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.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 18, 2010 22:14:49 GMT -6
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It was a perfect summer day for long-sleeved shirt enthusiasts. The cloud cover was just thick enough to stop the sun from making one uncomfortably warm, but not so dark that it foretold rain. Where there was a break in the clouds, the ray of light that shone through was refracted by the moisture in the air; the result was a number of golden columns of light over the city. A young Sanctuary resident armed with a sketchbook and pencil had decided that this was a good omen for cartographers and adventurers such as herself.
Kaitlyn hadn't set foot outside of the Sanctuary for weeks; the girl had acquired an intense fear of getting lost and being unable to return to the Sanctuary. Of all the things that had happened during her last visit to the outside world, she decided that getting lost in the city was the worst. Not knowing how to return to the Sanctuary was one of the worst fates imaginable.
So, why would she step outside the home that she feared losing so much? Boredom. One can only stay indoors for so long before getting incredibly bored, especially if one is nine years old. Yet nobody wanted to take Kaitlyn to one of the parks, or any other public place for that matter, probably because of her mutation. Without a chauffeur or a chaperon, yet wanting to go outside anyway while not getting lost, the girl devised an excellent plan: explore and make a hand-drawn map of the area near the Sanctuary.
Laws concerning unattended minors on the street were obviously not made for mutants. She could handle herself. If something threatened her, she could just blow it up, and she would be safe. At least, this was her theory.
Several blocks south of the Sanctuary, the girl was marking a pizzeria on her map when she perceived a threat in the form of an inconsiderate taxi-driver's horn. Reaction came before thought.
KRAH-POOM
All nearby windows were shattered by the blast. The offending taxi slid into oncoming traffic, resulting in a somewhat minor five-car accident. Nearby humans didn't seem to be hurt too badly. And this was okay. She had been told that humans were less important than mutants, that their lives were worth less than mutants'. That's why it had been okay for Aura to kill those people in the flower shop.
But she had spent weeks trying not to think about that. She wasn't going to start again now.
When Kaitlyn's ears stopped ringing, she decided that it would be best to calmly walk away from the chaos that she had caused. Right back to the Sanctuary. She could think about this later. React later. She knew that policemen like to pay attention to crying, unattended children, and so she didn't want to be one of those. The kid just hoped nobody would notice that she was responsible.
Several people understood what happened perfectly. One man acted on it.
His name was Geoffrey Davis. He had already left the suicide note for his family. He had already bought the handgun that he intended to take to the Sanctuary. His plan: gun down the sub-humans in the Sanctuary until one of them managed to kill him. He would be doing the world a favor; he would be leaving one shining gem of meaning at the end of a life which he believed was otherwise meaningless. Mutants are a disease on this planet, abominations whose very existence is unquestionably the work of the devil and a threat to humanity itself, be they big, hulking monsters or deceptively cute little demons.
Geoffrey drew his pistol from his pocket. He didn't intend to start his martyrdom this early, but the more he thought about it, the better of an opportunity this was. If she could do what she just did at this age, imagine what she could do when she grew up!
If there was one good thing about New York's mutant infestation, it was the relaxation on the city's gun control. This way, good god-fearing American humans such as himself could have an edge over the vermin that they were forced to live with. Bang! He took his first shot, and it was just a bit too far to the left to touch the mutant.
PA-BOOM
This blast was even worse than the first. Gunshot must've scared the little menace. Now she was seriously injuring even more humans. More of his kind. He lowered his weapon to take another shot.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 19, 2010 10:52:58 GMT -6
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Meld was frustrated and confused after her very recent and very turbulent confrontation with Hunter, Lori and Aura. She had thought she had finally come to terms with her memory loss, thought that Lori and Aura had been completely honest with her in helping her to settle back into her life and helping to, ever so slowly, regain what was lost. And she was regaining what was lost, one tiny little fragment at a time, though the process was agonizing in its pace. A tiny moment of recognition here, one more piece of a scattered puzzle there. The bulk of the last three years of her life still remained gone, nothing more than cobwebs in her mind.
