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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It was one of the rare nights that Kendra found herself awake late at night. She moved through the streets of New York just wanting to get a breath of the city. She had been cooped up in the mansion for far to long. Kendra looked around and saw the signs, the billboards. Everything about this city was alive and jumping. The way the vents and grates added smells to the air. The sound of the people the cars. Even for this time of night the city was busy. Kendra still hadn't gotten used to that. Growing up in Georgia, on a farm no less she found it a huge contrast to how she was used to living.
Still, it was exiting to see the city for what it was. Diverse. Since she arrived in New York she had found that not only were mutants ok to 'out of the closet' here, but she hadn't seen any mutant hating since she had made it to New York. That was, until tonight. Kendra was moving down the sidewalk. She quietly scrolled through the screens on her phone. Checking her texts she saw one new message in the inbox.
New Message sent Wednesday April,5th,2017 11:42pm
Hey girl! Look, I know you're probably busy exploring the big apple seeing the sites and all that jazz but come on Hammerson needs those photos by the deadline. This is a big article. Fairly political, but important regardless. Make time for it!!!! Anyways take lots of pictures give me a call when you get a moment.
Kendra looked at the message before opening the reply box. She started typing with one hand.
Still settling in....... I'll email my shots tonight I promise. And tell Hammerson that he can freaking wait!
Kendra hit the delete button erasing everything after the word promise. She wasn't about to make waves. She was a photographer. She had some pictures on her camera she kept forgetting to email in to her friend Delilah who worked for a local paper down in Georgia. She hadn't really thought much about anything since she got to New York. She had ran into one thing after the next, she was bombarded with things coming at her in all directions the pictures for work just kind of slipped her mind.
Kendra slipped her phone back in her pocket and kept walking. She was coming up to a movie theater and noticed that there was a bit of a crowd around some people up ahead. She raised a curios eyebrow. She could hear raised voices.
"What are you going to do about it? Mutant?" The first guy said.
"Look I just wanted to see the movie. I'll leave, I make you uncomfortable and that's fine, I will leave." The mutant replied, he clearly didn't want to have a confrontation, but the first man was persistent.
"Who said I was going to let you go anywhere freak?"
Before Kendra even realized what she was doing she was speaking up. It wasn't like her. To get involved, but seeming someone get picked on just for being a mutant. It was something that always tugged at her heartstrings. Kendra was both proud and horrified when she heard the words spilling out of her mouth. "Why don'tchu just leave'em alone? Asswipe."
Kendra wasn't able to manipulate reality. She couldn't actually change anything about the world except for simply picking up a pencil or something equally mundane. She had the potential within her to craft dreams, but she didn't know this. For now she simply seemed stuck in a limbo of wandering halls and restless nights. The waves breaking apart at the edges of the maze was a tiny hiccup. What it actually was, was her mind trying to change what she saw. It was her crafting the dream she inhabited.
She would still be inside the hedge maze only she would 'feel' as if she was somewhere else. Dream crafting wasn't something she even thought of as a possibility and when it started to happen the tiniest bit it freaked her out. She didn't want to try again. Kendra simply wanted to forget it ever happened. She wasn't even entirely sure it was her. It could have very well been another mutant wandering around in the maze or outside on the grounds practicing their powers whatever they might be. Heck she was probably just seeing things because she lives in a constant state of exhaustion due to her mutation.
Kendra sighed and realized that she had been nervously tugging at the hem of her shirt as she listened to Gemma talk about another dream walker. She said his powers were different from hers. But his powers also activated when he slept. Suddenly was interested in hearing more about it. "There've been others like me here?" She wondered what they were like. What all they could do. It would have been amazing to learn from another dream walker how to control certain things. If anyone could explain it more to her they surely could.
Kendra was sinking back into the recesses of her own mind. She was considering the possibilities of actually learning how to deal with them. Kendra smiled lightly when Gemma offered to allow her to sleep in her office. That was awfully nice of her, but it still freaked her out a little. She supposed it couldn't hurt to try, if there were other dream walkers and it had helped them sleep. "Thanks." was all she said about it.
Kendra didn't know much about her powers, for everything she did know there was a whole slew of things about it she didn't know. She just knew it made her invisible and gave her the ability to teleport around at will. She had invisibility and free time on her hands which obviously meant she had become a bit of a prankster. She had to find ways to entertain herself throughout the night. Kendra smiled at Gemma. And accepted her offer of sleeping in her office. "Well. I suppose I wouldn't mind tryn'a get some shut eye sleepin round ya. It would be nice to realize my brain has'a off switch."
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
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Daydream was seized by a sense of child like wonder. There was a blue glow coming from the still open doors in the back of the room. The whole room seemed to be a giant circus tent only the back of the room seemed to stretch, fade and distort. There was a rolling fog now spilling lightly over the floor. It rolled past Geo and Daydream and made their feet disappear within it. Daydream looked around at the faces of the mutants in the audience. They wre all telepathically linked to Geo and Daydream. They were all linked by Elise's mind. Because they were linked the mutants in the stand could get a look at Daydream and even Geo!
Daydream noticed all of these things that filled her with such awe in a span of seconds. Every time her eyes settled on some new little detail she was struck again but a tug of curiosity. Geo's general attitude snapped her out of whatever illusions she was feeling. She had never been to the circus before, the thought of it made her smile. The circus always seemed like such a happy place to her. She wasn't getting the same defensive vibes as Geo, but when she heard his tone she felt the hair on her neck stand up. It was like an alarm bell went off. What am I missing? She wondered.
"We've been quite impressed with you too, actually young man." Gavin said to Geo turning his wicked smile in his direction. Gavin took of his top hat to reveal his short spikey hair beneath it. Gavin held his top hat in both hands in front of him. The smile faded from his face and the look that replaced it was one of a man trying to measure you up. Gavin's eyes narrowed, for but a split second before the smile spread back across his thin lips.
