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.
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Posted by Aleksandr on Mar 26, 2011 20:12:12 GMT -6
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Aleksandr gave a small grin at the young man's answer. It could be a bit of a difficulty having to behave under threat of potential detentions for some of the kids tying to have fun, particularly the younger ones. Though they were living in a school, so that changed some of the rules. Still, there was always bound to be a troublemaker in the bunch. "Boys will be boys," he offered, giving a slightly lopsided shrug.
He could feel the small body of the young man shifting around uncomfortably in the confined space. He hardly gave it a thought. People got nervous when they were trapped, especially mouse-sized mutants cornered by a giant snake man.
The young man of a proper size for a person was slightly more interesting. He looked a bit young to be a teacher, which the reptilian mutant assumed he was considering the threat of a detention. Then again, in a home for mutants, appearance wasn't the best thing to base opinions on. For all he knew the kid could have been a hundred years old or something.
His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain in his hand. His grin faded rapidly as his expression contorted into something more pained and irritated, a low hiss issuing from his throat. His height easily doubled as he straightened up to his usual height, pulling his hand away from the shelves and toward his chest.
The little brat had clamped down between his thumb and forefinger and at least one row of teeth had managed to fit between his scales and pinch painfully at the sensitive skin there.
With an angry flick of his tongue and another irritated hiss slowly dragging out, he grabbed for the young man, aiming the trap him between his two hands. It had taken a good deal of will power not to fling the mouse boy away from him, and even more self restraint not to eat him.
His gaze flickered back to the other young man in the room. "The biting one will get detention now?" he asked, trying to keep the hiss out of his voice when he spoke, having no ill will toward the bystander. "Or maybe I can eat him? Is rodent size and maybe delicious."
Posted by Aleksandr on Mar 7, 2011 16:47:13 GMT -6
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Aleksandr had grown used to kids running up and down the halls at all hours of the day and sometimes at night, provided the Mansion's caretakers didn't catch them in the middle of their shenanigans and put their foot down. It had bothered him a bit when he'd first settled into the school residence. His exceptionally large body picked up all the vibrations their little bodies caused as they hurled themselves through the various corridors and rooms while they roughhoused or panicked that they were late for class. It had taken a while and a few less restful nights and afternoons to get used to all the commotion, but he'd eventually gotten to the point where he could largely tune it out like background noise.
He tried ignoring such vibrations when they intruded upon him and his grump in the living room. He shifted irritably, coils siding across each other as he moved to warm different patches of scales. He tried to repress a sigh as a young man entered and addressed him, one golden eye opening and gazing across the room at him.
Couldn't set a scale outside and couldn't even enjoy a good sulk or himself. Wonderful. However, the opportunity to tack down an individual appealed to the predatory side of him. Animal shifters tended to be a bit nervous around him, were they of the non-carnivorous variety, so why shouldn't someone he was purposely hunting also feel uneasy? It could prove entertaining.
He flicked his long tongue out, scenting at the air. It was a little confusing trying to sort through the scents of all the numerous people that passed through the Mansion all day, but new ones were always fresher and stronger and he was getting better at picking them out. "I have not seen small naked boy," he replied, slowly untangling himself, "But I can smell him."
He didn't bother with his standard 'standing' height, instead keeping low to the ground. He hadn't registered two sets of feet entering the room, so the boy must have been very small, especially if the comment about him potentially being under the couch was any indication.
That was, of course, the first place the serpentine man checked, lowering his face to the floor to have a look and flicking his tongue again, cringing a bit at all the dust gathered under there. "Dusty rabbits, but no small child."
He continued to glide across the room, following his tongue and any possible vibrations he might catch off the rodent boy. He paused no far from the couch, inspecting the array of game systems and the small bookcase full of the DVD-like cases for the game disks. A small smile slid across his features as he grabbed at one of the game cases on the bottom-most shelf that had been leaning against another case somewhat like a lean-to.
"Your mouse boy is here," he declared, pressing a clawed hand across the gap in the cases to prevent the young man from scurrying away again. "He is avoiding detention maybe?"
Posted by Aleksandr on Mar 2, 2011 19:06:11 GMT -6
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It was a crisp, clear day outside, still in the chilly early moths of the year. While the sun could shine down bright and strong, it did little to alleviate the chill that even a slight breeze could cause. Still, it was pretty outside on the occasion that icicles still hung from rooftops and snow fell and sat waiting to melt should an unusually warm day come and go. The early morning birds were starting to sing again, slowly. It was generally lovely weather for a chilly walk to get some fresh air, should one choose to do so.
