The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
He was here again; dark lit room only a few torches covering the old stonewall. No other light in the long winding tunnels. The smell of mold surrounded him as the moist floor caused his bare feet to slip making him land on all fours. He didn’t like this place it was always the same, a never-ending prison one that was small enclosed and underground. Standing up and trying to open his wings and failing do to the lack of room Carrick shuddered and started to run hoping that this nightmare would have a different ending. He could never wake up from this dream no matter how much he tried. It was always the same and despite the fact that he knew how this nightmare ended it still scared the hell out of him.
A low rumbling could be heard as Carrick hit a slippery hill that required him to use all fours to make any progress with the climb. His tail behind him uselessly as if it was trying to warn him of the incoming danger, the rumbling got louder and louder as the danger was approaching. His heart was racing now as panic touched his face it was coming it was coming! The ascension up the hill seemed to make some progress, as the dark corridor seemed to light with some light at the top the hill.
Carrick’s heart leapt for joy as he suddenly felt a hope he had never felt before, he could make it this time, and this time was different from all the others. Just as he came inches from reaching the top of the dark hill Carrick’s heart sank. The light had faded and the hill started to get longer and longer. No matter how hard he tried he could reach the fading light to his freedom from his underground prison. A loud growl could be heard from behind him. Turning his head Carrick screamed as a giant orange house cat bared its massive fangs at him. Despite how much he had climbed the cat behind him was only crouching in his direction.
Trying to climb higher Carrick didn’t think much about using his wings, as the area suddenly seemed to get bigger, he was too afraid. The 40-ton house cat hissed again and pounced.
Falling out of bed Carrick stopped screaming as his head slammed on the ground hard. The force wasn’t enough to permanent injury him just enough to remind him where he was exactly was. He blinked and looked around his darkly lit mansion room and up righted himself. Looking down to his legs Carrick sighed to see his body tangled in his bed sheets.
Five minutes and Carrick managed to free him self from his deadly bed sheets, however he did not go back to bed despite it being three in the morning and he having class in the morning. He couldn’t go back to sleep he was still too shaken up about the nightmare, which was the reason why he decided to go down stairs to get a very early morning snack.
Shirtless Carrick walked down the quite hallways trying to be quite as possible. It was for the most pat silent, every now and then when he passed a room he could hear a television airing the news or even better cops. Approaching the stairs Carrick opened his wings up and glided down to the main floor glad his wings still were able to move unlike in his dream when they were to immobilize with fear.
As he landed in the main hallway in front of a mirror Carrick looked at his skinny bare chest and frowned slightly. Still no bigger than he was when he showed at the mansion. He was still a runt; the only thing that made him stand out from the other runts was his family crest tattooed on the center of his chest. One of the few adult things his dad let him do when he was a bit younger. It hurt like hell but he was glad he got it. The tattoo meant he was his father’s son, which meant if people were smart they wouldn’t pick on him less they fear the wrath of one of the strongest telekentics on all of Ireland.
Running his hands through his hair he yawned and headed towards the kitchen trying to forget about his nightmare.
Due to his somewhat failure at what people called life. Alexander spent most times on his own, sleeping a lot during the day and staying up at night. That way he didn't have to spend to much time hanging around other people around the mansion. He was sitting in the living room, as his room often made him feel claustrophobic due to it not being that big. His latest piece of literature wasn't really a masterpiece written by one of the greatest authors in the world. L.A. Candy by Lauren Conrad was enough to make him entertained for a while, at least till he finished the book. He liked it, even though he wasn't a huge fan of reality TV.
He turned the page and slowly moving his eyes along with the words. Turning the page yet again. Changing positions in the chair he was sitting, into a rather acrobatic position. Feeling rather pleased about his latest drive to actually read books made him more confident in the sense that he felt he actually managed to use his brain to think, instead of sitting on a computer using his brain minimal to do what he always did, almost making it a routine.
