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.
The doctor countered his remarks with his own seemingly cryptic message. "I think that because you left your family at such a young age and have been lying to them for some time it felt good to have someone who pretended to care about you." The time spent would never be erased from his memory but he could at least help heal the wounds that were cut into and confused his mind for so long. It didn't seem like he'd been there for so long but he apparently had been there much longer than he suspected.
This was mainly a doctor ordered appointment. When he'd arrived back at the mansion he wasn't a pretty sight. Now he looked basically the same as he used to before; however, there were times when his face would reveal the true trials that he'd been through. No scars were left on him but there were plenty of those left in his mind. Much of what he'd been through didn't seem to be a bad thing for him.
------------------------------ He hadn't wanted to go from there, but they'd made him. They'd brought him here and they were making him talk to this stupid psychiatrist. The darkness returned to his emerald green eyes. They seemed to go a shade darker, if that was possible. The bright kidness left his eyes and they were replaced by hollow hate. His head was turned to look at the doctor while he was talking, however, things went in one ear and out the other. He would have to find his way back soon. ------------------------------
The doctor noticed this change and hid his alarm well. He jotted a few notes down that Teddy couldn't see, but only made his suspicion grow about this guy. Teddy blinked a couple of times and seemed to come out of a trance. His eyes looked normal and seemed bright, and a faint smile returned to him. "I was wondering Ted...What do you think when you are angry like that?" Teddy looked at him oddly.
"What do you mean? I wasn't angry." Teddy said to him. The doctor jotted a couple of more things down, before he decided to speak again. Ted honestly wasn't sure what he was talking about. He didn't think he had gotten mad. Had he? Confusion gripped him for a minute. The doctor seemed to let it go; but Ted knew that he just made a note about it and would probably come back to it later.
The psychiatrist looked at his watch and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you would be better served...that is...it might help you recover better if you acquired a new animal? Maybe something that is peaceful?" Ted sat up and looked directly at the doctor this time before answering.
"That's not how it works for me doc. I don't get feelings or emotions from animals. I copy stuffed animals remember. It doesn't matter what I morph it's still just me. It's still just a copy of a man made toy for little kids. Shifting wont help me. Besides I got more than enough shapes while they had me." Just then his timer rang and they both knew what that meant. It was time to go. They said their goodbyes and Teddy left to go back to the mansion.
Teddy hurried off. The occasional glance at his pocket watch would remind him just how late he was going to be if he didn't hurry up. As he hurried along he couldn't help but notice how weird a scene he was seeing. Unfortunately, he couldn't linger around here to see things a little better. He was in a rush. The rabbit ran through the brambles and bushes until he came to a oddly constructed trail. It wasn't necessarily a well traveled path, but it was certainly a path. Ted paused just for a second before glancing at his watch.
"Oh, dear. I'm late!" Teddy exclaimed. Then he paused. Is that really what my voice sounds like? He thought. His voice was definitely different from what it normally sounded like. Instead of the Miami accent that was deepening daily, it was a higher pitch. His voice was very nasally and with the fur inside his entire mouth and apparent lack of teeth his voice was muffled. No time to worry about that. I'm going to be late. He thought again. With that he rushed off down the trail.
His feet were moving as quick as his little feet could travel. It was weird running in this body. He couldn't seem to use his front paws correctly. Even still he moved fairly quickly..."I'm late! I'm late!"...The coat and vest he was wearing seemed to be constricting the proper use of his front paws. "Oh, dear me. I'm late!" The rabbit ran through the forrest until he saw a girl walking along. She seemed to be taking her time and looking at the many curious things that were around in the forrest. She was wearing a dark blue dress and he had to do his best not to bowl her over as he ran.
Teddy continued to wail, "I'm late! I'm late!" Maybe she would be in a rush too. Teddy just narrowly missed swiping her leg as he slowed down a bit. Teddy checked his watch again bemoaned the lateness of the time.
It was late at night and Ted thought this would be the best time for a swim in the mansions pool. The pattern continued for a while. Back and forth he'd go. Down and back, from one end to the other and back again. He must have done ten or 15 laps. He'd lost count somewhere around the fifth lap. He slowly climbed out of the pool. There was no one around, probably because of the hour but even more because it was the pool and not many swam late at night.