Aleksandr hated it.
Ever since Fall had dissolved into winter he'd largely been stuck inside, wanting very much to avoid venturing out into the chilly air and, heaven forbid, the snow. There were few feelings worse than snow and ice passing under one's scales and the cold water caused by any meltage slithering its way between those scales and causing a deep chill. It also didn't help that he was largely unable to wear clothing to help protect himself from this weather.
Sometimes it really sucked to be cold-blooded. He hated being cooped up inside, but he really couldn't spend any extended amount of time outdoors for fear of becoming too sluggish to make it back indoors. What if he ended up falling asleep out there and hibernating or something? He didn't really think most of the Mansion residents could haul his heavy body back inside where he could warm up and un-hibernate again. Though he'd never hibernated before, he wasn't in any rush to see if the cold could have that affect on him.
Or what if he took an unintended snooze out there and it ended up snowing? He'd end up as a giant snakecicle. He'd heard horror stories of kids dying in the winter and not being found until the snow melted in the spring. He didn't want to end up the same way. Freezing to death was a very real fear to him.
The thought of it sent a shiver down his exquisitely long spine. No, save for a few very short visits outdoors to keep himself from going crazy, he'd stay inside, but he wouldn't be happy about it. The Mansion seemed to shrink almost every day. He must have visited every room several times already, save for the bedrooms and any other room it would be rude to invade or that he was locked out of.
For the time being he had grudgingly retired to the Living Room and curled up on the floor in a grump, setting himself in front of the fireplace to soak up the heat it had to offer. He had little interest in television or video games at the moment and simply settled for being a big, scaly lump of a grouch, folding his arms over one of his coils and dropping his chin onto them, giving a huff as he settled in. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to fall asleep and take a little fireside nap. If his thoughts would stop bouncing around in his head and his cabin fever would subside long enough to allow it.
Posted by Aleksandr on Feb 2, 2011 22:36:05 GMT -6
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We don't have to brawl at all if you'd rather not. I'm can just as easily work with a natural sense of unease around him. There doesn't have to be a fight, just a kind of gut feeling that they should be on edge around each other, maybe just a little bit of aggression in the way they speak and move, like they make each other cranky.
Heh, a hostage situation would be interesting, but I'm not quite sure how they'd get into that one.
We could just as easily have some sort of run-in at the Mansion or out in the city somewhere. I'm terrible at keeping up with people, so I don't really know what Mongoose is typically up to.
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 28, 2010 10:46:52 GMT -6
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"You are very welcome," he replied, taking much pleasure in the reactions he was gaining from his little compliments here and there. Aleksandr always had enjoyed making the ladies blush and giggle when he spoke to them. As much as he flattered them, it was also flattering to himself when he gained such responses, and her very much enjoyed being flattered.
So, the young green woman wasn't entirely Greek, if her father was American, how interesting. Momentarily he wondered what had drawn her father to move to Greece and remain there. He was also suddenly a little envious that he had not grown up to be bilingual, though before coming to the US it had never really bothered him. Perhaps living amongst Americans would help him the same way her father had helped her in grasping the language. Though it would still be quite a struggle.
"Is lovely age to be," he commented as she revealed that little tidbit of information. And here he thought women never disclosed their age. It was somewhat refreshing. "I think mutation is settled for me as well. Have been no more additions since last set of changes."
He gave a small, understanding nod as she explained her reasons for coming to New York. It certainly seemed like it would be a good place to head for help or understanding, especially since there was an entire school dedicated solely to their kind. "My family did not understand mutation, either. Was increasing distance between them and me. I thought was best that I leave after some time in addition to Registration scare. Was safer and not so stressful for them that way."
He had forgotten that not every place had heard of or experienced a scare due to America's Registration, though he had been living with it for a few years, so the thought seemed strange to him. It had been such big news. "Registration was essentially concentration camp for mutants. At least, mutants considered to be dangerous were put in camps. Others were registered in some system so authorities could keep track of them. Was very scary to think of such things in Russia. Were many rallies and marches from mutants, and some humans to prevent such things. Thankfully, Registration in America backfired and broke down before Russia could follow example, and scare died down."
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 20, 2010 19:11:00 GMT -6
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The reptilian mutant hadn't thought it was possible for the young woman to turn any darker, but somehow she managed it, now appearing to be more brown in color than the lovely green she'd previously been. Not that the darker hue was an unattractive color, it just seemed to lack something that the green had. "Do not be so bashful, Miss Andrea. I am sure you are not lacking in such things. And you are quite lovely even without leggings. Such dress is flattering for you," he complimented, hoping to ease some of her shyness. She wouldn't likely be able to fully enjoy the evening if she was busy worrying about the length of her outfit.
