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.
Their wounds wouldn't seem as excessive from a view point from elsewhere, however, the teen's thrash was in more dire need of treatment due to the lesser capabilities of her physical healing abilities. Her mind grew to become vacant with dread as the severity of the situation became apparent. Larraine was in alarm over the fact that she authentically attempted to assist someone else and was successful in her attempt. Through a brief moment of conversation, she would contemplate whether it was truthfully worth it considering her current injury.
As an alternative turn of events, the fellow teenager thanked her attempts and thus, Larraine wasn't so frustrated with her careless behavior. "You're welcome," a delicate comment was spoken back to her as an instinctive response. "What are we meant to do now? We cannot stay outside whilst we're injured. We wouldn't exactly want to have frostbite too." The woman complained thoroughly, desperately applying tension to the wound that she had endured. The unknown stranger opting to make the fire however soothed her anxiety somewhat. At least she was aware of her surroundings staggeringly, the other girl was too.
Her expressionless facial structure would then alter as she moved over to the bandages that she had subconsciously dropped earlier, acquire them up and then begin to adjust them around her wound accordingly. It would be evident that throughout this process that she was in excessive pain. This wouldn't cease her from scurrying over to her newfound acquaintance with bleak eyes. "How about now? Are you going to allow for me to put the bandages on you now?" Her simplistic offering wasn't insulting in nature whatsoever, it was more so an exchange for her offering to start a fire prior to their conversation. Her companion's current physical state ironically distressed her, despite the fact that physically they appeared to be in a similar situation. "Neither of us are seemingly looking too hot right now," another ironic statement was commented in no correlation to the girl's powers. A transparent idea in her head was to call for assistance but unfortunately, there was no signal in the middle of the woods. As of right now, they were both stuck together; for better or for worse and especially in poorer health.
His complimentary personality was endearing, charming, even. However, her guard would continuously be present throughout their conversation together. "Thanks," Larraine meekly communicated. It was difficult for the teen to comprehend that someone, especially a stranger would have faith in her; even if it could be perceived as moderate due to his wording. This however would mostly go underappreciated because of the Frankenstein-esque bike they were occupied on together, simplistically adjusting and awaiting for the contraption to combust on the spot at any particular moment.
Surprisingly, the combustion of said bike didn't occur. Witnessing civilization pass without wary was comforting in a sense, especially for someone in a similar position to Larraine's. "Where'd you find this old lady?" The teen inquires about the bike dryly, pushing her curls back into position as they flew out of place from the manic wind. Momentarily, her dress did in fact shoot upwards, however thankfully the teen had common sense and adjusted it whilst being in a frantic state. This wouldn't stop her from blushing from head-to-toe but at least no one she knew personally saw; at least possibly for Erik. But then again, it was a possibility - as was their friendship.
Fortunately, their destination was upcoming on the right as Erik turned accordingly, allowing for the girl to soothe herself from embarrassment. How could somebody acknowledge an individual in their presence after going through that mental-torture? The sunlit beach in the corner of her eye decided otherwise; it instead decided for the girl to smile whilst in the company of her newfound stranger-friend, whatever. "Thanks," Larraine mimicked her speech from earlier before adding onto the sentence. "Thanks for the optimism. You have no idea how long I have been cooped away." Her presence and speech would be unnaturally intimate for her character and momentarily, a brief crack would be present in her voice. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" She then interrupts the tension by questioning if they're pursuing the correct lane or not. From her knowledge and perspective, it seemed as if they were going elsewhere.
Throughout their conversation, the teenager remains contradictory, rectifying her statement to fit in with the individual. "Considering my experience, either way, I'll manage to either harm another or myself. That's the reason that I do not care - I do care about hurting others." Her sentence was filled with insecurity, despair, revealing yet another side to her as a human being. Their surroundings of the confined patient-room recalled specific memories in her mind as she awaited for his response, allowing for him to comprehend her personally. "Depressive situations can be humorous if you're placed in them enough." An utterance was commented that indicated to her poor upbringing, as she ignored past thoughts, allowing for the fellow teenager to walk alongside her out of The Sanctuary.