Teddy was exhausted now because of the swim and he was ready for bed. The young mutant toweled himself off started walking back towards the mansion. Suddenly he saw a flash of white light. It didn't make sense for someone to be out at this time. Even though there were plenty of mutants that didn't seem to sleep at all, no one would be taking pictures at this time of night. Ted decided to head towards the area that he'd seen the flash from. When he got there there was no one there but... a rabbit? The rabbit turned and ran. For some reason the rabbit looked familiar. As he chased it he tried to figure out where he'd seen the rabbit before. The rabbit turned a corner and disappeared through a bush. Teddy froze for a second wondering if he should follow, but curiosity got the better of him and he pushed on.
The next thing he knew Ted was falling. He didn't remember there being a cliff around the mansion. There was darkness everywhere and nothing seemed to escape this darkness. It was as if he'd stepped into a black hole and not even a scream would come out of his mouth. When Ted landed it was with a soft thump. He bounced at least twice along the ground. When he got up it was light out and everything seemed to be in a much more vivid color. The sky was a more bluer blue and the trees seemed to be hued with a more striking green. That wasn't even the oddest part.
As he tried to stand he noticed that the ground was much closer than he remembered it being earlier that day. He looked at his hands and noticed they were paws. White furry paws to be exact. He must have changed during the fall. But why into a rabbit? It's not exactly the easiest or fastest way to get around.
He tried to change back. Nothing Ωwas happening. Ok. No need to panic. I'm simply Stuck In A RABBIT FORM!! He cried in his head. Until a little sound escaped his...His what...lips, teeth, muzzle? "Ahh!' Well, better to be small than to be large and noticeable in this weird place. Easier to hide. What is going on here? He thought.
So far he hadn't seen anyone, human, mutant, or animal since his arrival in this weird place. As Teddy started moving he did this weird sort of hop-walk thing. As he did he came to a river and saw his reflection for the first time. It wasn't his normal change. He was a little taller than normal and he was wearing a dark blue jacket with white ruffles. This certainly wasn't his normal transformation. He was much more real looking. Ted continued walking along his path, not really knowing where he was going, just kind of heading to see if he would meet someone.
Suddenly he was beset with the feeling that he was late for something. Ted pulled out his watch and saw that he was going to be late. He didn't know what he was going to be late to but he didn't want to be late. Ted hurried along through the brush to get wherever it was that he needed to be.
The weird think was all Ted could think ask was, "Why Latin? No one speaks it anymore." She came back with a simple reply. "Teddy. To understand the more used languages you must understand where they came from." She walked back to the board and erased everything that was up there. She then started to write out more words in a different language. He understood some of them So he figured it was Spanish he was going to learn next. "Besides. Doctors and other medical professionals use Latin to communicate with other doctors even if there is a language barrier in their normal tongue."
Kara continued to mix Teddy's drinks for the next few days. It seemed that she was showing him more affections than she had in the past, what? weeks? months? He had no idea how long he'd been there but he was surely able to keep track of the times that he was beaten by her, and those were getting fewer and fewer as the time went on. The days proceeded like this for some time. He'd fall asleep next to Kara with her whispering "Excito." into his ear and he'd wake up next to her. Now he knew what it meant. It was Latin. It meant 'Awaken'. But why she would keep repeating that word? Even though the reason for her to whisper that word to him made no sense it made a little more sense as to why they taught him Latin in the first place.
"Bonum mane." She said to him as he woke up. "Good morning to you." Kara gave him a stern look and slapped him sharply on the cheek. "Remember, Latin only my Teddy." Teddy gave a sheepish smile and uttered his phrase again in Latin. "Bonum mane ad te nimis." They ate and he was given more of the drug through his drink. As Kara soon explained, from now on they only conversed in Latin, even though they would continue learning other languages. the weeks carried on like this learning the languages seemed to take forever. But with hours spent learning them they came to him faster and faster every day. Some languages were harder for him to get, mainly the far eastern ones but also Russian. Again he was offered no reason as to why he was learning these languages but they seemed to start taking them slower as he would get some a little more mixed up.
The punishment for mixing up the languages was a severe pounding from an enforcer. Kara hardly ever did any of the abuse herself. It was more so that he could continue to see her as the controlling yet caring figure that she'd made herself out to be in his mind. She would snap and he the beating would stop. Sometimes he would try to block and fight back but that only made the enforcer go harder. It pleased Kara when he would try to fight back, although she wouldn't tell him that, but she would simply have a smirk on her face after he was beaten a bit. There was more learning to be done so he couldn't be to injured for the rest of the day.