Daydream took a slight step towards Geo and allowed his body to hide her a bit. She wasn't sure what to make of all this, but the mutants in the stands all around them were nodding approvingly. They were linked to Kendra and Geo and Elise, so that they could all see the new recruit, or recruits in this case. They were all brought into Elise's mind so they could see the new addition to their family. Because if it's one thing they were at Gavin Sinclair's Fantastical Circus of Curiosities and Wonders, it was family!
"Now. I don't know what gave you'all the wrong idea about me. I'm no psychic. I'm just your garden variety human. No, I don't hold anything that makes me special. But you do honey." Gavin said pointing at Daydream and gingerly lowering himself down onto the chair Geo had been sitting it. The chair and the king sized canopy bed still appeared to be inside this crazy circus tent with them. "Oh, honey you are a special one indeed. The invisible girl! The amazing dreamer! The bombshell beauty who can be in two places at once!" Gavin was beaming with enthusiasm. "My card." He said pulling out his card and handing it to Daydream.
Daydream took the card hesitantly reaching around Geo to grab it. She looked at it thoughtfully and said the words out loud. "Gavin Sinclair's Fantastical Circus of Curiosities and Wonders. Come see the greatest feats on earth performed by the most magnificent beasts on earth." Daydream looked up from the card and then back at Gavin. "You treat mutants as sideshow freaks?!?!?!? That's barbaric!"
Daydream was disgusted suddenly. Any happy thoughts she had associated with this circus was turning to bile in the pit of her stomach. Gavin stood up from his chair and put his hands up in a pleading motion. The palms of his gloved hands held out like stop signs. "No no no no no honey you got me all wrong! I don't force anyone to be here. I give these poor mistreated souls purpose! Some of'em they aint never gonna hold down a real job. They can't feed themselves or their families. NO one wants to hire a mutant that scares away the customers! But with me, they have a place where they're accepted. A place to belong and have friends. A place where they can use their powers and not feel shame for it! You two...." Gavin held out his hand and someone from the crowd tossed him a black and silver cane.
Gavin tapped his cane on the floor like it was the period at the end of his sentence! "You two are invited to come and check us out. We cordially invite you to a show.... Under the bigtop!" Gavin took a bow and held the cane and tophat over his head in separate hands.
Daydream still didn't know how she felt about it. She still felt sick to her stomach at the thought of how they were exploiting mutants. She had never had any great swelling of mutant pride, but it made her heart bleed to see mutants mistreated. She was a mutant. Geo was a mutant. Everyone who ever mattered to her in her whole stupid life had been a mutant. Daydream looked at Gavin and then back to Geo..... What could it hurt to go to a show?
Kendra watched as some pretty little number stopped by her bestest buddy and started chatting him up. Kendra rolled her eyes. Leaning on the bar she decided that this guy was hers. She didn't have issue with ruining his chances with the girl. She was way out of his league anyways. Though, Kendra watched it go on for awhile just on the off chance that he was foolish enough to try a pick up line. Those were always hysterical train wrecks. Oddly enough, one wasn't needed. She seemed into him already. Either she's a working gal, or she's have a few drinks at the bar herself. Kendra didn't see it. She couldn't figure out why this honestly gorgeous girl was talking to this guy. Not that he was bad looking, but there wasn't anything particularly spectacular about him.
Oops! Kendra thought as she teleported behind him and purposefully bumped into him causing him to spill his drink that he wouldn't let leave his sight. The drink and ice spilled all over little miss perky boobs and Kendra almost burst out laughing. Instead she teleported behind the bar just to watch the fireworks explode with a nice few. Kendra watched as the girl had a melt down about her dress. Kendra couldn't blame her. Looked like a really expensive dress.
Oh man and he was doing so well too! Kendra wasn't mean spirited by nature, but she did enjoy a good prank when she was dream walking. She had hours to kill, there was no way for her to turn it of and just sleep. She would wander around nightly and as you can imagine that got boring pretty quickly. So she would find little ways to entertain herself. For the moment, tonight's game seemed to be make this guy's night out as miserable as possible and make him think he's just having bad luck. It was relatively harmless fun and it was enough to hold her attention.
Kendra made sure that there were no mirrors or reflections around. For the most part she was ok. She didn't see anything that would give her away. She was invisible but if there was a reflection around she would be in trouble. She could be seen in reflections and mirrors. She didn't know why that was a thing, but it always had been. The bartender started coming down towards her end of the bar, and if he bumped into her he would definitely feel it and freak out so she teleported back to her bar stool beside Artair and watched as the pretty lady left complaining. Well, that's two drinks of his I wasted. He's not getting laid or drunk tonight. What a bummer. She thought to herself utterly amused with her own shenanigans.
Kendra sat quietly in her stool. She had to be sure no one saw anything suspicious. The way her power worked was pretty simple. Whatever she had with her when she fell asleep would come into the dream with her on her dream body, like a phone in her pocket or a bow in her hair.... These things were invisible. Whatever she interacted with in the world would appear to be moving on their own as the invisible girl manipulated it. She had caught herself about to reach over the bar and pick up a lime to suck on, but stopped herself just before she grabbed one. Not a good idea. She thought.
Feeling a bit cheated her shoulders slumped and she looked back at her new best buddy Artair. She kinda felt bad for being such a drain on his fun to generate fun of her own. So to make it up to him she teleported behind the bar again when the bartender moved down to the other end. Everyone seemed to be distracted and she quickly grabbed a glass and the bottle of scotch and crouched down behind the counter with it. Less of a chance for unsuspecting eyes to see an invisible bartender. Pouring him another drink she put the scotch on the counter and stood up and put the glass in front of him, before teleporting back to her stool.
