The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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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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Aura had been waiting for this day for weeks, the day she began to have her blade forged. Looking over the worn sword she had obtained from one of her late friends. It would noe due to simply have it rebuilt, in fact she wanted an entirely new sword. Even she knew a sword was a weird weapon in a day of guns, but she often used one with her aura and figured many of he swings would be the same and so she would obtain a quick benefit from the weapon. If she could take less strikes to her Aura she could hold her Aura longer making her a long lasting weapon. Aura was still trying to figure out how to conceal the blade, she had a tough time in public now and with the blade she would likely get even more screams. Still she did try to avoid public ways where she could, it was just easier in the alleys whare she had become use to it.
Aura made her way through the alleyway, recalling whare the forge was. She had never gone incide, but with the wonders Meld worked on herself, she figured the blade would end up as something she could rely on. Looking up she took note of the moons light and continued across the street into the next alley. Aura watched a police car shoot by, unaware of the danger lurking so close. Waiting a few moments Aura looked out from the alley carefully and saw the cop car stopped less then fifteen yards away, having pulled some one over.
Swearing beneath her breath Aura waited, her body trembeling with the urge to attack as the slowest traffic ticket Aura had ever watched ocurred and including this one, it was the first. Fifteen minutes later the police car and the other car sped off into the night. Making her way through another alley, she exited in front of the building she wanted. Appoaching the door, Aura opened it without knocking and set the two sacks down as she closed the door behind her. Looking around she took in the new environment having never seen the incide of a forge before. SNapping back to her sences Aura pressed deeper into the room. "Meld?" SHe called into the building.
Posted by vampyremage on May 4, 2010 10:45:41 GMT -6
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When Aura had asked Meld to forge her a sword, Meld couldn't help but jump at the opportunity. She was known most for her violence and death but in those rare quiet moments in her life, she was an artist. How could she not be given that she forged all of her titanium flesh melds herself, designing them from the ground up? The sword was only the second conventional weapon she would ever create, the first having been her metal gauntlet created only a few weeks ago in order to protect the blue veined mutant hand she had acquired after the slaughter of the human isolationist cult. It would be a good opportunity to further hone her metal working skills and to design something brilliant for a good friend.
Meld had made an arrangement with a local forge owner and all around shady individual, Mikah, shortly after her entrance to the city when forging her metal arm. The arrangement was basically that the forge remain open to her use during after hours and in exchange she gave him a wad of money for its use. She got her very own forge out of the deal and he got money and the promise that she wouldn't torture himself or his family, nor would she report to the authorities some of his less than legal doings. It was a good arrangement for both parties involved and thus far she had no cause to complain.
As per usual it was night when Meld arrived, taking a taxi most of the way to her destination and offering the cab driver a generous tip. It was good to have money and after her trip to Romania, she had quite a bit saved up and when she had the money she was always generous with it if for no other reason than people were less inclined to talk if they had a pocket full of money. The remainder of the distance she walked on foot, her natural paranoia (which had a tendency to keep her alive in certain circumstances) preventing her from allowing the cab driver to actually see her destination. It was better for all parties involved that it remain secret, even if in this instance she wasn't actually doing anything illegal.
Once arrived Meld began setting up her work area, making sure the anvil was properly heated and taking stalk of her materials. Shortly after having set up she heard Aura arrive. "I'm in here," she yelled back. It should be an interesting night.
Aura heard the yell and followed it to the source, which of course filled her eyes with the gorgeous mutant form of the woman she considered her best friend. She had asked Meld for help because she did trust her as much as she did and the quality of the woman's flesh meld's meant she knew how to make quality parts as well as understand the over all purpose of the weapon. Aura had requested the weapon to make herself able to fight better, the less impacts her Aura took the better off she would be in a longer fight. SHe had toi give up the fight with stick man for that very purpose, she had somehow talked her way out of him taking her to jail.
"I was unsure what Materials cost, so i brought some money" she said completely unaware that she had brought at least ten or twenty grand. She had first decided to take the quarters but then decided they might slow her down after the ninth or tenth block. So she went with the green bills instead, she knew they had some value anyway. Aura brought the two bags over, and it was clear if one looked in the bag aura had no ide ahow much cash she really had.
