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.
Celeste was types of nervous after her little question as she waited for him to respond. Thankfully, he agreed to her better terms - 'Friends gathering.' Celeste kicked herself in her head. Why in the world did she say friends gathering? She could have just said just a friendly outing or... Anything else, really. Not to mention, Celeste needed time to really get ready - try to make sure she had enough sleep, she needed to get a prettier dress, spend more time on her makeup. Celeste wasn't prepared for a date date, anyways.
She nodded a confirmation. Friends gathering... Then date date sometime in the future? Maybe.
She shook her head, "Nope, nothing to do today. I literally have nothing to do all day. Well, except now." 'Except now' came out a little more enthusiastically than she had planned for. She took a breath - alright. Nervousness needed to go away. "I just came to check out where my classes are, which you gave me a pretty great tour. So, that quest is complete." She really had nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
She grinned as she watched him walk backwards. Celeste was sure he wouldn't trip but just in case, she was definitely prepared in case he did. "August 30th. What about yours?" She nodded as he talked about his last semester. It was understandable - life gets in the way of things. She really didn't think she was going to be able to graduate in December but with an extra class, it looked like it was going to happen. "GED is just as good as a regular diploma, anyways. I actually thought about just doing that but decided I probably should have more professional training with my powers, too." She gave a small shrug, "This is actually my only semester here and I'll be done with high school. Probably start college sometime in January." For what though, she wasn't too sure anymore. "How'd you end up missing some of last semester? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
Celeste was still internalizing the relatively intense conversation her and Jude just had. It was nice in the sense that Celeste loved to have intense, emotion provoking conversations. It was terrifying because they both, well at least she had, opened up to someone they barely knew. The big conclusion from their conclusion was that Celeste liked Jude - in a bit more than friends kind of way. The butterflies in her stomach were still flying around. She was breathing a bit heavy as she tried to get her emotions back down to... Well, not butterflies.
Celeste gave a nervous giggle, her cheeks pink. Yes, she was asking him out for ice cream. Or something. Well, she thinks they had turned pink but they really may have been pink for most of their conversation, she wasn't really sure. "I mean, we can call it a date... Or u-uh, something, friends... Gathering?" She had a slight panic for a second, her voice faltering some. She didn't want to scare him off by asking him out. Some guys were peculiar about it when a girl asked the guy out. Not to mention, they did just meet. It was a bit too late to take it back now, though.
She accepted his hand and stood up, brushing her dress off from any grass that wanted to hitch a ride on her.
She laughed, "Good, ice cream is pretty high on my favorites list." She wasn't really sure but she had been craving some strawberry ice cream for a while. It wasn't something she ate a lot but it was a nice treat every now and then. She thought for a moment, "I'm fine going off campus, it's up to you. I still don't really know a lot of the area around here." She didn't really know anything around here besides her diner, the library, and the school. She hadn't really went out that much, mainly due to how busy she was.
"We can decide on our way to DocProf's office, then." She decided to wait until he started going, unsure if he knew a short cut or if we they would be backtracking back to DocProf's office.
She nodded, "Yeah, so we'll see what happens." She shrugged a little. It definitely wasn't that she was opposed to living in the mansion - it really would be easier but she just couldn't bring herself to leave her friend in need.
>> "Well, whether or not you life here, you have access to most of the things. Infirmary is down this way, we have a healer on staff, everyone calls him DocProf. Wouldn't go to him with a papercut, but he's very good with all kinds of serious injuries."
Celeste nodded again. That was good to hear - there really wasn't any penalties from the school for not living on campus. She nodded confirmations as Gawain talked. She had heard about Doc Prof but had never actually met the guy.
>> "And down this way is the Danger Room. We use it for power training."
Oh, the danger room. She had heard about it but didn't really know about it, so she figured she'd ask some questions. "Oh, nice. So, how does it work exactly? Is there like dummies that you beat with your powers or.. um.. something?" She really wasn't sure how to phrase the question in any other way. She wanted to continue to train her powers but was a bit worried if she had to do it around others, mainly worried they could accidentally catch some of the radiation she releases.
It wasn't until a few moments later that she realized she had no idea what Gawain's power was and what a better time than to ask? Inquisitively, she asked, "What type of power do you have?"
