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?
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Kendra finished her ceral and cleaned the dish. She wasn't even paying attention to what she was doing. She was staring out the window in the kitchen and watching the tall walls of the hedge maze outside. Stuck inside her own neurotic head she had a mental debate about what to say when she saw Emily again. I could tell her.... No that's stupid. What am I gone say? I walked into a door and broke ma ribs busting my lips and almost choked ma'self? Kendra sighed as she put the dish away and moved through the halls.
Along the way she pasted a few teachers and students who gave her odd looks. Everyone was curious about the girl who had the obvious marks of being in a fight. She wasn't one of the X-men. Why would she have been in a fight. It wasn't like this place as a safe haven for beaten and battered woman. She had no reasonable explanation for the marks other than her doing something she shouldn't have.
Kendra headed up stairs. Ascending each step was torturous work. As she finally made it to the top, there were two paths she could take. One led back to Emily's room, and the other to her own. She stared longingly at Emily's door, feeling like somehow she had disappointed her, by sneaking out to serve up her own vigilante justice. It was stupid and reckless. She wasn't sure how Emily would feel about it, but she was jumping to conclusions.
Kendra headed off in direction of her own room. Slipping through the door she closed it behind her and leaned against it. Kendra was conflicted. She felt great that she was able save woman last night, but she felt bad about the thought of trying to lie to Emily. Like I could even hide it from her. She thought. Kendra gingerly peeled the shirt from her body and stepped inside the bathroom.
Turning on the hot water she took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror. She hadn't noticed the blackness beneath her eye. She didn't remember getting punched last night, must've happened in the fall. She shook her head and stepped into the shower. Trying to wash away her guilt along with the thoughts of last night. She thought about a lot of things as the warm water rushed over her, most of which involved finding a way to explain her appearance, but she couldn't come up with any viable solutions.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra had followed him. Of course she had followed him. He was tonight's entertainment. Not to mention the fact that the club just wasn't her thing. To many people sweaty and writing against each other. People actually enjoy getting dry humped by a stranger? She thought as she followed him for what seemed like ages. She watched him conversing with the secretary again. She watched as he almost gave her the slip stepping into the elevator. She couldn't run to catch up because he would have heard her, so she teleported inside right as the doors were closing.
The ride in the elevator was a little uncomfortable and awkward. She backed herself into the corner and tried not to breath to loud. Still he seemed blissfully unaware of her presence. Where's he going? She wondered as she watched the numbers ticking away. Finally a ding. They had found the floor they were looking for. When they reached the destination she frowned. It was just a large empty room. Well this isn't very exciting. She couldn't imagine what this room might've been used for.
Still, she was trying to be stealthy. She felt like a spy in one of thos secret agent movies. Not a well trained spy, maybe Frank Drebin in those naked gun movies. Yeah he was a clumsy oaf just like her. That fit the bill. She allowed her mind to wander for a moment, that was.... Until she noticed him taking off his clothes to get changed. Oh well umm... She turned around she didn't want to see anything she shouldn't, but as she turned se saw the scars on his chest and she turned back. Suddenly she was drawn in. Her eyes followed the lines of the deep scars in silent aw. Then to her surprise he spoke to her.
-"Well then, you still there or am I just losing it?"
Kendra was so startled she stumbled backwards into a shelf spilling it's contents. They showered over the floor in a clattering that was louder than she would have expected. The room was dead silent. He knows abort! Only she couldn't go now. What if he didn't let her. Kendra was sitting on her rear in on the floor. A collage of junk sprinkled around her. She was staring up at the man she had caused so much trouble and now she was regretting being a prankster. "I uh..... I'm sorry, I was just havin, a bit'a fun. Didn't mean to piss ya off. I got'cha another drink to make up for it.... Bu.bu... but I don't want no trouble." She stammered.
She had the upper hand she was invisible. But she forgot that in her panic. He seemed to be staring right at her so it was easy to forget in all the excitement. He was looking her way because she knocked over all that stuff. Of course he looked! Her mind just wasn't connecting the dots. "You're not gone kill me are ya?" She whimpered. She thought she had accidentally stumbled into some restricted area. It was just a large empty room for training. She just sat there like an idiot waiting for something to happen.
Geo's words seemed to have a calming effect on her. Daydream sniffled a bit as the last of her tears ran dry and stepped back. It was raining out now. She could here the soft thudding on the roof and the quiet sound of the shower outside. Moving over to the window she pulled back the curtain to peer outside. So many thoughts were running through her head. Most of them involved running. Geo would be better off if he hadn't met her. She didn't doubt that he would try to stop Gavin and his mutants, but she didn't think he would succeed.