That night was different. Kara actually stayed with him in his cell taking care of his many bruises and cuts from the beating he'd received earlier that day. When he laid down to sleep Kara again whispered to his "Excito." This made it harder for him to fall asleep because he had no idea what it meant and he'd heard it every day he was there. Kara seemed to be able to tell this and she slipped him another injection of the poison he'd started to be addicted to.
When he awoke in the morning he was surprised to see that Kara was still there. He smiled and looked around his cell. He noticed that for the first time he had a couple of pictures in it. He couldn't quite remember them being taken but they were of him and Kara so he believed them to be real. This was the first time he hadn't been awoken by a gruff guard shouting at him. It was weird but as Kara gave him his food she encouraged him to drink his orange juice before he could get any questions out. "This is going to help you recover faster." Kara lied to him. He didn't notice the funny taste of the juice, which was mixed with the poison. He ate his breakfast hungrily and quickly, almost as if he hadn't eaten in days, which of course wasn't true but he felt extra hungry for some reason.
The day was different too. And it all seemed to start from the previous night with Kara staying around. Maybe she was actually a nice person and she didn't like him being hurt. He went to a different room today. No beatings. At least that's what it looked like. There was only two desks and Kara led him to one and he sat down. Just like all the other rooms he'd been in this one was pretty bare. There wasn't much in it but the two desks and a board. There were some tapes and books on the other desk and some writing on the board that he didn't understand. Soon Kara walked up to the board and started her lecture. "The key to being a good spy is being able to blend in in any and all situations and places. That is why I'm going to teach you how to be fluent in many languages. You will be the perfect spy, with your powers and my training." She seemed to know exactly when he was going to say and she cut him off with every turn.
They started with the root languages. Latin was today's morning lesson. They started with the basics. Verbs, nouns, conjugation. All the boring stuff. Repeating words after her to get the pronunciation right. Pretty soon they started forming complete sentences. Although very choppy and slow he was getting the idea of it easier. Maybe it was because he was enjoying the nice treatment and therefore open to learning the subject or because of the poison that had been slipped to him in his morning drink was making it a bit easier to learn the info. Teddy wasn't sure but Kara knew what she was doing and it was something that seemed to prove effective by the time they broke for lunch. Kara and Ted ate their lunches together. He was enjoying the time spent with her. Again he didn't notice the discoloration to his drink, but he continued to down the poison anyway.
(OOC: This is post time served and rescue from the base)
It'd been months since the rescue from that awful place and he hadn't seen much more of the mansion than the infirmary. Whatever they'd done to him was imperceptible to Ted himself, but it was apparent to others in the mansion; particularly those that knew him before. He was getting restless. Towards the end of his stay in the infirmary he was allowed to roam around the mansion for a little bit of time. Of course he was always with an escort just to make sure that something Ted saw didn't set him off. Through out the day he had to go back to the infirmary to get doses of medicine from Doc Prof. It seemed that not even he could fix Teddy quickly.
Time dragged on and Ted was not only getting better from the medicine but he was also required to visit a psychiatrist a few times a week to discuss what happened to him while he was captured. Through one session Ted told the doctor about what Kara had done. He talked about the injections the fear of them turning into an addiction and soon an anticipation for them. "It's weird," He confided in the doctor. "Even though that I know now what she was doing to me I still miss it. I still get these feelings, from what they were programming me for, that I don't necessarily feel angry at them for it. Even though it was wrong for them I miss it. Is that weird?"
Somewhere through his story he laid down on the comfy couch provided by the psychiatrist. It wasn't leather like they show in the movies. The fabric was soft and he felt like he just melted into the couch. Ted was afraid to close his eyes because he thought he might fall asleep on the couch, that's how comfortable it was. There was a silence in the room for a moment. But not a complete silence. He could hear a tape playing of the sea washing up onto a beach. In one of his very first visits the psychiatrist asked him where he felt most relaxed and Teddy told him about the beach near where he grew up. Since then, every time he walked into his office, there was a CD of a sea shore playing quietly in the background.