Character's full name: Barbara Mary Johnson Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Barb Gender: Female Age: 49 Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: British
Appearance
Hair color and style: Strawberry Red Skin Tone: Pale Eye Color: Green Height: 5'6" Build: Overweight Visible mutation: None.
Character
Personality: Sweet, caring, and kind. Does her best to help her employees, family, and friends. She smokes too much and has a constant reek & also flirts with ~all~ the guys she talks too. Job or part time job and description: Manager at Wallflower Diner
Celeste felt Jude tense as she touched his shoulder and squeezed. She wasn't sure if it was because of her touch or some other reason, but he didn't move away so she didn't let go. She felt like she could feel his pain - which she did, in her own unique way. They didn't have the same situations, but no one ever did. It was similar enough that the pain they felt was pretty identical. She felt like he had wanted to say more to her, but chose not too. Celeste probably stepped some boundaries with the immediate confession of her parent issues. Him keeping quiet wasn't a problem with her - after all, they had only met a few hours before. It wasn't like they were best friends or anything, at least not yet.
She smiled when she felt his fingertips on the back of her hand. She could feel the butterflies fly around inside her stomach and her cheeks turning a little pink. Celeste felt like they had a connection, a strong one at that. They seemed to have very big differences. Even down to their version of French. Yet here was this one thing that seemed to connect them - crappy parents/guardians/whatever.
>> "Sounds like you're way braver. I may have walked away, but here I am still in town. Helps that Ghost isn't that bad. She cares. But she's not my mom."
Celeste didn't know who Ghost was but she presumed that was the guardian he had been referring too earlier. At least she cared about him, but there had to be some issues going on. It sounded like he felt like he never fit in and like they never really tried, then they had another kid, moving on from him. She hated it for him. Being left behind is the worst feeling. She remembered after her sister was born - that was when her parents finally stopped talking to her. They'd give her three meals a day, buy her necessities like toothpaste and shampoo, but no toys. Celeste remembered being so angry at Isabel for her parents wrongs. Celeste didn't realize that until a couple years later.
After thinking for a few moments, she nodded, "We're both brave, there's no doubt to that. At all. We may be brave in our own ways, but we're both brave."
>> "There's no promises in this life, but you deserve the chance to find somebody to love you."
That wasn't what she was expected for him to say next, especially with his reaction. Her own face turned very pink and her stomach was in all sorts of knots. "You're right. You deserve a chance to find somebody to love you too, Jude." She had to look away now too, the cheesiness of the situation killing her on the inside.
>> "Rowan's 5."
She smiled, "Isabel is only a little older. God, I hope she doesn't turn out to be a mutant. Not that it wouldn't be amazing, but my parents would do the same thing they did to me to her." Celeste decided to lean back again and took a breath of air, she tried to make herself feel more calm, to get the nervous butterflies out of her system.
>> "I'm sorry. I might be a jerk, but I'm not usually a downer too."
She laughed and nudged him playfully, "No worries, Debbie Downer, I'm usually not a downer either. We're both a little guilty there." She laughed a little more, "Well, we could always go get some ice cream. That's a sure fire way to cheer anyone up. Unless you don't like ice cream. Or you're lactose intolerant." She shrugged.
Celeste couldn't help but laugh. She knew she would not really be cut out for police work, "Hey, you gotta always have a backup plan, right?" She shook her head, really at herself. She was surprised that Jude said nothing about her French - she really wasn't sure what was going on through his mind at that point.
His sudden reaction made her jump a little. She watched him jump up. She wasn't really expecting that big of a reaction from her little sob story. It sucked, but it was the way things were - plus, if that hadn't happened, she would never have made it here.
>> "I got adopted or sponsored or whatever to come here, and when I didn't fit, they had a kid of their own. My brother. He's not my brother. He's the kid they actually want."
Celeste had an eyebrow arched. She carefully listened to every word he said and attempted to make the connections. Was the person who adopted/sponsored him the guardian he mentioned earlier? Celeste wasn't sure what to say. She did know that they had the same exact pain. Her parents forgot about her when they found out she was a mutant. It seemed like it was a similar situation. Her eyes looked at his face, clearly worried. She hated to hear that he had to go through something like that. It was awful for her from her own parents, but to think about being adopted and then replaced? That had to sting pretty badly.
