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.
Okay so Kristoph didn’t always know when to turn it off. Really that wasn’t his fault. Whenever he saw a pretty woman, the man couldn’t help but chat with her, strike up a conversation, and see exactly how interested he can make the other. The cashier was a beautiful woman and was openly flirting with him. Had she been too shy or meek, he probably would have just minded his own business and refocused on the job at hand. But the little lip bite, the flutter of her eyelashes, and the agent couldn’t help but see where things would go. He honestly didn’t expect a nude selfie from the work restroom, but there it was, on his phone. God bless this technology and the notion of selfies.
However, as Kristoph chuckled at the lovely pair upon his screen, he cast a glance at his partner, Sabine, who was staring at him rather pointedly. His eyebrow arched, he inquired what her problem was. Knowing her, it could be one of a number of things as the woman seemed to constantly have a stinger in her butt, but he also had known seen the woman smile, even at one of his jokes once (something he would never let her live down). Besides, he knew that whatever her problem was, there was at least one sure fire way to get her to calm down…
>>”My problem is my man-child of a partner places more priority on getting lewd photos from naïve women than he does on—“
He smirked. He knew she could catch the scent soon enough. If there was one thing you learn about your partner the longer you work with them is their eating habits. Sabine was in shape, regularly worked out, so it was of little wonder that she enjoyed a expertly made burger from time-to-time. The silence of her voice and look in her eyes painted the picture for him, she was already looking for the meal that he had said he had gone out for.
>>”Is that my bacon cheeseburger with grilled onions and mushrooms?”
He held up the white bag with the restaurant logo on it. The smell of the burger would immediately grow stronger the higher he lifted it. A soft shrug of his shoulders followed as Kristoph jutted out his bottom lip and eyed the woman.
”Oh, this? I mean, I dunno. Could be,” he said with a soft sigh. ”I mean, it certainly smells like it.” He gave her a knowing grin. It was time to trade. ”First you give me an apology and maybe I’ll consider handing this over, unscathed. Deal?”
So this was a new twist. Honestly while Kristoph had always entertained ideas of bedding the lovely agent, he had never once figured that his admirations would lead to fruition so quickly. It actually made perfect sense for a woman like Agent T to be rather blunt and straightforward. She didn’t take any crap on the field, why should she in her personal life. It was actually fairly refreshing, to cut through all the B.S. and get down to the topic that really mattered.
At the end of it, she was open to some recreational fun. That was Kristoph twenty-four-seven. If the two of them had that in common, maybe that was all that they needed. Pleased with this turn of events, the ginger viking managed to collect himself and respond more eloquently to her question; yes...he was interested.
>>"You should be aware that I do not believe in the validity of workplace relationships...So when I say recreational, I mean exactly that. If you are not confident that you can spare me the romance attempts on the long run, you are free to back out now."
That look would have sent the hardest of hearts running into the distance, but Kristoph didn’t have a hard heart; others things, maybe, but not his heart. Instead the man was spurred on not only by the woman’s forwardness, but also by the challenge. Kristoph wasn’t a man who easily fell in love and several years, along with several divorces, proved that he was not the relationship type anymore. Therefore, he didn’t see the woman’s words as a warning, but rather something to ease his mind.
He gave her a cheeky grin, closing the gap a little between them. His gaze never wavered from hers as he responded in a lowered tone. ”I could say the same for you. You know what they say, right?” he grinned. ”’Once you go Red, you won’t want anyone else in Bed.” He chuckled a bit, adding in a small eye waggle. However, after a second, he stopped as he eyed her a bit sheepish. ”I should probably stop before you change your mind, right?”
Stakeouts were both the favorite and the bane of his existence. One the one hand, it afforded him a chance to get out of the office, to just sit someplace away from the hustle and the bustle of the facilities, of training, of having to listen to the higher ups talk statistics and game plans and etc.; but every bright spot had its dark side.
Most would assume that this train of thought would naturally lead to some bittersweet grumbling about his partner, one Sabine Sang. For most people...that was probably accurate. Sabine wasn’t the easiest of people to work with. Most figured she was an Ice Queen, who barely dated, if any, and whom the rumor mill frequently churned about her being some proto-type battlebot that SUPER was getting ready to roll out and replace all current field agents. As intriguing as that would be, that was most people’s opinion, not Kristoph Karlson’s. As a matter of fact, the last agent caught making such comments about the woman received a callused knuckle to the jaw.