Aura was also assuming most of the strikes and slashes would be the same with the sword, but also she had figured the blade would;d be an homage to her old friends and the blades they used as well. Aura was unsure how she would conceal such a blade however she often had to conceal herself anyway, or the cops would decide to be quite unkind with her. Not that she minded in most cases, but somtimes simply fighting to fight would get one killed needlessly. Being killed was fine if it was for her orders or to defend a mutant but not for simple indulgence. Becides very soon Aura, would be going on an order mission and she wanted the weapon to be ready for that day.
"SO what are you up to these days? Besides hunting down baby killers" she said referring to their last mission together. It had been glorious and the alchi guy had proven his worth. She still recalled how proud she had been when he killed a person. That had eliminated all of her worries on him and trusting him to watch their backs. Still these days she did not get to see her friend nearly as much but was glad she still had contact with her, unlike so many others she had met and lost contact with.
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Meld nodded her greeting of Aura as she wandered around getting ready for the final preparations. This was a project that she was uniquely looking forward to, not only because it was something a little out of the ordinary for her to create and she so rarely had an opportunity to indulge her creative side, but also because Aura was the only person she would consider to be a good friend. The two of them were comrades in arms, having completed a number of missions together and they had a very similar view of the world and mutants place within that world. The other woman didn't seem years younger than Meld even though she technically was, perhaps owing to her unusual childhood.
Meld looked at the money that Aura offered her and shook her head with an indulgent grin. Perhaps the next time the two of them got together for a purpose other than eliminating a human threat she would have to teach her the correct value of money. Instead she removed some of the bills, around $1000 worth and returned the rest to her friend. "That should cover expenses. You really shouldn't walk around with that much money on you. I know you can take care of yourself, but the type of attention you could attract due to that money may not be the type of attention you want to attract." Meld, of course, couldn't help but attract attention no matter where she went, but that didn't mean that Aura had to.
Meld gestured for Aura to follow her over to a table where she had the blueprint drawn up for the sword she was about to create. It was a Japanese katana, relatively simple and practical with a little ornamentation on the hilt of the blade. As much as she would have liked to make something a little more fancy, the sword was meant for killing and defense, not for looking pretty so she did what she could with that in mind.
"SO what are you up to these days? Besides hunting down baby killers"
Meld smiled, remembering the justice they had meted out with the help of Cafas. That was what she lived for. "I've been trying to get this new hand to work properly," Meld answered. "I think I'm finally starting to understand how its powers work. We should really take it on a test drive sometime, don't you think? That and I just finished creating a rather nice little gauntlet to cover it in a fight since I've lost the defense of my previous metal hand." That fact didn't hurt as much as it originally had, now that she was beginning to understand the uses of a hand that could turn on and off electronics. She gestured towards a bladed metal gauntlet sitting on the table near the blueprint. It wasn't quite as good as a proper metal hand, but it was deadly nevertheless.
"Yes, it does seem more then most people i have seen carry, but i was unsure how much it would cost and i don't normally use it anyway, i prefer the picture cards they carry" Aura said referring to their drivers license, not getting the full meaning of what Meld had meant about the cash. In truth Aura had very nearly brought the sack of quarters she had stolen from the bank, but figured it would have been to heavy to lug half way across town. "Wound the quarters have been better, i got them from the same bank" she said pointing to the bag which still had the bank logo on it as well.
"Yes originally i considered the idea of having my old friend's blade repaired, after the mortar she took, it was never the same, but i was not sure if that would honor or dishonor her memory so i decided a new blade would work better " she said recalling the fight again. It had been over before it began really, half the team was never even in the fight, killed while asleep, her Aura kept her alive. "She was a wild mutant able to see an attack before it came, i never successfully beat her" she went on recalling their many practice fights.
"A test drive? yea we could certainly do that. I can see the trade off though but on the bright side almost all of your parts are replaceable, so though it may be painful to lose one, their are always more. Still the gauntlet is a good idea" she said actually favoring the metallic hand she had before, the idea of a mutant hand made Aura unsure. Still Meld's power had a nice beauty to it that was certainly unique and could easily make her the most dangerous mutant aura could think of.