Didn't quite make up for her pulling the rug out from under him with the babe in the dress, but it was her way of apologizing. Besides if she was being completely honest she owed the poor guy a drink anyways.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Teleporting back down to where the lady cop stood Kendra decided to stop with the games. She was sure that playing find the mutie was fun in all, but even that game had it's limits. Kendra wasn't sure what to make of the situation yet. She seemed to not be in trouble. Though, she seemed intent on lecturing her about being stupid about how she was doing things. Kendra wasn't an expert at this. Hell, this was the first actual fight she had found herself in. On her previous nights of crime fighting she took the car keys of a drunk guy who pulled over to take a piss on the side of the road, and irritatedly threw a discarded can at some guy who littered and nailed him in the back of the head. That was about it. Her crime fighting resume was spectacularly unimpressive thus far.
Yeah I'm really changing the world. She thought. Maybe she's right. This is kinda crazy. Kendra mused as Quin told her 3 on 1 odds weren't in her favor. Kendra looked at the woman and sighed. she wasn't sure if she was trying to reach her somehow, some heartfelt speech to get her to give up taking on bad guys or not. But her words were enough to make her question what she was doing at least. It didn't take much to shake the novice vigilante to her core.
- "You know this would be a lot easier if I could see you, you know."
Kendra laughed as she explained. "I can't help'it. I'm not even really here, I'm just'a dream. " Kendra said in her sweet southern Georgia accent. Her voice was rough and gravly, she sounded sweet and cute, but like she had a cold. The typical tomboy voice if there ever was one. Her voice sounded like caramelized sugar. She realized as she said it, that it sounded ridiculous. It was always odd trying to explain her dream walking thing to someone. Her astral projection ability. "I'm miles away from here, sleep'n my bed. I'm an astral projector. This body...." Kendra placed a hand on Quin's shoulder to show her that she was in fact here in the alley with her in some capacity. "It's just part of the dream that my'sleepin brain has conjured up."
Kendra took her hand off Quin's shoulder. Moving over to a pile of trash she saw a hand mirror that had a crack in it. It would work for the demonstration she supposed. Kendra was invisible. Everything she fell asleep with, her clothes her jacket was also invisible. The only time she could be seen was reflections. "Unfortunately any injurires I get while asleep show up on'ma body in the morning, so i'd imagine that somewhere in this city, I'm just'a tossin and turning right now." She said placing a hand on her still aching rib as she bent over to grab the mirror.
Kendra moved back over to where Quin stood and turned her back to her, but standing directly in front of her. Holding the mirror up in front of her face she smiled. The mirror appeared to be floating all on it's on in front of Quin, though there was surprisingly a reflection in it. A reflection of a young 21 year old redhead with brown eyes and a pretty smile. "This'is the best I an do I can't just stop being invisible, I don't now how. I can teleport though." She said teleporting over to a dumpster. She was standing on top of the dumpster now and looked up. The gutter from the roof above was dripping some water down onto her shoulder and she looked up and held out a hand to catch some laughing a little.
"This is New York, detective, an invisible girl can hardly be the strangest, thang you've seen so far!" She exclaimed loudly as if she was giving an announcement to the whole block. Kendra was smiling. She normally used her invisibility to become a bit of a trickster, a prankster. She wasn't pulling pranks now. Kendra dropped on her but so that she was sitting on the dumpster. The dumpster rang out with a thud and there was the sound of a light tapping as her feet lightly banged against the side of the dumpster.
"You wanna take me on a ride along? Show me how crime should be handled? You seemed awfully concerned about my well being. Could be an eye opening experience." Kendra was in a playful sort of mood. Despite getting her ass kicked, she had won. That kind of triumph had a way of putting you in a good mood. Besides she had hours to kill and besides, she thought it'd be rather interesting to see how a mutant cop operated. Quite interesting indeed.
We had our own private room? Daydream moved around the room. The tips of her fingers gliding over the polished wood of the hand carved dresser. It was quite fancy. It seemed even more like a castle from the inside with the extravagant furnishings. Daydream moved over to a large armoire. She opened the double doors and extended her arms, fully stretching out her wingspan as her eyes settled on the clothes hanging inside. Daydream grabbed herself a fresh shirt and a pair of jeans that seemed to be about hers size from the dresser. This place was home to those who were out of options. Only made sense there'd be spare clothes lying around.
Daydream looked around, but she didn't see a private bathroom that she could excuse herself to. She wanted to get out of these dirty clothes. They were covered in dirt and sweat. It made her skin feel itchy, and the prospect of slipping into something fresh to fall asleep in seemed like a comfort she couldn't resist. "Ummm..... Do ya mind?" She asked softly, almost nervously as she kicked off her shoes. She would have to get changed in front of Geo and hope that he was enough of a gentleman not to peek.
When he turned around for her she crossed hr arms and pulled her shirt from the bottom and lifted it up over her head. The soft pale skin shivered a bit as the stale air of the room kissed it. Daydream had turned her back to Geo. Despite the fact that she had waited for him to turn around before she got changed, she still turned her back to him out of shyness. Daydream stood there topless, she only had on a pink bra and her ripped dirty jeans. Slipping the fresh white shirt on quickly and pulling it down, she slide out of her jeans. She bent over as she pulled them down causing her shirt to ride the small of her back and reveal a hint at the silk that lied beneath. Daydream stepped into one pants leg at a time and quickly and quietly pulled up the new pants. These did not have holes in them.