Just getting almost half through the page he heard someone walk past the half open door to the living room. The person stopped for a moment before he walked again in the direction of the kitchen. At first Alexander didn't really bother himself with who it was, but thinking about the kitchen did make him hungry, and if the person was actually heading for the kitchen he could probably get away with not having to find food himself.
Putting his bookmark in the book and closing it, and then putting it back in his bag, he quickly moved on route to the kitchen. Before getting there completely he saw who had walked by not long ago. He saw the backside of him, seeing both the wings, and the tail, also noticing that he did move rather slow. Alexander also knew he was right about the kitchen as the winged guy was most likely heading to the kitchen as it was straight ahead. Then he noticed that aside from the wings he wasn't wearing clothes on the top half of his body. It wasn't exactly a blizzard inside, but it wasn't some tropical island either.
"Is it not seen as common knowledge that you wear clothing when you are walking around? Not to mention that it's also winter outside." Alexander said to him, trying all of a sudden to sound a bit more grown up than he was. "And it isn't exactly daytime either." He said as he came to realise that he was probably not that much older and that he too was spending his time around the mansion at night-time.
The incessant gurgling of her stomach awoke her to cold, harsh reality... and a headache. She grumbled softly under her breath about cupcakes and stayed still in the warmth of her blankets for a moment longer. Even in her dreams these days she was plagued by delicacies and treats. The Greek had not had a single peaceful sleep within the last week without being awoken during an ungodly time of night by earthquake rumbles in her belly. She slipped a green hand over her stomach, frowning once more at the lack of meat over her muscles. Of the late, she had dropped more weight than she was comfortable with. Her knees were knobby... elbows like daggers.... Even her fingers were on the verge of being thin and bony.
If this kept up for much longer... she would be forced to go see a doctor.
With a quiet groan, Andrea pushed herself to get up. She slipped out of bed quickly, threw on her glasses and pulled on her gloves, before padding softly from her room. Her trips to the kitchen at such hours had increased massively over the course of the last few weeks. She required so much to eat... A snack nearly every hour, or her stomach would tie itself in painful knots. Her shuffling brought her down the steps from the second floor, and eventually to the door of the kitchen.
She paused, her hand pressed firmly to the door, as noise from within the kitchen reached her ears. She scrunched her nose, recalling how only a little while ago, this same kind of thing had happened... A glance down at her long sleeved shirt told her that this time would not be the same though. She would mind her own business and avoid all glasses of water. With a little sigh, she entered the kitchen and paused once more as the two people within came into sight. Right off the bat her attention was drawn to the boy..er... guy, with wings...and a tail?... She blinked, and looked towards the other. Rather plain in comparison. After her awkward pause, she manured herself across the room to the cupboards- once again reminded of the past- and started her search for the snack her stomach most desired...
Oatmeal. It didn't matter the form, be it snack bars with oats in them, or oat cereal. Her stomach gurgled again just to clarify that.
With a sheepish look over her shoulder... she addressed the two other bodies in the room the only way she could think to... " Uh... Good Morning..." Her blind searching, while her eyes were elsewhere, caused her fingers to bump a plastic container of cereal from the shelf. With a small startled gasp, she reached to catch it, and in the process caused the wooden shelve inside the cupboard to jump- and the entire contents of what was resting on it came like an avalanche down on her head. Andrea found herself sitting moments later, with cheerios scattered through her hair, and quite a few of the oatmeal snack bars and various boxes and Baggies piled on top of her. She whimpered pitifully, ans started to pick cheerios one by one from her wild mane.
Rubbing his mismatched eyes he let out another yawn, passing the living room Carrick could hear the television and stopped for a second to let his eyes adjust to the light before he continued along down the hallway. His ears perked slightly as he heard someone say something about his wardrobe, and his current out of bed status. ”Three in the morning I think entitled to wear what I please…” said Carrick lazily as he yawned and turned his head around to look at the man who was questioning him.
”Yes Eejit, it’s night time, it is when the moon is up and the sun is down…” Carrick said lazily as he added another yawn, ”Couldn’t sleep, what’s your excuse?” he asked as he walked over to the fridge and spotted the milk was just a shelf above his area of reach. Turning his attention to the green lady who made her way towards the cupboards Carrick offered her a lazy smile, ”Top’O the morning.”