She put her hand on his shoulder and gave a gently squeeze, with a warm smile. Hopefully he wouldn't be freaked out by it or anything, it was just how Celeste comforted people - giving a soft touch. "It hurts, when parents and guardians do that. My parents don't give a rats *ss about me. So I left, I walked away. And so far, it's been better. Not the best, but better." She didn't really know how to comfort him, but if he felt like what she felt for so many years, she knew what to say next. "You know, you can't blame yourself for that. I don't know the details but no one deserves that to happen to them. I tried... Everything, to make them love me. But it wouldn't work. And it was nothing that I did or didn't do. It was them." She gave one more squeeze on his shoulder before letting go. She ended up hugging her knees too, her face lost in thought. Poor guy.
>> "Could still meet him... if you wanted. He's here at the Mansion. How old is Isabel?"
She nodded, "Maybe in a little while." She wasn't sure if now was exactly the best time or not. "She's 7. They had her pretty much a year after they found out about me..." She chuckled a little, "I guess they couldn't wait. What about yours?" No wonder Jude was in and out of the school, especially if his guardian was on the X-Men and had a kid to replace him.
Celeste followed Gawain around, content with his explanation of the Mansion.
"So, as you guessed, this is the girls' wing of the dorm... guys are that way. Offices are down this hallway, but you already know that... Miss Taylor's office is down this way too, she's the guidance counselor. And also an adapted. Let's see... kitchen's this way, that's where the food is, plus the common room, with the TV..."
She nodded, made sense. Her mind flashed back to Juliette leading her down the office hallway and she nodded again, "Yeah, Juliette actually is the one who brought me down that hallway when I finally gained the courage to show up." She chuckled at herself. She couldn't believe she had been that nervous to show up to the school to get enrolled - it was a good thing she did, though, because was pretty sure she almost missed the deadline.
>> "So... commuter, huh. Didn't like the idea of a posh boarding school?"
She chuckled and shook her head, "Oh, no. I mean, I'd enjoy it here. The water pressure alone was to die for." She paused, carefully explaining her living situation. "I live with an older lady right now, like really old. She's... Going through a lot, so I'm staying with her until she's stable. She kinda was my saving grave when I first got here." She wasn't sure how long she'd be with Ms. Norma, but for now, they were making it work. There really wasn't a need for Celeste to move, except to be closer to classes.
Celeste couldn't help but feel happy at the crazy idea of being adopted - ultimately, her family decided she was worth nothing to them once they had found out about her mutation. There wasn't much she could do about that but at least she had some good friendships forming since she got to New York. Booker was really the closest person to her at this point, in a way becoming her family. Of course, they still didn't really know each other - they really had only just met in the overall grand scheme of things. Neither of them knew the dirtier secrets about each other and both only know the surface of each other. But still, Celeste and Booker seemed to have a connection that might stand the barriers of time and dirty secrets.
>> ”Oh I doubt the world would be able to handle any more of us. So as far as me and my sister know? No, just the two of us… and maybe an honorary one...one day.”
She couldn't but laugh a little bit as he nudged her. She was happy he liked her enough to even joke about being his adopted sister - she had friends, for sure, but she never had someone that she felt like could actually become her family. "Well, I'll probably have to meet your biological sibling at some point to see if she'd agree to have an honorary sister... One day."
>> ”...We don’t all just sit around all day, dusty, and shushing people. I mean, I do most of the time but that’s only during personal time.”
She grinned, "Well, that's a little debatable. Some people put more work in than others. Wait, personal time? Since when does anyone have that anymore?" She stuck her tongue out playfully, before returning to the type of soda she wanted.
>> ”Oh don’t worry about the pizza. I said I would treat you and I am. But if you’re deadset on buying your own soda, I can’t stop you. And get me a Orange Soda, please?