To begin with, the helmet and goggle combo ruined her look. However, she adjusted them accordingly, squinting as the man revved up the bike. "Do you believe this senior citizen can make it?" Larraine chirped behind the hectic revving, seeming suspicious of whether the bike could function with the duo weighing down on the bike. "Wouldn't anyone be spooked riding a mechanical bull?" Her grasp tightened on the back of Erik's clothing as the man resumed revving and then began to drive, which caught the curly-haired teenager off-guard. The hectic-moving bike caused her to crunch her face momentarily, before allowing herself to collect herself emotionally throughout the frantic movement. "Maybe this isn't that terrible?" A rhetorical declaration was blurted out as she managed to eventually open each eye - beginning to chuckle to herself for no apparent reason as the bike pursued the gravel below them.
Vexation, sorrow, guilt. All of these feelings opted for her to allow the woman to arrest her, turning around with her hands pressed together. The fact that Larraine could be found guilty of misconduct due to harassment from others furthered resentment, despite her silence as the scene unfolded. "If anything, I could press charges against them. They seem to hold a great amount of hatred for mutants." Compton commented, disregarding the passing individuals staring in her direction. This predicament was a literal nightmare, although it was straightforward for both parties during the action.
"Other than being on house arrest, I have never been arrested before. If there's anything else that you need to know, I'm an honest person." The colourless teenager confesses as her cuffs were properly adjusted according to Amelia's action. Her statement seemed compulsory for her to remark as she followed Amelia's instructions. "What now? Do you bring me to the station? I'm not familiar with this entire being arrested situation." She simplistically questions, fearful of how the situation could continue onward, especially considering her current living arrangement.
Amelia Mellitus - (OOC: I'm willing for Larraine to be arrested and tracked by SUPER.)
With their short-lived knowledge of each other, an ultimate safety-route was apparent in the back of her mind before they abandoned the building. From an event that happened days prior, a restoration of faith was brought through the midst of her emotional pain, allowing her to gain confidence from defending herself and another bystander. “Your point is valid, however, I don’t have a family; nor do I particularly care anymore if I harm others subconsciously, at least not right now.” A clear, callous remark was downheartedly spoken through the younger female and unfortunately, the majority of her sentence enunciated legitimacy through her tone. Nevertheless, the end of his comment brought a minimal smile to her face.
When inquired, an unbalanced laugh was audible to the fellow-teenager, as her shoulders raised to disregard her prior statement. “It’s mandatory for ill-patients and besides, I thought it would be entertaining.” Eventually, as her laces were tied, the duo departed from The Sanctuary accordingly. Considering her isolation from the exterior of the building, the fresh-air that circulated her frame felt like an oddity. “I made an assumption that we were going to stroll there but considering that you supposedly own a vehicle, I wouldn’t mind being driven.” Toward the end of her pronouncement, an expected mischievous grin widened Larraine’s smile. “What do you personally feel like doing yourself?”
Contemplating whether or not to approach her, Larraine’s movement was stalled as the aftermath of the attack occurred in front of her bare eyes. Ultimately, her reaction to deny assistance, especially the bandage seemed thoughtless considering their situation. The atmosphere shifted swiftly as the teenager was still in shock from both the woman’s nature and the bear attack. Momentarily, she remains still as the gust of the wind directed her vision elsewhere, then furrowing her brows as she noted Julia’s fright.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” is the understatement of the century prior to the menacing animal approaching her with domestic maneuvers. In an instance to her warning, Larraine frets with an immediate leap to the ground, attempting to amend her attention being caught by the bear. Through this process, the bear swung in her direction, striking her across the arm. Fortunately, the wound caught her at an angle instead of gashing her severely.
Between the strike and sheer panic, an opportunity prevailed in the form of her abilities, as she subsidized distance from the beast. Her hand clutches, transferring affliction from rabies to the bear as it encountered Julia, increasing the content it had within the bear’s system and thus, causing its state into alarm. Among this transaction and Julia’s prior diversion of assaulting the bear, it eventually fled from the scene. Being an animal lover, a terminal grimace was shown across her face from both afflicting the bear and the excruciating injury itself.
Despite having endured the agonizing thrash, thankfully, her healing capabilities were supposedly apparent in another manner. The bleeding had discontinued, however, the puncture was visible and required a lengthened period to heal. Her disjointed clothing benefited her as she peeled her sleeve apart, sheathing it around the injury. During the onslaught, the bandage that she had assembled from her purse went missing through the daunting scuffle. Due to their injuries, Julia and Larraine now had to promptly exert together through their current condition. She restrained her fear from appearing, applying pressure to the abrasion as they sat on the ground in dismay.
