started, he decided some kindness was needed, "That sounds pretty cool Kendra. Sounds like work worth doing, especially with the bad press we tend to get. Since I've gotten here I'm starting to learn just how out of whack the news is here." Shrugging as he continued, "I mean, it wasn't great back home but here, it's almost like propaganda."
He'd have loved to continue, but the drunk kids in the corner kept getting louder. The one who'd acted so cocky earlier was getting riled up over something. Most of what he was saying was unintelligible to Artair, the lads accent and drunken state blurring the words into nothing. His tone, however, was clearly angry and his friends where obviously failing to shut him up. With everything that had happened tonight, his already frayed temper was already worn thin. Turning to let the little wazzock to shut up, he was greeted by the kid staring daggers straight at him. OK, now it made sense. The kid was jealous. Grinning and winking at him, he turned back to the conversation. So maybe Daydream had rubbed of on him.
Posted by Daydream on Apr 14, 2017 15:53:48 GMT -6
S.U.P.E.R.
S.U.P.E.R. Agent
Daydream
Purple
Bisexual
It's complicated
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Jul 8, 2023 21:37:24 GMT -6
Melody
Kendra sat there intently sipping her coffee. The warm soothing richness of it calmed her some. She kind of felt like that kid Tweek on South Park. She was always drinking coffee, always nervous as a bird in certain situations. The conversation was going ok. Nothing really to be nervous about and gradually; little by little she did allow herself to relax a bit more. Though eye contact was still out of the window. She found herself looking here or there, finding things to focus on as she listened. The cup in her hands. One of the cooks yelling something to someone in a back room. The kids at the other table, who seemed to be getting rowdy.
Kendra's eyes shifted over to the roughhousing. When she looked over she saw one of the teenagers give her a slight 'what's up' head nod. Her eyes darted away quickly as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She wasn't used to being noticed. Not really. She was always the sort of person who just faded into the background and blended in with her surroundings. She wasn't particularly stand out in anyway. She was pretty, but she didn't think so. She was often so mousy and quiet that people just didn't notice her. Hard not to notice a bombshell walking into a diner at near 3 in the morning when you've had a few drinks in you though.
Kendra allowed her gaze to settle back on Artair. She took him in. She took in the kind curious eyes, that seemed to be studying her. She noted the bright shade of his hair that somewhat mimicked her own. The way his face lit up whenever he spoke about his home. His posture his sudden tonal shift in attitude. She noticed all these things as they sat there conversing. "Georgia's not my home.." She said softly. It was true. She was from there, but she loathed it. For a time she had considered a life there, but the wanderlust was to great. When she got evicted from her apartment that was the last straw. She left for New York and she couldn't say she honestly had any intentions of going back.
For her Georgia was the place where every bad thing that ever happened to her happened. She had no love for it. It was just a place. She didn't have that one thing in her life that she loved so absolutely and so deeply. Nothing that connected her. She was purposeless. She had her photography, and she still emailed her photos to the magazine back in Georgia, but that was the extent of her connection to it. All she remembered about Georgia was being terrorized. She was terrorized by her drunken father who blamed her for her mother's death. She had been terrorized by mutant bigotry that was a little stronger and more oppressive in the south. Georgia was a state trying to come up with answers for the mutant existence and found none. There were some good people there trying to set things right like her magazine she worked for, but the overwhelming majority had been hatred.
Before she could speak again the waitress came back and set down two plates in front of them. The plate in front of her had a stack of pancakes and a few strips of bacon, with some eggs on the side. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until the food was sitting in front of her. Kendra picked up her fork and began to slice into the egg. It was sunny side up so the yoke bled into the the pancake syrup. She liked her eggs a little syrupy. All apprehension was gone once the food arrived. Slipping the first bite between her lips she glanced over. She was about to ask Artair what he thought about New York as a place for mutants opposed to other places; when her wandering gaze caught sight some of the rowdy teens making their way over to their table. "Hey you got something to say to me man?!?!?" The apparent leader of the group arrogantly shouted across the diner as he strolled over with a confident swagger.
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Those words spoke volumes.She had a reason to despise what used to be her home and Artair could relate. Something must of happened to her while she was there. A family death, abuse or something else had created a negative association with the place. He knew this was careful ground to tread, he'd felt that way himself for a time. After the accident everything around him had been a harsh reminder of what he'd lost, what was missing from his life. For years after he had hated Kirkwall, hated Orkney and everything it stood for. He'd even despised the Gaelic part of himself, it constantly reminding him of his fathers soft voice and manner. Long years of the peaceful influence of his island had seeped back in though and he was forever glad it had. Kirkwall was his home and nothing could take that away. Not now.