Turning his attention towards the fridge he extended a wing and brought it around to knock the milk down from the top shelf and before it hit the ground he caught it. He didn’t need any ones help his pride wouldn’t allow it. Folding his wing Carrick turned around with milk in hand to see the green girl sitting on the ground buried in dried cereal and breakfast bars. ”Hashed up did ya?” Carrick asked as he walked over to the girl and picked a cheerio out of her hair, ”Don’t suppose there is any left in the box is there?”
Flicking the cherrio out of his fingers he leaned over and grabbed a bag or two of the snack bars and placed them onto the counter along with the milk, ”You alright?” Carrick asked curiously glad she wasn’t much of a morning person.
Rolling his eyes, he couldn't help but to feel that this kid was a potential nasty brat that thought that thought he could very well do whatever pleased him. Night-time or not, Alexander was a fan of actually wearing clothes when wandering around a place that housed more than just him. When the guy turned around Alexander could notice that he had a tattoo on his chest. His immediate thoughts was that having a tattoo just there was extremely tacky. Then being called eejit, he knew then that he was not exactly being called awesome, and that he would not like this guy much. Even though he himself found himself to have a rather good grasp on the English language with barely any accent at all, he still had some difficulties understanding what on earth eejit meant, until he came to the conclusion that it wasn't really English. He decided to stop worrying for a second to actually concentrate on what was going on around him.
"Well if you have to know, I was reading a book." In his world reading was considered a better excuse than watching TV, but then he realised that his current reading material was no better than TV. Alexander got a huge urge to ramble out Spanish insults, but decided to be the bigger person and act like nothing bothered him at all.
During this moment a girl with green skin had walked past, well more liked rushed past. She made him think of the musical Wicked that he had seen with his mother once. In that show the main character Elphaba had green skin. With this collection of people suddenly made him feel rather dull for not really having anything but blue eyes to show his mutant status, but smiled on the inside for being lucky enough not to have a tail.
"Good morning I guess" he answered the girl, as she had just spoken having the guy picking in her hair like he was some winged monkey looking for lice. He himself searched the fridge for anything resembling yoghurt or fruit. In the end he just helped himself with some apple juice. With the glass in his hand he sat down next to the green girl, whom he at the moment called Elphaba in his head., just that he purposely moved the chair a bit away from her, while avoiding looking at the winged monkey. Taking a small sip from the glass, he glanced at the girl. "I'm Alex" he said to her, he would have said more, but there was something about her that did scare him. Feeling awkward he took yet another sip of apple juice, ignoring the the monkey.
She spent a few moment in her head trying to decide what 'Hashed up' meant, before her hair was poked at for a cheerio by foreign fingers. Her dark locks wriggled as she ran her hands through them and shook the rest of the cereal out. A small huff of annoyance escaped her, after she discovered that there were also small circles of wheat trapped in her shirt and possibly her pants, from the feel of it anyway.... Her head throbbed painfully. She needed an aspirin.
"I will be fine... No harm done other than taking out half of the breakfast food supply for the rest of the school." She picked the half empty box up from by her knee, shook it to get a fee for its contents, and held it out to the shirtless winged male. Normally, (now that she had fully noticed his half nakedness), she would have flushed something fierce and averted her gaze... but it was far to early, or late, for her to worry about such a thing.
Especially with cheerios in her Pj's.
Orange eyes shifted over to the other male, the one who stood out the most in the room do to his lack of visible mutation. He stated: "I'm Alex"
She nodded, already in the process of stuffing numerous snack foods back into their boxes. "Andrea." She states back, shifted her gaze back to the other in an attempt to extend the statement to him as well. She didn't bother to stand quite yet, as she was content with her spot on the floor while she cleaned up her mess. She would need a broom... for the cheerios. The gears inside her head turned slowly, clanking and groaning as they awoke more from their tiredness. A snack was all she had wanted... she had the worst luck with these types of situations. Her eyes slid back to Alex and she found herself eyeballing his apple juice warily from behind the shield of her glasses.