An acknowledgement of their formal meeting relieved potential tension, then causing for her to raise an eyebrow as he pushed for further information about her abilities. “As of right now, I wouldn’t need a hazmat suit.” The simplistic explanation revealed minor annoyance in her tone, despite their previous standard conversation. “I don’t want to be seen differently from others, and that includes being seen in a hazmat suit.” Her mind prolonged in thought temporarily, recalling several events of isolation from outsiders, providing her with the nostalgia of desolation.
To subside her exasperation, Larraine’s demand was instructed, causing the teenager to face the wall to de-stress whilst implementing her makeup and to respectively dress herself. The atmosphere was comical, to say the least and thus, it produced several silenced cackles from the female as she observed the outsider who peered at the monotonously dull walls. "Perhaps I should have allowed you to turn before I applied makeup?" The unforeseen occurrence made her offer Erik an apologetic glance, before shifting the sentiment as he rotated his frame.
With a prepared turn, Erik’s prompt movement left a grin on the girl’s face before answering his question with an inexpressive nod. “You're radiant in your own way too, but we'll both be especially radiant as we witness this gown burn in a hellish fire.” Larraine stated satirically, then tossing him the unsightly-gown. Additionally to her hurried motion, she began tying her shoe-laces accordingly and repressing a smile that upheld itself on her face as she is reminded of visual representations of prepossessing pizza in her mind. “I prefer the extra-fattening, greasy kind. But then again, who doesn’t? Other than vegans or people with decent diets, that is.” She then shrugs, grinning as she passes the individual with a distinctive step, gesturing for him to trail behind her.
An astonishing lack of discernment or perhaps warmth was notable through his choice of descriptive-words. His chuckles were shadowed by a simplistic smile, despite the conflict to deny that the individual brought a virtuous and positive atmosphere into the room with him. “Larraine,” an established of proper introduction was comprised between the duo. A further bestowed blush arise to her cheeks as the teenager complimented her, an unknown and dense sentiment settled in her stomach as she disregarded it wholly.
His relation in experiences resolved her embarrassment as their conversation extended. Her brows scowled together in response to his capabilities, predominantly from curiosity and comprehension of his presence nearby her without becoming harmed. “They’re irregular with timing, I cannot choose when I ingest a disease frequently, but that doesn't mean that I cannot consume a disease at will. As for healing, I do not have to consciously make an effort. I can have multiple diseases being healed in my system at once and I wouldn’t necessarily be at harm.” An explanation is offered to the young man, however, it would seem that the full extent to her capabilities wouldn't be clarified.
The disclosure of relative information would subsequently be concluded as she strolled to the location of her purse, revealing a pair of heeled-boots, alongside a coal-black dress. “Can you face the wall?” A rhetorical demand is conversed between the pair, although it initially was meant to be a question. “To begin with, I don’t become overwhelmed easily,” Larraine informs him precisely as she began dress herself thoroughly. “I also wouldn’t mind that. Perhaps we could go to the beach? There’s frequently something deranged happening in that area, I thought that could be interesting to witness.” A sizzled, unusual laugh resonated from the woman, kindling for her to cringe.
Through this interaction, Erik would have been enforced to peer at the wall for an extended period of time. Her hands then patted down her elegant dress consolingly, ultimately allowing him to turn eventually. “You’re allowed to turn now,” an uninhibited order was spoken in the least obnoxious way manageable. Dumbfoundingly, the indisposed female now appeared to be healthy, with a face to the brim of structured makeup; including an elegant demeanor, excluding her torn boots. “Whatever the plan is, I wouldn't mind food being delivered, especially pizza. Nor would I particularly mind burning that ugly hospital-gown." Her tone enunciated an irksome nature as she glared at the dressing gown that was provided by The Sanctuary, sustained visually with a sigh.
The vulgarity in her speech would lack the necessity of its intimidation. There were two practical replies that could apply to her question, however, Larraine would decide to go with the latter. “Someone who heard your screams,” Larraine answers. “That’s the reason I’m here, I directed the bear elsewhere. That’s why they’re not attacking you right now.” Her practical comment was feasible, even to someone with limited awareness of her surroundings, such as the injured-teenager.
