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.
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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...?
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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 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?
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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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Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 19, 2010 13:18:30 GMT -6
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And the sluice gates opened. Tarin had definitely had a feeling that they were heading in this direction, and when Locke finally started talking, the older man let out a small sigh of relief. Idly, Tarin wondered exactly why he saw so much of himself in all the teenagers he ran into. There was something strange about it, or maybe it was simply a sign of getting older and having experiences. As you gathered more, there were more possibilities for similarities. As a teenager, you hadn’t gathered many, so it seemed impossible that anyone could possibly understand.
It didn’t exactly come as a surprise that the boy was a mutant. All teenagers had issues, but it seemed like mutant teenagers were magnets for it. One of those things, Tarin supposed, and hoped it would change in the future. That wasn’t the reason for running…Tarin winced internally, realizing that he should have been more honest. His situation was even more similar to Locke’s than he’d realized Maybe it could be fixed, Tarin continued to listen to the boy’s story and decided that definitely was not the course of action to take. Telling someone who’d lost their father in a car accident that you’d caused a car accident that killed a young mother and her two children wasn’t the way to their heart. Instead, Tarin latched onto what the boy said about a lucky break and shook his head, leaning down on his forearms on the counter.
”It’s not like that.” he said, ”We watched him die from emphysema and lung cancer over about an eight month period.” Tarin paused, ”And you’re right….we had time to prepare for what was going to happen, but I was still very young.”
Tarin stared out the window as he spoke, watching the rain fall for a few moments before continuing, ”I thought it was all over, then woke up with him there…only they’re never exactly right. Spirits are very driven…they have a goal in mind and they can’t do anything else. Everyone thought I was crazy…I thought I was crazy. I spent some quality time in a padded room…with him…before I realized that it was all real.”
They weren’t there to get into a pissing contest about who’s parental loss had been greater, and that’s not what Tarin intended. Empathy could go a long way, sometimes. That and closure….he looked out of the corner of his eye at the spirit, still hovering close to his son.
”If you’d had the chance…what would you have said?”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 19, 2010 23:35:39 GMT -6
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Psychologists had asked him before what would he say to his dad if he had the chance, Locke always just stared at them until the question was skipped over. That was something too personal to disclose to someone paid to scrutinize his every thought or action, convinced that there was something wrong with him and that they knew the solution. Tarin was different in a way. He had seen his father suffer and if he was really able to see spooks and ghosties, probably more aware of the otherworld then Locke would ever be. It took awhile for him to answer. Not because he was unprepared. Locke had spent the first couple of years thinking of exactly what he wanted to say if his dad had not died, or in the very least if he had been able to attend the funeral. "Sorry. There's a million things to say sorry for. For being so obsessed with a stupid game that he wanted to take me to see one, for not letting him know what was bothering me, for not realizing he knew that something was wrong, for the year I got angry he sent me to band camp. For not being able to say good-bye." The air was becoming hard to find again, forcing Locke to fall into the patterned breathing that he was taught.
"It isn't the things that I didn't get to say, other then the good-bye that makes this such crap," he said picking at the thin soles of his shoes. Forgiveness is precious, but how effective of a balm can it be when the person who can give it is dead and you can't really accept the forgiveness? "It's the things undone, and unsaid by him. Isn't that how it always is when someone dies? What hurts the most is knowing that you don't get to hear them say things, or see them do something simple like pour a glass of water? The tiny things that make up a person can't really be matched just by a memory because you know it will go away."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 20, 2010 14:39:53 GMT -6
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Tarin simply nodded his head as he listened to Locke explain what he would have said to his father. He wasn’t the one who mattered though, he’d asked for the benefit of the spirit standing next to the young man. Tarin didn’t know how much spirits could see and hear when they weren’t within range of his powers, and even if he’d heard it before, hearing it again couldn’t hurt. The man looked…touched, maybe he hadn’t heard it before. He was staring at his son, Tarin watched for a few moments, then turned his attention back to the boy in the chair.
”I think he’d have liked hearing those things…though, I don’t think they’re all necessarily things you need to be sorry for. I’ll bet he understood more than you think.”
Locke kept talking and Tairn felt his own chest starting to close up at the sentiments. The things unsaid, the things undone…the same things had been running through his head not too long ago. When he’d held his wife in his arms and watched her die. The image of her cold skin and staring eyes flashed into his mind’s eye and he shuddered, drawing the attention of the spirit as the link fluctuated.
”I can definitely empathize with you there…” he said, voice a little choked. The kid had laid his heart open with all its pain for Tarin to see, ”I lost…thought I lost my wife a few weeks ago…It was violent…I was holding her.”
