The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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 Manticore on May 4, 2017 14:20:09 GMT -6
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Manti gave a deep-throated chuckle at the comeback, "In that case you can always get another," he said in a teasing tone, "Or you could just go my route and sprout a full body beard if you want to turn a few heads," he added, fully prepared to laugh at himself in the name of playful banter. Ivy seemed to have her share of good humor, and he intended to draw that out.
"Nice," he said after Ivy had divulged her answer, "I put my first bike together myself," he said with pride, "Believe it or not, most places don't consider 7 foot plus customers with tails." he joked. He took his place at the table and took aim, planning on sinking the yellow solid in the corner. However he tensed a little too much, his grip slipping, and the stick merely glanced off the side of the ball which rolled slightly left. Manti gave a slightly annoyed huff, "Just like pool designers don't consider paws," he said, flexing his out to get out the kinks, his claws briefly extending before retracting again.
Posted by Manticore on May 3, 2017 18:21:56 GMT -6
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The way the girl talked sounded at first as if it was going to lead into some sort of ideolog, however when she acknowledged the fact that both humans and mutants could be supremacists, he had to admit he was a little relieved. Manti was definitely not one to indulge in extremism of any sort. He liked his group of friends, a mix of humans and mutants who got along without the hypersensitivity that seemed to permeate much of society these days. They could crack any type of joke without someone flipping the table over some type of 'offense' against one group or another. Perhaps part of that was Manti looked too intimidating for most to risk mock offense. In any case, he was relieved that this wasn't a statement of 'pro/anti-something or rather'.
"How about you? What do you like to do for fun, if not artsy, fancy dancing?"
"I like to indulge myself in the fine art of motorcycle repair, stunt riding, and general awesomeness." said Manti, taking a satirical tone of an imitation of a high class British accent. If there was something he didn't lack it was sense of self confidence in his ability to make a funny statement. If anything it broke the ice and made it clear what type of personality he was. Despite his fearsome appearance, Manti was a fun loving guy, rough around the edges sometimes, but nothing like the creature that someone may assume his fur, fang and claws would suggest. Despite this Manti loved the way he looked, he owned it as much as any of his bikes, and it allowed him a degree of freedom that he imagined most desired. Manti was as non-conventional as you could get, and loved every moment of the ride.
Posted by Manticore on May 1, 2017 22:25:06 GMT -6
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"It was good," said Manti, "A bit... artsy for my taste, but good none the less." he added honestly, "Liked the drums and the music, but I'm afraid I'm a bit rough around the edges when it comes to fancy dancing." He crumpled up the empty bag of his lunch and put it in his pocket. By his style of dress, one could guess he was more into biker culture, hard rock and loud music. True, he could enjoyed other stuff, but it wasn't his favorite. He could sugarcoat it, sure, but that wasn't his style. He was pretty strait forward with criticism when he had it and didn't expect any special treatment should it come his way. In fact is was easy for him to take criticism because of how he looked. He looked awesome, but of course not everyone agreed with that, so occasionally someone would make some comment on it and he took it on the chin, but it never got him down because of his confidence. Criticism was good, kept you grounded and helped you improve and stuff. Not being able to take it generally meant lack of growth.
"You guys do this often?" he questioned, honestly wondering if this was a regular occurrence, and if they changed up their routines. Honestly if this was a volunteer thing, he would consider doing some stunt riding, though maybe this particular group would not appreciate as much as his own group of friends would.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 28, 2017 22:11:03 GMT -6
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"Not a bad name," commented Manti when Ivy told him her name. , "But if you want to get creative with it, you could always get a tattoo down your arm." He may have gotten a tattoo if he didn't have fur in the way, but as it was it would have been a waste since he couldn't show anything off that way. He supposed he could always try dying his fur, but it was hardly a tattoo. He took position behind the ball and easily knocked the ball into the hole.
"The drinks are good," he agreedlooking where the white ball stopped and examining the placement for his next shot. "But I prefer the atmosphere," he admitted. Since he couldn't get drunk, the various liqueurs and beers only offered unique flavors to him rather then a buzz, making it a secondary concern when it came to the appeal of this place.He aimed his cue towards the side of the table, and carefully tapped. The ball ricocheted off at a right angle, around a few stripped balls to knock a second solid into the corner.
