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.
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One minute her mind was wandering, the next she had snapped to attention. Being at the mansion didn't often give anyone a chance to be bored, and if it did it rarely lasted for longer than a few minutes. In this case, Sam falling off of the wall was what grabbed her attention back from whichever cloud it had drifted off on. If Martin had also been daydreaming, she didn't notice his parallel snap back to the real world.
The ice manipulator's feet vanished over the edge, and when Katrina leaned over to look down she saw him scooting around on the ground. This behavior was puzzling to be certain, but she didn't have long to dwell on it as Martin quickly followed Sam off the edge, a good deal more gracefully and a great deal more purposefully.
Bruno came over to ensure his owner was alright with a healthy helping of healing saliva. Martin pet the dog, then almost patted Sam. He let his gloved hand hover over his head as if he had meant to offer it as a support for the other man to use while regaining his feet. Boys, she decided, were weird sometimes; first the dog-like scooting, then the almost-patting. Was she missing some dog joke of some kind?
“Are you okay,” Katrina called down to the self defense teacher, her voice full of concern. He could have broken his back or his tail bone, falling like that. He probably hadn't, considering he wasn't acting like he was in much pain, but she still worried.
Now was probably a good time for her to come down from the wall as well. She tucked her book under her arm and made her way carefully over to the tree where she scrambled down, using the oaken limbs as a pseudo-stairway. Walking over to Sam, she circled him once, clicking her tongue. Sam seemed to be just as healthy as normal.
“What are we going to do with you? Perhaps you should go see DocProf just in case. Even if you didn't break anything, you could see if he has a special tonic that prevents falling off of walls.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 22, 2009 13:07:46 GMT -6
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Nodding his head slightly to Martin who decided to show Sam up with a more graceful landing Sam nodded appreciatively, ”Yeah, think I just bruised my tail bone, nothing to bad…” his attention was brought up to Katrina still on the wall calling out with a somewhat concerned call, ”Yeah, I’m fine the ground broke my fall!” he said with a playful grin on his face as he looked over to Martin and gave out a small chuckle. Watching Katrina climb over to the oak tree where his dog and cat were once sleeping. As she climbed down and walked towards them Sam nodded slightly and said, ”It might not be a bad idea to introduce Martin to Doc, if Martin is as accident prone as I am it is likely he will be seeing a lot of the Doc anyways.”
Letting out a small laugh as Sam put an arm around Bruno to help upright himself Sam smiled to the Martin and Kat and said, ”Katrina would probably be better at giving you a tour than I would, think she has been here a bit longer than me.” flashing Katrina a small wink Sam pointed Bruno to the house and said, ”Doc!” Bruno leaned forward in a playful bow as his tail started wagging about and let out a few playful barks followed by an innocent growl.
His eyes trailed down to Cammie who was currently sniffing Martin and then Katrina as she waved in-between both their legs purring loudly for attention. ”Right, it’s this way…” said Sam as he pointed to the mansion and made fro the front entrance.
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Once inside the building Sam looked to Katrina and said, ”If you could take Martin to meet Doc, I’ll grab the paperwork needed for him to fill out and meet you both there.” Sam turned to Bruno and said, ”Go see Doc!” and once again the dog let out a loud bark and trailed down the hallway to the infirmary.
Turning heel Sam headed off to his office to gather up the paperwork that was needed for Martin so he could not only get a job but if he so chose get a room at the mansion.
Posted by Martin Stein on Aug 25, 2009 15:57:01 GMT -6
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It seemed that Sam was slowly coming to his senses again, for he stopped the ridiculous wiggling and instead focused on talking to the people about him. Yet he seemed to have misinterpreted something. He was not about to go see their Doctor anytime soon. On the other hand... meeting the Doctor that resided at this mansion might be interesting. And of course a resident doctor offered certain advantages. Strategical advantages. He would see what happened. See where this infirmary was. It would tell him a lot about the ideas of the architect that constructed this mansion. “It is more like you are lucky that you did not break the ground with your fall.” He retorted to Sam, who was just about getting to his feet, when he turned around to see Katrina moving down the tree much like a squirrel. Being young sure had its advantages. And he did not only mean her climbing. Sam's shrugging off of the visit to the doctor.... This guy sure was something. And obviously accident prone. Not that he was old. Looked old at least. “Did you sever any limbs lately?” He casually asked Sam, yet maintained a cool air of dignity around himself that only made the statement sound more... off. Now he was taking advantage of his own privileges. And he liked being young sometimes.