The silence in the room was maddeningly loud as she awkwardly got changed over by the bed. "Okay." She said simply. Daydream pulled out her hair, it was tucked into her shirt from where she pulled on the shirt in haste. Moving around the bed she place a soft hand on even softer sheets. The bed looked so comfortable. She was so tired, more so now that she had something clean on and she didn't have that itchy feeling crawling all over. Just the one bed though. Daydream bit her lower lip and chewed on it in thought. Her eyes drifted to Geo as she considered sharing the bed with him. Crawling in, she decided she trusted him enough to be alone... In a room with him, while she slept. If'n he was gone do somethang, he woulda by now. He said he was going to stand guard while she slept. That wasn't really necessary, this place seemed safe. She wasn't made of porcelain. Though her skin was of that shade. "Stay til' I fall'asleep?" Daydream asked quietly. It wasn't long until she was peacefully asleep. She felt right into a dream almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"........." Daydream was about to tell Geo he could go when the lights in the room began to flicker above their heads. The lights slowly faded until they were in complete darkness. Suddenly a swell of music rose from nothing at all. It seemed to be coming from the back corner of the surprisingly large room. The music was creepy and frightening. Something you'd hear in a haunted house right, only this wasn't a right this was happening right in front of them. Suddenly the back wall in the back of the room opened up like a large set of double doors. The music got louder as these impromptu doors opened in on themselves. Out stepped two people. A man and a woman. The man was smiling but the girl was simply staring at them.
Around them seemed to materialize a large circus tent. In fact, Daydream realized that now as she look all around her, the entire room had transformed in the blink of an eye. They were no long inside the sanctuary they were inside a giant red and white big top tent with carnival music still playing from somewhere. There was a stage and some cages lying around. And a large crowed of mutants, many of them with visible mutations staring at them from the bleachers. Fireworks exploded above the man and the womanand butterflies seemed to fly all around twinkling as if they were something ethereal, and not real. Daydream had to resist the urge to reach out and touch one. What was happening?!!?!?!? Was she dreaming? Was she having an actual dream? She looked over to Geo. The whole thing felt very real.
"Forgive the theatrics my dear. My name is Gavin Sinclaire. Ive been wanting to meet you for sometime my dear. And may I just say, you are even lovelier than I imagined." The man said looking directly at Daydream, even though she was invisible. Daydream didn't even understand how that was possible. She hadn't even put two and two together yet that this was Swift's employer. The girl with the man was a powerful psychic, even though she was only 15. She was causing them to see the room as a circus tent. She was able to telepathically link people, as many as she wanted. And when she linked them she could make them meet in a virtual meeting place and have them see whatever her little imagination could dream up. In this case.... A circus tent. "You...you can see me?" Daydream finally uttered. She was rendered almost speechless. It all seemed like some fantasy or dream, and she knew she was asleep due to the light pink aura that was enclosed around her ghostly body.
"Why I sure can little lady. This here's Elise. She's a powerful psychic. She's the one that allowed this little meeting to take place." Sinclaire said. Then he turned and looked at Geo, he reached up a white gloved hand and tipped his fancy top hat at Geo with a smile. He looked like a circus ringmaster. Because he was a circus ringmaster. Fully equipped with a big red coat, white pants and knee high black boots. All he was missing was a curly mustache to twirl evily, but Daydream wasn't afraid she was more curious. "Why do you want to meet me?" She asked, still there was more curiosity in her voice than fear.
So this place is booby trapped? That's just freaking fantastic. Still, shouldn't be to difficult, even for a clumsy oaf like me. She thought. Kendra stood there a moment staring at the girl who introduced herself as Becca. She took the time to crack her neck and shake out her arms and legs. Get loose. So to speak. She wasn't actually stretching for anything like this before she was just going through the motions. Now one wrong move could have consequences.
Kendra leaned over slightly. Allowing her arms to dangle as she stared at the mark ahead of her. Focus on the pattern. Remember where you want to go and just...... BLINK BLINK BLINK...BLINK BLINK BLINK BLINK BLINK, BLINK BLINK. Kendra teleported in rapid succession each time standing on the panel long enough to feel the pressure sensitive plate shift beneath her weight, before teleporting to the next one. She was very clumsy on her feet. She had however mastered teleportation and could move through the world like a ninja if she wanted to. Kendra teleported one final time and found herself in front of the door which had swung open when the last panel shifted into place.
"THAT WAS FUN!" She called out from across the room. She was proud of herself and she couldn't help but have a wide goofy grin plastered all over her face. It wasn't often that she got to feel like a badass, but she sort of did right now. A lucky break that her power was actually useful in this situation. Kendra waited for Becca to make her way across to her before proceeding any further. Ok calm down. Let's not go pluckin the chicken before ya laid'n egg. Pretty sure that'was jus level one on this crazy thrill ride!
Kendra turned and peered through the door. Once again her curiosity was getting the better of her. Beyond that door was pitch black. She couldn't see her hand two inches in front of her face. How'er we gone get through that? She thought. I have'a flashlight on'ma cell phone, but that's about it. Kendra hated the dark. She wasn't so much afraid of the dark itself, but rather what might be lurking in it. And when you're in a room called the danger room..... What might be lurking in it could be anything. Kendra's fingers danced nervously at her sides as she waited for her companion to join her. She had no intentions of giving up. Now more than ever for some reason she really wanted to prove that she could handle this.
It wasn't like there were any stakes. She didn't have anything hanging in the balance other than personal pride, but she wanted to finish this all the same. She found herself caring about what Becca thought about her for some reason. She didn't want to be seen as a quitter so she would brave the dark perils of the pitch black room. The crazy thing about the danger room it seemed, was that it could literally be anything. You had no idea what to expect next. Kendra had already finished one part of the room. No doubt the challenge was only going to rise as the time passed, but she thought that maybe she could handle it. She was ready to really test herself.
Kendra looked up. She was drug out of her thoughts by a voice. A familiar voice. Looking up she saw that it was Leon. He almost appeared to be ..... Smiling? Well, she thought. It took her a few moments to really allow what he asked to sink in, then she realized that he was talking about her bruises and scrapes. She didn't know why, but telling him that she had stopped a mugging had seemed embarrassing. She didn't do it for the recognition. Though to be honest she wasn't sure why she was going out nights trying to stop random crimes. It was New York after all. If you expected to be able to put a dent in crime you were sadly mistaken.