That however was him. Others didn't want to or couldn't reconcile their pain that was so closely tied to an area. He couldn't blame them either, it was just the way things worked sometimes. Tactfully choosing not to inquire further, he instead waited for the food that was coming, trying to tune out the increasing loud noises from the corner. The noise and constant smell of scotch had worked a nasty headache in which did wonders for his mood. He Just needed to hold out though, food was on it's way. Just the thought of those pancakes made his mouth water.
Apparently they hadn't needed to wait long, with their food coming out all at once. God the smells were mouth watering, bacon and eggs mixed with the scent of syrupy pancakes. One of the main reasons he loved the place was how cheap and plentiful the food was. He didn't care that Americans couldn't do bacon to save their lives, they were kings when it came to pancakes. There wasn't even a contest to him, american pancakes were just better in every way. Taking a big mouthful and washing it down with his coffee, he reveled in the flavour, all thoughts of conversation gone with food on the table. So of course, considering his night so far, trouble had to start.
Artair had been too absorbed in his food he hadn't heard the kid approaching, only paying attention when he heard the slurred shout directed at him. Of course the lad wanted to try something, his pride was already in tatters from his friends teasing and his confidence was at an all time high considering how drunk he was. As he looked up, he could see Kendra was fairly uncomfortable already and if the situation escalated, his chance at answer was shot. Time to shut this down hard then, he could play a role if need be. It was one he was intimately familiar with. Standing up and moving to stop the kid from getting to his table, he was glad he was a wee bit taller than average. Sure he didn't tower over the teenager, but he had more than a few inches on him. Eyeing him up before talking, he also noted how skinny the lad was, he wasn't a harden fighter, just a drunk idiot.
"OK lad, clearly you think you're invincible right now, with your little friends behind you, you think you can easily just intimidate me." Artair stepped right into the kids personal space, fast enough to shock him back a foot. Thickening his accent and giving him his best 'Don't f--- with me look' he added "Starting a fight would be a terrible way for you to end the night. How do you think the cops will react to a bunch of drunk teenagers harassing a couple of innocent people." This was the fun bit, as he leaned in to growl the last bit of his message into the kids ear. "You start something, you try pull that knife ya fingering in ya pocket and you will finish tonight in the hospital. Or the morgue." Leaning back up, he stared straight through the kid, as if he wasn't a threat. "So, do we have a problem?"
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Kendra sat there. She watched the scene unfolding before her and she knew this could only end badly. There were more of them and they were all riled up. Liquid courage egging on false bravado. It was a beautifully nasty cocktail of testosterone and bolstered pride. Not to mention, there was pretty girl involved. Wars have been fought for a whole lot less. Sometimes people didn't need a reason to fight. It was just in their nature to be savage to their fellow man.
Kendra shrunk down in her seat. She had no way to help. She was at best a distraction and one that could get Artair hurt so she opted for silence. Kendra's big brown eyes glued to the confrontation. She was waiting with gilded breathe. She could feel her heart beating. She could feel the pulse in the tips of her fingers. Her mouth was dry and the thudding in her ears was the sound of heart racing. This was going to be a disaster. Don't do it. She cried out in her mind. She didn't want Artair to do something that would get himself hurt. For a moment she had forgot about his mutation. It hadn't even crossed her mind yet. Everything was happening in fast forward. She wanted to scream, but she didn't.
The man standing behind the counter said nothing. The man who had looked at Kendra as if she were a plate of leftovers stared at the confrontation with only mild interest. This was New York. Most people didn't but their noses in unless they had to. Maybe he was bored and thought a fight would be entertainment. Whatever his reason he simply stood there and watched. Kendra's eyes darted to him for a brief moment. Her accusasational look screaming 'Do something! Call the police!' When she realized he would do nothing, her eyes darted back to the stand off.
The kid didn't back down. He actually took a step forward. "Yeah. We might have a problem." He said with a growing confidence. Artair's words did little to dissuade him. Though, his friends were looking less confident now. "Jimmy man just come on less get out of here." One of them said. Jimmy backed him down with a wave of his hand. In his drunken mind he thought this would impress the stunning red head. He thought that he could actually win the girl by showing how tough he was. He was a whirlwind of bad and looking to make a mistake. "How about you walk away, and I'll get to know you're little friend over there? Maybe, you'll get to walk out of here." He said. His breath stunk of cheap beer and nachos. He was smiling. A false sense of security washed over him like a cool blanket.
Kendra noticed the kid's hand slipped into his pocket. She realize how bad the situation actually was about to become. The kid did have a knife. In a few moments he was going to pull the knife from his pocket nd bury it into Artair's neck. A stupid moment when tempers were high. A moment that would cost this kid the rest of his life in prison, but young men don't think about such things when they're trying to prove how tough they were. They were all moments away from something horrible.