This blade would make her a better fighter and if she fought better, if she were stronger then maybe, just maybe she could prevent any of her friends from dieing again, or at least save them with her own life, the very thing she had been denied before. "I have been playing to go back to canada some time, the false memories i have been experinceiing are getting worse, and fighting all the time is no longer preventing them from blinding my eyes to the real world. I can't help but think the answers i seek are located in the ruins Miracles fortress....if it even existed or did not dissopear since it was unnaturally made of trees and the like" she said shaking her head. "I just wish i could recall clearly and understand why their are so many holes before it" she went on. Aura figured if she could tell anyone it would be meld, maybe she could help somhow, though aura did not believe anything short of going back would clear her mind.
Posted by vampyremage on May 12, 2010 11:26:38 GMT -6
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"Yes, it does seem more then most people i have seen carry, but i was unsure how much it would cost and i don't normally use it anyway, i prefer the picture cards they carry"
Meld assumed that Aura was talking about credit cards, some of which had pictures of the card holder on them, but then again with Aura one could never be entirely certain. As much as Meld liked and respected the other woman, she was a little bit strange sometimes. She had never asked the details of her past, but had gotten the impression that it had been unusual to say the least and knew it involved a great deal of fighting and death in the forest.
"Wound the quarters have been better, i got them from the same bank"
Meld barely managed to restrain a snort of laughter but didn't even bother to hide her grin of amusement. "The bills were definitely the right choice. Quarters aren't worth very much." She paused, trying to think of an example that her younger friend would be able to understand. "With a handful of quarters you might be able to buy yourself a small meal. With a handful of $1 bills, you might be able to buy yourself a whole day's worth of food. Larger bills go up from there." She wasn't sure if she had gotten her point across or not, never having had to explain money values before, but at least she had tried. Besides, it wasn't as if Aura hadn't been taking care of herself perfectly fine until now.
As Aura continued speaking, Meld began heating the forge in preparation for actually creating her bladed work of art. Coals were put into the furnace and the anvil and tools used in the forging process were double checked. The heat was likely to make most people uncomfortable, but when one didn't have any sense of touch one wasn't able to feel heat either. She wasn't sure that it made up for the lack of being able to feel things, but it certainly helped.
"I have been playing to go back to canada some time, the false memories i have been experinceiing are getting worse, and fighting all the time is no longer preventing them from blinding my eyes to the real world. I can't help but think the answers i seek are located in the ruins Miracles fortress....if it even existed or did not dissopear since it was unnaturally made of trees and the like. I just wish i could recall clearly and understand why their are so many holes before it"
"Funny you should mention Canada," Meld answered. "I've recently come into the knowledge that my sister, who I thought was dead, is actually alive and being held in an insane asylum." It was a difficult thing for Meld to talk about and she struggled to keep the emotion out of her voice. The death of her sister was something she blamed herself for, even though it hadn't been her hand that had struck the fatal blow, she was the one that was supposed to have been able to protect her. To find out that she was still alive was a shock to say that least. "If you need a hand up in Canada, I'd be happy to come with you. I know I could use the support when I go to see my sister." It was a hard thing to admit, that she wasn't as emotionally untouchable as she liked others to believe.
"i see, well in any case their sure is a lot of it" she said thinking of the cash she had acquired both from banks and from the wallets she had been keeping. Aura gathered however that few people would likely want the quarters if Meld did not, Meld in large part was made of metal after all. Aura never bought food, most of what she gotten was stolen or obtained by whoever she was serving at the time. She considered mentioning this but before she did something far more interesting peeked her interest, Canada.
"Hmm with any luck it is not the same people whom i fought with miracle and the others. For her sake anyway, part of me wishes it is, so i can have vengeance. I will gladly aide you in freeing your sister and lending whatever aide i can to ensure her safety, whoever may hold her. No Mutant should ever be held by Humans" Aura said coldly recalling the tender mercies of the humans who held her. She had been Held in America at least she thought so anyway.