After recuperation, said agent was more than happy to donate a gift card towards Ms. Sang’s forgotten birthday. Anonymously, of course.
Kristoph, for as much as he flirted and pursued women, actually had a rather large soft spot for his partner. When he and Sang were first paired up, the two had a devil of a time finding any common ground, least of all a reason to trust one another. But over time, and with a few close calls, the two eventually became close enough where they could almost be mistaken for friends -- or, at least, respecting colleagues. There was still room to grow but it was like that with most any relationship these days, right?
Marching back to the car, Kristoph smirked as he looked down at the phone in his hand. The screen illuminated with a new text message. It was safe to say that his evening had been rather successful. Not only had he managed to wrangle the awesome vittles, but he had an attractive new contact added to his phone. He really needed to frequent Six Chicks more often. He almost forgave them for their initial bout of false advertisement.
Upon approaching the carefully parked vehicle, Kristoph could see himself reflected in the window of the car. He was dressed rather...strangely, in slacks, boots, and one of his favorite, handknit sweaters. It was v-neck, black, warm and comfy, but with a strange yellow pattern that ran down the sleeves. Upon closer inspection, one would realize, humorously, that they were ducklings. Clearly this was icebreaker attire.
Opening the car door, Kristoph slid in and sighed with satisfaction. Setting the bag down on his lap, he felt his phone buzz again and the man cackled a bit. As clear as day on the screen was faceless shot of someone showing off their unbuttoned uniform top. He chuckled and shook his head, quickly sending back a thumbs-up emoji to the sender. He then glanced to Sabine, feeling her eyes staring at him. His ginger brow arched as he eyed her back.
”And what’s your problem?” he smirked playfully towards her.
Kristoph was going to enjoy today. Even though he was stuck in a monkey suit, he was in a dimension that wasn’t his own, and he had been chatting up the Ice Queen, he still was going to make the most of it. He may not get anywhere with the lovely woman at his side, but he would damn well be on his best behavior. There was nothing like flirting with a beautiful woman to chase the blues away, especially when she didn’t instinctively reach for her mace, assuming he some some kind of ginger yeti (yes, he had heard that one before).
Pulling into the street, Kristoph couldn’t help but thank the woman for heading out on the town with him. Of course it was under the guise of simply being colleagues now, but really Kristoph saw a great pair of legs and gorgeous eyes so he had to take a shot. Really, it would have been a crime if he hadn’t.
>>”Of course,...I imagine it’s been strange to live in a different world and have your entire life revolve around work.”
Though he doubted the woman really saw this the way he did, she did at least try to reciprocate with a reply of her own. There was even the smallest tinge of sympathy in her voice as she tried to imagine what it was like to be in a universe that certainly wasn’t his own. He smirked and nodded his head a bit, keeping his eyes on the road. He didn’t know what driving was like on this side of the void but it was proving to be painfully similar to his own universe.
He shrugged his shoulders. ”It comes with the job,” he admitted. ”You get used to it, really. Though, admittedly…” he glanced out the window. ”...this is a whole other level of having to get used to.”
Never in his wildest dreams did Kristoph ever believe that he would be visiting another universe. It was just unheard of. Sure there were those specials on the science channels about wormholes and a guy with really weird hair blaming everything on ”aliens”. But this was decidedly not about aliens.
>>”Just over here,”
Glancing about, he found the restaurant that Natalie had suggested and nodded. He smoothly slipped the vehicle into a parking position nearby and sighed as he turned the key, killing the ignition. As he began to unbuckle, he glanced over to his new comrade for the evening and smirked. ”Have you been to the other side yet?”
Kristoph nodded. Really he didn’t know how to feel about the matter. He had seen a lot of good people lose their lives because mutants were not being cared for or controlled as best as they could be. SUPER did an amazing job of trying to keep threats to a minimum but they also were not perfect. Incidents still happened, people still died. As much as he wanted there to be a perfect solution, he knew that it was something that was going to take time and energy in order to achieve. But, for now, SUPER was all his universe had -- and it was something that this universe seemed to desperately need.