He then nodded to Katrina with a friendly smile, while logic returned to the foremost place in his mind. This was so refreshing. He was almost... loosening up already. Stop Martin. That would be b a d. What would his new workplace hold in store for him? Would there be any surprises? Of course there would be. And of course he was quite intent on not being surprised after a short time any more. Learning as much as possible in a short time. What else was he made for? After making his entrance -covering the slight limp that had made his way into his walk only halfway- to the Mansion he first stood in awe for a few moments experiencing his first surprise inside the building. This sure was a very nice place. Impressing. And the entrance hall was surely build to do so by a skilled worker.
At the sound to Sam's voice his attention returned to him with a gaze of his eyes. He did not like to hear of this continuous paperwork, but if it had to happen.... And then there still was the dog Bruno, who knew his way around the mansion much better then the newest arrival. Turning away from it, he beamed at the hallways -wooden casings... they could almost make him wonder what was behind them, but he dismissed the thought as foolish notion of a child's mind- and then looked for his female guide. “Do your tours usually start at the infirmary?” He asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.
It became a sing song chant in Katrina's head as they made their way into the house and turned down the hallway toward the infirmiry. Things were getting friendly and comfortable between Sam and Martin as they joked back and forth. Either that, or a rivalry had started right under her nose. Katrina was not an expert at males. Sometimes when it looked like they liked each other they didn't, and when it looked like they hated each other they were best friends. Their version of an apology could be a punch to the jaw, a grunt could have any of a dozen different meanings depending on the context, and a head nod meant hello. At least, she thought that was how it went. She could be getting it terribly wrong.
Martin was admiring the walls, and Katrina almost felt like she should have a long list of historical facts about the mansion to read from. These panels once slid back to reveal secret compartments used for the underground railway... Or something like that. She didn't actually know much about the school's history other than it was legendary for sustaining massive amounts of damage every couple of seasons. Talk around the school was that they were long overdue for someone's power to malfunction and blow up the west wing or something.
“Do your tours usually start at the infirmary?”
Katrina shook her head in answer to his question. “Actually, no. I usually start with the kitchen.” Why? Because that's where the snacks were. Growing mutants were always hungry, especially ones that had been out on the streets, or had run away from home. Not to mention Katrina was a growing mutant, too.
“Most of the stuff in the mansion you won't need. The really important stuff to know how to find are the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the infirmary, in case of emergencies.” All kinds of emergencies. “I supposed that the infirmary is a good place to start today since we have need of it, sort of.”
Katrina poked her head in through the open doorway to spot DocProf cleaning some tools over by the sink.
“Hi Doc!” she greeted him cheerfully. To Martin she added, “the first time I came here I got poisoned.” After she arrived, mind you. She had been in perfect health before she had walked through the door. This fact was also shared with a cheery voice.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 27, 2009 12:43:42 GMT -6
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The door was of coarse unlocked as well it should be seeing he had four other people moving in and out working in there something he will eventually fix seeing as the room wasn’t as big as it used to be seeing as four people in one office with two desks didn’t add up exactly right. As he walked to his desk Cammie slinked in through the open door and pounced on his desk only to swat at Sam’s head as he ducked down to look for the files in his desk. ” Hold on a second Cammie…” Sam said swatting back. It took him a moment but after grabbing the new resident sheet and the application for employment Sam scooped up the Cammie and kissed her on the nose as she continued to purr then he set her down and said, ”Let’s go see Bruno and the others sound good?”
As he was answered with a loud meow Sam and Cammie both made there way down to the infirmary to greet Doc, his walking slightly slower and more of a limp than anything else due to his tailbone from hurting. It took him a few minutes to get there but when he did he greeted everyone with a big smile and a wave of the two applications in Martin’s direction. Limping over to Martin and handing him the papers Sam smiled and said, ”This one is for employment while this one is for mansion residency if you want free room and board here, we’ll still pay you and everything it is just you’ll be living here for free if you should want.” smiling to Martin he looked to Katrina and then to Doc who now was crouched over and petting Bruno.
“Sam what did I tell you about bringing this big lovable oaf in here? And on another note your tailbone bruised again? It wasn’t another one of those god awful Danger Room sessions was it?”