Aura watched as her friend prepared the materials needed for her blade, it seemed she would get to test out her blade sooner then she had hoped. Reaching onto her backpack she took something attached to it to show meld, Aura showed a very battered word, which would obviously be useles sin combat, the blade was heavily chipped and dried blood coated much of it giving it a dull crimson tint. " I still recall prying my friends severd hand from this, she woke up just as the mortar struck her stomach" she said recalling the event very vividly.
"Yur offer of help is appreciated as i have no idea what i may encounter, the people i once fought. They were quite well armed for humans, favoring automatics. Still when they could they would try and take us alive, like they did with my ward From what i can recall he was wounded and i was unable to end his life to prevent his capture. I believe they found us by torturing him for information so they knew when our guard would be lowered and where our base was. After the base was attacked and everyone else was killed i found my ward and killed him, although in many of my memories he is alive and i can't quite recall his powers which is....disturbing" she said relating what she had peiced together from her mostly shattered memories. It was the order of events she had chose to beleive anyway. "Miracle and the immortal prophet solkat kept computer equipment which im hoping i can find, they kept detailed records no one else was allowed to see" she said not ebleiving it to be starnge but thinking the events that really happened might be there.
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Meld was a little disappointed to see the state of the old blade that her friend had brought to show her, though she didn't let the disappointment show. Blades were artful implements of death and should be treated as treasured instruments, cared for just as anything of value should be cared for. "When I've finished with your sword you will need to care for it, treat it as something of value. If you treat it right, this blade will be with you for years, perhaps until we see the mutant utopia we're both working so hard to achieve. Treat it as you would a treasured companion and it will never let you down." A sword may not be a flesh meld, but it was still something beautiful, valuable and deadly.
"Hmm with any luck it is not the same people whom i fought with miracle and the others. For her sake anyway, part of me wishes it is, so i can have vengeance. I will gladly aide you in freeing your sister and lending whatever aide i can to ensure her safety, whoever may hold her. No Mutant should ever be held by Humans"
"Thank you," Meld said simply. Nothing else really needed to be said. Aura was a good friend to offer to help, even though she didn't technically know whether or not her sister was a mutant. She had heard somewhere that it ran in families and knowing her parents, it woudln't surprise her one bit to find out that they had stashed their daughter away in some institute the moment they discovered she was more than human. It probably would have been Meld's fate, had she stuck around to find out. As she conversed, she began hammering out the crude piece of metal that would soon become the elegant katana. It would be something perfectly suited to her, a unique weapon to be sure. Slowly a shape began to form from the chunk of metal.
"I don't like guns much," Meld stated with a shudder, in reply to Aura's story. "But you know I'll help in whatever way I can. Humans of that nature deserve to die and all the better if their deaths can bring you some measure of peace. The question is, how would we go about finding them? My sister was easy to find because there were records of her existence, but a human cult?" She wondered if her underworld connections might have some insight in a group like the one Aura had described and made a mental note to ask them. It was the least she could do, really.
"I understand, this blade however is special as it is one of the few things from my past i still have and can trust. It was nicer, but that mortar took a lot out of it. She slept with the sword at her side, so when the blast struck her stomach, well, i had to pry her severed hand from it" she said recalling the event well. That final incident wa sone of the things she was sure had actually happened. "Somehow it landed becide me when our barricks fell on me" she went on. "It's why i chose to have a new one made, but yes i will treasure the blade as if it were apart of my own flesh, after all i am gooing to depend on it in battile, so f it breaks it could certainly be an issue" she said understanding where Meld was comming from when talking about the care of the blade.
"No, we don't want to find the cult, we simply do not have the numbers for that, my goal is Miracle bunker. If my memory is correct it should still be in one piece with her personal computer equipment in it. She recorded everything in the base camp, those records were forbidden to us while she was still alive, but with her death, her orders no longer hold. With any luck, we can avoid the cult entirely. Even the Order might have trouble against them with their access to military technology" she said pretty sure that even the entire order would be unable to compete with.
"In any case it should be an interesting journey" she said thinking to herself about what Melds sister might be like. SHe hooped the girl would not be to scarred by whatever experiences she had. Aura was unsure what the phacillity Meld mentioned was but she hoped it was kinder then the one she had gone to. She watched as Meld prepared the equipment for the blade with intrest, it was a much diffrent craft then her own and in many ways mor euseful as you could make harder materials.