Kendra rubbed her arm nervously as she tried to think up something believable. "I uh.... I guess I should watch where i'm going I guess." She said with her eyes cast down at the floor. She didn't like lying. Not that her lie was very believable. She had deep purple bruises on her neck in the shape of fingers. She was clearly choked. It wasn't like she slipped, fell down some stairs and accidentally choked herself.
Kendra's eyes finally did move up to meet Leon's. "You're lookin good. Was that'chu screamin back there?" She wasn't trying to invade his privacy, but rather deflect the conversation away from her embarrassing bruises. In the end all she managed to do was make herself seem like the victim of domestic abuse. Kendra skirted the question and redirected it towards Leon. She couldn't be sure, but something seemed different about him. Then she noticed his quills were missing. The things that he had been so touchy about before. Was that what the scream had been about? She wondered as she tried her best to put on a happy smile. Truth was it was hard to smile right now. Even sitting in this chair was excruciatingly painful. Something was wrong with her ribs. Or at least she thought so.
Kendra shifted in her chair and looked back at the door. I'm fine. She thought. I just need to take it easy the next few nights. She assured herself. She could see the Doc later if things got any worse. Kendra stood from her chair after a little effort and was determined that she was going to leave on her own power. After all, Leon probably already thought her to be a stary eyed do gooder who couldn't keep her nose out of other people's business. She didn't want him to think that she was a cry baby too. As stupid as that sounded, that was the reason she was leaving without medical attention. Because she was worried what some stranger might think who didn't even seem to like her much.
But then again, that was Kendra to a letter. She cared to much about what other people thought. Kendra found herself feeling light headed when she stood up to fast. The room began to spin and cartwheel in on itself. The motion blur of the spinning room was enough to make Kendra's eyes cross for a moment, and before she knew what was happening she was sailing towards the floor. Kendra fainted right there, from the stress of her injuries. They just happened to be worse than she was letting one.
Kendra found herself sitting in a waiting room waiting to see someone named Doc Professor. Or at least she thought that's who it was. She had some bad bruising on her ribs and hand prints around her throat from where she was almost choked to death last night. Kendra had decided that as long as she was living in the X-Mansion with the X-Men, she could do her part. She had nothing but time, and when she went to sleep at night, when she crawled in bed to slumber. She dressed for a fight.
Her attire was a pair of old ripped up jeans and some sturdy boots, a leather jacket and a gun holster concealing a tranquilizer gun. Tucked neatly under a leather jacket. She had a pair of wool fingerless black gloves she always wore and a collapsible police baton hanging from her belt. Not the most heroic looking of heroes, but she was trying. She was doing the best she could with the merger belongs she had.
It was her nightly dream walking activities that had landed her here in the waiting room. She saved a girl last night. She saved a girl from being attacked in an alley by three men. Not without sustaining some possible broken ribs and almost being choked to death. Kendra wasn't sure what she was doing here, but someone here who seemed to have some authority ordered her to come see Doc Professor. From the sound of things in the other room she wasn't sure this guy was actually going to make her feel better. Sounds like he'd make it hurt worse. Kendra mused as she listened to Leon's screams in the next room. She didn't recognize the pain as anything she recognized. She was far to distracted in her own head to be listening that closely. Last night you almost got'churself killed stupid girl! Next time ..... Wait next time? Is there really going to be a next time?
Kendra was stuck inside her own head, contemplating weather or not she was even cut out for crime fighting. It hurt. It hurt a lot. She did feel great though, knowing that, last night wouldn't forever be that poor woman's 'worst night of her life.' Kendra was smiling despite the pain she was feeling. The smile quickly faded when Leon let out another scream.
Kendra found herself with yet another lonely night on her hands. Emily, her girlfriend had been distant as of late. She was an empath with the ability to sense other people's emotions and feel them as her own. Maybe it was the heat between the two of them. The fact that they had developed feelings so quickly, so intensely that it was overwhelming to her. Kendra tried her best to understand, it probably wasn't easy. So she gave her some space.
Kendra moved around her bedroom in the X-Mansion quietly pondering what she was going to do. She sat down on her bed and messed with her phone. Checking through the text messages she saw a few undeleted texts from Max. A light smile tugged at her face. Well. She thought. Wonder what he's up to? Max was a member of Haven. She had met him shortly after she arrived in New York and considered him a friend. Kendra sighed and started getting ready for bed.
For most people getting ready for bed meant stripping down. For Kendra it entailed putting on something warm and lacing up her boots. Finding her gun holster and slipping that on as well and grabbing her police baton. It was second nature at this point. Because Kendra, was an astral projector. A dream walker. Whatever Kendra fell asleep with, follwed her into her dreams. Kendra slipped under the covers and shifted until she was comfortable. She was wearing a beige wool sweater, and black wool fingerless gloves. She had on a pair of ripped grey wash jeans, and a pair of well scuffed combat boots.
Kendra rolled over to her side. And stared out the window. She thought about the places she would travel tonight. She thought she would finally check up on Haven, the place that Max said he worked for. She had always been curious, and since she wasn't going to be spending time with Emily tonight she decided that she could use the adventure. At least to get her mind off of things. Kendra laid there thinking about what the place might be like and it wasn't long until she fell asleep.
Kendra was sleeping peacefully in her bed. Her mind already quietly projecting a copy of her body which was standing beside the bed. When she dream walked..... Her mind made a physical copy of herself and her conscious thought was transferred over to that body. Kendra looked out the window and teleported herself to the lawn. Then she teleported outside the gate of the mansion's grounds. Kendra found that in her dreams she had the ability to teleport, and it sure beat walking. Hm... Where did he say the place was? She couldn't very well take a cab there I'm invisible. Have to figure it out on my own. She mused.