He was just to outnumbered to fight. Even if he managed to enlist the help of his friends. There were just to many of them to stop. That crowd of mutants in the stands they were all under Gavin's control. What could Geo do to stop that? Gavin didn't seem worried in the slightest. In fact he had said that Geo had even impressed him. Impressed him how? How could he have known unless Swift had escaped capture and made it back to report. Swift. She almost felt sorry for him now. Just another mutant under Gavin's thumb.
Kendra closed her eyes and saw Geo. He was standing under the big top. The soft dirt beneath his feet as he confronted Gavin Sinclair. Kendra heard the creepy music beginning to swell again. It added a soundtrack to her horror. The lights lowered and a single spotlight shined on the duo of Gavin and Geo. "Welcome friendo! TO THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH!" Horrified Daydream watched as a circle formed around them. Stepping out of the dark and shadows were all the mutants of the circus. Daydream was sitting inside a cage. She was weak, tired and hadn't eaten in days. The pale tone of her skin looked waxy and dull. The brightness of her eye looked faded and withered.
The mutants closed in on Geo. Gavin stood in the spotlight a true showman of his art. He was laughing now as the mutants closed in on Geo. One mutant who looked like a Giant bear, that Daydream had noticed in the crowd before stepped into the circle. The bear man stood before Geo towering over him laughing as well. Gavin's going to make him fight each of his mutants until he can't go on any further. She thought from her place in the cage. She was helpless. Gavin had drugged her with a stimulant to keep her awake, she was wide eyed with horror and could only watch this unfold.
She watched as Geo started to gather the dirt around him. It swirled around in a vortex of earth. Before he could do anything with it a powerful claw tore off his face. Blood flew through the air. The scene unfolded like a Greek tradgedy and Daydream could only scream out in protest from the hell of her confines. "OH NO FOLKS! THE INCREDBLE DIRTY MAN HAS TAKEN A TREMENDOUS BLOW!" Gavin was narrating into the microphone for an audience of humans who watched the mutant fight the same way they'd watch a boxing pay per view. It was as special affair and Gavin Sinclair always put on the very best show! Geo looked up from the floor. His face torn into ribbons as he stared at the bear man through red blury vison. The bear decesended on him and bit off his head!
A noise in the far corner of the room made Daydream utter a startled cry. She snapped her head over to see that her sleeping body had knocked over a glass on the nightstand and it banged the nightstand on the way down. It was just a daydream. She allowed her worried mind to wander and it wandered to the most horrible of places. That's it. I'm leaving. I'm not going to let Geo get hurt because of me. I'm not going to let anyone get hurt because of me!
Daydream turned around from her spot at the window. Her heart was still racing from her vivid imaginations. "You thank you could get me a bite ta eat? Haven't eaten in awhile." She said. Her voice sounded shaky unsure. When he leaves I'm getting out of here. She thought quietly. She would grab a few close and slip away. She could sneak out the window if she had to, but she just didn't want anyone to get hurt.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra smiled lightly at his accusation that she was lying. She wasn't. She found his quirks to be kind of endearing when he wasn't being paranoid. She was sort of already in a relationship. Though it was very loosely defined and she wasn't sure what to make of it honestly. She wasn't looking for anything past mere friendship, but she figured anything more than friendship might be a little intimidating for Leon perhaps anyways. The truth was she had found him interesting for whatever reason and that was enough to hang around.
Kendra was a bit quirky herself. She loved to just people watch, observe them and see what made them tick. She had noticed Leon for his obvious physical attributes, yes; but also because of his withdrawn secluded nature. The more he pulled away and tried to fight it the more she wanted to bud in and nose around. Dig around in his problems until she could come up with a suitable solution. She couldn't help it, it was just her nature to want to want to help. She was sweet and kind, and sometimes could be rather shy. Though, Leon's hesitation caused her to be more aggressive in her pursuit of friendship. She wasn't easily deterred when she set her mind to something. Kendra was a stubborn as one could be, and his lack of interest at first had made her all the more interested.
Kendra began to walk when he accepted her invitation and causally talked assuming that he was following her. She didn't notice that he had stopped to mess with his tail. She didn't hear the discovery that his quills were regrowing. The thing that made him come out of his shell was going to slowly isolate him and push him back deeper. She just chatted away until she realized she didn't hear any large lumbering footsteps behind her. "Ya coming?" She asked. Staring at Leon with those big brown eyes.
This was her chance to finally get to know the guy, who had been so mysterious, so fascinating. She couldn't pass that chance up. She figured without his quills he seemed to be a lot more willing to open up to people and as long as he was opening up she was going to try and make a friend. They were polarizing opposites really. One couldn't go anywhere without being noticed, the other was a mousy girl who often faded away into obscurity. She was just another face in the crowd usually.