Absently, she wondered if liquid apple stung the eyes. "Might I inquire as to why I am not the only night owl this morning?" She blinked, more at herself than at anything else. "That came out funny..."
It seemed the one called Alex was ignoring him, which was fine by him. He turned quickly and flicked his tail in the Eejit’s direction before rummaging for some spoons and the leftovers of the cereal (the ones that were in the box still not the ones that were once in Andrea’s hair). The green skinned lady with orange eyes was named Andrea, he smirked slightly for she reminded him of his times in the circus, where she like he would fit in with no problems. Even at the mansion full of mutants he managed to stick out like a sore thumb and that wasn’t even taking into account his wings and tail.
Eyeing the juice Carrick’s mouth watered slightly as he debated between that or milk. If he wanted Juice he would have to ask Alex for the juice and he didn’t care too much for the early morning grump so he decided to stick with a glass of milk to go with his cereal. It was his way of trying to quicken his growth rate, one day he would be as tall as his brother.
Setting his food on the counter he walked over to the cupboard and wrapped his tail around the knob and pulled it open revealing a broom with a dustpan attached to it. Reaching out with his tail Carrick wrapped his tail around the broom and took a sip from his glass of milk before turning around and dragging the broom behind him.
Stopping short in front of the Green woman Carrick smiled and said, ”Here,” Carrick said as he arched his back and forced his tail to lift the broom of the ground for a second and placed the broom in front of her. Figured out where it was second day here, dropped a bag of grapes everywhere, it was a mess.”[/color]
Leaving the Broom and dustpan in Andrea’s presences Carrick walked back to his bowl of cereal and placed his glass of milk on the counter and then taking a bite of his food, ”Couldn’t sleep but apparently it’s a crime to be up this late…” Carrick said as he looked over to Alex and stuck out his tongue then turning back to his cereal. Carrick smirked slightly as he took another bite of his food and was reminded how easy it was to annoy his step brother, if Alex would only get half as upset as his brother this was going to be a show.
Instead of worrying too much about the monkey and his flickering tail, he enjoyed several nice sips of apple juice. He never let go of the glass, as one could never be too careful around young monkeys. While flickering his eyes on his glass, out the window, at random items that looked like it had been put in place by a blind person. The monkey had already been making a lot of noise with only the use of his tail.
He didn't even want to mention the fact that Andrea as she has mentioned, was sitting on the floor. Perhaps it would be easier to just stand up so most of the cheerios would drop by themselves.
It didn't take much longer before the monkey again was acting strangely enough as a hybrid between a monkey, bird and a little boy. Alexander didn't take it so seriously, he had been his age once too, just that he had never acted much as this one, but sticking your tongue out at someone just like that was indeed very childish.
"Seriously, you're sticking your tongue out at me like a little child?" His face remained quite stern. "I know that you have a lot of raging hormones, and that you probably have a lot you want to express, so I won't care much about your tongue."
He took another sip of his apple juice again as he looked over at Andrea, he felt like giving her a smile, but it didn't feel like the right person to smile to at that moment or time of day. "Despite what this one says" He glanced over at monkey boy and back at Andrea. "I never stated that it was a crime, just that little boys should get plenty of sleep, or they won't grow up strong and healthy." He said as he used a finger to pull his bangs out of his eyes. "I on the other hand just don't feel like sleeping at the moment. Therefore I spend some time catching up on reading material."
Again he took yet another sip of apple juice, the glass was now just half full. in his head he just thought that he could refill it while looking for a little snack. Which did give him a craving for yoghurt. He gave himself a brain beating and refocused back to Andrea. "So, what is your excuse then for doing a heinous crime like being awake?" He asked her reinforcing his grip on the glass, so that no one should be able to take it away from him.