Kendra walked the streets with her hands stuffed down into the pockets of her jeans. She wasn't getting anywhere with her stupid adventure and it was starting to look as if her whole trip had been in vein. To keep herself occupied she teleported about the street, teleported onto fire escapes with open windows next to them just to get a peek inside. She teleported around moving from place to place just trying to find something to break up the mind numbing bordom of once again finding herself alone. This sucks! She thought glumly as kicked a rock down the street. That's when she saw the guy.
He was standing outside a large building looking up at it, like well... Like he had never seen a large building before. What's he doing out at this time of night? Kendra thought. She hadn't heard the music yet, she didn't know she was approaching some kind of hellfire club. All she knew was she was bored and she was looking for adventure. She had stumbled upon the very adventure she had set out to find and she didn't even know it. She forgot all about spying on Max and seeing what he was up to. Now her noseyness was in full force. She had always been a very nosey person. It was coded into her DNA as much as her mutation was. Kendra teleported closer behind a car.
She wasn't sure why she was hiding, it wasn't like he could see her. Kendra teleported up behind him as he headed inside. What's this guy up to? She thought as she watched him conversing with a secretary. Ok weird. She thought as she watched him pass to security guards. When the doors open and he stepped inside, Kendra teleported herself in right behind him as the doors shut.
She looked around. A nightclub? She have never been to a club before. The loud droning electronic music, the dancefloor packed with sweaty bodies. People were having a good time. Kendra's idea of a good time was finding some beautiful photograph captured through the lens of her camera. She wasn't much into the clubbing scene. Though she had found her victim for the night. That's what she called them. Her victims. She was invisible. She chose people at random sometimes to follow just to see what they would do. People had always interested him. This guy didn't look like a mutant. He just looked like a normal humey. The humeys were always so interesting to watch. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. No major ones anyways. Not like the problems mutants had to face.
Kendra sat down in the empty stool beside him at the bar and watched as he ordered a scotch. Well, at least he orders a good drink. She thought as the music continued to assault her ears. Kendra smiled when the bartender set the drink down and this guy was distracted by something in the club. She picked up a straw from behind the bar and set it in his drink and slurped it down before he had a chance to turn around. What a gentleman. She thought. Buyin a lady a drink. Kendra left his glass sitting in front of him empty as she quickly and discretely pulled the straw from the beverage. She stuck it in her mouth and chewed on the end of it laughing a little inside her head. Wonder if this guy's waiting for someone? Might be fun to mess with him a bit.
"No. I'm fine." Kendra said rather unconvincingly. She winced a bit with each breath. "I .... Uh, was out for a walk, heard hollerin I couldn't just not help." Kendra said putting out her cigarette and crushing it beneath the heel of her boot. Kendra didn't get the answer she was hoping for. She didn't know how this girl's powers worked only that she had some. For the moment she didn't seem to be under arrest. Kendra started to relax a little. She dropped the tough girl act and just reverted back to her natural personality.
Yeah I was just out for a walk and had to help. That was partly the truth. Kendra neglected to mention the fact that she was actually out looking for a fight. She knew that the streets of New York had a reputation for being more than a little unsavory, and still she went looking for trouble. What was I trying to prove anyways? That I could get my ass kicked with the best of them? Kendra moved around the woman with her eyes still narrowed. She was awfully friendly to vigilantes. Weren't there laws against vigilantism? Was she going to kindly look the other way, because she believed in the value of a good deed.
Kendra didn't fear this woman. It wasn't as if she was suspecting some bigoted behavior from a fellow mutant. She could be straight with her. Kendra teleported up to the fire escape above the cop and was looking down at her. Should have thought of that before I fell and nearly broke my ribs. She thought bitterly. She didn't speak at first wanting to see how long it took the cop to look up. Is she sensing me somehow? She was careful not to make noise. She wanted to satisfy her nosey curiousity.
She was interested in mutations. People's mutations had fascinated her. Back home in Georgia there was so much mutant hating going on, most mutants wisely opted not to reveal themselves. Here in New York, they didn't have to hide. It was culturally accepted to be a mutant for the most part, heck they even let you join the police force! If her boys in blue even know she's a mutant that is.
Kendra crouched down on the fire escape. Looking at her watch she saw that she had plenty of time before the sun would rise and she would wake up from this dream. She decided that she was going to learn everything she could about her female friend here. I got'sum time'ta kill. Why not?
The healer was an older man. He could have been in his 80's Daydream watched him with a careful eye as he moved closer. He had his wrinkled hands stretched out, fingers curled liked twisted claws from arthritis and wear and tear on his older body. Daydream found herself shifting a little uncomfortably in anticipation. She hadn't met a healer before. She wasn't really sure what to expect, but Geo seemed fairly uninterested in the apparently mundane task of getting patched up.
The old man said nothing as he moved closer to her. For the moment, Daydream's problems were forgotten. She wasn't thinking about the police, or Swift, or even Emily. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly seized by fear, but she was. Some irrational part of her mind wanted to say 'no! Let's just go to the hospital.' Mutants are amazing creatures. The old man placed a hand over her cheek and cupped Daydream's face. His fingers were soft as the caressed her cheek. His fingertips glide along the surface of her bruise and it was gone. Absorbed by his hands. The old man took the bruise and Daydream watched as a deep bruise formed on his hand. His hand shook and the twisted arthritis seemed to intensify in pain for a moment..... Then the bruise faded away. The hand became less twisted.
To Daydream's surprise.... Taking her pain away, made the healer younger. She watched as the wrinkles on his hand smoothened out. Her brown eyes darted to his face and watched as his face got younger. Like years melted away and it happened as subtly as a change in expression. He still didn't speak. He only moved another hand along her neck and collar bone. A few minor bruises. He absorbed them. And became younger, only by a few days this time. The more severe the injury the bigger the age drop. He allowed fingertips to slip over her lower lip and the cut there disappeared. It appeared on his face as the clock continued to roll back for him. Daydream was speechless watched this happen with a complete loss of words.