She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't just curious about what his life had been like and how he came to live at the mansion. She wanted to sit down over lunch and hear the whole backstory if she could drag it out of him. For Kendra, relationships, friendships, things of those nature were all superficial anyways. She never really let herself get close enough to someone to take a chance. Emotionally that was. Sure, she was pushy and nosey and a bundle of warm sunshine vomiting daisies and rainbows, but she kept a lot of who she was, what she thought hidden. Maybe she didn't think she deserved happiness, maybe she kept trying to form these artificial friendships and relationships because she was desperately searching for something. Manufacturing feelings for people when they had no reason to exist, because she was tired of being alone.
Kendra looked at Leon still wearing a warm smile on her plump lips. Everyone could use a friend. She knew all to well what lonliness felt like. To her, it was one of the worst feelings she could describe, that crushing soul numbing isolation was never good for her. She preferred to be around people, even when she felt invisible, even if it wasn't true emotion. Fake it til you make it right?
Listening to her story and looking over the clippings, articles and pictures, Kendra realized why she felt the sadness. This woman has lead a long and sorrowful life, yet she had things to be hopeful about. Her daughter for example. Kendra quietly sat and thought about anyone at all she cared about that deeply. Some human connection that tied her to another, she didn't really have any. She had a girlfriend, but that was still new. A relationships still blossoming, like the bud of the flower this woman opened up with her mere touch. She had to say she was impressed.
Kendra nodded when she said that she wasn't trying to flaunt her power. The only reason she even helped her at all was because Kendra had stood up for a mutant. She didn't realize that Kendra was a mutant herself. Until Kendra blurted it out unceremoniously. "Ima mutany ma'self." She said. Silence followed that admission. She didn't really elaborate on it any further. Instead she picked up a picture an looked at it for a moment. Setting it back down her eyes settled back on the mysterious plant woman.
Kendra hadn't really thought to much about what life could be like for her. She was a mutant yes, but she hadn't tried to settle down, make a family. Mostly those sort of goals seemed just beyond her reach. Her relationships tended to be shallow, superficial. Just the imitation of intimacy and nothing more. She was lustful and passionate, impulsive and easily swept up in romantic notions, but that wasn't love. That wasn't something that could anchor you in the storm of hatred that mutants faced on a daily basis. This woman had herself figured out. She wasn't hiding, She had moved past that. Kendra rubbed at her arm nervously as the silence hung in the air a bit longer.
She was still a closet mutant. She didn't flaunt her mutation either, not really. She didn't announce to the world that she was a mutant, she simply went out in the cover of night as an invisible girl and tried to put a dent in the decay of humanity. That wasn't so bad was it? Hiding who you were during the day when in public and at night trying to use your gifts to better the world? She should be as brave as this woman.
Kendra offered the girl a small unconvincing nervous smile. Reaching up she tucked a few strands of fiery red hair behind her ear, and set her hands back in her lap. She was nervous now. She wondered quietly what the other woman would think knowing that she too was a mutant. Only she was more of the helpless verity. She couldn't use her powers unless she was asleep and that was when she felt the most vulnerable. She was always the type of person to blend in and fade away into the background. People didn't notice people like Kendra. When she was asleep and dream walking she literally became invisible. She could empathizes with the feeling of loneliness. It was how she felt a lot of the time, even when she was with someone.
Kendra's hands settled into her lap as the girl returned. She felt a light blush rush to her cheeks when she told her that she played well. She never was good at accepting compliments. Kendra was surprised however to hear that the girl's daughter was still alive, and that she was planning on bringing her home. Guess ya shouldn't jump to conclusions. She thought with an inward smirk of reflection.
Still, the meloncoly tone of the music still filled her. She couldn't shake the feeling there was some sadness here, something about the place just seemed to scream tortured soul, but she had been wrong before. Kendra didn't make arrangments right away for a ride. Instead she decided to find out more about her savior. The girl had rescued a complete stranger and even brought her home with her. There had to be a reason for that. Even a mutant who wasn't ashamed to be one, still was careful around prospective humans. As far as she knows I'm just'a nother human. Kendra thought quietly.
She could offer up the fact that she too was a mutant, but she had no way to demonstrate her powers. If you could even call them that. She was just an astral projector who could turn into an invisible girl when dream walking. Big whoop! Not like she could do anything awesome like shoot vines from her hands or grow claws. Kendra on her free time had begun heading out into the city and stopping random crimes around New York. A single person on their own trying to stop all the crime in New York? It was a bit like those cartoons where someone tries to plug a dam by sticking their finger in it, only for more leaks to spring up everywhere.