Manti gave a pleased smirk, rounding the table again as he continued talking, "How long you been riding?" he said, turning his head as he examined the new layout of the balls, which was stuck between two striped ones. "I've been at it as long as I've had a tail," he said, which was a cryptic statement since he had never said when that happened.With little options, he aimed his cue and hit the ball so that it bounced against the side and over to the other end of the table.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 27, 2017 20:05:52 GMT -6
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Manti watched with mild interest as he ate his lunch. While he enjoyed the occasional night club scene, this was obviously not that kind of dancing. This was more artsy and expressive, and while still fun, not something he was likely to join in on. The beat of the drums were nice though, along with the music, and the poi spinners were entertaining to watch. This was further proven by the crowd that began to gather to watch. Manti noted a few mutants among the drum circle, ones with more obvious mutations at least, and he guessed that like his own circle of friends, this was a mixture of humans and mutants who got along, which was something he could appreciate.
Eventually things did start to die down again, and the drumming drew to a close with the elf girl spouting off some multi colored fire trick. Manti's abilities were mostly physically based, strength, agility, and the obvious physical mutations, so it was interesting to see someone show off some powers that were more energy based. True, he knew a few who could do things like that, but not many who used it to perform. It made him consider what other things he could do. Of course he had his spines and teeth, but aside from biting cans in half at parties, he couldn't see them being that entertaining.That was fine, he was more then content with having a look that screamed lion and made full grown men think twice about getting on his bad side.
When the elf girl looked his way again, he clapped his hands together slowly in approval. It had been good entertainment. He wondered if they did this often or if it was a one time fling. Demonstrations were tricky that way, you never knew how long they were going to last.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 26, 2017 10:57:05 GMT -6
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Kendra jumped in close with Leon. a shudder ran through his body from the invation of his personal space. He really wasn't used to being close to anyone, and the resultng picture would show him with a look of confusion and mild panic from the abruptness of it all.
Kendra offered him a copy of the picture, and Leon didn't know how he should respond. "...er... thanks?" he managed, not knowing how he was supposed to get a frame for any type of picture. He still didn't know what it was Kendra wanted from him, and the way she looked at him left him more confused then anything else. The weather was letting up, leaving the grass smelling nice and fresh with a earthy wet dirt smell. He wondered how much time he had left before his spines got sharp enough to be dangerous. He pulled his tail around and took a look prodding the tip of the biggest spine. It was still about as sharp as a dull needle, but was looking more and more similar to his spines before they were plucked. Maybe he should re-wrap them before they got to that point, at the very least it would extend the time he could stay out before the growth got to his back. He pulled the length of bandage from his pocket and began wrapping his tail. Usually such tasks were difficult, but Leon had enough practce with this task to be very effective at doing so.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 25, 2017 21:19:46 GMT -6
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The stranger approached him quite casually, and he took notice of her for the first time. He hadn't seen her about to his recollection, and she didn't smell familiar either. However, he took a liking to her immediately because of the first thing he could smell on her. Working with bikes, he had become somewhat the expert with the exhaust and scents of different bikes, and the distinct smell of a Harley Davidson clung to her, indicating her choice of ride. A woman with taste. She also didn't seem at all phased with his looks, despite being a new face. That could be because she was also a mutant, or it because she had seen her fair share of them, honestly he couldn't tell. Sometimes mutants gave off a smell that gave it away, usually as a result of what their powers did. He had known a pyrokinetic that always smelled of char and smoke as a result of being around fire so much. She didn't have such a smell.
"Sure thing," he said, alway up for a friendly game, "Name's Leon, but my friends call me Manticore, 'Manti' for short. " he said, straitening up and giving a close lipped smile, the points of his teeth a little less pronounced. Didn't want to scare her away too soon now. "What's your name, or should I just call you 'Harley'?" he said, alluding to the fact that he knew her choice in bikes in a teasing manner. He leaned back over the table, lined up his shot. "I call solids," he said,, before tapping the ball with the end of the cue, sending it into the rows of colored balls that scattered across the table. Not a bad shot, he didn't sink anything, but he hadn't sent the ball flying off the table like the first time he ever tried this. He was rather strong, and hadn't quite figured out the limits of his strength then, resulting in more then one awkward and/or hilarious situations and a number of dents in the wall. "Haven't seen you around. Passing through or new resident?" he asked curious to what brought her to the bar.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 24, 2017 14:33:32 GMT -6
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Manti found himself approached by a slight figure. Yes, slight was the right word, short, slender, with a pretty obvious physical mutations that just screamed elf. Or a fairy if comparing sizes, Manti was taller then most, he towered over this one, though it obviously didn't phase the... let's see was she a teenager or an adult? Honestly it was hard to tell because of her looks. He caught her scent, and recalled a similar one coming off the smart car in parking. So this was the mysterious owner, and the appeal she apparently had for it made total sense. It would have been cramped for Manti, but she had plenty of leg and head room to spare.