He didn’t know Krystal. He only knew that she was supposed to be him, or rather, a version of him. They lived identical lives, seemed to follow the same path, that is until the riots happened in this universe. It was because of that his doppleganger was lying six feet under the ground. But should he feel sad? Should he want revenge? He just didn’t know. It wasn’t him lying in that coffin -- and at the same time...it was…
He shook the thought away, glad to change subjects as he inquired of the other woman if she had experiences with her own double. Though SUPER could have easily found out, it wasn’t as if they had profiles on absolutely everyone in the world. But he could probably put in a few calls if Ms. Ross desperately wanted to know. Maybe her alternate’s story would end up better than his.
>>”I did a quick search early on, and there were none of the flags that I would have raised in that universe, which means that they didn’t follow the same track that I did...I don’t want a glimpse into that life.”
Climbing into the vehicle, Kristoph waited for Natalie to slip inside before he closed his door and buckled his seatbelt. With the keys in the ignition, he slowly revved the engine to life, listening as the brunette told him of her own research into the alternate universe. It seemed that she hadn’t found anything about her doppleganger, if she even had one, and wasn’t interested if their tale was good or bad. He nodded, understandingly, as that was information that would be tough to process.
”Makes sense,” he said. When he was sure that Natalie was buckled in, Kristoph glanced to his phone, making a last minute reservation for the restaurant she suggested, and smoothly drove out of the parking space and towards the exit to the garage.
>>”Exit to the left there.
”Many thanks, Ms. Ross,” he said. As he pulled up to the street, he sighed as he waited for an opening and then drove out into the street. He glanced at the woman, giving her a slight smile as he turned back to the road. ”Seriously, thank you for taking the time out with me. This is a strange set of circumstances and…” he smirked. ”...it will be good to do something normal for a change...like have a peaceful meal with good company.”
It seemed that the world was just getting stranger and the only way to really combat it was to just roll with the tide. What made Kristoph a good soldier was that the man really didn’t have roots in any one location. Ever since he joined SUPER, he made sure that he was always able to move around, to be able to pack up at the drop of a hat, and so on. He needed to be prepared, after all, for any and all eventualities. One week he could have only a few, local assignments, the next and he could be sent across the globe, undercover, for several months. It was just the way of the job.
But Kristoph, for as rootless as he seemed, he didn’t let it get to me. He was a simple man of very simple pleasures, after all. All he ever needed was a blanket, food, and he could pretty much settle anywhere. That was why, when assigned to camp out on the other side of the dimensional rift, he had been one of the most likely candidates. Of course, to Kristoph, he didn’t really know this -- he was just a man who followed orders for his organization. That was all he needed to know.
Waiting in the elevator as it began its descent to the parking garage, Kristoph had begun to rattle off a few of the differences that he had noticed since coming over. For the most part they were small things and anything grander had not caught his attention. He was sure that SUPER would be sending out dossiers about the events of this universe and he could find himself with some very boring reading to have to do; he’d rather experience it for himself.
At the end of his description, Kristoph raised his eyes to the elevator numbers, watching as they descended lower and lower until finally coming to a stop at the bottom. It was only after Natalie stepped out did Kristoph follow after her, his hands clasped behind his back. At her side, he drifted his gaze over when she started to ask a follow up question.
>>”And your… other self? On this side? Have you met them?”
Kristoph was quiet for a moment. His kept his eyes ahead as he walked with Natalie, leading her towards the rental car that he had been assigned. As he did, his mind drifted back to the information he had been given about any doubles in this universe. More people than he thought didn’t have doubles, but himself? Oddly enough, he did…
He sighed as he shook his head in response. ”No,” he admitted. ”But I did visit her gravesite.” He smirked as he glanced over to Natalie. He then decided to elaborate. ”Krystal Karlson,” he began to recite from memory. ”Same birthday. Same parents. Almost identical life -- “ he paused. ”That is until she was killed in the line of duty.” He scoffed. ”Ironically enough she was protecting a mutant during the riots this universe had a few years ago.” He let the silence continue to building, moving towards the sleek, newer black vehicle that was parked. It was far nicer than what someone would assume he would drive. He then nodded to her. ”Yourself, Ms. Ross? Is there another version of yourself just as gorgeous running around my universe?”