One brow arched curiously as the young woman flashed a set of pointed teeth. Well, well, it seemed they did have something in common after all. "I understand such problems," he replied, showing off his own set of sharp teeth. It had been difficult learning to pronounce his own language again once his teeth had changed, nevermind English as well. "I then have hope that I may master English as you have. You speak it very well." He would have to listen more closely whenever he was caught in conversation with someone. Perhaps he could correct his own speech over time by listening to how they spoke.
"Was only few years ago that X-gene became active. It started at age nineteen, and I am twenty-three at this time. My eyes were first to change, then came scales. Teeth, facial structure, and tails all changed at same time. Was interesting trying to learn how to use new body, but I have the hang of it now."
It seemed like the conversation was beginning to fall into a more comfortable flow, which he hoped to keep up. The young woman seemed a little uptight and uncomfortable and he wanted to keep up any ease she felt. "If you hail from Greece, what is reason for coming to America? I come after hearing about Registration Act. There was scare of one in Russia, though it was avoided. There seemed to be many mutants in New York after and less tension with humans, so I think to travel here. Also, winters in Russia are very cold. My body does not handle cold very well now."
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 20, 2010 14:27:49 GMT -6
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Aleksandr's smile widened as the young woman offered a similar expression. Women were so much prettier when they smiled, and this one was certainly no exception, even if she did seem to be trying to hide behind her drinking glass. He found himself wishing he could more properly see her eyes. It was easier to judge how genuine an offered smile or whatever other expression was if the eyes could be seen. The most genuine of smiles often didn't stop with the mouth, but also reached a person's eyes and were often the most lovely to see.
To her explanation of her reluctance to remove the shoes, he gave a small, easy shrug. "I will not pester any more for such reasons," he promised. It wasn't exactly any of his business to start with, but he had been curious. "If you do not mind my forwardness, I will say your friend have good taste in clothing. The outfit looks very nice on you, Miss Andrea"
Absentmindedly he glanced down at himself and then back at the young woman, casually brushing a hand across his chest as if to free himself of some nonexistent dust or lint. "It has become freeing, da. Was difficult to get used to when mutation first started, but I have grown to enjoy it." He smiles again politely as she took his offered hand, careful to let hers slip away when she moved to do so.
"I have not met anyone with mutation from birth. Is very interesting. I have heard of such things, but they seem to be rare case." He did notice her shrinking a little again. She seemed to be a rather shy individual. He hoped he was not making her uncomfortable. Just in case he shrank down himself lust a little bit to cut his height down in an attempt to appear a little less intimidating.
"I hail from Russia. I immigrate to United States just recently and move into Mansion in late few weeks," he replied, suddenly very aware of his thick accent and improper patterns of speech. "You must forgive, my English is not so good. Is difficult language to learn."
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 19, 2010 22:50:16 GMT -6
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Aleksandr hadn't meant to startle the young woman, suddenly rethinking his approach as her head twisted this way and that before she figure out it was him that had spoken. Ah well, the damage was done, though it didn't seem to be too severe. Perhaps he could still salvage the meeting once the initial shock had worn off.
"Prasti*, I did not mean to startle," he offered, giving an apologetic smile as his tail coiled beneath him to avoid getting in anyone's way. Her color was quite lovely, especially up close, and he wasn't quite sure because of the shades, but her eyes looked as if they might be rather unusually colored as well from what he could see. She even changed hue as he spoke to her, her beautiful shade of green dulling into more of a brownish tint. Was that perhaps a blush? How cute.
"I am sure your friend would not mind if you remove them after some time. Your feet will be thankful. Would be terrible shame for such a lovely creature to injure herself," he continued, aiming to flatter the young lady. He always had liked complimenting women and seeing their reactions to it. They were such fun to speak with.
The sudden mention of his lack of clothing caught him a little off guard. People tended to be thrown off more because of his reptilian appearance than his nakedness. He was suddenly just a little self-conscious, though the feeling quickly passed. "No need for apology. Clothing is not so comfortable for me. Is also unnecessary. My mutation made sure for me to keep modestly," he explained, hoping to put her a little at ease once she realized that even though he was naked, he was still decent.