She wasn't expecting to change the world, just make a difference with the limited scope of her power. Kendra found that when she slept she could bring things with her into her dreams, and what she brought like herself; would be invisible in this dream state. She stalked the night with a collapsible police baton and a tranquilizer gun hanging in a gun holster under her jacket. She was clumsy and untrained, but she had never gotten out of a fight with some scumbag in her vigilant nights; without some bumps and bruises.
"Where did'cha learn'ta fight like that?" She said quietly. The fight was over quickly, but she seemed to hold her own against the much larger man. She imagined that it took time, practice and control over her abilities. Kendra could teleport when she was asleep and she had mastered that movement. She could teleport at will as easy as walking. Easier in fact, she wasn't as clumsy when she teleported. She was kind of hoping that this girl might have some helpful pointers for her when it came to taking down assailants. Might make her nights easier.
Kendra looked down while she waited for the girl to think of a response to her out of the blue question. As she sat there she randomly pecked away at a few random keys on the piano. It really was a beautiful piano. Looking back up when she spoke Kendra smiled. "So... You're a mutant. Can you show me?" Kendra asked with a little hesitation. She was curious to see the full range of the girl's abilities. Even if she couldn't very well show hers off.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Through films of tears Daydream mumbled something into Geo's shirt that was little more than incomprehensible garbage. Realizing that he probably didn't hear her she leaned back and wiped her nose. She looked up to see Geo staring down at her. He couldn't see her, but she felt his eyes on her just the same. Daydream spoke soft and quite.
"He's not ever gone to let us alone." She said simply. She was staring at the baseboard along the wall now. She was just staring at it. A far off look in her eye, as if she was really concentrating on the stain on the wall. Finally she pulled her eyes away from the fixed point. "I don't thank he'll ever stop chasin us." Just as her dream version said this her body in the bed mumbled in it's sleep. 'stop chasing us.' That was something that happened from time to time. When she spoke out loud in her dream, her body would mumble the same thing. If she got hurt in a dream, her body would toss and turn uncomfortably. Looking over at her body in the bed she could see that her cheeks were wet with tears.
Daydream made a conscious effort to wipe the tears from her face despite being invisible. She thought maybe Geo could still hear the sadness in her voice. "What do we do now?" She asked. She really wasn't sure what the next step of the plan was. Gavin never said when he would be back, but she very much doubted he was casting idle threats. He would be back. She just knew he would.
Daydream kept clinging to Geo. It was silly and she felt kind of stupid for being so worked up, but she didn't want to let him go. H had kept her safe all this time, her mind wasn't thinking about anything else. She was just thinking about Geo now. With the fear and emotion sweeping through her right now, she thought briefly about leaning up, standing on her tippy toes and planting a soft kiss on his lips, but she didn't. She simply clung to his shirt like he was a life jacket and she was rolling on a wave in the middle of the Atlantic.
A circus. Like mutants didn't already have it bad enough, they were being paraded around in front of crowds of gawking strangers so they could be pointed and laughed at, called freaks. Daydream had felt like a freak most of her life, the thought of being on display like some kind of object..... She didn't want to think about it. She took a step back away from Geo and found herself settling down a bit, the circus people were gone for now it was just her and Geo in the room. Daydream found herself thinking about how she might not be able to go back. She couldn't exactly lead this kind of attention towards the mansion. If Gavin knew about the mansion, and he probably did..... She didn't want to be the reason he sent his people in there. Just to get her. He might discover more mutants he wanted for his little collection.
She had came to this startling realization and a pang of sadness washed over her again. "I don't thank I can go back Geo. I'd put everyone in danger if i went back to the mansion." It saddened her more to say it out loud, but it was true. Gavin Sinclaire would have a field day with the mutants in the mansion if he had reason to go there to get her.
When the offer for a ride back to her place came up, Kendra jumped at the offer. The impulsive nosey restless side of her grabbing the steering wheel and changing course. She was headed straight for 'trouble'sville' Still, as they parked the bike and headed inside, she felt grateful. She wanted to find out more about the woman who had rescued her. She was always a bit to nosey for her own good. She had plenty of night left to kill and the thought of sleeping was the furthest thing from her mind.
Kendra nodded when the girl said she wanted to go wash her hand. Kendra moved around the room admiring the woodwork, the elegant design of the furnishings and stopped to look at the pictures that lined the place. Pictures told a story of who a person was. This story didn't seem to have a happy ending. Kendra picked up the picture of her with the little girl and looked at it thoughtfully for moment. Almost certainly her daughter, but there was no daughter to be seen. The woman didn't look old enough to have a fully grown daughter so she had to assume that something happened.