She smiled sincerely and nodded, "Well, thanks, I appreciate it." She really preferred water with some type of flavor in it but her second favorite had to be some type of soda - but which one, mainly depended on the day. She'd switch between Coca-Cola to Mountain Dew back to Dr. Pepper. It was all over the place. She was pretty sure she was going to go with Coca-Cola though. She took his dollar and nodded, "One orange soda, coming up." She went over and got his drink out of the vending machine. After she got his, she dug in her purse for a dollar. Hopefully she had one actually. A few minutes later, she found enough quarters to add up to a dollar and got herself a Coca-Cola. She walked back over as Booker was sitting down in the chair, their plastic plate lunch all set up. "One deliciously cold orange soda, here." She placed it on the table in front of him.
”We did good work today. Keep this up and the shifting will be finished in no time.”
She sat down on the chair, and leaned back closing her eyes for a minute. Her fatigue hit a little bit then, now that her body was relaxing. She yawned quietly, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yeah, we really did. Hopefully sooner than later... We just gotta wait and see how our lungs react to dust inhalation over the next few weeks." She gave him a playful grin. She stretched in her chair and checked the time, anxious for the pizza to finally arrive. She was surprisingly hungry. Probably more to do with the breakfast she skipped.
Celeste could tell he wasn't ready to tell her the origins of his name - maybe there was a story to it, maybe it was personal. Either way, she didn't ask anything else.
She was mainly just waiting for her hair to dry some more before she could pull it up into her normal bun, with her bangs down around her face. It was still too wet to comfortably put into a bun, plus it was going to curl a little bit more since it was drying by air.
>> "Ready for the grand tour led by a totally real authentic knight?"
She giggled, then curtsied in her dress, "Why yes, good sir Knight. I am quite ready." She said with a very fake, elegant, royal voice. Now all they needed was the royal monarchy from the United Kingdom to show up and it'd be a perfect fit. It was a pretty beautiful mansion, she'd have to give it that. Not to mention huge.
Celeste couldn't help but laugh after Angua went and sulked under the tree. She couldn't really blame her - if she was a dog, she would hate to be given a bath. And if she was a dog, she'd probably go get in a river or something just to spite whoever bathed her.
Celeste followed Gawain into the mansion, thinking of some small talk as she followed him into the dorm wing. "So, Gawain, do you know where that name comes from?" It really was the only thing that came into her mind at the time - she was relatively distracted enjoying the new areas of the mansion she had never been in.
>> "You can use the shower in here. I'll go use mine. Meet you here in a few?"
She nodded once they arrived at their destination. "Sure, see you in a bit." She went ahead and hopped in the shower. She took a little longer than Gawain did, enjoying the really good water pressure. Her and Norma's little apartment wasn't too great when it came to that.
When she came out, her hair was half-dry/half-wet still, but was no longer bunned. Her hair fell right past her shoulder blades. She wore her initial outfit that she was found with in the Maze. Once she saw Gawain, she smiled. "Sorry, hopefully you weren't waiting too long."
>> "It does. I'll give you the grand tour when we're done. It's kinda my job, after all..."
She sighed in relief, "Whew, that's good to hear. I really don't want to smell like dog. Can we start the grand tour after some grand showers?" The smell of wet dog made her feel a little uneasy in her stomach. That very well could have been her not taking her medication when she was suppose too, though. She was about 30 minutes late.
She gave Angua one last little scratch, "You did such a good job. Don't get too dirty now."
Celeste was already soaking wet, but she let out a little eep and tried to run away from the dog as she began to send a wave of water over her and Gawain. "Well, that's reasonable revenge, I guess, Angua," she muttered to herself. She grabbed the bottles so she could drop the empty ones in a trashcan on their way back inside the mansion.
Celeste poured the shampoo onto poor, soaked Angua. Celeste felt pretty guilty about tricking the dog. Angua was probably going to hate her now. She whispered to the dog as she scrubbed the dogs back and hind legs, "It won't be long, don't you worry, Angua." Her primary goal was to get the spots where Gawain couldn't reach, like her back and back legs. Once she scrubbed them hard and good, she herself was soaked due to how much water was coming off of Angua's fur.
>> "She will smell so much better after... We probably won't, but she will.."
Celeste laughed, "Yeah, we're totally going to start smelling like dog soon. Hold on, let me get the hose again to wash off the shampoo." She quickly walked over and grabbed the hose and began washing parts of the dog off as she rubbed through the fur, including where Gawain had scrubbed already. Celeste made sure to get as much of the shampoo out of her fur.