He slipped his hand under her shirt and for a moment she jumped. Her first instinct was to recoil away, but he didn't try anything. He didn't speak. He simply felt her ribs where they were battered and bruised and he took her pain away. He took her bruise away. Under his own shirt a deeper purple scar would appear then slowly fade as the energy he was taking from her rolled back the clock. He absorbed her damage and it made him younger, it hurt him for a moment he would feel there pain but he didn't mind. The person being healed would feel like a warm breeze was kissing their skin as they were healed and nothing more. Though the whole process was draining for both. It left them both very tired.
Daydream didn't even have to tell him where it hurt. He could sense the injury n her and moved from one little bump and bruise to the next as if he already had a map to her body. Daydream watched as he grabbed her ankle and suddenly the pain was gone. Standing back up he gently caressed her forehead. He healed her brain. All the blows she had taken in her time, every bump ever close call was erased. What Daydream didn't know was he absorbed an aneurism tha was in her brain. A ticking time bomb that was ready to explode at any moment. If she hadn't come to this healer she would have been dead by morning. Daydream smiled lightly at the healer, to shy to make eye contact. He had a truly amazing mutation. Daydream watched him steadily get younger until he was about in his forties.
"You should rest." He said looking at Daydream. "You may take her to lie down, it's important that she rests."
He said and walked away. The old man didn't have the aneurism. He took it from Daydream and absorbed it into his own brain, but it quickly dissolved and faded away. He saved her life, and she didn't even know it. Daydream pulled her jacket back up over her shoulder. It had slipped from her shoulder when the old man put his hand up her shirt. She looked over at Geo. She was feeling sleepy. It wasn't a concussion like feeling however, it was more like she had a big lunch and just wanted to curl up and sleep. "Geo...." She said with a big yawn. "I feel a lot better."
Daydream couldn't keep her eyes open, she was already thinking about taking a nice long rest. This place was safe, it was a sanctuary. She could rest here without fear of the cops showing up. She wondered if they would even dare to take on a whole community of mutants. The thought had never occurred to her. Daydream felt her legs beginning to get a little weaker, her whole body just craved relaxation and rest. "Can ya show me some place I can lay down for a tick? Suddenly I'm very tired." Geo probably knew exactly what she meant. The healer had been at the sanctuary for a long time. No doubt Geo's had his fair share of bumps and bruises while kicking around this place.
Daydream didn't think about that. She didn't think about anything. The only thing she could think of was finding some place soft to lay her head. When she woke up, she'd feel like she got a full night's sleep for the first time in years. When she woke up, she'd feel better than she had in her whole life. Daydream was given a miracle cure. Now she just wanted to drift away to sleep. Though, even while she rested. She could still keep Geo company in the land of dreams.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Kendra's breath hitched in her throat. This woman, this redheaded heroine.... She was a mutant. Kendra had watched in quiet amazement when she bound the bad guys in restrains of her own making. Seemingly without breaking a sweat and now.... Now she found me. It wasn't going to do any good to hold her breathe, but Kendra did so anyway. She didn't dare breathe. Just go away. She thought. It wasn't but a few moments after she tried holding her breath to fool the woman that she erupted into a fit of coughing.
Kendra had caught something on her ribs in the fall from the fire escape ladder. Something hard and blunt that was already turning her ribs a nice shade of purple. Kendra's raspy weezing continued unchecked now. "Arguh!" She gasped. as her breathing started to return to something that resembled normal. Kendra grabbed her police baton and collapsed it shut before slipping it into it's place on her belt.
Using the wall as support she pushed herself up. Still, she was invisible. The bags of trash around her seemed to move and react to some unseen force. There was tension in the plastic bag being stretched as some unseen foot stepped on it. Kendra stood up. Began to move around just to get the feeling back in her finger tips. Her arm was tingling with a pins and needles feeling that jolted down her right side. The side she landed hard on her ribs. As she moved around in the small alley her boots echoed on the pavement. The buckles of her leather jacket jingled and clanked with every step. The soft sound of her slightly labored breathing continued to weeze. Then..... Silence.
Kendra stopped and stared at the woman. She was a cop. That much was evident. Though, she was also a mutant. They didn't have any 'out of the closet' mutants on the police force back home in Georgia. Kendra stopped a minute just to imagine such a world were such a creature could exist. Police, and mutant? Kendra couldn't help that a stupid smile was slowly spreading across her face.
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out her lighter and her pack of cigarettes. Kendra slipped a cigarette in her mouth and lit it up. She used one hand to cup the flame, and stop the night wind from swooping in to deny her cancerous vice. Kendra looked back up at the girl now. Kendra's wool black fingerless gloves stained with drips of blood from Kendra's busted lip. Kendra blew a cloud of smoke out into the alleyway. The sounds of her inhales and exhales voided the silence. The smell of cigarette smoke could be smelled by any who cared to take a wiff. "How'd ya know I was there?" She finally said. Kendra wasn't the tough girl she was acting to be now.
This performance was wonderful, to bad she was invisible. If she wasn't she would have been rather mousy and shy, but the fact that she just took out three badguys by herself and managed to not get killed had her feeling a little cocky. Kendra took another puff of her smoke as her eyes narrowed on the girl. She wondered if she was in trouble or not with the law. Kendra waited to see what the lady cop had to say. If she was in trouble.... All she had to do was disappear. It wouldn't have been to hard. Kendra could teleport.
Kendra didn't want to give him anymore grief. She was honestly trying to make up for all of her constant persistent pestering. She was honestly making a honest to god peace offering. No strings attached, she just wanted to do something nice for the guy, he seemed to be having a rough go of it. She couldn't even imagine that. Everywhere you go everyone KNOWS you're a mutant. There was no hiding it when you looked like Leon. Kendra lived her whole life in hiding. She was terrified of being discovered as a mutant.
