The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Andy couldn't imagine a life without powers. Even if he only had them for about two years, they were a part of who he was. They made his life... better. Sure, they were the reason he was called a big, fat cheater and kicked off his high school swim team, but who needed swimming trophies or friends when he could go to the beach every day and explore the great depths of the ocean, no snorkel or scuba tank needed... and now he was here, in this big, beautiful mansion, living alongside other mutants, all of which were naturally more inclined to be accepting of his differences because they were freaks themselves.
All sense of safety was shattered, however, the moment Andy discovered the school guidance counselor could take it all away if she wanted to. To Andy, his reaction was perfectly reasonable. That was until she told him she couldn't take away his powers permanently, only temporarily--for as long as he remained within her 'aura.' Andy's expression started to soften as he slowly came to accept this as a fact... and not as a lie. After all, Miss Taylor didn't lie about the ice-cream and it was doubtful she was lying about this. Plus, why would Xavier's hire someone who would harm their students?
"Oh..." Andy said, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Maybe he did overreact? "I'm sorry, Miss Taylor..." Taking a breath, Andy inched his way back toward the kitchen table and sat down. There was still a bit of ice-cream left in his bowl, though most of it was now melted. Ugh, he thought as he idly picked up his spoon, unable to shake the embarrassment... or the guilt of wrongly accusing an innocent woman twice in one day. Twice! No longer hungry, he sighed and said, "I should probably get back to studying for my Chemistry test..."
Two figures appeared above him, looking down at the water… at him. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out who they were or what they were saying, but he hadn’t the slightest clue. There were a lot of women at the mansion with long dark hair and tan skin, as were there many men with short dark hair and tan skin. Well, it was only a matter of time before he had to come up for air, he realized. Might as well resurface now, say hi, and be on his way to the indoor pool so he could continue training in peace....
With a sigh, Andy peeled his back off the pool floor and lifted his arms. He was about to swim up to the surface when, all of a sudden, two people jumped into the pool. No, they dove into the pool… right towards him! Within seconds, he felt a hand wrap around his, pulling him up to the surface, and Andy - of course - flew into a panic.
What the hell is going on!?
For all he knew, these people could be the NYPD, coming to arrest him for being a destructive mutant… and seeing as he lost control of his powers in the bathroom the other day, it was a total possibility. But he wasn’t ready to be taken. Not without a fight, anyway.
Without giving it a second thought, Andy generated a psionic repulsion field around his free hand and thrusted it directly at whoever grabbed him. Hopefully, that’d make them let go, at the very least.
The little pink-skinned girl never answered his question. Instead, she heaved herself out of the water, tentacles and all, and started putting her fingers back on. Another shiver shot up his spine and, for a brief moment, Andy couldn’t have possibly looked any more repulsed as he watched her pick up bits of who-knows-what from the floor and carefully place them over each one of her tentacles, effectively hiding them from view.
When she lifted her gaze, he realized he was staring and quickly tried to hide all traces of disgust on his face behind a smile. Not wanting to offend her any further, he decided not to ask her again about demigods. That was what Google was for.
>> "You are most welcome. I am certain I have seen real swimming."
Keeping his arms crossed, Andy shook his head. Clearly, she didn’t understand what he meant. If she did, she would have known his Speedos were smartly crafted tools for success, not undies. Before he could get a single word out to explain, however, she said something that made him raise both eyebrows in surprise.
>> "Atlaneans are the best as swimming. There are fountains and flowing rivers and we did live under the ocean."
Sure, Andy had heard about the discovery of a ‘new’ country called Atlantis on the news a few months back, but was quick to write it off as a superstitious rumor or some sort of marketing technique. There was just no way an entire city made up of mermaids could be uprooted and turned into some popular vacation destination...
But now he was starting to think the news was true. Maybe the mythical underwater city was made up of more than just mermaids? It would certainly explain the little girl's strange, coral-like appearance... and her weird way of talking. Maybe believing in demigods was an Atlantean thing, a part of her culture?