His eyebrow’s raised in a surprised look but then again he should know better than to be surprised when it was an injury in the Doc’s presence, he somehow always seemed to know exactly what was wrong just by the way he was carrying himself into the infirmary, ”Not all Danger Room sessions end up with me in here…” said Sam trying his best to sound convincing as possible, ”It happened when we were people watching, right?” he looked from Martin then to Katrina for reassurance, ”I just fell of the main wall and landed on my butt…” Looking down at the ground Sam watched as Cammie ran between Sam’s legs over to Katrina and started purring expectantly all the while rubbing up against her legs.
”Any who, Doc this is Martin, he is new here and is looking to become our gardener!” Sam pointed to Martin and then continued, ”So you think you could fix me up?”
Posted by Martin Stein on Aug 27, 2009 15:08:38 GMT -6
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Katrina's explanations were met with smiles and added “Uhms” and “Mhhs” to show that he was listening to her. It were those small bits that made a conversation flow better, though this one was a one sided one. Unquestionably he was listening to her. Or rather he wasn't. She was the one showing him around. And he was the one seeing. Seeing new hallways. Some of them empty. Surprisingly a greater number of them filled with life, as students or residents, most of them both obviously, scurried about their daily business. It was another instance of people watching. The people here were a diverse lot indeed, as some of them carried alien, or rather animal, features, others moved about in flashy ways. It seemed generally accepted here for even the youngest ones to do what they were able to. His mouth became dry. Maybe they were true indeed. But he would still watch a while first. His eyes took on a wandering characteristic, as he gazed into the wonders of the ways this place held. A part of him wanted to open a door and see where it might lead to, which wonders were hidden here in places where there was no plain sight. But then the words came out of Katrina's mouth. His slackened shoulders straightened. His fists tightened. Poisoned? A little girl was poisoned? A last “Uhm” died in his throat and became a cough.
Blink. He was in an infirmary quite obviously. At least that was the thought he connoted with hospital bedding and fatherly men in white gowns. And syringes, the light smell of disinfectant, bandages. It was all here.
Blink. Silence, Dumbfounded silence.
“Poisoned?”
He sounded dry. Inhumanly dry. Detached. He wasn't. In his mind the questions rolled around like little coins that had been flipped. How did a little girl get poisoned. She sure doesn't look like the type who tries drinking moms detergents in the colorful bottles. What am I missing here? Whats the reason? Heads or tails? He turned to the figure in white. “I strained my ankle a little during a high fall. If you could just give me a bandage? It would be sufficient.” The middle sentence was more a statement then a question. The whole set of statements was given rather dryly, for neither did Martin want to get touched by the Doctor, nor did he want to dwell any more time then necessary on himself. Katrina was the important person he would have to focus on now. But going by the mix of irritation and concern on the face of the white clad Samaritan, he was not quite used to his patients ordering him around. Still he pulled out one of the innumerable drawers on the room to reveal many different kinds of the requested object and, while Martin removed any hindrance to the pending operation from his foot, chose one white plain strip of cloth and handed it over. Martin, upon receiving the desired object with a still gloved hand, started patching up his ankle, while looking at Katrina, hands wandering about their business seemingly on their own.
Further discussion about himself or poison was interrupted by the arrival of Sam (and a Cat who started toying with the Dog but only minutes later), who handed him the appropriate forms. And an additional one for residency. Interesting. Free of charge. Sounded good. He would fill out the forms and then delay his arrival at the Mansion until he had worked there for a while he decided. Until he could be sure.
“Sam what did I tell you about bringing this big lovable oaf in here? And on another note your tailbone bruised again? It wasn’t another one of those god awful Danger Room sessions was it?”
The Doctor focused his mind away from the new arrival -though taking obvious note of his new coworkers bad manners, who tried to redeem himself with a curteous nod upon hearing his name called. A futile attempt for now.- and started scurrying about Sam with an air of practiced ease instead. And he made sure that he took a firm grip at some of the points that would hurt.
Martin meanwhile was finished patching himself up and returned sock and shoe to their original place. As he saw Sam's searching look he shot him something that could be considered a mean smile. Yet his eyes spoke of the fact that he carried some sympathy for him. Bad luck was an illusion, but this guy surely had a hard job. “Fixing you up after your pointless brawls is my job, is it not?” Retorted the Doctor and instead of placing a bandage or a cool pack, he just moved his hand into the place of the injured muscle and a soft, golden light started emanating from them. Martin raised an eyebrow. So not even the doctor was normal here. Mental note: Well stocked infirmary and healing ability with the doctor. This place could probably survive a war.