I'd be all for a thread with either one of my characters, Ted and Streak. I've been trying to get them back into it as of recently too. I'm up for any type of thread so let me know if your interested.
The days wore on and the longer he was there the more intensely he was listening to her. There seemed to be no going back now. Every time he was shown a picture he felt disgust, anger, and seething hatred for the people in the pictures. When she was completely satisfied that the injections had taken the full effect Kara decided to move to the next stage with Teddy's training. When he had received his final injections for the day he was allowed to retire to his cell for the weekend. Kara announced, "Since you have done so well in your training I have decided to give you the weekend to rest. We will start again on Monday. Would you like that?"
Teddy, still curled at her feet smiled. "Yes, ma'am. I would like that very much ma'am." Kara smiled and ran her finger through his thinned hair. It had gotten that way since he'd been here. As much pain as they'd put him through they had never starved him or treated him like a prisoner. He was treated more like a pet. Always taken care of but despite their best efforts for some reason he'd still lost weight, sunken eyes, and thinned hair. Teddy didn't seem to have noticed that difference in his own body. He was merely concerned with pleasing Kara. He would be sad through the time that he wouldn't see Kara but he would be kept going with the thought of seeing her when Monday came around.
The weekend came and went and every time before he fell asleep he would hear Kara's voice saying the same word "Excito.". Ted spent most of it by himself and without any other human interaction other than the guard that would give him food at certain times of the day. Monday came around and he was escorted to a different area of the prison. It was all mostly underground with only a few high up windows that he couldn't see out of. The only solace that the windows seemed to give that was they told him the time of day. When he walked into the new room he saw Kara already waiting for him there. She was dressed in her normal garb and was had a few new toys around her belt. He didn't know what any of them were but they really looked scary. Ted had a bad feeling about this place.
When they were alone Kara started talking. "Hello my pet. Today we will begin a new part of your training." Teddy knelt down and began crawling to her. He was accustomed to this and knew that if he didn't do this then he would have pain like he'd never felt before. When he reached her she petted him and said, "Stand. We will begin your fight and spy training today. You will learn to use your powers like you had never thought possible." Her tone was cold and methodical, like she'd done this a hundred times before.
He stood as commanded. She punched him multiple times. Hitting wasn't really her style, she was manipulative and psychological not physical. But since Ted didn't know much in the way of fighting, he was hit with every attack. When she stopped Kara snapped her fingers and another form jumped out of the shadows and came at him. A flurry of punches followed the arrival of the man from the shadows. Eventually Teddy started to block some of the punches.
Block. SMACK. SMACK. Block...
It continued for a while until Kara snapped her fingers again. Teddy was lying on the ground in a ball as Kara walked over to him. There was no denying he'd just gotten his butt royally handed to him. Kara seemed nice enough about the whole thing but he knew that she was upset that he didn't put on a better show for it and he was going to be punished for not being a better fighter.
I think Teddy would make a pretty good White Rabbit. He could probably work the angle of either side he wanted to depending on who influenced his dream.
He didn't know that the dosage had been just a little bit more than it had been the day before. Thus making the dosage more potent and weakening him from resisting even more. He didn't feel any difference but Kara knew that he was one step closer to giving in totally.
Today's torment was different from yesterday's torment. Today had to same pictures displayed that he'd seen the previous day. They were easy to see, not flashing fast, just passing smoothly from one picture to the next. With it came a series of statements. The pictures started to slow down and they spent more time on one before moving on to the next one. Kara told a story with each one.
Because of the drug he couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what was false. But he kept having a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. With each story that nagging feeling returned; however, he simply shrugged it off and listened to Kara tell her stories. "Remember this day 2 years ago at your old home?" She showed him a few pictures of him at the mansion with people. She continued talking. "Remember they attacked you. They didn't want you." The expertly faked pictures helped Teddy believe what she was saying. Her stories went on like this and a hatred towards the people in the pictures started to grow.
With each story there was a complex ending how he somehow got out of the predicament they showed him with the help of someone from this place. Many of these pictures involved Kara, they were trying to build a better rapport with him and his mentor. It was a tough job and they had been at it for a while but the plan was elaborate and they needed to rewrite many of his memories. It was no small task for sure.