Kendra watched the scene unfold in her head. She watched Artair stumble backwards and fall into the booth. The warm crimson staining his already stained shirt. The sick gurgling sounds as he tried to utter something she couldn't quite make out. She watched in horror as his bloody hand reached out for her, but she had no idea how to help she only cried at the horrendous sight and screamed her head off. Kendra looked up to see the kids running away and the man behind the counter finally decide to call the police. It would be too late. Kendra's eyes snapped to attention when she heard shouting. "Do something!" The kid screamed as he shoved Artair. It was all a daydream. She had watched that horrible, horrible act of violence and it had all been just a daydream.
"Art." She called out softly. There was obvious terror in her voice. She saw how this could go in her head. Her eyes nervously moved to the hand resting in the pocket of his jacket. He was obviously holding something. This was a powder keg of explosive elements. She could do nothing but watch from her spot in the booth. The pale glow of the blue lighting gave an ominous foreboding and made everyone in the confrontation look like corpses to her. They were all one bad mistake away from that being very true.
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Artairs' anger had been at a constant rumble for much of the night. He'd never been good at controlling it, of keeping it from boiling over into rage. Sure, he had learned to deal with it better over the years, channeling it into productive places. Recovery, studying, training, all of it had been possible thanks to the fire that burned inside him. Rage got a bad reputation in his eyes. Unrestrained it was destructive and dangerous, but harness it, channel it and it could build worlds. Anger had toppled dictators and ended empires, ripped freedom from slavery and pulled victory from defeat. It could do all that, but Artair's anger was none of it. It was just rage. Pure, burning rage and it was all directed on one person.
This person, this kid had just undone all the work he'd put in to making Kendra feel less nervous. He was getting so close to her opening up and him being able to get through to her. But this kid had decided that a bonnie face was worth spilling blood over. Just as his anger built up to a fever pitch, his mind pulling an image into reality, he heard the terrified voice behind him. It crystallised his anger, turning it cold, harsh and logical. The kid lunged forwards at him while time seemed to slow. Quickly stepping back for room and dropping into stance he pulled the shield into the world.
Bouncing the drunken idiot of the simmering construct, he quickly slammed it straight into his face, bulling him over onto the ground. Stepping up and stomping on the kids hand, he got him to drop the weapon he'd been reaching for. Christ it was a switch blade. Artair was irritated by the fact the moron hadn't even gone at him with a real knife. Sliding it away and increasing the pressure he was exerting with the shield, he turned to the idiots friends. In a low, menacing tone he started with, "Do we have a problem gents?" Whatever loyalty they had for their friend clearly didn't extend far since they'd already backed as far up as they could in the small diner.
"N...No, p..p..please don't hurt him. He's drunk and doin sumfin stupid. Please his mom'd kill us." At least someone had some sense. Probably more than he had at the moment if he was being honest. The urge to hurt this drunken idiot was overriding. The kid had tried to stab over a bruised ego. He needed a painful lesson to remember this, remember what would happen when he f----- with the wrong person. Halfway to pulling out a proper knife, the looks on the faces of the friends shocked him. They were in sheer terror, of him. "Take him and get the f--- out. Last warning."
Scattering the shield and letting the kids friends drag him away before his shocked mind registered what had happened, Artair sat down hard, not able to look at anyone. Twice, twice he had done this. Twice he had failed his oath. The words 'Do no harm' rang hollow in his ears. "I'm sorry lass. Sorry you saw that." If she was horrified by what he'd nearly done, he wouldn't blame her. She couldn't be more disgusted with him than he was with himself. He'd crossed a line, one he could come back from and he knew it. How could he be a doctor if this is what he really was? A thug, a killer in the making. He'd tried to take the moral high ground with Kendra, tried to get her so see the consequences and he was just as bad. No, he wasn't as bad as her. He was worse.
Sighing, he turned and brought his gaze to meet hers. "That's why we have to be better than them, Kendra. Because when we're not," gesturing sharply at the floor and the discarded knife, "that happens." Rather than continue he just sat, sipping at his coffee, his appetite now gone.
As the kids scattered the room fell quiet. "Police are on the way." The man behind the counter said. Kendra didn't really want to talk to the police. She wanted to forget that this had happened, and the fact Artair had used his power meant talking to the police was probably not the best idea. She sat there. For the longest time she didn't say a word. She was somewhat in a state of shock.