Poor DocProf. He'd been having a fairly good day, very uneventful which was quite relaxing for the day. He had already scrubbed the place from floor to ceiling and was finishing by sterilizing his tools a second time when the visitors arrived. First, Katrina, whom he had a certain fondness for, but whom was currently exaggerating a story to make it almost sound as if he had poisoned her instead of healing her from the poison. The newcomer wasn't the only one to nearly choke with surprise at her words.
“Now, Katrina, you can't just tell that out of context. You'll have to give him the whole story now you know, or he'll start thinking I can't properly care for my patients.”
The young girl looked down at her feet, “Yes, sir. I'll tell it properly.”
Then the new comer the young girl brought with him asked for bandages without even allowing him to do his usual check to see what he'd injured and how he'd done it. Certainly, he'd provided a verbal explanation, but how was he to know that the patient hadn't any injuries of which he was unaware. It went against his personal code to let patients leave without insuring that they were healthy himself.
The doctor handed over the requested bandages with a small frown of concern, “Here you go young man. If your ankle gives you any trouble remember 'RICE': rest, ice, compression, elevation. If it still is bothering you, make sure to come back here.”
Those two thing he could have taken, but then the third member of the group appeared; a man he saw too much of. It wasn't that the ice manipulator was unpleasant company, but that the boy took such poor care of his body, allowing the students and other x-men to batter and bruise him nearly constantly. He also brought with him his dog, who had obviously just been outside. Dogs were not sanitary creatures, and did not belong in a clinic. He respectfully patted the creature's head, for he liked dogs well enough provided they stayed outside of his little office.
“Sam what did I tell you about bringing this big lovable oaf in here? And on another note your tailbone bruised again? It wasn’t another one of those god awful Danger Room sessions was it?” Some of his irritation made itself clear in those statements.
Sam made the usual excuses, and DocProf used his ability to set him right again like the king's men could never do. And there was a cat in here, twining around the little blonde girl's legs. The doctor, despite his current feelings towards having animals in his nice clean infirmary, still had a soft spot for this particular cat. The first time she had been here she had nearly been frozen to death and he and Ghost had helped her get back on her feet. --
It looked to Katrina like they had pretty much finished their business in the infirmary. Martin had his papers he was supposed to fill out, but he needed a place to sit and do it. The perfect place for that would be either the library, which was nice and quiet considering there were no classes in session right now, or the kitchen where they could all have a snack while they waited. Her tummy voted for the kitchen.
“Well, that's the infirmary. If you'll follow me I'll show you the kitchen and I'll tell you the story about the poisoning on the way,” she glanced back at the Doc and gave him a wink that was not nearly as incognito as winks are usually supposed to be.
“So, there was this new girl that Calley found. Or rather, he crashed his car into hers by accident. There was a cat in the road, you see. Anyway, he brought the girl, called Dryad, here so she could get healed. I went to go see Calley in the infirmary to make sure he was alright as soon as I heard, and this new girl started freaking out and turned into a belladonna (not to be confused with a prima donna, of course)! And then she tried to run past me, but she was leaking poisonous juice all over the place and some of it got in my mouth. The room started spinning all over the place, and I got super thirsty, but Slate wouldn't let me swallow any of the water he gave me. Then, the next thing I knew it was the next morning and I was recovering on one of the infirmary beds.”
Katrina nodded with finality. That was how the story went. They were also at the kitchen now, in case they hadn't noticed.
“This is the kitchen, where my mom is the awesomest chef ever” with maybe an exception for Hans, who had been her butler-chef-friend growing up. “If you're ever hungry, this is the place to come. Want a snack?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 19, 2009 15:44:35 GMT -6
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He disliked Doc’s methods of healing sometimes especially when they invaded his more personal areas felling the hand hovering over the top of his rear and a warm tingling feeling he stepped forward slightly to turn and thank Doc with a small nod. Turning to Martin and Kat with a smile on his face Sam said, ”Kitchen sounds like a good place to continue, where the food is free and always stocked… well mostly.” Sam and his brother Dom had once had a feast which forced not only Kat’s mom but himself and Dom and three other members of the mansion to go to the grocery store. That was one of the only times that the mansion had actually run out of food.