If the kid couldn’t believe in the spirits that Tarin made, there was no way he’d understand Lee coming back from the dead.
”She was gone…staring up at the ceiling and all I could think about was everything I’d never get to see again. It was…it is terrifying.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 20, 2010 21:09:54 GMT -6
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"That's why they close the eyes when someone dies," Locke hazard to guess, ”If people really do have souls, and eyes are the windows to it, then when the soul isn’t there, you know nobody is home. Even on a fish, dead eyes make people feel uneasy.” By dead eyes Locke had meant the eyes on a fish that was dead. You might say it was a Freudian slip that made him express how he was sure people saw himself. Even he found his useless eye revolting. As far as the topic of souls went, Locke was not sure if he had one or not. Having one was a frightful thought and a dreadful responsibility. Could you have a soul if there was no higher power? “That weird fogged but clear look. Like an empty water bottle.”
Locke did not know what to say to Tarin in regards to his wife. He had not particularly shown any interest in how Kendra handled his dad’s death. Granted when the grief was the freshest for her he had been on pain medication so strong that he didn’t feel anything physically, and he had problems staying awake. The father issue he could relate to, but seeing as Locke had only one girlfriend, which had been a disaster, anything relating to romance would be and sound fake. About the only thing he could think of was his dad, who for years did not bring up his mother. If he knew why she had stopped being a part of his life, then maybe he could think of what to tell Tarin. ”Mostly dead is still partially alive.” was about all that he could think to say. It was also the most positive thing he could think of. Was she still alive? ”You said you thought you lost her… does that mean that she…”
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 21, 2010 9:19:51 GMT -6
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Locke spoke, Tarin stared. The way he was explaining that look…Tarin was glad his hands were on the countertop, his forehead was clammy and he was sure that his legs were shaking. Suddenly, the only thing he could picture in his mind was the look on Lee’s face as he’d held her in his arms. It had flashed in his mind before, but now it was like being there again. Hearing the shot, the one shot in the middle of all that chaos and watching Lee stumble played over and over in his head. For a few minutes he was no longer in the shop, he was back in that cave, filthy and freezing and he could smell the blood in the air.
Locke’s voice cut through the flashback, and Tarin’s eyes jerked to the younger man’s face. He wanted more details. In his shock, Tarin gave them.
”She got shot…” he said, voice sounding just a little more far-away than he might have hoped. ”There was so much blood….” there had been, it had soaked his clothes. Her death hadn’t been dramatic, with gasping proclamations of love and well wishes for the future like people saw in movies. It had been succinct, and quick, and cold. She’d been alive one moment, and dead the next. ”They hadn’t thought they’d be able to save her. The only thing I can say is that it was a miracle.” How he’d managed to edit that to protect the actual reason for the violence, Tarin didn’t know, he was just grateful that he’d managed.
Tarin took a shuddering breath and released it, scrubbing a hand through his hair, ”But yeah…I can empathize. She’s my whole world…and for a little while, it was all over.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 22, 2010 21:47:21 GMT -6
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”I don’t believe in miracles,” he stated. Strange how as he was gathering himself back together the adult was falling apart. Neither one had meant to bring the other past their breaking point, but it had happened. Locke was sure that someone would claim that it was for the best, and that both of them needed this to happen. They had not wanted it to happen, which meant that they would have been glad never getting what they needed. ”Anything good comes through your own actions, and miracles mean that there is something that actually gives flying rat crap about you. Give me one explanation for any higher power that can't be used to justify another religion, or can't take down the belief that it belongs to.”. The teenager may share the same name as a great philosopher, but he was not into the big profound thoughts. All of his theories on life were set now, no need to question them. Weeks could pass in which his deepest thoughts were whether or not to use fabric softener. Not thinking about things meant not having to deal with complications or issues that he wanted to avoid.
”I’m willing to bet that your world still is not complete, that part of it is still broken,” It was risky thing to say. Just look at what his few innocent comments had brought about already. Tarin looked like he was either going to make a run for it or crumple behind his counter. ”My little brother and sister helped a bit, but one life isn’t the same as the other. Can the same be said when it is the same person?” Locke had gotten pretty close to near death, and he had changed from it. Maybe not for the better, but for good. He had not even met Tarin’s wife, but she had to be different in some way.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 26, 2010 17:01:55 GMT -6
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”Kid, I’ve not only seen a miracle…I’ve been a miracle.” That was true, and nothing the kid could say to convince him otherwise. Out of all the merges that had happened in his life, this had been the only one with a positive outcome, the only one that hadn’t resulted in more harm, more death and destruction. It had been a miracle.