Kendra set the picture down and moved around to the front of the piano. She had played before. She was quite good in fact. Suddenly emotion sweep through her, the thought of the woman and her daughter inspired her to play something. Moving to the bench she sat down. It was possibly weird to just invite yourself to play a piano in someone's home, but this wasn't an average situation, she didn't think the girl would mind. It was a lovely piano, it deserved beautiful music.
Kendra sat down on the bench and closed her eyes. She brought hands up and let the feelings of the room sweep through her. In her mind it was sad. She had already painted the picture with no that needed to be spoken. The woman lived alone, something terrible had happened to her daughter and so she stayed secluded, she normally shied away from people, and she kept the many plants because she felt close to them because of her mutation. Kendra's fingers found the keys she wanted and she Began to play (stop at 1:22)
The song filled the large lonely room and Kendra swayed to the song of the music flowing from her slender graceful fingertips. She felt moved by it, she felt overpowered by the raw emotion that she was picking up from the room. Something about this room was haunting, yet beautiful. Kendra's music filled the mostly empty house, her haunting lullaby echoing off the sad lonely walls. When she finished playing she sat there smiling and staring at the picture of th woman and her daughter.
It had been so long since she had played the piano. She hadn't played one since she was a little girl, but she was glad that the music hadn't left her. Piano's were wonderful for telling someone what was in a person's soul. The sound of them speaking was enough to move even a heart of stone.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
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Daydream watched as Gavin's smile shifted to one side of his face, in a twisted unamused smirk. When Geo talked about maiming Swift. Then it finally clicked for her that Gavin Sinclair was the boss that Swift was trying to bring her to meet. She felt her spine turn to icewater when she thought of what might've happened if she agreed to go with Swift. She was always the curios type and impulsive to boot. She was half tempted to just go, and see what it was all about, though her fear got the better of her and thankfully so.
Daydream's eyes wandered from Gavin to some of the cages that sat empty in the tent. Hay lined the bottom of the cage. She couldn't help but think that she might be in one of those cages right now if she had actually let Swift take her. Geo had stopped him. Geo had saved her. Geo had been there to save her since the moment they met. She could hear the poison in his voice as he spoke about Gavin. She couldn't blame him, knowing what he did to mutants made her sick to her stomach.
Though what disturbed her the most was the fact that the little girl hadn't said a word yet. In fact, she hadn't even blinked at all. She just stood there staring at her with that robotic expression and unconcerned face. Daydream's heart was quietly bleeding for the girl. She watched as the girl's hand moved up and slipped inside Gavin's hand, when Geo started insinuating that he mistreated mutants. She held his hand as if he was her father and they were about to cros the street. Still, she said nothing.
Gavin was still smiling. Why is he smiling? "Ya hear that ladies and gentleman? Geo here thinks that you all are mistreated. Now what'dya gota say about that?" There was a roaring boom of laughter that filled the room. The fact that there were so many mutants here honestly scared Daydream. Not that she had anything to fear, but these did not seem to be nice people. Gavin in particular. Still, her eyes wandered back to the little girl who was smiling now. She was still staring at Daydream. The little girl's eyes never left her, and it was a little creepy now.
"Tell ya what. You folks stop by for a show, and then you can make up ya minds yourself. Or if it makes it easier for you to live with yourselfs we could just take you and you won't have no choice in the matter. Sometimes it's better to just roll with the punches son. Never turn down a plate of food til you've verified that it's posion. Something ma'daddy always used to say."
Daydream watched him put the top hat back on his head and smile even wider. She looked over at the crowd of mutants surrounding them and to her surprise they were all gone. It was only Gavin and the little girl now. The spotlight still shining down on the 'hopeuflly' the newest attractions to the circus. "Geo the incredible dirtyman!" and "Daydream the invisible girl!" Gavin gave a final bow. The smoke drifting at their feet surrounded them and when the smoke cleared they were gone. The door in the back of the room was gone. The creepy music had ceased and the lights came back on all in an instant. Daydream looked at Geo to verify that she hadn't just dreamed that, but then looked down to realize she was still holding Gavin's card.
Daydream threw the card on the floor in disgust. He couldn't be trusted. He acted like he tried to invited them as a friendly gesture, but he had already tried twice to kidnap her with Swift. It was only after Geo stopped him did he make this grand sweeping invitation, tried to sell them a line of bull and call it candy. Daydream was terrified now. Not only had Swift found her, but she wasn't safe anyways, they had someone who could literally invade your mind and make you see things. How do you fight that?