Or maybe she was just one seriously messed-up-in-the-head mutant child who pretended to be from Atlantis as a way of coping with a mutation that made her look like something that grew at the bottom of the ocean?
>> "Also, where I come from people are a lot more naked, but my hero said that I can't be naked because it makes people embarrassed. You're mostly naked and not embarrassed. So you were trying to look for a compliment, right? You needed me to tell you how handsome you are. I only didn't want to give offense."
Unsure of what to believe, Andy wrinkled his brow in a mixture of confusion and frustration as she spoke. Her hero? Ugh, she sounded so damn convincing and honestly how cool would it be to meet someone who was from Atlantis? She probably used to swim with dolphins all the time, that was if she was telling the truth about her heritage…
Atlantis isn’t real, Andy thought, sturbbornly shaking his head. He refused to give into her trickery, though there was a part of him that recognized she was just a little girl and maybe needed these otherworldly fantasies in the same way many children needed to believe in Santa Claus. Telling her otherwise could make her sad or angry, and he really didn’t like upsetting children… or anyone for that matter.
But then she accused him of fishing for compliments, which was just not true. “No I wasn’t,” he spat out defensively, before taking a breath to regain his composure and correct his tone. “I was just trying to, you know, be polite… Since you got here first, I wanted to make sure you were okay with me swimming with you… But it looks like you’re done swimming, anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter...” Andy, however, wasn’t sure if he still wanted to swim.
“You got everything?” he asked, casting a quick glance at the water to make sure there were no disembodied appendages floating around. “All your fingers... and toes…”
Andy pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower. His eyes wide, he bit his lower lip nervously as he looked at the huge, watery mess he had made. What was he going to do? How was he going to clean this all up with one towel? He guessed he could steal his roommate’s, but two towels wouldn’t be enough, either. He needed a million, maybe more.
Shit, shit, shit!
I might even get expelled for this, Andy thought, unless I say it was an accident? Yeah, it kind of was. Kind of.
Whether they bought his story or not, he’d still have to clean the mess. But how? Andy wrinkled his brow as he racked his brains for a solution. “Oh!” Andy spat out as soon as an idea came to him, then knelt down and pointed his hand at the soaked floor. With a twinge of concentration, he generated a psionic repulsion field around hand and instantly the water started to move swiftly across the floor… and right under the door!
“Shit!” he cursed under his breath. He made an attempt to call the water back to him, but he could not. That was not his power. He could only repel water, not control it. Unlike Mr. Cervantes… The X-Man/swim instructor could do whatever he wanted with water. Lucky.
Then, he heard a knock at the door, followed by an unexpected breeze flowed into the bathroom, colliding with him in a way that made his entire body shiver.
SHIT! Without giving it a second thought, Andy jumped up and scrambled to retrieve his towel. Or at least he tried to. The floor was so wet that he, of course, slipped and fell right on his ass. A sharp pain shot through his tailbone as a result, forcing him to let out a loud groan. He rolled over onto his side and held his lower back, almost forgetting for a brief moment that someone was about to walk in.
Shit, shit, shit, Andy thought, his heart racing, as he frantically dragged himself across the wet floor and reached for his towel in a desperate attempt to cover his man-bits before it was too late.
No, he wasn’t on an actual mission - unfortunately - but he knew it was only a matter of time before he was allowed to help the X-Men in their efforts to make the world a better place. So long as he kept passing his classes and practicing his powers every day, he was a shoe-in to be an X-Trainee! At first, he thought he wouldn’t have a chance. After all, why would the team need a guy whose codename was Bubblehead? But then, during one training session in the Danger Room, he discovered he could do a lot more with his powers than breathe underwater and swim fast. He could push people away from him, too… with his mind!
But not very far. Or very hard...