As to the religious aspect.
“And religion has nothing to do with it. Miracles are simply the unbelievable becoming believable. Once they’ve happened, they’re not a miracle anymore. Just a rare occurrence.” It was easier to talk about it like this, to pretend like it was all philosophical instead of fact. He could breathe again, he could concentrate. Getting a grip on all that emotion was hard, but Tarin grabbed it in an iron fist…until the kid called him out on everything. Everything.
”I….It….” he stammered, trying to pull together his thoughts and reply to what it was Locke said. The boy said his brother and sister had helped, and wondered if it was the same when the person helping was the person who’d been so near to death, ”We haven’t talked about it.” he said, the spirit in the room with the two of them nearly forgotten. ”How can I talk to her about it? There’s nothing I can do now, anymore than I thought there was then. It happened so fast, and then it was over….I thought it was over.” Tarin shuddered.
”We’re moving on with our lives.” the Medium said, ”Otherwise the ghosts in the past, whether or not they’re physical beings that I can see…always haunt me.”
Tarin paused for a moment, staring off into the space over Locke’s shoulder, ”I spent most of my life running from ghosts. I just couldn’t do it anymore. You‘ll find that point too.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 29, 2010 20:07:25 GMT -6
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Aw crud. I didn’t want him to freak out. Look at him, he’s about ready to either bolt or have a messy breakdown.[/i] Little kids Locke could handle. He knew how to distract a five-year-old mind long enough for tears to be forgotten. People older then that were a mystery. Clearly Locke was as sociable as the dirt and rock he worked with. Tarin’s views might differ, but he had done nothing vicious, or malicious intentionally. Any pain that might have been brought up was just from the concern that someone had shown him. Someone who knew that slow and dull pain that fills your body when you lose someone until you don’t know if you can raise a finger. Maybe he would come back some day, once the two could talk without loosing themselves to emotions that neither felt at ease dealing with.
Hugo was now watching Tarin, the same concerned expression used for his son now directed at the medium, as well as a sort of disappointment. “You’re worse then him,” he said.
Locke wasn’t going to question why Tarin didn’t talk about it. He just nodded his head. ”Your throat gets to be like a prison where only certain words are allowed out. It’s safest that way.” The Californian also was not going to ask how their lives could go on if they did not talk about it. That was what he had been doing himself for the last five years. It was not the best way to go on. What had driven Locke to hopping the train was that sensation of being the living dead. A zombie caught up in a routine. Again he nodded his head at Tarin’s explanation. Here at least he could offer some advice. “Just don’t get stuck in a pattern. You’ll run out of one more days.”
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Mar 31, 2010 21:10:13 GMT -6
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Tarin nodded mutely at the kid as he explained how words sometimes simply refused to come out. That’s how it was. There had been a few times he’d tried to speak to Lee about the camps, about what had happened when they’d shut all the collars off. The merge….Locke was right. The words simply wouldn’t come out sometimes.
The spirit was disappointed, and Tarin shrugged his shoulders at it, mumbling slightly under his breath. What did the thing expect him to do? This was the worst kind of situation people walked into when they found his shop…expectations. They usually had high ones and Tarin usually couldn’t meet them. Just like he hadn’t been able to keep Lee alive in the camp. If it hadn’t been for the merge…something else completely out of Tarin’s control…he’d be here alone. Alone forever.
The Medium shook his head, he wouldn’t have come back…he’d have taken that whole place down in flames. Like the guards he’d killed…letting the spirits do it was the same as doing it with his bare hands.
Lock was still there, and when he spoke the second time, Tarin actually burst out laughing. There was no real amusement in the laughter though, it was a harsh bark full of bitterness.
”Kid, you have no idea how well I understand what you mean.”
It was a double entendre… Tarin knew that his days were as numbered as the next mortal, and that eventually there would be no days left to live. It was inevitable. He’d also seen it through others’ eyes. Sometimes it had been a gift…the ending of the days….other times it had been wrenched away with little to no warning.