>>”Couldn’t sleep but apparently it’s a crime to be up this late…”
Ah... then all of them were criminals. She accepted the broom and stood carefully, so that the mass of things piled on her would not spread any further out into the room. As she had suspected, once she was completely upright a number of loose wheat circles fell from various hiding places in her clothing. She wiggles herself to make sure they were all gone. No body liked having a cheerio imprinted on their bum after sleeping with it all night... or maybe it was just her? She shrugged inwardly and finished cramming all of the savable things back into their boxes and containers.
>>"Seriously, you're sticking your tongue out at me like a little child?" - "I know that you have a lot of raging hormones, and that you probably have a lot you want to express, so I won't care much about your tongue."
Oh dear. Andrea paused in her sweeping. She hadn't noticed before, what with her near catastrophe, but the tension level in the room was quite high... at least for her it was. Neither male seemed to let on physically, aside from the poking out of tongue and verbal semi-negative quips, that anything was wrong. But Andrea sure felt it. She blinked, and resumed sweeping the small pile of cheerios into a better place other than the middle of the floor, then went for the dust pan in the cupboard Carrick had opened.
>>"Despite what this one says"-"I never stated that it was a crime, just that little boys should get plenty of sleep, or they won't grow up strong and healthy."
Little boys She sent a quick look over her shoulder, her nerves fraying just a little bit more. The winged and tailed ones reaction however escaped her as the dustpan slipped from her grip and tumbled to the floor. She muttered darkly about lack of sleep to herself as she bent down to retrieve it.
>>"So, what is your excuse then for doing a heinous crime like being awake?"
The question caught her by surprise, and on the way up from her knelt position she bumped sharply into the cupboard. Rubbing the small, smarting spot under her hair, she pondered that question. Why was she up? For the same reason she was always up at this time of night... her darned aching stomach. But of course, 'Oh me? I'm up because I have to inhale some form of meal at this time of night or i will die.', didn't seem like an appropriate response. She moved onto the next...
"Me? I skipped dinner... I guess my stomach did not like that very much., because, well... here I am." It wasn't entirely a lie, mind you, if you can count 'skipping dinner' as laying off the extra helping of the pot roast she had eaten earlier that day.
Carrick’s tempered flared briefly when he heard the term little he didn’t like that one bit, he was still a child and knew that one day his growth spurt would come when it would he had no idea but he would make sure that all the people that called him a runt, shrimp, small fry, and little would marvel at his future height after he hit his growth sprit. Although he was angry the only way anyone could tell he was the clenching of his teeth and the way his tail moved like it was having a seizure behind him.
Slowly reaching up for his milk he cleared his throat and calmed himself somewhat, ”Well, I am a kid Eejit! Fifteen years old and still going, so pardon me if I act like a kid.” Carrick stuck out his tongue and raspberried in Alex’s direction before turning back to his bowl of cereal. Yep just like home with his older brother all he had to do now was wait for the tantrum and a knife getting telekinetically thrown in his direction in hopes to impale his wing. Luckily for Carrick, he wasn’t at home and this wasn’t his brother so there would be no impaling with knifes.
Then again he didn’t really know what Alex’s powers were to begin with so for now he kept an eye open for trouble should Alex bring it. When Alex spoke again Carrick’s tail smacked against the ground behind him gently before lashing and then wrapping around his leg. Little boys? There it was again! He wasn’t that little there were tons of kids his age shorter than him he was average for his height it was just everyone else around here was a giant. ”Well I don’t know who appointed you as the night monitor but you should lay off!”
Carrick filled his mouth full of cereal and started muttering things about minding his own business simply getting some food when the Eejit had to come ruin his night. ”Bout as useless as tits on a bull…” Carrick muttered as he drank his milk and then looked over to Andrea and then shrugged feeling bad she had to be caught up in this.
The tension in the room would not be easy to oversee, being partly responsible for it didn't make him worry much. instead he stared intensely at the apple juice in his glass. He felt suddenly that if he took just another little sip, he could throw up the entire content of his stomach. At least he knew what direction he would do it in. He wanted mostly to believe that the presence of the monkey-boy was the real cause of not wanting to drink more, as his attitude did give him somewhat of a bad feeling all over.