Ted was feeling more comfortable around her, after only a few days of this. She was becoming more than just an instructor to him. His memory, and pictures, told him that they had been long time friends. Now she also brought him his addiction that his body yearned for along with safety. The day was over before Ted knew it and he was escorted back to his cell. He had enough energy to walk back to his cell before he fell face down on his bed and slept through meals and woke up only to some prodding from a guard in the morning.
Of course what she didn't tell him was that the effects were like taking Heroine. Once the first dose had been administered it turned them into an addict and they craved more. This type of drug that Kara had given Teddy was a new formula though. it was something that needed to be watched very carefully. This drug was not only addicting but it also had other side effects and given in to much quantity could drive the person insane.
"We are going to run a few tests now that you're a little more complacent." Kara then proceeded to ask him about seemingly random things like his family, the mansion, his friends, even some significant political figures that were prominent on TV. With each question she asked there was a picture associated with them. Once that Teddy knew. They'd been watching him for a while. With each picture he was able to associate a memory with them.
As the questions were repeated there was soon pain associated with them. This form of psychological training was a common old attempt to brainwash people. Teddy was now getting the full brunt of this training. The negative stimulation went on for hours. No breaks, no taking it easy. It was full brain pain the whole time. After a full day of this it was enough. There was nothing left of the Ted that walked in the day before. He literally had to be carried out of the room and put in his cell. He couldn't even muster the power to walk by himself.
Kara returned her reports to her superiors. "It's going well. I think this training will take him easier than some of our previous trials." The meeting continued with many other questions and Kara had answers for all of them. "He's strong. He's fighting it, but I gave him just enough to overcome his fight and keep him useable."
The morning came and they came for him again. After a night of tossing and turning and screaming he mustered enough energy to walk to the place of his 'training' once again. The only thing that really got him moving was the thought of getting another shot. He'd forgotten how big the needle had been the day before. Ted didn't really care. He wanted more. That's all he thought about. Kara was waiting for him this time. "Hello Teddy. Please have a seat. How are you feeling?" Her lab coat was already hanging on the door and she was waiting near the table for him to sit in the chair. She was being uncomfortably nice compared to the way she was yesterday. It was like she had taken her Happy Pill today and nothing could go wrong. Ted took the seat without complaint. There would be no complaining as long as he got the drug that his mind craved today.
"Hi." For some reason Teddy was actually happy to see her. It was like yesterday hadn't even happened. "I'm tired and sore." He complained to her. He couldn't even remember why. He couldn't remember doing a workout yesterday or anything of the sort. She walked over to him, needle in hand. As she neared him with the needle a smile grew on his face. He turned his head and anticipated the shot. Ted ignored how big the needle actually was. He wanted it...No, he needed it. As the needle pierced his neck again he sighed with content. Again the word was whispered into his ear, "Excito." It was to bad he didn't know what it meant. Once the drug was coursing through his veins the pain started again.
Teddy didn't like the sound of that. She was certainly enjoying this more than he was. In fact he wasn't enjoying it at all. He was really hoping that he wasn't needed for whatever they wanted. "I'm not going to help you." Teddy said with some attempt at defiance and bravery. Unfortunately the bravery slipped away as soon as he was done talking and he was scared that there wouldn't be any to really help him out.
"Oh Teddy, teddy, teddy. You really shouldn't try to fight this. It's going to rather enjoyable. You should feel honored. I've been trained by the best to get the best and..." she gave a little laugh, "I haven't been let down since." Kara advanced towards Ted and as she did, she pressed a button on the table that restrained him. Teddy struggled against the restraints, but to no avail. They didn't budge and all he did was end up giving himself a little bit of rope burn.
Kara paused at the table for a minute. She was considering all the different devices that were available to her disposal. From his angle Teddy couldn't see what all there was but he was certain that he didn't want to find out. "Good." She said once he had stopped squirming. She simply picked up a needle filled with something that he couldn't see but was certain that it was filled with some form of liquid that would really hurt. That and the needle was huge. Who comes up with needle sizes like that. It's like a doctor saw a shotgun and said, 'hey ya know what'd be interesting? seeing if we can make a needle the same size as this gun barrel.' Teddy thought about this as he focused on the needle coming closer to his face.