Reaching slowly across the table she took his hand. It was shaking a little. She thought it might be from fear or nerves, but the likely culprit was rage. Kendra didn't know about the fiery beast that lived deep down in Artair. She had caught glimpse of it when he chastised her for her childish games, but he was restrained. She hadn't witnessed the full extent of his anger. Still, it was incredibly restrained all things considered. He could have materialized a sword and rammed it through the kids chest but he didn't. He took a more defensive stance than a offensive one. He was trying to keep the peace. After a moment Kendra realized it wasn't his hand that was the one shaking. It had been hers. Pulling her hand away she realized she was more than just a little rattled.
"You....ok?" She finally asked. It was a stupid question. She couldn't imagine what he was going through. She didn't know the inner turmoil he was quietly torturing himself with. All she knew was that he had stood up to couple of punks looking to cause trouble. That didn't make him a monster in her eyes, it made him hero. "Maybe we should get outta here." She said softly. Kendra's hair was hanging in her face. She was staring aat him through strands of fire. He looked worse in this lighting. The shellshocked expression on his face combined with the pale lighting made him look sickly. Though, he just sat there sipping his coffee.
Kendra was about to say something else when the waitress came back. She boxed up their plates without saying a word. Her grumpy attitude was all but gone in fact she had a nervous smile on her middle aged face. She was looking mostly at Artair. She slide his food into a 'to go' container and did the same for Kendra's "Don't worry about the check dear. My boss called the police you guys should get out of here." The waitress touched Artair's hand. When she touched his hand the waitress's hand emitted a soft green glow. She's a mutant? Kendra thought as her eyes went wide. What was she doing to Artair?
The sound of sirens could already be heard. The manager had mentioned there was a fight in his diner that involved mutants. That always made the police response time a little quicker. Kendra stood up from the booth and grabbed the food. "Come on we gotta go!" She cried. She cast glance back to the manager and he was giving them both a hateful look now. Apparently he didn't know he employed a mutant. The waitress had been careful to position her body and angle it so her boss couldn't see whatever it was to she did to Artair. Kendra thanked the waitress who offered her an apologetic smile. "Take care of him alright?" The waitress said. As Kendra's eyes moved back to Artair.
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Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 17, 2017 19:51:29 GMT -6
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He barely registered the touch on his hand, so deeply trapped in his own self pity. Bit by bit, he shut away his emotions, strangled them down to manageable levels. As he did, he could feel his hands getting still and finally realising someone was holding one. Looking up and seeing Kendra's concerned face brought his thoughts back into clarity, made him focus. Everything he had done tonight and she was still worried about him. She might be a bit childish and naive, but she was a good person, better than him at least. And she was afraid, if her shaking hands were any indication. By the time she pulled hers away, his had managed to stop. Hers hadn't.
Her question prompted an ironic smile. No he wasn't, not anymore. Wouldn't be alright for a long time. "No, no I'm not. But thank you." At least one major thing had been resolved here. As much as e respected Devon, he couldn't tell him about Kendra, not after tonight. She deserved that freedom, that anonymity. She'd earned it in his eyes. Nodding at her suggestion, he turned to go when their waitress came back, boxed up their food and addressed Kendra, reassuring the shocked girl. She was right as well, police was the last thing he needed right now but before he could get up, she gently took his hand. Artair nearly freaked out when her hand started to glow, but the effects became apparent very quickly. Somehow, she was draining away his anger, calming the raging sea locked inside him.
All the time she was doing, whatever, to him, she hid it from the manager who he could now see was starting at him with hatred. She was risking her job for him and he had no idea why. As she finished she stepped away, letting them stand and recover their food she even asked Kendra to look after him. With Kendra rushing towards the exit, he threw all cash he had in his wallet and nodded at the waitress, "Thank you, for everything," before rushing after his companion.
Leading her through a back alley and out into a different street, everything was in perfect clarity. The waitress and done something he had struggled with for his entire life. She had gotten rid of his anger. "Follow my lead, try to be casual and if push comes to shove, just stare at me, OK?" He mapped out a route in his head, the one least likely for the police to follow and set off, keeping to a pace Kendra could follow. Once they'd gained enough ground to be just one of the faceless crowd, he slowed to a stop, out of the way of the street view. "I think its best if you got back to the mansion. They'll be on the look out for two red heads together, best not make it easy for them."
Sighing, he knew he couldn't sleep tonight. With how focused he was, how clear everything finally looked, he was going to spend the night thinking, sorting things out in his head. Pulling out a scrap of paper and pen, he rapidly scrawled down his number. "Here," he started offering it to Kendra, "I'm pretty much a night owl nowadays lass, if you're bored or lonely at night, I'll probably be free." He didn't expect her to take it. If he had been in her position, he'd have bolted way sooner. But it felt like the right thing to offer, for some reason. "Or if you need help with anything. Who knows, maybe next time I'll tell you how I got the scars." The joke seemed rather out of place after the evenings events.