When Meld had returned to Sanctuary on the fateful day in which her memory was wiped, the first solid memory she currently had, Lori and Lenna had seemed like a godsend. They were her family, members of The Order in which she was a part of, there to help her in her time of greatest need just as she would surely do for them were the situation reversed. She'd had no reason to doubt there sincerity, no reason not to trust them. Then there was Aura, who had helped fill in so many of the blanks in her life, explained about the many missions they had gone on together in support of the mutant cause. Those missions she could corroborate, at least in spirit, with her own fragmented memories. There hadn't been any reason to doubt any of it, not really. Life had gone on as best as it was able given the situation.
Then everything changed. Meld and Aura had gone on a crusade to destroy a church full of anti-mutant bigots who were organizing anti-mutant protests. Everything started out very well and many people not deserving of life died that day. Everything should have continued to go well and would have if not for the sudden appearance of a vampire calling himself Hunter, a vampire that apparently knew Meld. It wasn't even the fact that he was stronger and faster than both herself and Aura or the fact that he had forced them to leave with the job only half done, it was what happened afterward, back at Sanctuary. Not only did Hunter know Meld but he said that she had come to him for help, that she had left the Order and was trying to reform her violent, murderous ways. She should have been able to dismiss him as a liar out for his own ends, but she couldn't and because she couldn't it brought everything that she had come to believe since returning to Sanctuary's golden gates into question.
When Meld was conflicted, and she had never been more conflicted than she was now, she typically dealt with it in two ways. The first was to hurt people, though perhaps that wasn't how it always was. The thrill of bringing pain and death to others was a rush like no other, almost an addiction and the fact of that addiction was one of the reasons she simply couldn't just dismiss Hunter's words. The second was safer, although sometimes led to the first. The second was merely to be alone in the city, to walk and think and hopefully resolve something within her own mind. She didn't intend to return to Sanctuary until things made more sense than they did currently.
Because Meld didn't want the former to occur, she decided to remain close to Sanctuary. There were reasons why it was safer for her to walk closer to the place she still called home, though for how much longer she wasn't certain. Reasons that, mainly, had to do with the fact that humans knew it was dangerous to antagonize mutants in the area and in her present state of mind it would be very very dangerous for someone to antagonize her. Even not desiring the death of anyone, she wasn't certain that she could fight her addiction in her present state of mind. She wasn't entirely certain that she wanted to. Still, it was better by far that she remain in a relatively safe area.
KRAH-POOM
Or perhaps safe was a matter of perspective. Hearing the explosion go off and knowing how many mutants lived in the area, Meld ran to see what was going on. The protection and assistance of mutants was her cause and her responsibility, if she wasn't able to assist them than she wasn't good fr much of anything. All of the killing, it had been in the support of her chosen cause and that cause mutants.
Bang!
The scene that Meld came upon horrified her. A crazy man stood, pointing a gun at a little girl. He was, she could only assume, the one who had caused the bang and, a moment later, she came to the realization that the little girl was the one who had caused the initial explosion as another PA-BOOM ripped through the area. It took only a moment to grasp what was going on. Something had startled the child causing her exposition to go off and cause a minor car pile up. The man had taken offense to a mutant causing destruction, even if it was obvious that the destruction had been an accident and the mutant was only a child, and decided to take things into his own hands by trying to kill her. The man was the worst kind of human, the kind that least deserved to continue to live.
Meld growled, not even pausing to think of what actions she should take. This man, this human, was trying to kill a mutant and not only a mutant but a mutant child. All thoughts of reforming her violence fled her mind, as with all thoughts of who could be trusted and who may or may not be lying to her. All that mattered was this monster's death and, given that she was a monster also but a monster who was put towards a purpose, she was to be the one to end it.
The man didn't have a chance to react, didn't have a chance to so much as turn and aim his gun at her. In an instant Meld began running, faster than any mere human could move, and was upon him. Her tail plunged into his neck and a geisure of blood erupted from the wound. He would be dead from the loss of blood in less than a minute and his life was inconsequential anyway. The important thing was to help the mutant child. "We need to get you to safety," Meld extended a hand, her mutant hand with the glowing blue veins, for the girl to take. She didn't stop to consider that she had just murdered a man in cold blood right in front of the girl and quite possibly scarred her mind forever. Death was an every day occurrence for her and had long since lost its impact. At least her concern for the girl meant she hadn't really had a chance to enjoy this one. This one was just business.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 20, 2010 1:51:25 GMT -6
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Eyes flew to the origin of the gunshot. Those still able to stand tried to run away. The number of those still conscious and able to move, though, had gotten fewer and fewer with each explosion. They only had a few minor injuries from it, though. Rest assured.