She touched it to his eyebrow and lightly ran the needle across his face, down his cheek bone and to his jaw line. Teddy's eyes were closed for this because he was mainly afraid that the needle would be going into his eye. "Relax." she cooed. He felt the needle move away from his skin and he slowly opened his eyes. "This may hurt a bit." With that lack of reassurance she covered his mouth with her hand and jabbed the needle into his neck. As the needle penetrated his skin she whispered into his ear, "Excito." Teddy tensed up as the needle penetrated his skin and he felt the fluid being pushed into his blood stream.
As the needle was removed from his neck he didn't feel the pain. In fact he didn't feel like he'd just had his neck stabbed with a giant needle. Euphoria swept through him and he didn't even see the point in fighting. There were plenty of reasons to fight but he just couldn't think of them at the moment. Seeing this she said, "Good. I see the medicine I gave you is taking effect. Don't worry Teddy, it's just to make you less inhibited."
Ted could understand everything. It wasn't like he was in a drugged state, even though he was. He felt more like there was sense in her words, and whatever she was saying was the right thing because it had to be. Even with the drug coursing through his body he was confused by what she said; so she explained further. "We have done research that shows many mutants seem to suppress their potential subconsciously. So, what I've just given you only removes the subconscious block you have created. But it's temporary. It'll wear off soon enough."
It wasn't long before someone came to collect him. Once again it was an armed security guard. Teddy actually wondered why he needed an armed security guard. It wasn't like his powers were dangerous. It was more like his powers were cute and cuddly. Ted couldn't imagine his powers ever being helpful to anyone, except for maybe a crying girl. And yet here he was, with no indication as to where he was or what was going to happen to him.
Teddy was soon put back into his cell and left here. There wasn't much he could do. Teddy paced, his mind was moving to fast for him to get any rest or to even relax. The day passed and as night came his restlessness turned into boredom. He didn't know what they were waiting for but he really didn't like waiting around. His food came. It was awful and bland. Nothing like what he had in the mansion. He slept. A few more says passed like this. He paced, he ate, he slept. No interaction with people, no hint that he was going to be getting this 'training' that he'd been told about, and not even the slightest thought seemed to have been given to if his powers were actually useful for whatever they seemed to want him for.
After about the third day of this monotony he was finally let out of his cell. His hair had become disheveled and he'd lost some weight, even though he'd been eating everything they gave him. The guard escorted him to a different room. With all the twists and turns it was pretty much impossible for Ted to keep his bearings and know which way was which. He supposed that the place was probably built like this on purpose. If you got in you wouldn't know which way to go; and if you wanted to get out you would just get lost and end up at some dead end most likely and get recaptured. Either way Ted had no inclination of getting out anytime soon, since he didn't know what would be waiting for him when he got out.
The new room was completely dark. There were no lights, except for what filtered in behind him from the hallway. Even though he couldn't tell where he was it felt like he was in a giant space. Slowly the lights came on. The place wasn't as big as he thought it was. Maybe it was just the dark tricking him. The walls were bare pretty much like his cell, except white and clean, almost sterile looking. There were no mirrors, no cameras that he could see, and no other things in the room but a torturous looking chair and a metal table bolted to the ground. It was mostly unoriginal and he just stood there trying to figure out what was going on. That's when he saw her.
She was wearing the same lab coat as the other day but the rest was different. She certainly looked meaner, if that was possible, in this outfit. Slowly Kara sauntered forward, taking her time and reveling in the fear that was slowly growing in Ted's eyes. "Sit." She commanded. There was a chair, that look very uninviting near him. He really didn't want to and his hesitation cost him. Kara was close enough to hit him, and she did so with with so much force that he immediately fell and saw stars. Rage flared in her eyes, just as pain and fear were in his.
"When I tell you to do something it isn't a request."Kara said with perhaps a little to much sweetness in her voice for the action she just committed. Teddy slowly rose from the ground and started to make his way to the chair again. "But where are you going? I didn't tell you to go anywhere." Ted whipped around and before he could stop himself said, "You just said to sit down."
POW!
She hit him again. This time right in the eye. A small cut appeared and for the first time he realized she was wearing a ring. It was nothing big but it was enough to give a little cut. Teddy touched the area that she'd assaulted and felt the warm blood running down his face and touch the corner of his mouth. "Now...Sit" she said with a smirk on her face. Obviously she was enjoying this much more than Ted was. He sat. She then walked away and took off her lab coat, hanging it on the hook that was near the door. "Now why don't we get started." Kara said with a smile.