Kristoph kindly gestured for the woman to lead the way. Honestly he didn’t know if she needed to pick up or drop off anything so he simply allowed her to walk ahead of him. Besides, it wasn’t as if the man was going to complain about the view of allowing her to step ahead of him. But he wouldn’t be too crude about his intentions, rather it was just polite to let her walk first as this was her building and the confidence with which she strode seemed to indicate that she would take the lead.
As they approached the elevator, Kristoph pulled out his phone and typed in the address of the restaurant that she had given him. It wasn’t too far from here but, still, there would be some traffic along the way. It seemed that no matter which side of the dimensional divide you were on, traffic was still a thing. Pity.
As she called the elevator, Kristoph slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned back, giving her a sincere smile. He was actually looking forward to this. Not that he thought he had a chance with the woman but, hey, she had already proved him wrong once by agreeing to go out to dinner. Maybe luck would truly shine upon him the more time they spent together. He wouldn’t know unless he tried. So, keeping his charm up, he turned his full attention to Natalie as she drolly mentioned how expensive the restaurant would be.
>>”I hope you brought a wallet, Mr. Karlson...this isn’t exactly Chipotle...Unless Chipotle is something else in your world, that is.”
He snickered. ”Actually called Adobo where I’m from.” He clarified. ”And it’s not that bad.” He joked, of course, but it was clear that Natalie had a more refined palate than his own. But that didn’t mean he was completely unawares of certain foods and cuisine. He did have to work undercover from time-to-time.
>> ”What exactly is different about your universe, anyway?”
He sighed as he waiting for the elevator to ding. He wrapped himself in his thoughts curious as to really what was all that different about this universe from his own. Surprisingly it seemed that there was very little in some aspects, and a lot in others. He organized his thoughts, stepping back as the elevator slid open and followed Natalie in. Pushing the button for the parking levels, he leaned back against the wall, his arms casually at his side.
”Depends. There are little things here and there. For one this universe doesn’t have any Red Apple brand cigarettes. One of the most popular brand on my end of the universe, not that I smoke them, mind you,” a whiff would show that he didn’t smoke. He may eat like a neanderthal from time-to-time but nothing like smoking. ”And there are little things. Shops that are either in a different place or missing altogether...oh that popular show, ‘Chess of Crowns’? ‘Game of Thrones’ in my universe.” he shrugged. ”It’s little differences like that...plus a major one or two...such as the complete absence of my organization.”
>>"Mhmm. You seem more concerned about the welfare of humans than mutants, the incident that happened today was a hiccup. Not all mutants are like that. For instance, I've yet to turn you into a brainless zombie...Point, is, I don't want to join anything that puts humans over mutants. What I will do, is help those mutants who find themselves to be in trouble."
The woman really was a spitfire. Kristoph said nothing, merely giving her a soft smile as she started to announce that his organization sounded more pro-human than anything else. While it was true, that SUPER put a lot of care into protecting humans, there was also the fact that mutants did work for SUPER as well, some of them even willingly. Kristoph knew that there were more shady aspects to his job, but he did what was necessary to protect people. This woman, she wanted to help, but she needed to be convinced that the ends justified the means sometimes.
Idealism, unfortunately, was a tough nut to crack, but he would definitely try.
He smirked a little at the comment she dropped about making him a “brainless zombie”. Part of him knew there was some validity to it, but he doubted it was true. If that was what she had truly wanted to do, it either would have been done by now or she would have been much more terrifying up close. So he merely just smiled and nodded his head respectfully to her threat. It was time to go at this with a slightly different angle.
”Understandable,” he responded with a nod. ”But therein lies the issue -- we’re not what you think we are. That is the misconception that I am trying to educate others on.” He gave her a sweet, well-meaning smile. ”We’re not some anti-mutant taskforce, we’re trying to help everybody. We protect people who can’t protect themselves because no one else is trained to. We bring abandoned mutants in from the cold, teach them to harness their abilities, even surpass their expectations time and again.”
He shrugged, leaning back in his head. Kristoph was quiet as he observed the woman, looking her over carefully, scrutinizing her. Really he was hoping that this tactic of appraisal would work to garner her interest, but he wasn’t going to push. Besides, he already knew where she worked and it would only take a quick call to headquarters to get her inducted the hard way. Still, it was an avenue he had hoped to avoid.