Signs indicated that monkey-boy seemed to have a lot of problems when it came to being young, especially in the way he was behaving. Then again verbal abuse was probably one of the things Alexander knew very well, though in this case it was best to lay of the harsh attitude and act as casual as possible. All he knew was that when he was fifteen, he would avoid being called a child for all cost. It's easy to use the excuse 'I'm only fifteen I'm still a kid' when faced with difficult challenges in life.
Ignoring the gesture and whacking of a tail, Alexander had refocused his stare to a cheerio on the floor by the wall, which was seemingly not seen by Andrea. Instead of mentioning it he sighed as he shifted his attention back to monkey-boy. "I was fifteen not long ago, I know how I was at that age, and it was not this." He said eyeing monkey-boy sternly. "Tú eres tonto.." Alexander rapidly said to himself loud enough for monkey-boy to hear. He had already become aware of the meaning of the word eejit, and though it did not matter that he was called an idiot or not, it made him amused that it was all monkey-boy dared to call him.
"I don't need to lay off anything, I'm not nor will I ever be the night monitor, niño-mono." Alexander said in response to being told that he stuck his nose into things he had not to stick his nose into. It would not surprise Alexander if monkey-boy had come from a home where he could pretty much do as he pleased without dealing with much consequences.
Tracing his finger around the parts of his glass, he looked over at Andrea who has had her own things to worry about as she bumped her head into the cupboard. She luckily seemed to be fine as she rubbed the part of her head that hit the cupboard. Seemed as Andrea had skipped dinner, which he did not know what to reply to, seeing as he constantly skipped dinners, and breakfast, in fact perhaps he had more drinks of water or apple juice and an occasional piece of fruit, than planned meals. "Well dinner is an important meal, so I guess missing out on it isn't always a good idea." A forced crooked smile appeared on his face as he awkwardly traced his fingers against the glass.
((Tú eres tonto = you are silly, niño-mono = monkey-boy))
Red on green skin was not the best complementary color when it came to blushing. Her cheeks turned an odd color of brown, and with a quick jerk of her spine, she set about quickly gathering the mess she had piled together near the counter. Just a few strokes, and she would be free to go back upstairs to her bed, where only the quiet of her room and the soft intake and exhale of breath from her roommate awaited her poor, poor ears. The saying puzzled her more than a little, tits on a bull?... She didn't quite get it... but still found it quite vulgar compared to what she was used to. Between the rest of New York and Saphirus, she was slowly getting more and more used to that sort of language... Casual, yet confrontational. Things one was oddly comfortable saying around others, without having to worry about starting an argument.... The very thought distressed her quite a bit. Back at home, had such a phrase been uttered by her own tongue, she would have gone to bed without supper, and would be sleeping with the bitter taste of soap in her mouth. Of course, back then she would not have minded a night without supper so much... Darn hormonal imbalances... or... something.
As she filled the dustpan with corrupted cereal and various other wholesome and not-so-wholesome snack foods, she thought more on that matter. She Still hadn't quite figured why exactly her appetite had sky rocketed... or why she was progressively shrinking into herself with seemingly no end in sight. The logical part of herself told her it was some odd form of growth spurt... or perhaps the stress of her moving to a city far different that her home had been finally getting to her.... but still... there was a part of her, deep down inside, that feared the changes. Sudden weight loss was often the first signs of disease, and she had not been to a doctor in a very, very long time...
>>"Well dinner is an important meal, so I guess missing out on it isn't always a good idea."
"Indeed." She stood from her work, and glanced at him, before shifting her eyes quickly to the winged one. There seemed to be a fondness for exchanging words in another language.... she felt inclined to join, but was unsure if it would add to root of the problem. Whatever they were saying in their own little ways, was probably not pleasant.... and her words might be mistaken for yet more unpleasantness. With an inward sigh, she shifted the broom in her hands to the counter and let it lean there as she moved over to where the trash bin was located. "...but, it is not all that unpleasant. The early bird gets the worm..." Her eyes fixated on the dust pan in her hands before she emptied it. "...Or cereal in this case." Being up this later, or early, was as the winged one had said- not a crime. In fact, it could be quite pleasant. She had a book to read, a mansion to wander, video games to grump at.... Which reminded her..