Posted by vampyremage on May 20, 2010 20:55:34 GMT -6
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Meld listened, fascinated, as Aura spoke about her past. It was the most she had ever heard about her friend's life history before and it explained a lot about her. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to have such a life at such a young age. Meld's own childhood had been relatively normal except, perhaps, that she was more driven and serious than other children of her age group. It hadn't taken a turn for the worst until after she had finished high school and was forced to deviate from normalcy due to her mutation and her own will to survive. If she had been a different person she would have offered some words of sympathy and perhaps a conciliatory hug, but she wasn't that sort of person. Relatively normal childhood or not, years of living a life of crime and violence had stripped away any vestiges of kindness and sympathy she once had. As it was, her sympathy lay in the acts she did for her friend and in the sword she was making her.
"You need to learn more about your past?" The hammer continued to fall upon the molten piece of metal and every so often Meld put the half-formed sword back into the furnace to heat the metal to red hot once again so that it could be further shaped. It was good that Aura didn't seem to be significantly affected by the heat of the place.
"Sometimes I wish I could forget my past." Aura had opened up to her so it seemed right that Meld should open up in turn. "The hatred my parents expressed against mutants on a daily basis was enough to make you sick. The worst thing is, had I not discovered I was a mutant I might have turned out just like them; fearful and bigoted in my prejudice." It was something she had never admitted to another living being before. "Sometimes I regret that I even allowed them to live. Sometimes I think that I should have killed them. Maybe I still will one day, especially if I discover they locked my sister up because she was a mutant. Surely that's justification enough to end someone's life?"
Meld wondered if the act of killing family, no matter how justified, would be the final act in her downhill decline? How could one not be a monster if they killed their own parents, no matter the reason? That had been the single most important reason she hadn't killed them the last time she had seen them and instead chose merely to leave on her own terms.
"The importent thing though is that you are you and you turned out to be the wonderful person you are. Your past is part of what forged you into that person a sit does to each of us. The Important part is that you saw past your parents foolish nature and rose above it" Aura said believing their pasts were important parts of them and that had events ocurred otherwise things may have turned them into different people. "Their are few people i trust more then you these days, had either of our pasts been different we may have never been friends or worse never have met" she went n trying to show even a bad past had possatives to it.
"If you question letting your family live then think of it and if you feel killing them to be a just cause of action then do so. If i knew my own parents and could find them i might very well do the same. From the sound of it though your parents seem no better then those we have killed many times before." She said thinking about it, een as she decided to sit down and watch Meld as she worked, it really was fascinating to watch.
"Miracle told me that parents are those who love and care about you, and those who do not do that, even if they gave birth to you, are no parents at all. That our families are forged from those who love us and those who would fall defending us. She also parents must be willing to love their children no matter what they did or ended up like" She said her voice taking ona tone that made it obvious she had heard and repeated the line many times.
Posted by vampyremage on May 22, 2010 21:18:16 GMT -6
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Aura certainly knew how to make Meld feel better. She had such a unique and refreshing perspective on the world. While some might not be able to appreciate it, Meld could. She knew a little something of how her friend had been raised now, understood a little more about why some things were beyond her, such as the concept of currency. But even with such minor handicaps her perspective on the world was amazingly different than anyone else she had ever met. She had been raised, as far as Meld could tell, in large part away from society at large and that caused her to be so very different from those around her. No one could see things quite the way that Aura did and she was fairly certain that few others besides herself could really appreciate that. Few others could see beyond the tendency for violence.
"When I was human I think my parents loved me," Meld said thoughtfully. "They treated me like an important daughter, kept me fed and clothed and indulged my passion for martial arts. But when I became a mutant I died in their eyes. Or maybe it was a fate worse than death for them, I became some sort of horrible leper never to even be acknowledged as their daughter. But if they aren't my parents anymore than who are? There's no one except you and Abyss that care if I live or die anymore." Except maybe Pluto but that was still too new and too confusing to be sure. "You two and our mutual cause are what keep me going."