She greeted him, and her tone and demeanor made him think 'hippy', or at the very least an eco-friendly flower child type. He wondered if that had something to do with the effects of her mutation, or if it was the other way around, and she went that route willingly because of her mutation. Manti had a few behavioral that manifested because of his mutation. they were mostly negligible, small reactions to his mood, but get him around catnip and... well, let's just say many people got a laugh out of slipping some into his drink once.
Upon being invited to 'join in,' he gave a chuckle, "Thanks,but I'm gonna need some food in me before I go around strutting my stuff." he said, taking another bite of his sub. He was up for fun of course, but a guy as big as him had to eat when he had to eat. "But don't let me stop you," he said between chewing, his shark-like teeth somewhat visible as they tore the meat and bread apart.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 23, 2017 23:55:06 GMT -6
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Manticore had never let his status as a mutant get in the way of his life. From the day he had sprouted claws and a tail, he kept on going full throttle and done exactly what he wanted to do. Of course, anyone who knew him was more then aware that he didn't hold any respect for political correctness. Heck, one night in a bar with him and his mates would show that as far as mutants and humans went, he had no special distinctions between them. One could be as good or bad as the other in his eyes, and he preferred good company to any that took extreme views that would threaten his friends, wither they were mutants or humans.
Manti had also never let his appearance keep him from going anywhere in the city. He knew of course that some places were riskier then others, but as far as his daily life went, no body could keep him from riding down the street on his custom motorbike. People may have stopped and stared at him. Some may have thought his mane was a helmet the way the wind blew it back, but nobody could deny the redness of his fur or the tail that whipped behind him marked him as a mutant. Despite this, Manti never took much notice, as to him, his looks were awesome, and anyone complaining otherwise just had some issue with themselves they hadn't worked through.
Manti pulled into the parks lot, kicking his bike stand out before climbing off, taking a brown bag off with him. He was having a bit of a late lunch, the smell of a toasted ham and cheese wafting from inside it almost enough to make his mouth water at this point. Despite his love of motorbikes and city living, his sense of smell made it easy to appreciate the parks in the city, where the green smell drowned out the usual background scent of exhaust. Thus he enjoyed occasional breaks to...
...was that a smart car? He didn't often see these around. Most people tended towards large sports vehicles rather then the compact 'mini' car. Probably out of some idea that the smaller models were embarrassing to drive. Of course, being a motor enthusiast, he knew better. Some models got 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds, and used two motorbike engines. Smaller package, but had a nice kick to it. He doubted he could fit in such a car comfortably, probably hit is head on the roof, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire it.
There was a sound of drumming and instruments tuning from the park, "What's going on here?" he said aloud to himself in a quizatory tone. Looked like there was some event going on. Well, he hadn't asked for lunch and a show, but sometimes you just got lucky. He walked towards the group, stopping a fair distance where he could sit and watch the goings on while sliding his sub out and taking a bite, his razor sharp teeth making short work of it.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 20, 2017 15:38:11 GMT -6
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Leon's eyes drifted away from Kendra's. So know she knew... basically everything there was to know about him. He couldn't meet her eyes, knowing he probably wouldn't like what he saw. He had seen it too many times before to trust the reaction would be any different. Fear. Disgust. Pity. Kendra's would probably be the latter. She could deny him being a monster, but it didn't feel true. His experience had told him this every day since then, and someone saying 'no your wrong' didn't undo years of being shown otherwise.