Kaitlyn was able to spot the shooter in spite of her blurred vision. She was frozen in place, unable to even think about what she should do. That guy shot at me. He's trying to shoot me. Those were the only thoughts that her mind was able to process.
With a dash and a flick of its tail, another mutant put a quick stop to that. When the child's vision cleared, she got a good look at the red puddle on the sidewalk, and the bizarre-looking mutant who put it there.
>>"We need to get you to safety,"
This was all too much for the kid to process at once. She glanced at the late gunner, and at the dark red on the end of the mutant's bladed, metallic tail. At the chaos that the blasts left in their wake. At this lady's glowy-veined hand. Safety sounded like a good thing. The strange, luminescent hand soon held the child's.
This woman must have just saved the kid's life. Thus, Kaitlyn wasn't going to cry about any of this in front of her. Not about the death of the gunner, whose grisly fate at the lady's metal hands was entirely justified by his unjustifiable actions. Not about the people who Kaitlyn had hurt earlier; they were just regular humans, and normal humans just weren't as important as mutants. They didn't really matter, and they were nothing to get upset over. Her eyes were just watering a little because her allergies were really bad. Stupid allergies might be giving people the wrong idea about this.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 20, 2010 9:48:19 GMT -6
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Why did there have to be so much hatred in the world? Why did humans have to lash out at anything they didn't fully understand and weren't able to fully control? Why, most of all, must that hatred manifest itself in the attempted murder of an innocent child? In the moments that she waited for the little girl to take her hand, those were the thoughts going through Meld's head. What must it be like to grow up in a world in which you were a mutant child? Her own childhood had been relatively normal, human. This child was not so lucky as that.
Meld could see the humans milling around in confusion. She didn't bother to count the injured, but knew there were quite a few of them. None of the injuries looked serious, at least at first glance, aside from the man she had killed. The man who had earned his death by the simple fact of trying to kill a child. Nothing could justify an action like that, absolutely nothing.
Meld knew that they didn't have a lot of time before people started acting. After a crisis there was always a minute or two of confusion, while people tried to make sense of what had happened to decide what to do about it. After that minute or two people would begin to formulate plans and well reasoned plans could be dangerous, especially in the middle of a potentially dangerous mob of humans with no backup. Their minute or two of safety was quickly running out and when that happened not only were cops a likelihood, but it was also not out of the realm of possibility that people would start attacking. Funny how vehemently they defended their own.
"No one tries anything and no one has to get hurt," Meld stated coldly, her voice showing no hint of emotion at all. "All I want is to get the girl to safety and then you can tend your own." She began walking, urging the little girl forward with her. Her tail eye remained trained on the mob, swiveling back and forth to prevent anyone from catching her unaware. It would probably be to much to ask for to get back to Sanctuary without any further trouble.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 20, 2010 23:02:47 GMT -6
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>>"No one tries anything and no one has to get hurt. All I want is to get the girl to safety and then you can tend your own."
She had adressed them as if they were all a coherent group of mutant-hating bigots. Jake flicked his forked tongue at her in contempt, distracted for a moment from the cellphone in his beige, scaly hand. This freakin' city. Freakin' nutjob humans were always wanting to wipe out mutants, and freakin' nutjob mutants were always killing off everyone else. At least this freakin' nutjob can-opener was doing something vaguely decent for a change, instead of giving their "kind" a bad name. Funny how vehemently each group of nutjobs would defend their own.
Kneeling by his human fiance's unconscious form, his free hand ran through her dark hair, coming out with just a little bit of red on his fingertips. He hoped a 9-1-1 operator would just pick up his damn call already.
Kaitlyn was under her fellow mutant's protection. That was reassuring, given their situation: apparently, the dying gunner wasn't the only one here who meant her harm. This made the girl feel marginally less bad about her earlier accidents. If they were all bad people who wanted to hurt her, they all deserved what they got. She took a backwards glance as she walked, catching glimpses of the snake-man who knelt by the unconscious woman, and of another man holding his broken leg in agony. Nobody deserved to get hurt like this. What she had done, it was horrible, even if it was an accident.