He wanted to push people far and hard and into walls, and the only way to do that, he realized, was through practice. Lots and lots of practice. So there he was, in his favorite pair of Speedos, lying flat on his back at the bottom of the outdoor swimming pool with a look of concentration plastered on his face. His brows furrowed and his fists clenched, Andy pushed and pushed against the water that surrounded his body. Two feet? He could do better than that. He could… Ugh. Andy winced. He had a splitting headache, and it only grew worse the more he tried to expand his psionic repulsion field… but he didn’t want to stop. He could do this. He could…
>> ”Juliette, thank you for going to the pool with me! I know you're busy being gorgeous and a bomb ass nurse so it really means a lot."
Andy gasped in surprise at the sound of someone approaching the pool and his field instantly shrunk back to its natural state, causing all the water he had been repelling to collapse on top of him. His head, however, remained perfectly dry. He sucked in a breath to readjust to the sudden depletion of oxygen and looked upwards to see who it was. He narrowed his eyes as he exhaled.
Whoever they were, he could either thank them for relieving him of his headache or yell at them for ruining his concentration. Neither option sounded good to Andy, and so he stayed at the bottom of the pool and pretended he wasn't there, unsure of what else to do.
Andy furrowed his brows in a mixture of frustration and anger as he glanced down, watching a constant stream of water fall onto his feet.
Ugh. Showers were supposed to wash all your worries away; yet, Andy didn’t feel any more calm, no matter how much time passed or how far left he turned the knob. He could feel his skin being scalded, and it hurt so badly that a moan of pain escaped from his lips, but he didn’t care.
It wasn’t fair. None of it was fair. All the other students seemed to be getting along fine. Even the hideous-looking ones with removable coral-like fingers and tentacles. So what was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he be happy?
“Argh!” Andy shut his eyes tightly and balled his hands into fists as he yelled out in pain… and then something happened. He felt… relief. Slowly, he opened his eyes and realized his powers had kicked in to protect him, repelling any and all water that threatened to touch his skin. The problem was that he was making a total mess. Water was flying in every which direction with so much force that the shower curtain came undone, and if he didn’t stop soon he’d flood the entire bathroom.
But he didn’t want to stop. Why? Because it was the only thing in the world that actually managed to make him feel better, even only slightly. He squeezed his fists even more tightly, amping the power of the psionic repulsion field that encompassed his entire body and expanding it outwards until water started seeping under the door and into his dorm-room, maybe even into the hallway.
And then, all of a sudden, a wave of exhaustion hit him, forcing him to unclench his fists and relinquish his influence on the water around him. Immediately, he felt his already reddened skin being burned again and almost desperately scrambled to turn off the hot water.
“Oops,” he muttered as soon as he realized what he had done. I'm so going to get detention for this...
For a moment, Andy thought Kayla wasn’t going to shake his hand, which dangled in the air for way longer than he was comfortable with. He bit his lower lip nervously, unsure of what to think or do, and so he did what he usually did whenever he felt uncomfortable: he started to run his mouth.
>> "Uh...uhm...yeah, I'm new here."
Just when Andy was about to accept rejection and draw his hand back to his side, she told him she was a new student and shook his hand. Andy breathed an inward sigh of relief and the smile that had momentarily faded from his face came back even stronger than before. This was great news! It meant they had something in common. It also meant he was probably one of the first students she met upon her arrival, if not the first.
>> "And, sorry...did you ask me if I liked to swim?"
Andy nodded, beaming a hopeful smile.
>> "I do. I usually go swimming at the beach, but you know, pools are great too."
Yes! Andy internally cheered. Another thing they had in common. At this rate, they’d be friends for sure.
“Awesome. We should go swimming sometime,” he said coolly, trying to contain his excitement. Sure, she clearly wasn't a competitive swimmer if pools were not her first choice, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t race or just hang out. “I go swimming a lot...”