”But...if you were really so suspicious, I guess nothing I say will really convince you, will it?” He sighed. ”Pity. There’s a lot of people who could use your help.” He smiled sympathetically towards her before he pulled over the dessert menu on their table. He was letting his finite seeming words sink into her head for a few seconds as he opened the menu and looked it over, seemingly burying their previous topic under the pretense of her being uninterested. "Ohh, they have some of their Dessert Pizza. Looks good."
It was a long shot, of that much he was sure. Natalie seemed like a woman who definitely had a refined palate. The way that she carried herself, looked at him, and the near detachment of her expressions made it seem like a fool’s errand. Truly someone like Kristoph wouldn’t stand a chance with a woman like her. He was all prepared for either a snide remark, a mocking fit of laughter, or even a gentle let down since they were actually going to be working together now. But as the woman turned back to face him, he saw that there was no malice in her eyes, but rather...intrigue.
Interesting.
He gave her a sweet smile, waiting for her to make up her mind. His superiors had given him plenty of compensation for coming through the dimensional void to make this meeting happening, also they wanted him to be well-prepared in the unlikely event that the portal would collapse without warning. Really he was being treated as a guinea pig and compensated for it, so why not spend a little? And if he was going to spend a little, why spend it alone?
He knew the answer before she even said anything. Kristoph continued with his genuine smile, eyes doing little to mask the fact that he was interested in her, but still trying to maintain the cover that this was work related. For the first time since they met, he could actually get a read on her and he knew the next words out of her mouth would be favorable.
>>”Ten Columbus circle...Are you driving, or shall I?”
That was actually magnificent. Kristoph certainly needed a night out and, since he was in a strange new universe, it probably would have been better with a local. Add to that, the lawyer was actually quite attractive and Kristoph was always fond of attractive company.
”Oh, I can drive,” he agreed. ”If I’m going to be visiting this world, I should learn to navigate it.” A smile. ”Shall we?” He asked, gesturing for her to lead the way.
Kristoph loomed close, not too close to invade the lawyer’s personal bubble, but just enough to show that she had his rapt attention. Really this was his only task in this dimension right now. The higher ups wanted to send off Kristoph to secure paperwork and to plead his case, he had done both of those things and he wasn’t expected until tomorrow. With the rest of his day, and evening, free, the former police officer wanted just some simple advice as to where a good place to dine would be. It was perfectly innocent, surely.
So he asked, honestly, wanting to know what this woman’s opinion of a great eatery was. He doubted it would be some bar with chicken wings, but would it be some high-classed joint that would sooner spit on the neanderthal looking man? Or would it be something else entirely. He waited, watching the woman as she contemplated his question with some rather deep thoughts. When it finally seemed that she had come to one, she gave him her focus.
>>”There’s a restaurant in Manhattan, Per Se, that is absolutely to die for...The duck foie gras is magnificent.”
He nodded. ”Sounds elegant, thank you.”
He gave her a genuine smile. Moving around he he grabbed the door, holding it open as a gentleman should and waited until she passed through. Once she crossed, Kristoph followed after and looked to be making his way down the hall and out of her life. But, after a step, he stopped, and turned around to face her again. A soft grin on his lips, he cleared his throat as he approached her once more.
”Ms. Ross?” he said, garnering her attention yet again. ”Your suggestion truly does sound appetizing. However...that certainly doesn’t sound like an establishment one goes to alone.” He approached, still keeping a careful distance away, the look in his eyes showed his clear interest. ”Would you be interested in accompanying me?” He smiled. ”As newly minted colleagues...of course.”
>>"A thank you would suffice...Just putting that out there unless you're curious."
Kristoph shared a smile with the woman, gently nodding his head to her. ”It may suffice, but you certainly are owed more.”
Kristoph meant what he said. In his experience, the general populace usually didn’t get involved with the heroing business. They tended to run and hide. Then again, she was a mutant and, more often than not, it tended to inflate whatever hero complex that most people had. Really vigilantism was not something that the agent appreciated as it just made his, and SUPER’s, job all the harder. But, he was willing to let this one instant slide, especially as he was dealing with a young woman he was trying to recruit.
Instead he continued to entice the woman, admitting that her help on the field would have actually helped save a lot of lives. If she really wanted to make a difference, then that should pique her interest. Judging from the look that suddenly crossed her face, it seemed that he certainly had...
>>"I'm sure you would...Tell me more, Mr. Karlson."