The rain feel over the tree, which blocked it for a time before it started dripping through falling on Leon's head. He couldn't feel it, too much fur insulated him against the cold. He was getting wet, but it couldn't saturate him fast enough to make a difference. He checked his tail again. More spine buds, and the older ones looked longer and sharper.
"Mind if we take a picture Leon?"
Leon was caught off guard again by the change in subject. "What? Why?" he said reactivity, not even knowing why. He hadn't ever been asked before, at least not since he changed, and had no basis on how he felt about it. Naturally his first assumption was the worst, that this was the only reason Kendra was hanging out to get a picture of herself with a dangerous creature, or had some other ulterior motive behind it. He still believed that Kendra was only hanging out with him for some reason other then wanting to be friends, despite sharing a moment. He had been conditioned to believe the worst before anything else, and it would take a lot to break through the wall he put between himself and others.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 19, 2017 18:51:09 GMT -6
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Leon felt Kendra guide his head down and look him directly in the eyes as she assured him that she was his friend. Even he couldn't deny the sincerity in her eyes. Even so, just because she believed herself to be his friend didn't make him any less dangerous to be around. Still, she went on, talking about her past, what were clearly painful memories for her, and Leon had to reconsider his view of her. She apparently had her own share of baggage to deal with, just a different type.
"When I first changed," he said, reciprocating Kendra's openness, "It was during a football game, I caught the ball and the team tackled me. Next thing I know everyone was screaming, the other team, my friends, everyone who had jumped in on the dog-pile. People passed out convulsing all around me and suddenly I was... this... thing...," he said, sitting down against the tree and looking at his red clawed hands. "Then everyone in the crowd was screaming, everyone was running out, parents crying over everyone I had poisoned. Everyone yelling at me "What did you do!?", "Monster!", and screaming at me. Then some tried grabbing me and even more people got poisoned. More screaming, more yelling. People ran from me... and I ran home, and my parents didn't recognize me."
It had been hard to convince them he was their son. Eventually his knowledge won out, but that didn't help at all when the protests began. "Even afterwards things never settled down. People threw things at the house, people stood outside chanting about how I had tried to kill everyone, how I needed to be locked up. I couldn't leave the house, and every night I heard mom and dad yelling, crying, trying to think of how they were going to survive this. Survive me. They couldn't even come near me out of fear I'd poison them too." He clutched at his face, feeling like his chest were tearing itself apart.
Kendra had know sorrow, but she at least looked normal, and turn invisible apparently, but Leon was a creature 24/7, his mutation hurt everyone he loved, and prevented any sort of physical comfort from those who, to his knowledge, had loved him. He had become a curse to his family, a poison to his town, and a monster in his own eyes.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 18, 2017 11:10:32 GMT -6
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Leon was left feeling numb all over from the outburst, save a dull ache in his chest. He wasn't used to letting out his emotions like that. Was this all he could do now, scare kids? He felt like a failure in so many ways, and instead of making him feel better, he had just made himself feel worse about himself.
His train of thought was broken when Kendra reached out and apparently pricked her finger on something. Out of habit, he recoiled, reaching for the spot before realizing it wasn't one of his quills. They weren't even growing up there yet, Doc had pulled them from his tail first and worked his way up, and the regrowth hadn't reached his upper body yet.
"You ok"?
"Yeah... just... I don't know..." he said, unsure about it. He was used to being a monster, but generally he had been alone where he didn't have to interact with people. That had been easier, but now he was surrounded by people. People with no fear of him and no sense of self preservation. He found himself having to talk to people and try and convince them of the dangers of being around him. And then there was all this new stuff to deal with.
Kendra's statement about not being bothered, that he was his friend were not something he believed. "You don't need to pretend for my sake," he said, "I know what I am." Kendra was either lying or just refusing to see that he was a monster. He knew he was ugly and monstrous, and friendship was a luxury he couldn't afford.
He looked up at the shift in the weather. Honestly he wouldn't mind the rain. It matched his mood.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 17, 2017 20:33:18 GMT -6
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Manticore didn't notice the newcomer to the bar. People were in and out of this place so often they went unnoticed unless they made a scene, which wasn't that often. It was common knowledge that plenty of mutants hung out here, Manti being a regular, so it wasn't often someone came looking for trouble here. Those that did learn quick how stupid it was to try something in a place full of super powered beings. Everyone else was welcome, human or mutant, which is why this was one of Manti's favorite bars. Everyone had a mutual understanding, an unspoken rule to leave the politics at the door, it was probably one of the few places where 'human' and 'mutant' had little meaning.