By a lot, he of course meant every day, often multiple times per day; however, that was information he didn’t want to reveal so soon for fear of scaring her off. He knew his swimming habits were strange. He was probably even addicted. But so what? Until it became a problem, which he doubted it ever would, he was going to just keep swimming. Maybe they could even swim right now?
>> "Sorry, did you say you were talking to two different people before? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt if you were."
Andy lifted a brow when Kayla suddenly started looking around the grounds. He followed her eyes, but saw no one. “Oh, no, I was just being... stupid.” He let out a sharp chuckle and shook his head in embarrassment. He could have tried to explain himself, but why do that when they could talk more about swimming? “I used to swim competitively before, you know, the whole mutant thing happened," he said, shrugging, "but that's life, right? You win some and you lose some."
Fear coursed through Andy, causing his heart to race. He gripped onto the edges of the kitchen table as though he was prepared to get up and run away at any given moment. He did not like the idea she was draining him of his mutant powers, which he cherished more than he expected anyone to comprehend. Not even the school guidance counselor. What was she doing in a school for mutants, anyway? How could she help students learn to control their powers if she was biologically designed to take them away!? Adapted humans weren’t mutants--they were thieves!
>> "I can't turn it off, it is permanent"
“What!?” Andy jumped up from his seat and started backing away from the adapted human as though she was the devil incarnate. He didn’t care how nice of a woman she was or how much coconut ice-cream she gave him; if she was going to permanently strip him of his beloved ability to breathe underwater and swim at incredible speeds, she could go to hell!
>> "But you are sitting just outside of it."
Andy placed a hand over his racing heart and heaved an audible breath of relief. He still didn’t want to take his chances, though, and so he stayed standing near the exit. In fact, he was probably better off leaving all together, but that would be rude, if not downright mean. Miss Taylor didn’t deserve that. I just have to keep my distance and I’ll be fine, he assured himself. “Are you sure I still have my powers?” Andy asked from across the kitchen, remnants of fear still visible on his features.
Andy's salivary glands felt like they were on fire, exploding in anticipation, as he gazed down hungrily at the nearly overflowing bowl of delicious-looking coconut ice-cream before him. Finally, he thought, unconsciously licking his lips before-- "Mmmm, this is so good," he said, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the blissful taste of coconut that continued to roll around in his mouth even after the ice-cream melted.
>> "Yes, there is."
Gemma’s voice reeled Andy back to reality, reminding him that they were in the middle of a conversation… about something. Whatever, he thought as he shoved another spoonful of coconut ice-cream into his mouth. It probably wasn’t important, anyway. “This is literally the best ice-cream I've ever had," he said with a wide smile.
>> "Miss, but not for long."
Though she had every right to be, she was not offended in the slightest. She even chuckled. Andy breathed an inward sigh of relief, though made a mental note to never make the same stupid mistake ever again as he continued to dig into his ice-cream.
>> "I am the guidance counselor. I have an adapted aura that cancels mutant powers, so I also help people with controlling their abilities, if needed."
Andy’s jaw dropped slightly in surprise upon realizing she wasn’t a teacher at all, but rather the school guidance counselor. There he went again, making assumptions... But before he could even start mentally kicking himself, Miss Taylor said something so crazy that he nearly choked on his ice-cream. “You have a what?” he spat out, his eyes wide, as a sense of terror crept into his being. “You’re not using it now, are you?”
A wide, toothy smile stretched across Andy's face when the woman handed him a spoon. He was relieved she didn't hold his unfair accusation against him and excited to finally get his hands on the coconut ce-cream he had been fantasizing about for what felt like an eternity. Really excited. "Thanks so much," he said before dashing over to the kitchen cabinets to get a bowl. Having been at Xavier's for more than a week now, he already knew where everything was, so he found it in record time.
>> "And I couldn't trick you, even if I wanted to. I'm not a mutant, I'm an adapted human. My name is Gemma Taylor."