"Is a pleasure to meet you, Andrea. My name is Aleksandr," he greeted, offering his hand to her in an attempt to be polite. "You have very lovely skin color, if you do not mind my saying. Is part of your mutation, da*? Is only part of mutation?" __ *Sorry *Yes
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 19, 2010 21:56:33 GMT -6
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Aleksandr had remained largely on the outskirts of the Danger Room, observing the younger students and the residents that looked to be closer to his own age as they danced and mingled. Mercifully his tail had managed to avoid any serious damage, though it had caused one or two dance goers to trip and stumble if it happened to curve a little too widely toward the dance floor. Thankfully the individuals readily accepted his apologies, apparently having expected to trip at least once in the evening given their choice in shoes and the number of people around, some of them in rather long dresses.
It was in his observations that he spied a rather unusually colored young woman seeming to shy away from a young man with a pair of heels in his hand. He never had understood why women tortured themselves by putting on that fashion of shoe. Of course heels did make most women look quite lovely, but the end result of aching feet didn't quite seem worth it. And she certainly didn't look like she was up to those consequences.
It wasn't all that unusual for young women attending an even such as their dance to be reluctant to wear heels, but most of them ended up abandoning them under a table or against the wall before the evening was over, and as such he didn't think much of the actions between the two.
It wasn't until a short while later when he again spotted the uniquely-hued girl making her way over to the punch bowl, still looking rather uncomfortable, that he decided he'd like to more formally meet her.
Carefully he made his way to the table where the punch bowl as well as various foodstuffs were set up for the attending crowd, mostly keeping against the wall if at all possible. "Excuse me, Miss," he spoke, attempting to be heard over the music thumping out of the speakers, "but I am curious. Why wear heels if they give your feet pain? Such a lovely young woman should not be made so uncomfortable."
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 19, 2010 19:52:37 GMT -6
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Aleksandr turned to see who was addressing him as another voice spoke up over the noisy chittering of the raccoon girl. He'd been wondering how many other residents would be drawn to the kitchen by all the racket, though the numbers were surprisingly few thus far. "Dobriy vecher,*" he greeted, giving an amiable smile to the young man that had entered despite the rather unfriendly tone in his voice as he questioned the mess.
With an arched brow, the snake man turned to survey the damage once more, as if contemplating the young man's question. "There is no attempt to test patience," he replied, looking back to the other Mansion resident. If he remembered correctly, it was the man that was in charge of everything around the building, including the X-Men. He was also the one that had a mutation dealing with ice, if memory served right. Aleksandr hadn't been too keen on meeting the individual because of this. Cold and reptiles didn't go very well together.
"I find this lovely young lady raiding cabinets for midnight snack," he offered, attempting to give some kind of explanation as well as wriggle out of any blame that might have been laid upon him. But before he could continue to recap the situation for the ice manipulator, the raccoon lady bolted.
The snake man ducked a little as the furred body sailed over him and out into the hallway. Almost immediately he followed after her both in predatory excitement and curiosity. There was also the issue of trespassing. If the girl belonged in the Mansion, she wouldn't have bolted like she had when the well-known Mansion head addressed her.
He was, however, forced to skid to a top when two bodies obstructed his way, not wishing to barrel into them. With his weight, he'd likely damage them more than he'd damage himself in such a collision. He managed to stop in time, though his tail was a little tangled for it. The other animal mutant, however, seemed to have taken a wrong turn.
"I do not think it was meant for you to go so far down," he commented lightly as he peered down the stairs to the body crumpled at their base. He didn't follow her path. While he could travel up and down stairs, they were not the most comfortable surfaces to move his body across, and as such he tended to avoid them if possible. "Looks like our little miscreant has finally come to stop. I believe she was escaping from storm. We can perhaps allow her to stay until rain is gone?" __ *Good evening
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 18, 2010 16:53:13 GMT -6
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Aleksandr hadn't received such a violent reaction upon being seen in a very long time. The sudden outburst caught him a bit by surprise as the young woman screeched and squealed and screamed at him as she scrambled around, presumably for either an exit or someplace to hide. His posture became much less relaxed as the furred little body scrambled here and there.
His muscles tensed and his tail curled in tight beneath him in a natural preparation for either a fight or a quick getaway. From the looks of things, though, neither option would really be necessary. However, the erratic movements and the rather animal-like chittering, squealing sounds that were issuing from the odd individual were highly exciting.
From what he could see between the flashes of movement the frantic mutant was making, she appeared to be something similar to a Raccoon. At least, he hoped that was the correct animal. They weren't found in places like Russia, so he was a little vague on the details. In any case, it was something mammalian from the look and sound of her, and potentially edible to a carnivore like him.
Of course, he wouldn't make any attempts to eat her. If her frantic demands against such actions weren't enough, the Mansion had a strict rule against residents cannibalizing each other. What a shame. She certainly was stroking his predatory instincts just the right way. However, he could be perfectly civil and attempt to calm the young woman down. She might have a stroke or something otherwise.