”That’s why we don’t talk about it. Lee is alive and healthy and we’re moving on with our lives. The only way to leave the dead in the past…is to leave them in the past. Where they belong.” The last was only half-spoken to Locke. For some reason the spirit looked offended.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 4, 2010 19:43:35 GMT -6
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"No, I do know," Locke said, not for the sake of arguing with Tarin. Of course Locke would know how much Tarin understood him,. Tarin was the only person who understood all the crap that he was going through and had to deal with. Maybe the adult did not quite understand it all, like how he had been lucky because with the deaths he dealt with he at least had a chance for a goodbye. Still the two had such similar histories and "life experiences" that it was not that far of a gap to cross. Both had lost their dad at a young age. Not young enough for it to happen without doing some damage. After all the passing of an immediate family member is wildly different from a goldfish's death. Both men had the sun of the universe extinguished, or at the very least a total eclipse. For Tarin it had been his wife, and it might sound weird but Locke had to admire that. Not that the man had gone through it, but that Tarin had found someone to love with such intensity. Even his dad, who would kiss a picture of his birth mother, did not speak with Locke about how his angel had vanished and had moved on with his love life. Maybe Locke would never find a girl that meant that much, but he had a dad. More then just a dad really. Hugo always had, and always would be able to see the tiniest details that expressed where his son was in life, usually before Locke realized anything himself. He could tell just by the way Locke carried his backpack if it was a good report card or a bad one. With him gone Locke had not only lost his anchor, the rock that Locke was now for his family, but the had lost the person that knew who he was. A part of Locke had been buried along with his dad, something that he could not get back for himself.
Locke turned in his chair to study the storm that was still raging outside. It looked like the end of the world out there, especially if you hated the cold and the wet. It kind of suited their conversation topics so far. Just looking out there made him shiver. He figured the two of them needed a minute to recover. He sipped the soda, sighted, and went back to staring at the rain drops racing down the glass. Tarin started talking about leaving the dead in the past. Ah duh. "Yeah..." he said, leaving it at that at first. "That's what I do." And it was. It was the ghost dad that was doing most of the clinging.
There was something almost laughable about how similar Tarin and Locke were. Another sip of his soda. The liquid was cold and thick, coating his throat as it went down. Locke watched a lighting flash and asked, "So how old am I when I get all that ink?" It was a joke of course, and a rather awkward one. Ah well. Locke never claimed he was a comedian.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 7, 2010 16:17:41 GMT -6
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Tarin wondered if this was the sort of thing that constituted a mid-life crisis. It seemed like lately, every teenager he ran into reminded him of himself in ways that were very nearly uncanny. Maya was a trickster, going out of her way to make life hard for Rupert. Even though she was female, the kid was subsisting on her own in a way that Tarin very nearly envied. He hadn’t done that well at first. Now, a stranger walked in off the street, and was able to call him out on what had become his darkest moments. Tarin had to ask himself, were kindred spirits drawn to him, or was he simply going out of his way to make a connection?
That really didn’t seem to be the case here, the more each of them revealed, the more Tarin and Locke seemed to discover that they had in common. Locke was running from the death of his father as surely as Tarin had ran after that first merge, and was running from the fact that Lee had died in Romania. He’d been lucky in one case, and not the other. A shocking realization hit the Medium…he hadn’t learned anything. He was still running.
”Leaving the past in the past doesn’t mean that it’s alright to forget it happened…or the way it made you feel.” he said. ”If you have regrets, you have to make sure you do things to prevent them from ever happening again. It won’t change what happened then, but these are the types of things that determine the kind of person you are.” If he was rambling a little, Locke would have to forgive him. Tarin didn’t think the kid would mind much, though. Especially after he asked about the tattoos in a way that made it seem like he was looking at an older version of himself.
”The ink…you get when it feels right.” Tarin said, letting his eyes roam over the myriad of colors, shapes, and objects that covered his arms and legs. ”The biggest mistake you can make is getting a tattoo that doesn’t mean anything.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 7, 2010 19:56:20 GMT -6
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Regrets. Those were a part of anyone's life, even if it was something as mild as regretting having that breakfast burrito. Heck Chris and Mai probably even had them. But Locke supposed that the kind of regrets Tarin was talking about were the ones you could only get with great pain, regrets that despite Tarin's advice you could not take precautions against happening in the future. Thus the re- part of regret was uiseless if you ignored the past, which meant... The circular logic was not helping the headache the tears had given him. All the regrets that Locke had weren't things that could really be repeated. His dad could not die again, and he already left the twins behind. Would he regret the things unsaid to Kendra should she die? Most likely. Death has a tendency to make people better then they were in life. He certainly would regret it with the twins, which is why in his emails to Kendra he was more open and loving when it came time for a message to his younger brother and sister. "Regrets I've had a few... but then again to few to mention..." he mumbled to himself. He wasn't entirely sold on Tarin's sagic advice. He knew who he was because of what he had to do now. It was not like he regretted being a mutant, or even exposing himself by pulling the twins out from where they had been watching a movie. And what right did Tarin have to say it wasn't right to act like the bad stuff didn't happen? The guy clearly had been trying to hide his own pain too.