The sword was actually beginning to look like a sword. The blade was beginning to take on the shape that a blade should be. While still rough around the edges and while it would still serve more as a blunt weapon than a clean cutting one, its final form was beginning to show through. By this point there was a distinct difference between the hilt of the weapon and the blade itself.
"Then that means that we are your family, as you are mine and that your old human parents are no more family then the mailman who delivers mail to sanctuary" Aura said simply. Her view on it really was that simple, family were just the ones who cared about you even if those people did not give birth to you. "I view you and abyss as family, as i did syn before she passed away" she said honestly. She was still quite upset she had failed to guard syn, as was her job.
"That is why, i would easily put my life on the line to aide you where i can, we share a cause and i can rely on you to have my back. WHat more does one need, other then a cuase and friends and family to support them and the cause?" she asked though the question was never intended to have an actual answer. "Family can be painful as sometimes we lose them but they are needed anyway, as we can not do everything alone" she went on with how she felt about
She watched the sword take shape, fascinated by the process of the craft. "You must have worked very hard to be able to do this" she said even as she wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. She wished her Aura agve her protection from heat and cold but as Frosty has tought her, it did not. "It must have taken some time to learn the craft" she went on watching even as she moved abit back from the table to slightly more comfertable position. "Oh i am actually related to abyss now, he adopted me so i had legittament status in america, although with my record im not sure it helps much" she said honestly, realizeing her record went beound forgiveable even for a minor.
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"You have a way with words," Meld told Aura with a fond smile. She wiped a trickle of blood off of her brow and continued her work. Just because she couldn't actually feel the heat of the forge, didn't mean that her body wasn't aware of it. She still sweated just like a normal person and the sweat could still seep down into her eyes and cause problems that way. She just couldn't feel the sensation of the heat that caused the body's involuntarily reaction to sweat.
"I've been alone for what feels like half my life. I know its only really been a few years, but it feels like longer. The moment I discovered I was a mutant everything changed, and I do mean everything. My entire life was gone in that one instant and I had to learn to survive completely on my own. I got involved in some pretty shady dealings back then." Shady dealings that had helped shape her into who she was today. Her survival instinct had kicked in and she had done what was necessary to survive and although she lived a couple of years in desperation and near poverty, in the end she had even managed to prosper. "Its good to feel like I have someone I can turn to, someone I can consider to be my family."
Meld lapsed into silence briefly as she worked on a particularly delicate part of the sword, before resuming her speech. "Congratulations on the adoption." They were words she truly meant. "I've been drawing and sculpting since I was a kid. That and my martial arts were my two driving passions at the time. Metal work came later and I didn't truly come into it in a big way until I started making flesh melds. Then I just kind of learned as I went along, trial and error. I'm thinking of creating a ranged flesh meld next to compensate for my lack of ranged weaponry. I think I've got some ideas, at least for close range. What do you think?" She was the one person who would really understand tactical based questions.
Aura could feel for her friend, things had been much the same from what she recalled. Her Life had changed entirely upon fining out she was a mutant from what she could only hope was a caring home, to being locked away in a cage. HAd their been an accident yes, had she been angry again yes, though the reason escaped her, she ahd no idea she was a mutant when her powers came to life or even how to use them. The humans had not cared at all, nor had they cared why the mutants began attacking them, instead they just attacked and Aura fought back with the aide of those around her.
"Thank you" she said of the adoption, Aura at the time had been unsure what the process was her own view of family was fluid as people could betray you and thus no longer be family. Still She saw Abyss as her leader and threw him followed Lori. "I see, well it was a good craft to learn considering your mutation, my bone craft was much the same hours of practice every day, it was how miracle showed me how to focus my powers" she said.
"A ranged attack would be good, i have searched for one myself, maybe you could try some kind of fire arm or even a retractable electrified cable" she said offering idea's both of which she had considered herself but found them impracticable. Aura could use a gun but did not have the training or practice to sue it well and the other while it sounded cool was impracticle for her as she did not the technicle knolage on how to make anything like it. The other option she liked less, take one froma mutant that had a ranged power. "The easyier option would be to take a mutant hand that could do so but, i can't say im fond of that plan" she admitted.