"Hopefully this school has some showers we can use..." She could already smell the wet dog smell on her. But hey, Angua was smelling pretty darn great now!
Her eyes drifted back to Jude, she listened as he began to answer her 10's of hundreds of questions about him. Celeste was glad he didn't mind talking to her and answering her questions - she really was just curious about the man laying next to her. She didn't have that many friends but she felt a budding friendship with him. I mean, they had only just met each other and seemed to have a pretty strong connection.
>> "I haven't really tested it at the microscopic level. I know it shuts powers down like they never ever were. People with physical manifestations look human.
Celeste listened intently as he spoke, "Wow, that's pretty amazing. It's probably better not to know how it works in the inside." She shrugged, "Inside my body, I have nearly 5,000 rads. I was actually going to talk to DocProf about it eventually..." She hesitated a little, not sure if she should continue, but decided to go ahead, "To see if it was going to do any weird things to me. internally. Like, people can get cancer from it but is going to give me cancer at some point? Is my X-Gene protecting me from radiation related cancers? Cancers in general?" She shrugged, "There's a lot of questions." It was kinda an intense conversation, actually.
>> Out in the real world, I don't tell people what I can do. I had a friend who could boost powers and it was a big mistake to let that secret out. I couldn't protect her and she didn't want me to anyway. It got her kidnapped more than once. So, at my job, I didn't tell them I could do anything until one day an emergency came up. I thought they might want to keep me around more if I was more useful to them. Healers aren't asked to guard anybody, so I figured it was a safe one. And I always know where DocProf is... well. Usually.
Celeste's face grew very serious and somber over the story of his friend, a frown tugging at her lips. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Kidnapped? That's terrifying... Being a mutant, letting people know, can be pretty dangerous in our world." Her mind drifted to all those conspiracy sites that popped up on the internet every now and then. She couldn't help but giggle at his last comment about Doc Prof. "Oh, so that's why you were around there. He wasn't there? I'm guessing he's usually there." She had a little gasp, "You know, if he was there, we'd probably never would have met." She looked back up to the sky, seeing what looked like a bunny cross over the sky. "That makes sense, though. Being able to heal people, I imagine, is a pretty marketable asset." She gave him a quick grin.
>> "I made the mistake of walking into a hospital. You think it's cool until you see that you can't save everybody."
She nodded solemnly, not really having anything to add to that comment. Death was a part of life - it eventually came for us all in the end.
>> "It kinda sucks to have a power and not find something you can do with it. I didn't mean-- I'm sorry if your power's a burden."
She saw him roll over, and listened as he tried to cover up what he was saying. She smiled as she rolled her head over towards him, "It's fine - I'll find a use for it eventually. I have it for a purpose, it's just a matter of finding that purpose." Celeste was a believer in fate and ultimately, her power would be useful. "Worst case, I'll just become a cop. I'll totally be the bad cop, too." She made little pistol shooting with her hands.
>> "I would take that burden away, even for the little bit."
That was really sweet and Celeste really wasn't sure what to say at first. Her cheeks felt a little flushed at first, and she looked away from him. She wouldn't let him without knowing how it might effect him but it was nice to know that he was so willing to take it from her and help her.
>> "I ran a poker ring. We bet snacks and when we ran out of snacks, we worked up to dares. I also let a homeless person live in my room without telling anyone... for 2 whole years. I don't think most kinds are that bratty."
She was actually pretty impressed and her face showed it. "Did they have awards for that...? Most trouble making student? I mean, that's pretty darn impressive for a kiddo."
>> <I speak French. You're Canadian so you'll likely butcher it, but at least you might understand.>
Celeste smirked, arching a brow with a playful grin on her face, "Typical Frenchmen, smug as ever. I'm a language junky - I speak 3 fluently and know the beginnings of a couple others." She spoke in fluent French but it was very Canadian.
>> "So, what's a nice girl from Canada doing working and schooling at the same time?"