For all resourceful purposes, a resonant rummaging would appear as her hand searched for basic essentials during this situation; bandages, e.g. “You have two options, either you allow for me to bandage you or you can do it yourself.” A casual statement was addressed to Julia with concerned and yet unfeeling facial expressions. It was clear from her words that the female was skeptical of the mutant’s reactions, specifically as she attempted to aid her from her excessive injury.
A breeze swept against her textured-hair, prompting for the young woman to move her hair away from her sight. “We should call an ambulance. I would but unfortunately, I don't own a phone.” She suggests, a signal or expression that the woman was authentically attempting to support her, opposed to placing her in danger; moving moderately closer to the female. A various of inconsistent thoughts progressed in her mind, which predominantly concentrated on how to aid and remain guarded near the offcomer.
A noiseless, tranquil resting position soothed her physical and mental state as she meditated near the outskirts of The Adirondack Mountains. The environment was garden-fresh, with a crisp scent and most importantly, sun rays that were beaming onto the young female which in exchange caused her to release endorphins. The atmosphere went undisturbed until a wail, supposedly from a female, could be heard in the distance as an indicator that they were in need of assistance.
The desperation that the unknown individual bellowed overwrought her moral compass, as her frame remained in an identical posture from beforehand. However, her movement then altered, her feet accelerating in the direction that the gruesome noise originated from. An additional sense of determination lingered in herself as she witnessed the initial increase of the mutant’s abilities and the ordeal occur, then beginning to generate a clamorous noise with bottles that she attained from her purse and thus, coordinating the bear to move elsewhere.
Furthermore, Larraine examined the impaired individual from beyond the treeline, investigating their characteristics from facial expressions and exasperation of their swearing. Their first interaction would be unpleasant for the youthful female either way, meaning that in that instance she allowed for her presence to be known. “They're gone now, the bear, I mean. You're not too badly injured, correct? I.. I observed the entire tribulation unfold." Her vocalization soothed the inauspicious situation, being thoroughly direct and authentic with the fellow-mutant. It would be evident that she would however not be aware of the full-extent of the injury that occurred.
Unfortunately, their brief normalized conversation would abruptly halt as Larraine’s mouth agape, ingesting the early contamination of rabies that was infested into Julia’s system through the bear attack. Julia’s mouth would agape too through this process as the early onset of rabies was transferred. She then stood in a similar position, bewildered, awaiting for backlash from the female.
The facade she withstood with masked her skepticism. At this given moment, a sense of foreboding was communicated through her explanation. “I’m able to cure individuals from diseases, I’m able to release their pain. But as an exchange, I have to deal with the pain myself and I can often subconsciously project the disease elsewhere, and I can do it purposefully too.” Her response was spoken with the fear of being reprimanded, or misunderstood. That concern would soon fathom to exist as the topic adjusted. Afterwards, humiliation transparently stemmed from her prior statement, her glare maintained on the exterior nature beyond The Sanctuary.
A yearning for uncommon food for the female was brought on by Erik’s ramblings, predominantly when oversweet dessert-esque food was conducted into the midst of the conversation. “I’ll assume that your abilities are to cause hunger by using descriptive words.” The affirmation was matter-of-fact and amusingly wry. “Perhaps,” an instinctive choice of wording acknowledgement the seemingly kind-individual.
Larraine sarcastically tut-tuts at the on-goings of the gag. “Erik? I imagined you more as a Tom but it’ll do.” She pursued her mouth in a self-satisfied smirk. Eventually, an answer to his offering occurred; a simplistic nod was gestured beforehand. “I wouldn’t mind going somewhere else for fresh air. Could it be an open-area location, though?” The hurrying conversation perturbed her, especially considering how trustworthy and sincere the person appeared to be. The expertise of her poker-face potentially could cause him to be oblivious to her suspicion.
As his frame moved closer in her vicinity, Larraine flushed at the sudden movement. This was primarily due to her limited contact with existing humans and especially because of her restricted contact with males in her age-group. In attempt to disregard her absence of pessimistic convictions, she answered his rhetorical question. “It’s common knowledge that mutants with more physical attributes are stigmatized against. I don’t believe that’ll change too drastically, especially for extremists, as it’s normal for humans to initially judge others despite our social-conditioning. Non-mutants and mutants alike are going to be more so accepting of each other in due time, I believe. We simply need to focus on the savior aspects of ourselves instead of the boogeyman aspects.” The statement articulated an optimistic approach to her beliefs, opposed to her common despairing reaction to events transpiring; then grimacing.