Daydream looked over at Geo and threw her arms around his waist. Burying her face into his chest she began to cry. She was so frightened now. What had first started out so whim sickle and magic turned out to be a nightmare in disguise. She was foolish enough to think it looked fun at first, distracted by flashy effects and circus themes. She was a fool. She couldn't even trust her own judgment. She wouldn't blame Geo if he wanted to back out. This was some heavy things being laid at his feet. He didn't owe Daydream anything, but she'd be so afraid if he bailed out now, just the thought of it was enough to make her ball harder into his shirt. Just when he put a fresh one on she got it all wet with her tears. She wasn't usually as easily frightened at this but something about Gavin and his creepy twisted smile clutched at her heart and made it stop beating.
Kendra blushed again. This time her cheeks flushed red because she had been caught in a lie. She started to say. I was embarrassed because I jumped to a fire escape only to fall and bust my hind quarters falling in a pile'o garbage! But she didn't. Instead she opted with the much simpler. "Kinda got my but kicked." Short and sweet. Kendra looked down at the floor after swinging her legs off the table.
She had to admit she felt great. This DocProf guy was amazing. He even reversed any concussion damage she might've been lingering around in her head, she was a bit of a clumsy sort and last night wasn't the first blow to the noggin she had taken. Kendra hopped off the table after taking a deep breath.. She looked at Leon thoughtfully. He looked a lot different without his quills. He seemed different too. More at ease, definitely more confident in herself. She smiled. She wanted to be the one to take credit for pulling him out of his shell somewhat, but that would have been a lie.
"Ya know.... For a big' Old red guy, you're kinda cute!" He reminded her of a big old pussy cat and she just so happened to be a cat person. Kendra smiled lightly and tried to avoid brining up the fact that she had the ability to turn invisible. If he hadn't put two and two together by now, she didn't think he would, but she didn't want to bring it up and have the conversation awkwardly stumble in that direction.
Kendra reached down and carefully grabbed his hand. He seemed for the first time he didn't seem all sensitive about boundries, and leave it to Kendra to trample all over personal space like a nosey busy body. Kendra lifted his hand and felt how truly soft it was. His hand or paw or whatever was honestly massive compared to hers, but it was soft. She smiled. "I like the new you. Much friendlier." She said matter-of-factly.
It was a statement that was so blunt and direct it could probably stun you, but she shrugged and said it as simply as if she had said it was cold out. With no thought about it at all. It was true however. Leon seemed to be in a better place. Happier all around, and the fact that he didn't have to worry so much mean that he could hold a conversation with someone, and that was good! Kendra wanted to finally take the time to get to know the guy, she didn't know the first thing about him besides his name. "You feel like grabbing some lunch?" She asked casually. If he was going to be in a social mood she would most certainly take him up on that.
Kendra looked at the girl who declared she was fine. She didn't want sympathy it seemed. It wasn't sympathy it was concern. Kendra just watched a tendril get ripped out of her hand and discarded like a piece of trash. She didn't know the physiology behind being a plant lady. She didn't now if that would regrow or if she had just let herself get permanently mutilated in defense of a stranger, but she was grateful. "Im'ok." She finally said. Her words bleed together in her strong accent.
Kendra was shocked by the next thing that came out of her mouth. She asked her if she wanted to come back to her place and wait for someone to come pick her up. She had got here by walking. She did a lot of walking. It was second nature to her now, she didn't even think about it. Now that she was thinking about it, she was a pretty long way away from the mansion. She wasn't sure why, but suddenly she was climbing on the back of this girl's bike. They went from strangers, to hey hop on in like no time at all. Kendra could be rather impulsive though. If anything else it would get her a ride. She didn't mean to walk this far into the city, but she had been sort of absorbed in her own thoughts.
"Ok, yeah that sounds good. I'm Kendra by the way." She didn't have any pity for the guy that they left behind on the street, but she did think it was probably smarter to get off the street. She didn't want to walk back to the mansion and possibly have this guy or his friends pull up beside her when she was all alone. Kendra's power didn't happen until she was unconscious or asleep. She would be pretty valunerable if they had caught up to her on her walk home, so she took the girl up on her offer. Reckless and stupid makes'a mighty find adventure! She thought.
What a weird night this had been already. She had saved a mutant and literally got saved by a mutant in the course of 10 minutes. Though, this girl probably still thanks, ima human. Guees'n there's no harm in lett'ner thank that a little while longer. It's not like Kendra could demonstrate her power. Not unless she said "Hey watch this!" and promptly curled up on the stranger's couch and went to sleep. She would be a secret mutant for awhile. At least she could pretend to be human anyways.