He shrugged innocently, taking another bite of his chicken wings. He chewed thoughtfully as he wiped his fingertips on a napkin, then leaned in to speak to her. ”Again, not a lot I can say. But, in my line of work, I have dealt with a lot of similar...instances that you experienced today.” He shrugged. ”There’s a lot of people out there. Innocent civilians who need protection, and mutants who need not only protection from themselves, but guidance.” He gave her a careful smile. ”That’s what I do, young lady. The branch I work for…” an innocent shrug. ”We’re just trying to help.”
Kristoph spoke honestly to the woman’s question. She asked him what he fought for and, for him, it was the best reason -- the protect people. He reiterated the SUPER wasn’t perfect, but it was what they had and they were trying to ensure the survival of people from some very real threats. He even though in a recent example, of a woman who lost control of her ice powers. It was a terrifying experience, one that would have shaken anyone down to their core. But it was also a point that showed SUPER saved lives.
Sitting back in his chair, Kristoph crossed his hands upon his lap as he looked over the woman more carefully. Normally he had a knack for getting a read on someone but this person seemed to be particularly difficult. He wasn’t sure what it was about her but she certainly was a mystery to him -- one that was quite intriguing.
>>”I’m sure my daughter will appreciate the safer world one day...I’m glad to hear that your job fulfills you.”
”I certainly hope she will.” he replied.
He respectfully nodded his head towards her. Whether or not she liked his answer, he couldn’t tell, but she did at least manage respect it. It could have been taken as ingenuine, and maybe it was, but the woman was a skilled enough lawyer to be able to make her words ring with truth. Whatever the case, as she stood up, collecting her things, Kristoph also stood, buttoning his jacket as he offered her a kindly smile. He may have looked like a neanderthal in business suit, but he certainly wouldn’t act like one.
As she made her way towards the door, Kristoph followed, after all, he didn’t have any more business in this particular room. Besides, he wouldn’t have minded another, closer look at the raven-haired woman whom would now be working with SUPER on this side of the dimensional rift.
Approaching the door, he gave her another soft nod as they prepared to exit.
>>”Well, Mr. Karlson, do you have any further questions?”
He paused for a moment, giving it some earnest thought. Really he knew he didn’t have to ask anything. If there were issues, SUPER’s own lawyers would certainly get involved. Therefore he really didn’t have any questions for the young woman -- at least not pertaining to business. So, instead, he gave her a soft smile, his voice lowered to something of a more intimate tone as he spoke.
”Just one…” he said with a smile. ”...I’m still fairly new to this universe. Honestly, I’d absolutely love to find a great place to have dinner. Would you happen to have any recommendations for a bachelor not of this dimension?”
The woman was a mystery, that much was for sure. Sitting across from her at the table, she had a coy smile upon her lips, the look of someone who definitely knew more than what they were telling. In all honesty, he could respect that. In this world, people tend to keep to their own as getting involved is the easiest way to find you head-over-heels in trouble. But if that truly were the case, then she certainly shouldn’t have helped out in the hospital. There was a part of the woman that certainly wanted to share, but upon her terms. Interesting.
Kristoph just shared with her a knowingly smile. He to be cute, to ask if there was anything that could be done to allow her to actually trust him. However, the look in her eyes flashed with stubbornness; it was clear that she wasn’t going to budge on this issue. She even stated so outright in her response…
>>"Nope. I'm sure you got a good gist of what I'm capable of, Mr. Karlson. Though, I will tell you something...I can handle myself more than what you may think."
He smirked. She definitely wanted to play a game but how much was he willing to divulge. After all, he couldn’t very well spill the beans about SUPER to her, just to have her run off scared. Rather, he needed to keep whetting her appetite in hopes of pulling her out from around her defenses. It was only he that he could even possibly considering actually trying to recruit her nicely.
Let’s face it, she was on SUPER radar now. She would join the organization, it is just a matter of on what kinds of terms?
”I can see that,” he said with a laugh. Shaking his head, a knowing smirk on his lips as took another sip of his beer. ”Not often I require saving the likes of which you provided today.” He saluted her with his beer. ”Honestly, I could probably use a friend like you out on the field. Save a lot more lives like that.”