Setting the bowl on the kitchen table next to the box of ice-cream, Andy shot the woman a confused look, then pulled out a chair to sit across from her. How could she not be a mutant? Everyone at Xavier's was a mutant. And then she said something that didn't make him any less confused. "What's an adapted human? Is there really a difference?" he asked before scooping as much coconut ice-cream as he could fit into his bowl. Since there didn't seem to be that much left, the thought of eating it directly out of the box crossed his mind, but he wanted to respectful of others who might want to eat it later... should he not finish. Plus, a teacher was right there.
"So, what classes do you teach, Mrs. Taylor?"he asked so as to carry the conversation as he enjoyed his ice-cream. A second later, he realized she might not be married or want to be married. "Or Miss Taylor..." he added, then commenced mentally kicking himself for his potentially offensive mistake as he scarfed down some more ice-cream. Stupid gender stereotypes. How could you fall for them? You have two moms! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Just when Andy thought he couldn't feel any more confused than he already was, she called him a demigod. What the hell is a demigod? Andy lifted a brow as he mentally searched for an answer that was simply not there. As far as he knew, there was only one God. Sure, Andy considered himself a child of God, as was every other person in existence--made in his image--but to call himself anything more felt wrong, sinful even. Was it because he was a mutant?
Andy furrowed his brows and bit his lower lip as he weighed his options. He could either act like nothing was wrong and google the term later or ask the eight- or nine-year-old girl what she meant. It didn't mean he'd have to get into an argument... hopefully. "Sorry, what did you just call me? A demigod?"
>> "What am I minding?"
For a brief moment, Andy didn't know what she was referring to. "Oh, I was just..." he started to explain, but then she started looking at his speedos. Or at least he thought she was. He couldn't really tell because her eyes didn't have irises or even pupils, and so the disconcerting question remained at the forefront of his mind until--
>> "You have very many muscles for your back and shoulder and your undyware is very small so that I can see them as you must want them to be seen. You did a good choice of swimming clothing."
Suddenly, Andy felt the need to cover his entire body. Of course, he had gotten similar compliments and questions before at swim meets in the past, but never by little girls, and he wasn’t quite sure what to think. Did she have a crush on him or was she was just being observant and curious? "Uhh…” Andy shifted uncomfortably in place as he racked his brains for the most appropriate response, his arms folded tightly across his chest. “Thank you. But this isn't 'undyware' and I don't wear it to impress. I wear it for speed… and comfort... Haven’t you ever seen a real swimmer before?”
The woman looked nice. There was a soft smile on her face that made him feel a little less embarrassed about his uncalled-for outburst. She also looked very calm, which was pretty much the opposite of what Andy had been feeling lately. Ugh, if only he could just swim all the time. If only he didn't have to go to school or get a job or save the world...
>> "Well, I can fix that. Anything else I can help you with?"
Andy eyed the box of ice-cream the woman pushed towards him with suspicion, almost as though it was an illusion. Maybe it was? Maybe she was playing tricks on him with her mutant powers? Or maybe that was the same tub of coconut ice-cream he had seen in the freezer yesterday? "No way," he spat out, his lips curving into somewhat of a hopeful smile. "Is that what I think it is? It's not a trick?"
Cautiously, Andy approached the kitchen table and rested his hands atop the box of coconut ice-cream, which felt just as he expected it would--cold. Relief washed over him and, for a brief moment, he felt like the luckiest boy in the world. Then reality hit, reminding him that no amount of coconut ice-cream would fix his problems. Plus, now he owed the woman an apology.
"Sorry for accusing you of using your powers to trick me, I just..." Andy took a breath. He wasn't used to opening up to others and much less to a stranger, but there was just something about her that made him want to for once. "I just can't deal with any more disappointment in my life right now."
Their eyes met awkwardly across several feet of freshly cut grass. Ugh. This was exactly why Andy should have gone with his first option (run to the pool and hide at the bottom). He guessed he still could do that…
But then, just when Andy was about to break eye contact and turn tail, a contagious smile appeared on her lips, filling him with a sense of relief.