"Please, please! No one is to be eating you! Please calm down!" he called, attempting to be heard over all the noise she was making as she scrambled around, still chittering, and finally came to rest atop a fan, shaking rather violently.
He left his tail curled as it was, though his upper body relaxed a little more. If he didn't stretch out too much, perhaps he could appear a little smaller and therefore less threatening. "You have made quite a mess. You are, perhaps, not living in Mansion?" he questioned, taking both her actions and appearance into account. Residents didn't just trash the kitchen for no reason. And the raccoon girl was soaking wet and somewhat dirty, meaning she had likely been outside before making her way to the kitchen.
"Please, you will come down from kitchen fan? I am not going to bite. You have my promise." He gave her a smile, hoping to encourage the action he was seeking. And perhaps a little more, "If you are calm, we may find more proper snack for you. We may even prepare something for a meal, instead of raw things from cabinets."
Posted by Aleksandr on Jul 17, 2010 18:19:17 GMT -6
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Aleksandr couldn't sleep. On top of all the noise the rain was making as it bounced off the various surfaces of the Mansion grounds, and the occasional booming of the thunder that grew more numerous as the storm got closer, the vibrations caused by such thunder were effectively tickling up and down the length of his body every few minutes. Without the necessity for or ability to sleep in a bed, he'd done away with such commodities and has made himself comfortable on the floor of the room he'd claimed.
While the plain rug that covered the floor did well enough to cushion his body and the blankets and pillows he'd piled on top of that added to the plushness, the vibrations still managed to penetrate the layers of soft fabric and run up his exceedingly long spine. It hadn't bothered him at first, but as the storm got closer and the crashing and booming had grown more violent, it had eventually roused him from his sleep end effectively kept him from slipping back into it.
After about a half hour of tossing, turning, and twisting around in his little nest without successfully dozing off again, he decided that he might as well run a few rounds through the Mansion's interior and maybe grab a little snack on the way.
Outside was off limits, not necessarily because of the rain, but because of the temperature. He quite enjoyed sitting out in the rain on a warm Spring or hot Summer day. It did wonders for cleaning and rejuvenating his lovely scales. However, at night the temperature of the rain tended to drop into uncomfortable levels.
Aiming to pass by the kitchen, where any potential snacks that might catch his interest would be, he was sidetracked by a rather unusual scent. Everything smelled wet, for the most part, especially since some kids left their room windows open to enjoy the nice weather and had dozed off before remembering to close them again, but there was something else drifting on the air.
Curiously he flicked his tongue in order to better catch the smell. Apparently the storm had managed to cut the power, further limiting the already dim lighting in the corridors. However, it did help to even further sharpen his sense of smell, since his sight had become so limited.
Something musky and distinctly animal-like, mixed with the smell of wet fur and dirt, and perhaps a faint hint of garbage. It was a rather repulsive scent, but at the same time there was also something very tantalizing about it.
Had some lucky animal managed to wriggle its way into the Mansion and out of the storm while security was momentarily compromised? What a lovely prospect. His mouth began to water at the thought. Maybe he'd find his snack after all. Maybe it could become a regular thing. He could, perhaps, become the Mansion's personal kind of pest control, however unglamorous a job it might be. At least he'd be well supplied with the occasional little treat.
He slowed his pace and lowered his upper body almost to the floor, moving as silently as he was able as he approached the kitchen where the sounds or rummaging were originating from. Peeking around the corner, he first scanned the floor before realizing that the sounds were coming from the cabinets higher up.
Much to his disappointment the source of the racket wasn't an intruding critter, but a noisy mutant. With a small sigh he straightened back up to his rather impressive height and slid a little further into the room. As far as he knew, he wasn't allowed to eat the other residents, no matter how tempting they smelled or how animalistic they appeared. For a moment he merely watched as foodstuffs crashed onto counters and the floor if the greedy individual didn't quite manage to get their hands on them to stuff them into their mouth or into numerous pockets.
And then with a bit of a crackle somewhere and an initially weak and then stronger flickering, any lights that had been left on blinked back to life, signaling the return of the Mansion's power. They must have had a backup generator somewhere in the building for situations such as these. And the occasions where portions of the Mansion got destroyed, which he'd learned about through both the news and a few residents.
"You will miss flavor if you swallow without chewing," he commented, hoping to catch the mutant's attention as his drifted back from the power outage, and hopefully cause her to pause in her rampage through the kitchen. "I do not think Mansion staff will appreciate such a mess."