Now it was her turn to share her story. Yikes. Where to even begin? She didn't want to scare him off so she figured she would simplify it a little. "Well... I actually just got here a few months ago. My parents, they aren't mutant friendly. They actually had another kid right after my powers manifested to essentially replace me. Literally. They even gave her my middle name. She's the sweetest little thing, though." She shrugged, "They didn't really want me but it was too late to get rid of me. So I finally left. My little sister, Isabel, saw what was happening. Now I'm here. Working so I have some money to spend and to pay my keep and school because I have one semester left of it." She paused, hesitated a moment, "I left them a note with a cell phone number if they wanted to see if I made it here but they never called. I still have the phone, I use it. But I need to change it or get a new one. I feel like it's holding me to them still." She shook her feelings off, "Sorry, that was a little intense."
Celeste was a pretty inquisitive gal. She was a little nerd, reading her books & could have been the valedictorian if she had stayed in Regina. it mostly came from a place of trying to convince her parents she was worth something to them. It was part of this realization that pushed her to finally leave Regina - they didn't want a mutant child. She didn't want parents that wouldn't even acknowledge her presence. Celeste could only hope that her sister doesn't end up being a mutant. Maybe she'd send a birthday card to her sister. Her parents would probably trash it, but life was full of surprises. Sometimes.
>>"Two of the same thing, mostly, which is why I say copycat. I can take someone's power away, but that's really freakin' hard for me. I need to practice 'cause that's just good self defense, I think."
She nodded her agreement, "Wow. So your powers must inactivate the X-Gene somehow? Kinda like messing with their DNA. Pretty amazing, honestly." He seemed fairly nonchalant about his powers, but Celeste thought it was pretty cool, "Yeah, for self defense it'd work really well - I mean, mutants usually rely on their powers in fighting situations." It wasn't until a few moments later that it registered that he said he was coming to take Doc Prof's powers, "Oh, you said you were coming to use Doc Prof's power? Security guard turned Doctor?" She teased him with a playful tone. "That's really cool though, healing abilities would be pretty nifty. You can help all sorts of people. Maybe one day I'll be able to like... Target peoples tumors and stuff. A human radiation treatment." She laughed, shrugging a little.
>> "I could practice on you sometime. If the nausea's really bad, I mean."
She smiled and then nodded, "Sure. Just let me know when you'd want too." He had been using Doc Prof's powers, so she knew it wasn't a permanent situation. Or at least that's what she presumed. She didn't really have a problem with it - she didn't use her powers often anyways, especially considering they're more for offense or defensive type of situations. She almost always avoided those kind of situations anyways.
She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft breeze flow across her. It was a peaceful moment. Her mind was brought back by him beginning to talk.
>> "I was 9 when I first enrolled. Knew I had the X gene and knew it'd be a few years before it manifested. I only mostly knew English and I was an imperious little brat. I didn't yet fit because no powers. And the brat thing. So, I guess I had plenty of time to explore things. I ended up out here."
She smiled, the questions already forming in her mind. She couldn't help but laugh at his confession of being a little brat. "You knew you had the X-Gene? Brat? You bad boy," she teased, "Most kids are brats anyways," She was slightly joking, but mostly serious. Kids tended to be bratty - it seemed to be in their nature, at least to Celeste. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing to her, it was just a part of growing up. "Mostly knew English..? What is your native language?" Celeste was a language junkie - she already was nearly fluent in about 3 languages, and before she moved to New York she had been working on a couple other languages as well.
She looked away from him and back up towards the sky, "It's a good spot to get away from... Everything else."
Poor Angua. Celeste really did feel kinda bad for ambushing the poor dog. It wasn't really the dogs fault she naturally would get dirty and a bit smelly, being well... A dog. Celeste tried to love on Angua as Gawain forced her to go to the kiddie pool, "Hey, girl, it's going to be okay! It won't be long," she mused to the dog. In either case, when Angua saw the pool Celeste gave up on any type of vocal comfort to the dog.
>> "Alright, so... I'm gonna hold her, and you just... turn the hose on and try to aim?"
That was a pretty simple way but he would probably end up being a casualty with the water. She nodded and went over and picked the hose up, aimed it carefully towards Angua. She squeezed the trigger and boom, water flooded out of the exit of the hose, pretty much drenching the dog in a matter of a minute or so. And partially Gawain, too.
She kept the hose with her as she went and grabbed some of the dog shampoo bottles and prepared to begin lathering Angua up with them.