As the evening went on, Manti's group of friends slowly filtered out as people reached their limits and called it a night. Manti usually stayed on a bit longer, since the alcohol didn't affect him, to play a few games of pool before heading back home. It was good practice for his hand dexterity, one of the down sides to his mutation was his thicker fingers and paw-like hands. He wasn't letting that stop him though, after all, he worked on bikes, so needed to be able to handle small parts. He set up at an empty table and racked the balls up, picking out a cue stick before lining up the first shot.
Posted by Manticore on Apr 17, 2017 17:59:42 GMT -6
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Leon barely noticed the kids until Kendra started looking somewhat worried. At first he thought it was something he said, maybe he had misconstrued what she was asking. However, then he saw her gaze was off at a group of kids. He focused in on time to hear the insult about him being a freak show. Honestly he felt very little at this. It was very much in line with what he viewed himself as, well, no he viewed himself worse as he was a monster who was dangerous to be around. However, the girlfriend part was new. Was that what they looked like from afar? That was... weird. Yeah, definitely, weird was the word for it, as it was obvious to anyone that he something like him didn't have relationships. Well, we were talking about of bunch of teens, so maybe common sense wasn't exactly a strong point with them yet.
What surprised him, however, was Kendra's reaction, as she spouted something back in defiance to the claim. He really didn't understand exactly what was going on or why she was making a big fuss about it, but it looked like she was taking it personally. Well, they were accusing her of being the girlfriend of a monster, so he could understand why she could take offense to that. She probably wouldn't want to be accused of something for being around him. Further proof of how he his presence was poisonous to others.
He didn't like that. It was a bit of a new feeling, anger. Well, maybe not anger per say, righteous indignation? Whatever it was, he didn't like seeing someone who had thus far been tolerant of him being insulted. And for once he wasn't in as much danger of poisoning someone. They had just been talking about if he could have a wish it would be to live a life worth living, so maybe this was the one thing he could do before his spines grew back.
Kendra was in front of him. Gently he passed his hand in front of her, moving around in a calm and surprisingly graceful way. It was a bit strange for him to be honest, usually he was terrified of other people getting close to him, but the subsided fear from his plucked quills and whatever it was burning in his chest, be it anger or not, swept that away. He walked over to the kid who had been leading the charge. He towered over him, blue eyes piercing as they fell on him. At this distance the kid's confidence seemed to waiver slightly, though he did his best not to show it.
"Every morning I wake up with spikes embedded in my skin and blood in my fur," he said, his voice cold, with an unfamiliar fury behind it, "My spikes are filled with venom, and I have to constantly keep track of them, as all it take to potentially kill someone is one lost quill." His voice was still calm, but there was a definite build of emotion behind it, "I poison everyone who gets close to me wither I like it or not, and will never have friends without putting them in danger. " His tone was still even, though there was a certain reverberation behind it, like a growl, "Yeah, I'm a freakshow, and worse, a monster, but that's not what bothers me," he said, his hair almost standing on end. If he had had spines they would have certainly been up, but the barbs on the tip of his tail rattled together, "What bothers me is that the one person in this whole school who has, against her better judgement, tried to talk to me has to deal with a bunch of narcissistic spoiled brats accusing her of having some sort of relationship with something like me." He leaned in close, his eyes boring into the kids, who by now looked pretty freaked out. "Do you really want to be the one who finally pushes me over the edge and see just how much of a monster I can be?" He said is a quiet cold whisper, before opening his jaws wide, dislocating them to show off the rows of sharklike teeth, easily able to bite the guys head clean off. The sight was too much and the kid backed off, he and his friends quickly taking off. Leon closed his jaw, which clicked back into place.
Leon for the most part had been bluffing. At least that was what he thought. He hadn't been really mad before for fear of his poison, so he didn't know what he was capable of if he disregarded his usual cation. However the outlet of emotion had been genuine. Leon pent up a lot of emotion, and letting even a small part of that out. Well, it was scary, at least that was what he thought when he thought about some of the things he said. He wouldn't be surprised if Kendra would feel the same way, and hate him because of it.