"...I need to find Tom." It was a statement more to herself, and muttered quite softly. She needed advice on passing through a level in a game, and could only think of him, or Shin, to ask advice from. It left her in a quite a pickle really, since she had seen neither for quite some time. With her dustpan empty, she tucked it and the broom back into their cubby, and returned to searching the cupboards for an adequate snack. Perhaps an apple would have to do... again.
Carrick smirked a little when Alex said he was fifteen and never acted like him. The smirk turned to a laugh and then he took a sip of his milk before his wings open and extended slightly then closed out of habit from laughing. Even if he was fifteen he never had a life like Carrick’s it was obvious to the situation they were in. Carrick opened his wings this time consciously and looked quickly to Alex then folded his wings, ”There is little you can say about being fifteen and not being like me…” he wasn’t mad in fact he was quite calm he just figured he would put it in perspective for a normal mutant. Carrick fully extended his wings, which started to cover the wall behind him due to the massive length of his wings.
With wings wide open Carrick consciously moved his tail under his wings and waved it at Alex before both the tail and the wings went back to their normal resting spots behind his back, nether going out of sight. They would forever be his pride and joy and his shame. His attention turned back to the cereal which he took a large spoonful of before turning back to Alex, ”You know little to nothing of being like me if, she on the other hand might know more than a little something…” Carrick nodded his head over to Andrea and pointed out her green skin and orange eyes.
She like him knew what it was like to be a mutant a true mutant one that could be identified with a look, then again more often or not when those who hated him weren’t harassing him he often showed off for attention he didn’t know if it was the same for Andrea but showing humans what they were missing out on was one of his favorite things to do.
”Eejit….” Carrick muttered again as he took another bite of his cereal and then drank the contents of the bowl emptying it. Turning around and walking the bowl over to the sink then running the water over it and then placing it in the dishwasher Carrick returned to his glass and sat a few seconds in silence before finishing his milk.
Carrick knew a little Spanish at least enough to know that there was an insult being thrown in his direction but Carrick shrugged it off and didn’t pay it much mind, the insult would mean little if anything to Carrick anyways. Turning around and placing his glass of milk in the dishwasher Carrick wiped his wrist over his milk stained lips, which turned into a smile when Andrea mentioned earlier bird getting the worm. Carrick smirked and let out a small bird like whistle and then looked to the clock and sighed. To early to go flying now, bed however did seem like a possibility even though he had that same reoccurring nightmare not too long before.
Not in a long time had he ever wanted to go back in time and not do something stupid as he had done this night. After meeting with monkey-boy he would have no problems with never getting a chance to talk to him. Andrea, who was calmly doing her own things, while he and monkey-boy would bicker at each other. Had he been in Andrea's situation, he would have gotten between them, or taken sides a long time ago. Though all he really knew was that her name was Andrea, curious of nature, he desperately wanted to know more. It was probably the resemblance to Elphaba that really made him interested, but what could one do. "Andrea, where are you from exactly?" He asked her, quite straightforward, though he should probably gone from a different approach and small talked more.
Of course he wouldn't be left alone by monkey-boy just yet, he had began showing off, extending his wings, and waving his tail at him. It didn't bother him that much, other than being talked down to for being a more normal looking mutant. It made him not sad, but angry for having to hear just that. He abruptly got up from his chair and looked at monkey-boy. He kept a still face, but one could tell that he wasn't exactly cheerful. "Are you actually saying that because I don't have horns, or scales that I don't know what it is like?" He said glancing over at Andrea, before looking back at monkey-boy. "I know what I am, I know what you are, and just because I might look 'normal' does not mean I am" he said with a more of a frustrated undertone.