"You can keep those," Locke said gesturing to Tarin's tattoos. They probably each had a purpose or a story behind it, and given how Locke had just put Tarin through the hell of talking about something painful (and vice-versa), he didn't want to risk stepping on another landmine. The topic did provide a good distraction from the thought bubbling close to the surface. "I've had enough needles in me to last the rest of my life thank you. It'll be bad enough to get them again if I have to have wisdom teeth removed. And I think the biggest mistake you could make with a tattoo is going someplace with a dirty needle."
Now that was a regret that you could take precautions against happening. "If I had any big regret though.." Locke paused and tapped the side of his soda. The whole time he was choosing not to look at Tarin in the face. "It'd be those Saturdays that we didn't spend, the places he said we'd go when I was older, but really, all the things that are left behind." Hugo sighed. "The talks we never had."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 11, 2010 16:58:06 GMT -6
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Tairn missed the kid’s mumbles, but grinned when the boy told him he could keep the tattoos. That was fine, they were a purely personal decision that had definitely felt like the right thing to do at the time. They still felt like the right thing, part of who he was. Tarin nodded his head, ”I’ve had them for fifteen years now, can’t imagine getting rid of them.”
Locke kept speaking, and Tarin laughed out loud when it got to the part about getting the tattoo somewhere with a dirty needle. The rest of it veered closely back to the topic Tarin wanted to stay away from. Apparently the wreck had been bad, Tarin shrugged, ”Wisdom teeth aren’t bad…and I got them done at a dental college. As for the tattoos…I never came out any worse for wear.”
Apparently the topic of conversation Tarin wanted to avoid was inevitable. Locke veered them back towards the subject of his father and Tarin nodded his head slowly. The spirit was still there, and he studied the man for a moment as Locke pointed out how he missed the talks that he’d never have with the man. The kid was unstable, he’d been a bit of a mess just a few minutes ago when they’d simply been talking about his father. What would seeing the man actually do? There really was only one way to find out. Tarin winced, internally and out at what he was about to do…because it was probably a horrible idea.
”What if you could talk to him again? What if I could make that happen?”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 11, 2010 18:31:22 GMT -6
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”Yeah well, I’ve got a few years before they might need to get pulled. Some people have them grow in just fine,” A strangely optimistic remark from the realist, but Locke wasn’t such a sucker for torment that he wanted to have teeth yanked out of his mouth when they hadn’t even broken through the gum lines yet. Dental work was highly violent when you think about it. The issue was not really Locke’s wisdom teeth and the future of them. It was a little distraction from the topic the two were approaching. Locke had both the power and the option to not push the matter, and the same thing could be said of Tarin. In a way it was like a train wreck. Something big and terrible was going to happen, but Locke could not turn away from it. A part of him actually wanted this conversation to continue. He was getting tired of carrying this weight on his back. Days could pass in which he was busy and Locke would hardly notice the burden he had. Slowing down made the weight’s presence known. Who knows, maybe splitting the load would make the yoke lighter.
”How can you be sure I end up the same place Dad did?” Locke asked Tarin, ”De..Dead is dead and there’s no coming back from that.” It was the first time Locke had actually used the word dead in direct relation to his father. Euphuisms, if anything, was used to talk about the state of his dad, because using them kept the pain of the word out. It also kept the twins from feeling his sorrow.
“His middle name is Nicodimus,” Hugo told Tarin, “He keeps his money in a film roll in his pocket. He’s not going to believe anything you say. What he sees though…” For a spirit Hugo was looking pretty lively. After all it isn't just those that are left behind that are lonely. "What are you going to do? Use one of those Ouija board things? Flip a deck of cards? Stare at my palm?"
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” I wouldn’t scam you.” Tarin said earnestly to the kid sitting in his recliner, ”Not about something like this.” He wasn’t offended that Lock thought this was some sort of trick, it’s what he would have thought if he didn’t know better. When someone was dead, they didn’t just come back for a conversation. It’s just not how things worked….except it was.
The Medium shook his head, ”I don’t use any of those things. Just this.” he said, tapping the side of his head, ”I won’t try to describe it, because I don’t know how it works. It’s just like everyone else’s X-gene…it does what it does and it works.”
Tarin nodded his head at the spirit when it told him the little pieces of information about Locke. ”I can make it happen if you think you can handle it…he followed you in. Told me your middle name is Nicodimus…and a couple of other things.”
Tarin took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders, ”Think about it…doesn’t even have to be today. Just let me know. He said you wouldn’t believe until you saw…but this isn’t the sort of thing you can handle until you’re ready…and you know where I am.”