Kristoph smirked as he eyed the woman sitting across from him. She really was a sight to behind. As she started to unravel her hair from the braid that it had been pulled into, letting the locks flow freely around her face, he had to admit that she was a gorgeous sight. Their conversation was very civil and sweet as the pair of them were clearly attempting to unwind after a thoroughly rough meeting but it seemed that things were becoming far easier to bring up in one another’s presence.
She inquired about his job and that was where the tricky part came in. If she were going to be recruited into SUPER, he needed to make sure that he didn’t freak her out from the get-go. Knowing that there was a super secret government branch that was stepping in to control the mutant problem was...not the easiest sell -- especially to a mutant. Tulla, now that she was on SUPER radar, was not going to get a chance to say no as being a psychic made her an alpha, and alphas were highly sought after.
But he would let the news trickle in and maybe, just maybe, he could win her over like that.
>>"Missions, huh?".
He nodded, waggling his brows in a mysterious manner. ”Missions,” he repeated. Of course he wouldn’t elaborate on more just yet, he just wanted to whet her appetite.
Of course woman wasn’t without mysteries of her own. What was it that she had done to that man back in the hospital? Her powers were clearly mentally derived but to what degree? Psychics came in a variety of flavors and SUPER loved to have any number of them on their payroll. But for Tulla here, he needed details if he was going to be able to win her over. Unfortunately she knew how to play the game.
>> "No, no. You don't get to know about my mental ways, Mr. Karlson. Just in case."
He grinned, looking a little indignant at being stifled. ”Awww come on, now. And here I thought we were friends.” A playful smirk on his lips. ”Isn’t there…anything I can do to learn a bit more about you and your miraculous ways?”
After the incident in the hospital, Kristoph was quick to keep the woman in his sights. Though he had been hurt in the process of trying to stop the mutant, he was not going to let that stop him. That was protocol when it came to coming in contact with an Alpha mutant, stay with them and try to recruit. Of course he could have just reported her back to the organization, but where was the fun in that? After the two of them were having such a lovely time together, it was a shame to ruin it by just walking away.
So an invitation was given. The look in her eyes, the smile on her lips, it was all promising enough that when she had agreed to going out for drinks, he wasn’t all that surprised. However he had to keep his mind on the goal here and not on the fact that he was going to have drinks and a meal with a very attractive young woman.
Still, that wouldn’t stop the flirtation train any time soon.
They had decided on a place that Tulla wanted to go to, a bar with some of the best wings, they claimed. Again, Kristoph was only more enamoured with the woman, especially as she seemed to share his tastes in certain foods. Having headed to this particular establishment, the two of them quickly found a seat and ordered their drinks and meals. Though Kristoph was still feeling that slight vibration in his bones, he certainly was in better shape than before. Maybe the beer did help.
Taking a swig of his beer, Kristoph was a surprisingly clean eater. It may seem like that expansive red beard that covered his chin and jawline were going to be magnets for food particles, but the man was experienced enough with his facial hair to avoid such a fate. Setting a cleaned bone onto his plate, he picked up his napkin and carefully dabbed his lips, nodding with appreciation. This was certainly a good place they decided on.
>>"All I wanted to do today was do my rounds and go have stir-fry in the cafeteria. That's it. That's all I wanted."
Kristoph chuckled a bit heartily at that. He gave a soft shrug of his shoulders. ”You would turn down beer and hot wings with a ginger over stir-fry?” He grinned. ”Where’s your priorities?” He continued to tease her, taking another swig from his beer.
The whole scene was surprisingly relaxing. Considering what happened at the hospital, and the power that he watched on display, he figured he would be a little more apprehensive. As much as Kristoph flirted and charmed, he knew when to draw the line when it came to valuable assets. Tulla, being an alpha, would normally be so high up on the take list that none of this nice conversation was really required. But the man wanted to try a different approach for a change. Why not a bit of wining and dining?
>>"...So, what do you do? Moving like that, you're obviously in some government agency."
”You’re saying that a professional ice cream delivery man cannot move with similar grace?” He smirked at her. She really was too much fun to tease. But he shrugged. ”I can’t say everything but, yes, I do have some federal training. You’d be surprised at the missions that require moves like that.” He gave her a soft wink. ”You weren’t too shabby yourself there. Those powers…” he nodded. ”...very impressive. What did you do to him? Hypnotic sleeping trance?”