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Kendra could tell that he had been following her, though she wasn't entirely sure what his intentions were. Sill, better to be safe than sorry. She had the second one pressed in and was about to press send when a sound behind her made her stop. She turned to see a woman struggling with him. And ...... Omg what is that? She thought. She watched as a vine from her hand wrapped around the man's throat. Kendra could do nothing but stare and she didn't know why it always stunned her when she saw a mutant she wasn't expecting. She had that dear in the headlights look on her face for a moment as she watched the girl struggle.
The thing that snapped her out of it was when the guy ripped the vine violently from her hand. Ouch! That looked painful. She thought. She seemed as if she was stuck in molasses. She was moving in slow motion. She wasn't quick to react to the situation unfolding before her. Honestly though, what was she supposed to do? Use her super awesome scream for help attack? Incapacitate him with a dramatic insult?
Kendra was about to jump on the guy's back and try clawing his eyes out, when the other girl literally grew her claws out and headed straight for the groin! Kendra had to turn away, but the sounds of screaming echoed off the neighboring buildings. Still, no one got involved. They had been near some shadowy side alley when the guy tried to attack so most of this little scuffle was taking place away from view of the street. Kendra tried to pull the girl off him before she tried to kill the guy. She saved me. She thought.
It still hadn't really sunk in to Kendra's mind what was about to happen to her. It all happened so fast. She panicked and didn't have time to react, but this chick. She was a freaking rockstar. Kendra looked at her a moment and drug her away from the man clutching his balls and rolling on the ground. Screw him. she thought. She thought about calling an ambulance, but only for a second and decided he can tend to it himself. "That....That' was'amazin." She said softly. She didn't know what else to say. "Thank you."
Kendra had never seen someone with a mutation quite like this girl's before. She assumed if this guy hadn't attacked her she likely would have never met her. Kendra realized that the girl probably didn't know she was a mutant as well. It wasn't like there was a sign on her head that said 'fellow mutie.' Kendra tended to the girl grabbing her hand and making sure she was ok. She was filled with gratitude and embarrassment, but most of all relief. The event had ended without either of them getting seriously messed up in the process. "You ok?" She asked looked over the girl's hand. Kendra couldn't help but smile a little. This chick was kind of bad ass.
Kendra had stepped up for the poor guy. Her feet were on autopilot. Apparently higher brain function wasn't an option tonight. Don't make waves. Don't stand out. What are you doing? She told herself in her head. Only she wasn't in her head. She was pushing her way through the crowd for some reason to confront a bully of all things. She stopped when her eyes landed on the jockish looking guy and the much smaller scrawnier guy he was abusing. The mutant in question had red eyes. Harmless enough in itself. They looked rather evil, but his general demeanor was submissive, non confrontational. It was Kendra herself in a nutshell. Why then was she making a stand?
Kendra sighed as the jock bully turned his attention on the pretty redhead who decided to interrupt him. Kendra didn't have any special skills. Nothing while she was awake anyways. When she dreamed, she could move about the world invisible and even teleport, but awake she might as well have been a human. There was nothing she could do if this turned violent and suddenly she felt completely helpless as the man stepped up to her. He tried to make himself as large as he could. Towering over Kendra like the Chrysler building. Her chin was about chest level with him.
"Why? You got a thing for freaks?"
"I gotta thang, for common decency." She said simply. The southern drawl pulling her voice from her pouty lips like liquid honey. Her voice was low, a little rough and sweet symphony to someone's ear. It must've been nice, because suddenly the bullie's tone changed completely.
"Oh honey don't be like that, see I was just having a conversation with the gentleman. Now what about you? You want to talk to me don't you?" He asked. He crouched to bring himself to her eye level and had a mocking, concerned look on his face that was more asinine than anything else.
The mutant that started the whole mess quickly slipped away. He didn't want to be part of a lynch mob, and though he appreciated the woman for sticking up for him, he didn't want to step in for her behest. That would put him back in the line of fire and even worse than before. He decided it was wiser to duck while the ducking was good. Kendra was left on her own, but she did realize that the mutant had slipped away. Most of the crowd had disappeared as well. The scene was suddenly not as interesting when they realized the guy was just looking for someone to mess with, and not taking a principaled stand against mutants.
They went back to New Yorkers doing what they do best, keeping their heads down and minding their own business. Kendra felt the guy's body pushing into herse. His hand shot down and grasped for hers and suddenly she was repulsed even more. She felt the knot twisting in her stomach. She looked around, but no one was interested anymore. She turned and started to leave. deciding that maybe stepping forward was a stupid idea. To her surprise the man followed her.