Watching as Kat winked to Doc and then exited the infirmary as she had told her story. Sam had heard several rumors around Kat being poisoned but all of them ended with her dying, and unless he was now in the company of a zombie those rumors had to be false, but there was always some truth to rumors, like Kat actually being poisoned.
As they entered the kitchen Sam looked around for the smell of eggs that was coming from the stove. Bruno and Cammie both ran into the kitchen Bruno drinking from the community dog bowl as Cammie hopped up on the counter to investigate small crumbs left over from someone who just finished making a mess. ”That’s no good…” Sam said as he walked over to the counter picking up a knife a fork and a plate that had some left over eggs. Walking them over to the kitchen sink Sam turned the water on and rinsed them off before putting them into the large dishwasher.
Once that was done Sam made his way towards the fridge, ”Snacks are good… anyone want a sandwich?” Sam said casually as he pulled out some lettuce, tomatoes, bread, pickles, cheese and a few meats. He didn’t know how much he would need but if Martin or Kat wanted one he would be more than willing to make one.
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 20, 2009 12:25:28 GMT -6
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The doctors supposedly helpful elaborations were not dwelt on by Martin. He just gave off a grumbling noise that could have been a “Thank you, will do.” Not that he would, and he suspected the doctor knew as well. It would take more then an ankle to get him to the doctors, even when this doctor was doing what? He turned away to spare Sam the displeasure of having him seen in a rather strange pose. Well he had been seen, but not for long. Maybe that counted. He started moving about, behind his small companion as soon as she suggested it. His eyes rested on Katrina, absorbed her motions, her notions about accidents involving mutants. He searched in her voice for some hint of deception, in her head for a hidden agenda. It was a little bit.... careful indeed. And he found that her story held the right amount of plausibility, insecurity, stupidity, to be just the normal freak accident that happened around this house. Or rather, he recorded it as his first tale of accidents that happened with mutants around this house. Not counting of course falling-from-walls-Sam. He had managed to get himself injured without ever using a power. Right? “If I may ask, who is Calley?” He supposed it was another student, but it was better to ask, yes? Also he was puzzled by the amount of names pressed on him in so few sentences. He really wanted to write them down, but ere he could, he noticed, they had escaped his minds grasp and merrily flew around the room.
And soon they reached another vital area of a building housing so many youths. The kitchen. A place where different flavors lay in the air, a faint hint of cleaner was about to be caught by nostrils. And where some probably teenaged member of the giant household had left part of their meal behind. The iceman's remark was shortly mused upon. No good? Well the eggs still looked good. Except that someone had taken a good bite out of them. “How do you usually manage to clean up?” If there were many teenagers there was much mess, yes? This was, where the young girls mother worked. Noted. He went over the cooking gear. Not that he knew anything about cooking gear, but he tired to look interested enough to warrant his comment. “Your mother must indeed be a fine chef.” He then turned to the mutant chef. Sam's talents were diverse indeed. And maybe he should test one of those sandwiches. Thy looked delicious even in their raw form. “I would like one. Just make me something you like please.”
Posted by Katrina on Sept 23, 2009 10:13:15 GMT -6
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“I'll have a salami sandwich with mustard and pickles. Thanks,” the young teen responded to Sam's offer to be sandwich chef. If he was offering, there was no way she'd turn down a sandwich. And a juice box. Or three. There were a whole bunch in the fridge. There was soda as well, but juice boxes were not only more tasty they came with their own straw. That was hard to beat.
She set the three juice boxes on the table and settled herself on one of the stools where she could watch Sam work his magic on the sandwich fixings, then turned to Martin again. “Calley is...”
She was about to launch into a long explanation that would no doubt fail to convey the exact magnitude of the awesomeness that was her friend when someone else walked into the kitchen.
It was her mother.
“...a friend,” Katrina finished lamely. “So, mom. This is Martin he's going to be the new gardener probably. Martin, this is my mom Claire.”
Claire smiled politely at Martin by way of greeting, but she didn't have time for a whole slew of pleasantries.
“Katrina, I've been looking for you.” Uh oh. “I need to pick up some groceries and I could use some help. Would you like to come?” Her mother's tone of voice implied that there was only one correct answer to that question.
She should have stayed up on top of the wall. Her mother never would have found her there. Coming to the kitchen, that had been her mistake. Katrina smiled a half smile that was more like a grimace. It meant I don't really want to, but I will if I have to.