No, it isn't horrible, she told herself. It was just an accident. They're just normal humans, and they'll be okay later anyway. And they deserved it, because they're bad and they probably want to hurt me now.
There were more important things to think about right now, like etiquette. This woman just killed somebody to save her, and now they were going somewhere safe. And Kaitlyn could trust this stranger to take her somewhere safe. The lady at least deserved a 'thank you.'
Kaitlyn dried her eyes with the sleeve of her free arm, then looked up at her saviour. "Th... thanks," she squeaked.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 21, 2010 11:27:08 GMT -6
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A blink of her tail eye showed Meld the snake mutant complete with disapproving look. She knew there were a great number of mutants that disagreed with her actions if not her philosophies. Little did they realize that she was doing everything for them in order to better their lives and the lives of their children. There was a place for the pacifists and the idealists, a place for those who preferred negotiation over action and she would never deny that. However, the sooner they realized that there was also a place for those willing to do what was necessary, including the taking of a life, the sooner the mutant cause would be furthered.
"Th... thanks,"
Meld nodded down to the girl, not paying a whole lot of attention. What was important at that exact moment was ensuring that no one came from behind and tried to interfere in their escape. Once they made it safely to Sanctuary then she would have more time for the girl and not a moment before. Luckily, everyone seemed preoccupied with dealing with the myriad of minor wounds that the girl had unwittingly caused, leaving little in the way of time to deal with the two of them.
"What happened?" Meld asked the girl. They were far enough away from the chaos by that time that she was beginning to relax, just a little. Her tail still blinked every few moments to ensure that no one was trying to follow them but they seemed to be outside of the worst of the chaos. It seemed to be safe enough to get a better idea of the situation at hand. Although she had some idea of the events that had led to their current situation, it would be better to hear it from the girl's mouth directly.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 21, 2010 21:32:41 GMT -6
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They were moving northeast along Ninth Avenue, which is the road they had to follow from here to get back to the Sanctuary. At least, that's what the kid's hand-scribbled map said. Kaitlyn had been sure to keep track of how to get back to the Sanctuary from any given point on her hand-drawn map. That was a very important thing to keep track of. So was the presence of bad guys. The girl looked over her shoulder again, to check if anyone was following them. Her protector had seemed to be worried about someone following them and "trying something" earlier. Perhaps because they were fleeing from a place known to be full of bad guys. She made a mental note to circle that area on her map and write "BAD GUYS" there in big letters. It could save somebody's life some day.
>>"What happened?"
Kaitlyn spent a few seconds giving the lady a blank look. Then she turned to look forward, and kept looking that way as she spoke.
"I was over there, making this map," she began in monotone, her free hand holding the pencil-scribbled map up for her protector to see, "when that taxi-cab startled me with its horn. I'm a mutant, and I kinda... I blow up when I get startled like that. So I blew up. Then I was just trying to go home... and..." Her voice trailed off. Somebody was shooting at her. The other mutant probably knew that much already; that was why she'd stabbed him in the neck. You don't just stab people in the neck for no reason.
The kid stared forward, off into the distance. You don't just shoot people for no reason, either. Kaitlyn tried to come up with a reason as to why the guy would be shooting at her. Her efforts were in vain.
This part of the street bridged over something that looked like an above-ground subway station. Nobody was using it, though. The subway-cars for it were under this part of the bridge, and they looked almost as old as the tracks that they were supposed to go around on. Kaitlyn had gone down to inspect the strange site earlier, and had marked it on her map as a landmark. She tried to distract herself by thinking about the old station. It was nicer to think about this than about getting shot at for no reason.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 21, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -6
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Meld nodded as the little girl made her description of the situation. She had expected that it might have been something like that but it was good to have the confirmation. She wasn't certain if she was more angry at the ignorance of humans in dealing with mutant children, or the overt hatred of many humans. A child should not, under any circumstances, have to deal with such things.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Meld assured the girl. Every step they took was a step closer to safety. They weren't far from Sanctuary now. "It was wrong of that man to react as he did, wrong of him to try and shoot you. He didn't understand that you didn't mean to do what you did." That and he was probably fueled by a hatred of mutants like so many humans but she didn't want to burden the girl with any more than she had all ready been forced to deal with that day.