Although, up until a recently she was living in Georgia. The south breeds ignorance and prejudice. Kendra had told her girlfriend Libby that she was a mutant and Libby dumped her and cast her out of her life. Libby herself was a mutant, but Kendra never found that out. Libby was a self loathing mutant who shut Kendra out instead of opening up to her. Kendra's father found out she was a mutant and disowned her. Kendra knew the value of hiding, even if it was hiding in plain sight.
Kendra couldn't imagine how Leon did it. The strength it must've taken just to go through the motions of day to day and try to find a way to make life work for you. It must've been exhausting. Kendra was honest and sweet. A bit to nosey for her own good, but she never had any ill intent. She didn't want to make this guy's life any harder than it already was. She was snooping to see if there was any way that she could connect with him, to reach out and befriend him. He seemed very adamant about pushing everyone away though. No pictures of friends or family. Now posters of bands or movies. Kendra didn't even have a gestimation on how old Leon was. How long he had been living this life of loneliness. She knew a thing or two about loneliness.
Kendra spent her days feeling invisible to mostly everyone most the time, and at night; when she slept. She became invisible and she had no choice in the matter. She just was forced to dream walk as the invisible girl. She couldn't interact with anyone without freaking them out. Kendra had met one who was ok with her being invisible and that was a friendship that quickly blossomed into something more. Kendra knew the value of friendship when you had very little companionship to keep you rocking away from the lonely tide.
Kendra looked at Leon with her best 'I'm truly sorry.' face. Her eyebrows scrunched and her pouty lips curled back to appear more pouty and sorry It was a natural look. It was in fact genuine remorse for causing him so much stress. "No, that's ok." Kendra said as she set the snacks down on the floor by his door. "I don't wanna bother you, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." She wasn't trying to trick him or make him feel guilty. She just thought it was the right thing to do as she stood back up she turned to leave.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
Daydream was still quiet. She followed Geo into the grounds of the sanctuary staring at everything with a childlike wonder. It was impressive. The way the architecture managed to instill a sense of fear in her from it's ominous foreboding. Daydream was stunned silent. There was also the little problem of her jaw hurting as the deep bruise continued to fester along the line of her jaw. Daydream simply kept quiet.
When Geo said that he would only be a minute Daydream nodded but said nothing. Her arms were folded across her chest. She took a moment to unfold her arms and run a silent hand along one of the archways admiring it. It was beautiful, and terrifying. It reminded her a little of Dracula's castle. Geo lives here? She thought as she moved around the space as if in a dream. Before she had to much time to dwell on it, Geo had returned. Carrying now with him a backpack. What's so important in there? She wondered a brief fleeting moment before she hurried to keep up with Geo's stride once more.
Moving along she began to realize they weren't alone here. Other mutants lived here as well. A refuge for the city's lost and unloved mutants. She could have ended up here. She went to the mansion to seek refuge, but she had nearly lost her nerve at the last moment. She nearly walked away from the mansion and she would have soon found herself just another mutant in the sanctuary trying to scrape by. "How many mutants live here?" She asked. Daydream's voice was barely a whisper, and she found herself clinging to Geo for some reason. She moved closer to him. She didn't feel threatened per say, but she felt out of place. She felt like an outsider. She felt as if she didn't belong amongst them. She was a mutant herself, but.....
Daydream had never reached rock bottom. She was evicted from her apartment when her landlord found out she was a mutant, and spent every dime she had getting to New York to find the mansion she had heard about. It was a long shot, but it had paid off. If not, she would have been one of these mutants with no place else to go Geo talked about. What an odd turn of fate that would have been. Daydream began to wonder what would have happened if she met Geo as soon as she got to New York. What might have happened had she not found the mansion and ended up here instead. She marveled over how a single event in a person's life can alter it so much. Like her waiting just a few moments longer at the mansions gate, instead of turning and leaving.
Daydream wasn't sure where Geo was going. He seemed to move with purpose. Like he had things in motion already. Daydream couldn't see the whole board. She didn't know where all the pieces fit. Is he bringing me here to hide me? To stash me? What about Swift? He was messed up, but he was still breathing. He could..... Stop it! Jus'you stop it right now! You ain't makin a lick'a sense. Geo got'chu outta there, Geo kept'chu safe. Geo wouldn't let anythang happen to you. You know that! Swift isn't gone be chasing you, he can't even walk, let'alone chase. You can't go back anyways. You're gone ...... Just then her thoughts were broken when the police radio went off that Geo still had with him.
"All units all units, BOLO (Be on the look out) Two suspects in the mutant terrorist attack at Paladino Ave. (Rite Aid) One male approximately 6'0, blonde hair, tattoo on the shoulder, not wearing any shoes. Male suspect appears to have the ability to control dirt and earthly substances, Male suspect is considered EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. Suspect female, approximately 5'5 red hair pale complexion, Last seen wearing a leather jacket and ripped up jeans. Approach with caution. Third suspect, no description. Suspect seems to be a mutant with the ability to make themselves invisible. If you see the suspects do not approach call for backup and wait for further orders!"
Daydream stood there a moment. She was staring at the radio that Geo had in complete silence as she waited for him to speak. She couldn't figure out how they knew that. How could they possi......Duh! It's a pharmacy with prescription narcotics. They have security cameras! Daydream looked over at Geo. The worry on her face was painfully evident. Everything he had done for her and she just kept digging him deeper and deeper into his own grave. They were at the sanctuary now. She hoped this place could help. It looked like they needed to lie low. "What do we do?" She asked. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was scared.
Purple text = Dialouge White text = Awake Light pink text = Dream walking *Chat Alias* Melody (Daydream)