Her hand slipped back into her pocket and she tried to remain in brightly lit areas, but it was past midnight. It was New York City. There were plenty of alleys to choose from. There was always a dark shadowy corner to be had. Kendra's fingers started to scramble for the buttons "911" As she turned to realize that the man was still following her.
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Mhmm out for a walk with your trusty gun and badge. Kendra mirrored back in her mind with some admitted sarcasm. She wasn't even going to begin to ask questions about the elephant. Some dogs were better left in their cages. On an average night, when she wasn't trying to be the world's clumsiest super heroine..... Kendra would find someone interesting to follow and make it her job to find out as much as she could about them through the course of a single evening. It was investigative sure, but it was also fascinating. Especially when the person didn't realize she was there. The things she had seen... Ohhhh boy! Talk about eye opening experiences.
Still, if an official ride along was out of the question, a simple tag along would have to do. She wasn't sure how the girl knew she was there still. She still didn't reveal her cards. Something that was still pulling at the back of Kendra's mind. Maybe she's like Emily, and can sense people's emotions? Maybe she has X-Ray vision? No that's stupid. I'll figure it out. I got nothing but time and opportunity. Kendra thought as she continued banging her feet on the dumpster.
"Ok, so you were out for a walk, you were admiring the pretty stars. You find'churself arrestin a couple'o creepos and stumble on an invisible girl. Typical night for you then?" She asked. Kendra normally was very shy and mousey, but being invisible gave her the confidence to be more forward with people. She felt more confident when people couldn't see how scared she normally was of things. Something about being invisible just made her feel untouchable. More confident. It made her feel like a completely different person. So usually that came with a little sass.
Well she thought. Maybe I'll get to know the girl. If she's off duty maybe she would like to stop get some coffee or something. She was actually kind of cute now that Kendra actually looked at her. It seemed decided at this point that she would be spending a good chunk of the night with the lady cop. "Buy'u some coffee honey?" She said with her southern bell voice. The voice that sounded slightly rough as if she had a cold, with a sweet southern drawl. Her voice sounded like caramelized sugar.
Kendra normally found ways to get herself into trouble. Like sneaking into movie theaters, or finding some poor person to prank of spy on. But now she had met someone who was like her. A fellow mutant, and that was interesting in and of it self, but she also found someone who had noticed her, even while invisible and that was more interesting. She didn't care if she went on a ride along with her, if she sat down for coffee with her or followed her home. She felt that familiar itch tugging in her mind. When she was intrigued and just HAD to find out more. She was hoping for more.... A lot more.
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Kendra was only vaguely aware that she was being scooped up. Her eyes began to feel heavy and she had to resist the urge to pass out. Kendra felt her body being picked up by strong arms. She could hear far off voices, even though they were in the same room with her. When she felt herself being placed on the table she turned her head to see Leon staring back at her. Her eyes were barely cracked open, but she tried to smile.
She felt a hand rushing over her ribs and side and she felt a spreading warmth. It was an indescribable feeling. Like an internal warmth that was spreading outward, radiating around where it hurt the worst and gradually lessoning the pain. Kendra tried to sit up, but the stabbing pain in her ribs prevented it. She didn't try again. Instead she resigned herself to groggily staring at the ceiling tiles.
"You were fighting three men last night young lady?" The old man said in a calm amused voice. "And.... You were invisible." Shit! Kendra thought. She felt a twinge of guilt surging through her. She wondered if Leon would put two and two together with the fact that she could turn invisible and he had an invisible intruder in his room not to long ago. Her face scrunching into an apologetic look.
"I see you fell from a fire escape and nearly broke your ribs." Kendra didn't know how he was doing that. She didn't know that he could see how injuries happened. She felt nervous as his hands moved over the rest of her body and healed whatever ailed her. He finally placed a hand on her head and reversed the effects of the blunt force trauma she had taken.
"Be more careful in the future my dear girl."
Kendra felt..... Better! She hesitantly sat up, and then she sat all the way up after a slight delay. She looked around. No wonder someone had sent her to see this guy. He was a magic healer. Kendra looked at the kind old man and smiled nervously. She wish he would have kept his mouth shut about the invisible thing. Then reluctantly her eyes moved over to Leon. Her face turned a bright red and matched his complexion almost. "Thanks for' the heroics'n all. It would've been bad if I slipped into unconsciousness with a head injury." She said finally.
She was terrified of that more than anything. The thought of getting some kind of brain injury that caused her to pass out. Slip into a coma and be trapped in a dream. The thought of being invisible for longer than th course of a single night was the most terrifying thing she could imagine.
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