"You do need to learn to control your powers, however," Meld informed the kid, trying to be as gentle with her words as she was able to. Which wasn't a skill she was very familiar with. "So that things like this don't happen in the future. I know it wasn't your fault, but its dangerous to have your powers go off like that, to yourself and to others. Do you have a teacher?" Controlling powers was something Meld only had a small amount of experience with. The nature of her own powers made control a rather less important issue than with many powers, a matter of learning to fully utilize new limbs and senses rather than making sure powers didn't go off on their own. Her mutant hand had, when she first gotten it, had a tendency to short out electronic devices but that was the sum of her experiences controlling strange powers. Still, it didn't take much to realize its import in a situation like the child's.
"Do you have a name?" The golden gates of Sanctuary finally came into view and Meld couldn't have been more relieved. She didn't exactly have a lot of experience dealing with children. Hopefully there would be someone to help with the mutant girl.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 22, 2010 18:19:10 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn heard the lady's assurances, but she didn't really listen to them. On some level, she thought that the dead guy may have actually had a good reason to shoot at her. With all the people she'd hurt back there...
The kid tried not to think about it. If she didn't think, then she wouldn't feel as guilty. The lady kept talking, though, telling her about
>>"...Do you have a teacher?"
"Yeah. Ms. Cook. She's this mutant lady who looks kinda like a bird. She just teaches me school stuff, though, 'cause the only mutant thing she knows how to do is act like a bird." That didn't really answer the lady's question, though; she was probably asking about a person who could help her learn how to use her power. The child didn't want to mention Calley, though. Even though he tried to teach her once, it ended badly for him, and even worse for the laundry room. He was probably kinda mad at her after that. Or maybe he was afraid of her. Kaitlyn couldn't tell.
"I can kinda control my power, though," she was sure to add. "I can use it on purpose, but I just can't stop myself from doing it accidentally."
>>"Do you have a name?"
"Yeah, it's Kaitlyn. Do you have one?"
And there was the Sanctuary. The kid decided that she wasn't going to be leaving it again any time soon.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 23, 2010 10:56:49 GMT -6
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Meld nodded attentively, listening to the girl speak. She recalled seeing a bird lady around Sanctuary and it was something of a surprise to realize that that was where the girl, Kaitlyn, lived. She knew first hand that life as a mutant could be hard, especially if said mutant happened to blow things up randomly, but what must have happened to force her to a place like Sanctuary? Sanctuary may have been home but it was no place for a little girl. Surely the Mansion would be a better place for her, not only because it actually had children but also because it had teachers to teach those children how to control their powers.
"My name's Meld." Meld ushered the girl inside, closing the door behind her. "I'm glad to hear that you're learning to control your power. The more you use it the less often you'll find it going off by itself. It takes time and practice, but it will happen." At least she hoped that was true, for the sake of the child. Usually that was the case, but she could remember hearing about mutants who never learned to completely control their powers. What must life be like for them? She didn't want that for the 9 year old.
"Kaitlyn, do you live here? Have you ever heard of a place called The Mansion?" Meld ushered the girl into the kitchen where she proceeded to go through the freezer, searching for some ice cream. She remembered when she was a child how much she loved the stuff and her sister as well, so hopefully Kaitlyn would feel the same way.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 24, 2010 15:54:37 GMT -6
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There was some relief to be had when Meld closed the door behind them. Kaitlyn recalled that the word "sanctuary" basically meant "safe place." It could also mean "holy or sacred place," but that didn't really make much sense any more since they tore down the cathedral. Still, this didn't make the Sanctuary any less safe. Safety was the important thing, here. People didn't shoot at her in the Sanctuary. Well, Mr. Pruitt had threatened to shoot people before, possibly even her.
She tried not to think about that.
The girl considered Meld's remark about controlling her power, even though she didn't visibly respond to it. Practice sounded like a good thing in that it might help her gain more control, but what if she hurt somebody while she was practicing? What if she accidentally made the Sanctuary collapse in on itself? The risks just seemed too high, greatly overshadowing the benefits.