Looking over at Andrea again, he had to ask her. "Do you think that because I look like I do, that it makes me less of a mutant?" He sighed. "I know a thing or two about being a minority in so many ways, I was born in Korea, raised in Spain as a minority, moved to New York City, only to be a minority there too. Going to school, people ask me if I know Chinese, or if I'm going back to to Thailand to become a lady-boy any day soon. I've gone through so much just because I have a different race than most Spaniards." He took a very small break, folding his arms. "And now I have to be a minority in this room just because I don't have wings, or a different tone to my skin. Have we come this far, only to make racial differences within the mutant societies too?" He stopped there, and sat down again, clutching his glass of apple juice yet again.
His heart was racing, he wouldn't have it like this, talking about things such as this made him get an extra flare. He didn't want to be singled out for being Asian, Spanish, mutant without grass as hair, or that he was gay, it shouldn't be that way. He wanted to cry a little, but he couldn't, not when there was people around. All this talk made him think back to past scenes of his life, and he didn't like it much. He looked up at monkey-boy again with another stern look on his face. "And you should watch out a little, you know nothing about me, for all you know I could be able to kill you with a flick of my hand, or fry you with a bolt of lightning." Using his finger, he corrected his bangs again, before turning his attention back to Andrea. "I'm sorry about this, now where did we cut off? Oh yes, I believe we were discussing your whereabouts." He tried to hide behind an awkward smile that most likely had little to no effect.
>>”You know little to nothing of being like me if, she on the other hand might know more than a little something…”
Andrea’s nose wrinkled as she frowned. “I can assure you, there is nothing about my life so akin to yours, that I would know anything about you.” She glanced down at herself, her eyes locking on her gloved hand and her frown deepened. “We share a similar problem, you and I, that we stand out for physical reasons, but that is no reason to assume because of my appearance I would understand what it’s like to be you, or vise versa. All of us come from different backgrounds, yours by the way you act, must have been fairly difficult. ” She was quite please to find that her voice was still calm and quite, betraying none of the nervous mess she felt inside.
>>"Andrea, where are you from exactly?"
The tables were shifting it seemed, and she was being drawn into their... conversation. Perhaps... she would have been better off staying quiet. “I am from Greece, Rhodes to be exact.” Personal inquiries were not her favorite thing to talk about, especially on an empty stomach and with little to no sleep. She gave up on her search in the cupboards and fell back to the Apple bowl yet again. “Why do you ask?” The Greek slipped up onto the counter and took a bite of her fruit, much to tired to truly care about her manner. She bit into her snack with her savage pearly whites, and shifted her gaze from one male, to the other slowly.
>>"Do you think that because I look like I do, that it makes me less of a mutant?"
A question directed at her...She chuckled, quite openly at his query. Less of a mutant? She had never heard a question as strange at that. People were so preoccupied with their own appearances these days. She halted her response, her apple held limply in her hand, and listened to what he had to say, not only to the winged one, but to her... About Minorities, mutant tension, human tension... She shifted momentarily back in time and remembered the girl who lived behind those golden doors. The girl who hated Humans, who told her that they were no longer of the same species. She had implied that the one’s who could fly, create ice, survive horrible accidents, or those with wings and green skin- they were the next step up on the scale of evolution. The same jagged, breath consuming feeling clogged up her chest and the gorgon felt herself shift into a darker mood. She refused to believe it, God wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. All men are created equal, no matter the shade of skin, or if they had horns poking out of their head... as Alex had stated his lack their of. Her teeth sank into her snack sharply, ripping off a chunk much bigger than she had intended...
Her ears pricked up as Alex came to the end of his statement. It sounded like a threat... almost. On the verge of ‘Test me and find out’. She eyed him for a moment, before shifting her gaze to view the others reaction.
>>"I'm sorry about this, now where did we cut off? Oh yes, I believe we were discussing your whereabouts."
She didn’t reply right away, instead, she finished off her apple and thought more on the matter. What was so vastly important about where she came from? What would quell the mounting fight. “There was no such controversy where I lived....” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Her home in Rhodes had been a placid (near stagnant) and safe place for her to live.
“...So I am curious, why is it looked upon in such a negative fashion to be a mutant around humans, and a human around mutants? Why is there such a ferocity when it comes to appearances?”