“Sure,” the teen reluctantly gave in. It was better to admit defeat now before things got ugly. Katrina slid off her stool and gave a reluctant wave to her two companions. “I guess I'll take a rain check on that sandwich Sam. Nice to meet you Martin; see you around.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 26, 2009 22:25:30 GMT -6
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Three sandwiches became two sandwiches as soon as Kat’s mother mentioned she was going grocery shopping, even though he never had a ton of memories about his childhood the feeling of the look that Kat just received from her mother said it all. Sure enough Kat was asked to tag along to the grocery store and sure enough the mother didn’t have to say much of anything to get Kat to tag along. Sam waved to Clare and Kat as they exited the kitchen, ”See you around Katrina, and I’ll make sure that Martin gets situated alright!”
It took him a few minutes but Sam managed to create Martin’s sandwich that mirrored his own in greatness and of ingredients, salt, pepper, garlic powder, onions, tomatoes, pickles, ham, mustard and a few layers of cheese, it was a bit much and the sandwich looked like it was about to bust out of the rye bread but Sam quickly cut it and lodged a toothpick in halves of the sandwiches, ”That should hold it…” said Sam as he poured himself and Martin a glass of milk.
Setting down the food and drinks Sam hoped that Martin got a jump start on the paper work so he could get them filed quickly as possible, once that was done the mansion would have a new Gardner, ”The kitchen takes a lot of work but if there is a mess the older kids are generally supposed to help out, sort of an unwritten rule here, over time you’ll come to know a few more unwritten rules, like your not supposed to use your powers to the point where they could potentially harm someone, or flush and set the seat down after using the bathroom, most of them are pretty common.” Sam smiled and shrugged and then asked just before he took a big bite out of his sandwich, ”So Martin any other questions?”
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 28, 2009 9:49:09 GMT -6
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Ah. His eyes lit up at the sight of Ms..... Claire. And held a slightly disappointed hint as she took her daughter and left with her without even saying hello to him. It might be that she was a busy chef indeed. His eyes flared up for a short moment as he thought. Of all those children needed to be fed of course. But still. His hands started drawing on the kitchen table... a motions Sam might very well know. Complex patterns began emerging in the movements as the dance continued. Slightly impolite. He noted. And he cared in this case. After all the cook was one of the most important people of a mansion. How easy it was to poison foor when the cook..... well lets not go there Martin. You can always think of ways to improve this place once you've figured out whether its real and good for you. After a fnal wave he turned around to Sam, eyes their normal coloring. The drawing had ceded. Instead his hands and eyes layed on the possibly biggest singular bit of bread he had been served in his entire lifetime. "Thank you very much." He took a small and careful bite. Chewed. The taste exploded on his tounge.
Gulp.
"Delicious." Another bite and swallowing followed. This time he ahd taken a bigger part of the sandwich. Maybe even a little much. He had to help it down the oesophagus with a good deal of milk and barely avoided breaking out in coughs. Slowly then should be better. So he nibbled on the sandwich while he filled out the forms under the curious eyes of Sam. Name: Martin Stein Birthplace...... The first hurdle came with the thing that was numbered Age: He put a twenty down. Just to be sure. But halt... Had he rearranged for his birthdate to be different then usual? He carefully scribbled around. Mutation was another interesting part. He just looked at Sam for a while. Seemed intent on finding something. Waiting. Silently. He put down "Dangerous Skin" Nothing more. Nothing less. He had told the truth. As far as he could trust them with it. And as far as he could remember.
He handed Sam the pieces of Paper. "No more questions." His tone was chipped. Harsh. His accent was coming through again. He waited. Then he left. Sam remained standing in an empty kitchen. With two sandwiches. One slightly eaten.
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As Martin filled out the resume and the forms needed to be a regular as the mansion staff Sam eyed the sandwich as Martin’s tone, both unexpected and unneeded stung Sam with surprise. Confused slightly as Martin made his way out of the room Sam debated going after him but thought better of it and took another bite of his sandwich and a tall drink of milk as he sat down.
Reading over the resume Sam spotted the lack of information on the mutation and the lack of information everywhere else. He frowned slightly; knowing little to nothing about his mutation was dangerous as is what’s more the lack of a birthday made things far more difficult to research who he just hired. Sighing slightly as he took another bite of his sandwich Sam figured for the time being he was just going to have to keep an eye on Martin or at least till he offered up a little more information about himself.