Did she live here in the Sanctuary? "Yeah."
Did she ever hear of a place called the Mansion? "No."
When Meld started rummaging through the freezer, Kaitlyn sat on the floor and leaned against the wall next to it, pulling her knees towards her chest. The child hadn't realized until then how tired her legs were. She stared at the wall and tried not to think.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 25, 2010 10:44:00 GMT -6
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Ice cream was found in the freezer and Meld put a large amount into a bowl for Kaitlyn. One never knew what one would find in the Sanctuary kitchen. There were so many people living there that food, especially good food like ice cream, tended to disappear rather quickly. She also made herself up a bowl, although a little smaller of one. Sitting down, she handed Kaitlyn her bowl. Unfortunately ice cream was just about the sum of her knowledge of children.
"Kaitlyn, I'm going to level with you here." Meld had the vague idea that this wasn't how you were supposed to talk to a child but it was the only way she knew how to talk. Hopefully she didn't scare the kid too much, but certain things needed to be said, no matter how scary they might be to a little girl. It was better she know the truth and the risks, rather than be taken completely unprepared.
"Many of the mutants in Sanctuary are dangerous and not all of them are so willing to protect children. You said yourself that your powers sometimes go off on their own and that can be dangerous too. I know people in the Mansion." At least she had some vague memories of knowing people at the Mansion but no need to mention that bit of information. "You need help and training and there are those there that can help you. I'm sure you could continue to live here, but you need help and that's the best place to go to get it. If you want, I can speak to some people and try to get you the help and training you need."
Meld had absolutely no idea if her words had gotten through to the girl or not. Maybe she should bribe her with sweets if she agreed to train her powers? She thought she remembered her parents bribing herself and her sister on occasion when they weren't behaving properly.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 25, 2010 20:49:02 GMT -6
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Meld's giving me ice cream. Kaitlyn took notice of this as if it was nothing special. It was special, though. Ice cream often wasn't readily available in the Sanctuary. This was a real treat. Normally, the kid would give a bright, grateful smile and a happy "Thank you!" to anyone who offered her something this wonderful, especially if there weren't any strings attached to the offer. With all of the things that Meld had done for her today, such gestures were probably more than called for.
"Thanks," she said in monotone before directing her attention towards her bowl. Today, she wasn't in the mood to even fake happiness.The child ate her ice cream in silence as the mutant lady spoke, taking in the words but not really thinking about them.
>>"...If you want, I can speak to some people and try to get you the help and training you need."
The young mutant used her spoon to poke at the contents of her bowl and disinterestedly observed the indentations that each poke made in the cream. "Sure," the child said noncommittally. Kaitlyn didn't stop to truly consider what the lady said; she didn't feel very strongly about it, anyway.
Each spoonful of ice cream made her feel slightly less numb.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 27, 2010 13:16:51 GMT -6
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While Kaitlyn wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the ice cream, at least she was eating it and seemed to be appreciating it. Children were so much more difficult to understand than adults, though. Meld was pretty sure it was a good sign, but how could she be certain? She couldn't think of anything else to do, in any case, and the girl had just been through a rather traumatic event.
"I'll speak to some people on your behalf," Meld assured Kaitlyn. "I'm sure I can find someone to help you with your powers." She offered the girl a tentative smile then lapsed into awkward silence as she ate her own ice cream. What was one supposed to say to a child anyway? Especially a child who someone had just tried to kill? There had to be someone around Sanctuary better equipped to handle a kid than she was.
"Do you need anything else?" Meld finally asked, rising to her feet. It wasn't bad to leave the girl now that she was safely home was it? Children were just so complicated!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 27, 2010 19:04:30 GMT -6
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Meld was promising to get help. When Kaitlyn saw the mutant lady's smile, she made an effort to smile back. It was a short-lived, unenthusiastic smile, but it was better than nothing.
The child listlessly stared at her savior's metal hand as the two ate. That thing looked like a weapon, so it was odd to see it used for something as mundane as eating. As metal fingers and spoons clicked and scraped against the porcelain bowl, the child wondered what it must feel like to have a metal body part.
>>"Do you need anything else?"
Kaitlyn shook her head. Eyes stayed fixed on the half-metal mutant.