>> "I'm Kayla. What's your name?"
“Andy,” he quickly replied, then walked up to her with his hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you.”
Whoa. Kayla's eyes looked even cooler up-close. One brown, one blue. “Sorry,” Andy apologized, shaking his head in embarrassment. “I don’t mean to stare, I just…” Shit, he was doing it again. “They’re just so cool to look at. It’s kind of like I’m looking at two different people at the same time...”
“Anyway!” Andy spat out in a desperate attempt to change the subject. If he kept talking about her eyes, she was going to think he was flirting with her or something, which he totally wasn’t.
“Are you new here?” Even though he had never seen her around before, there was still a very good chance she wasn’t. It was a big school, after all, and he was fairly new himself. Plus, he didn't see any suitcases...
Either way, he could use some more friends. In fact, at the moment he couldn't really say he had any, which would explain why he spent almost all his time at the pool. "Do you like to swim?" he asked with a hopeful grin.
Andy entered the kitchen in a hurry. He hardly even noticed the woman sitting at the kitchen table. Eyes on the prize, he went straight for the freezer... But the prize wasn’t there. He poked his head further inside, ignoring the burst of cold air that swarmed his face as he searched almost desperately for the holy tub of coconut ice-cream. He came across other ice-cream flavors, like chocolate and vanilla, but coconut was nowhere to be found. Someone must have beaten him to it.
“Ugh!” Andy let out a groan of frustration, then shut the freezer door with enough force to make the entire refrigerator shake.
How was he going to be able to focus now? He was going to fail Chemistry. Again. What was he going to tell his parents? How was he ever going to become a marine biologist if he didn’t get good grades? Or even an X-Man, for that matter. Or maybe they didn’t care so much about grades as they did powers? But even in that department Andy felt like he was lacking…
>> "Hello there. Andy, right? Is everything okay?"
His eyes went wide upon remembering he wasn’t the only one in the kitchen. Quickly, he shoved his embarrassment behind a wide, toothy smile and turned around. “Hey, yeah, totally,” he assured the woman, who was probably a teacher, with the greatest tone of certainty he could muster. “I just really wanted some coconut ice-cream.”
Who was she? What was she doing here so late? And what the hell was growing out of head? Andy wrinkled his brows in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The more he looked at the pinkish, crusty-looking growths, the more he was reminded of coral. But there couldn’t possibly be coral on her head…
>> "I am having a swim."
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Andy folded his arms across his chest. “Yeah, but…” He was about to ask why she was having a swim - instead of sleeping like everyone else - but then realized the same question could be thrown right back at him. “Nevermind.”
Sighing, he guessed he’d just have to accept the fact he wasn’t the only student at the mansion who enjoyed late night swims. It may even be a good thing. At least it meant they had something in common, right? Maybe they could be friends? Either way, Andy was going to do what he came here to do--swim.
Without giving it a second thought, he finally pulled off his sweatpants and started walking towards the pool's edge. "You don't mind, do you?" It was then the little girl suddenly whipped her arms out of the water, if he could even call them arms. Heart jumping, Andy's eyes went wide. What the hell were those things? Tentacles? Why did she have tentacles? he wondered, his face twisting in a mixture of fear and disgust. On an octopus or squid, okay, tentacles made sense and actually looked pretty darn cool, but on a person? Yuck!
>> "Do not step on my fingers. They take time to grow."
Andy quirked a brow. “Your fingers?” he asked, confused, before realizing she was completely serious. Oh God. Don’t look down, don’t look down... Curiosity took over, though, forcing his gaze downwards, where he saw a pile of who-knows-what only inches away from his feet. “What the…” He took a step back. “Those are your fingers?” They looked like the growths the girl had on her head, only smaller and whiter... and detached from her body. A shiver shot up his spine. This was all just too weird for him. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to go swimming anymore. Who knows what other body parts the girl was shedding…