Accordingly to his entrance, the interrupting resonance forthcoming from the television ceased, as the teenager switched the electronic device off to express courtesy. “Isn’t that ironic?” A melancholy tone was communicated through her voice and then momentarily, an evident silence breezed throughout the room. “You volunteer? There’s a few times when I’m able to volunteer too; considering on how unhinged and maniac my abilities decide to be.” Her appearance seemed to be peculiarly healthy, despite the rumors stimulating of her capabilities, specifically on how they can affect others physically.
As his presence remained in the room, an ease was lifted from her shoulders and thus, the projection of her abilities lessened excessively. “Aren’t you worried about my abilities?” Her communication was conveyed in an apprehensive manner. “I wouldn’t mind your company, nor would I mind you smuggling highly saturated food indoors that isn’t strictly GMO-free. I am concerned about my abilities, that’s all. I wouldn’t want to harm someone as seemingly kind as yourself.” The blanket was shoved aside as the teenager’s hospital-gown was displayed. Subsequently, a coincidental smile expanded itself on her face to disguise the unobservant markings across her arm.
Afterwards, an abrupt cough then demonstrated itself, suspending the teenager’s smile. “Perhaps I need fresh air,” a suggestion was then introduced to the situation. She then rotated herself on the bedding, staggering to the window for fresh air, longing to be near the essence of the alluring aspects of the planet, opposed to alleyways and confinement. “What’s your name?” An introduction was overdue as the female temporarily made eye-contact with the fellow-mutant. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed with normal abilities, although they’re not normal to begin with. If I had psychic abilities, I would guess that you’re named Tom. You’re not named Tom, right?” Larraine sarcastically jests with the foreigner before his initial answer, grinning, duplicating his shrug from earlier.
An ambiguous, delicate-appearing female sat in the midst of the secured bedding. Her eyes were unfilled; unfeeling. The television's static in the background set the atmosphere, as the heated room kept her from further wasting away. As she remained within the bedding, a thought came to her mind; a thought of familiarity. This demonstrated that the welcoming-nature of The Sanctuary had lifted her spirits and overall, raised her mental and physical state to improve. Could a feeling, a sense, even withhold enough capacity for her to balance her powers? Could it assist her with not harming others?
Isolated incidents had brought her to this position and ironically, to isolation itself. A frequent reminiscence struggled in her memory, a recalling of her younger sibling, whom she hadn't seen in years. Her fingers pricked against each other in a fretting motion as her mind boggled at the recalling; breeze sliding the curtains apart and thus, keeping the girl's temperature lukewarm on the balmy day. Instantaneously, she collected her thoughts, swapping throughout stations to find a source of entertainment to manage the nuisance of her longing. The switching of channels halted as a cheerful animated character presented itself across the screen and accordingly, Larraine's attention had been caught; albeit briefly.
An affliction brought her attention elsewhere as her sleeve was pulled backwards, revealing boils and several other visible impurities. Temporarily, her glance intently stared downward to the contaminant; deciding to be ashamed accustomed bodily functions. Abnormal, revolting, unusual; these were words fixated in her conscious. Her sleeve was promptly rolled downwards, hiding her abnormalities and in return, causing her to feel comfortable once again. The confinement around her kept others guarded, away from the toxicity of her capabilities.
During her pondering, a screech occurred as her room was unlatched and correspondingly, the teenager then gazed at the unfamiliar individual. Initially, an uncomfortable smile was present across her face as she greeted the person whom entered her vicinity. "Can I help you?" Larraine inquiries, as the television's commentary resonated in the background. She presumed that the fellow-teenager may have conceivably entered the room or had suspicious intentions, however, she would await for his response. "Did someone send you here?" Another question pursued but considering a stranger had invaded her privacy, it was valid, especially coming from the dubious-mutant. Her intuition progressed alongside the visible-aura surrounding her, causing her to uncommonly feel more so content whilst in the presence of the stranger.
“Not really,” a realistic response caused for her demeanor to seem more authentic. She then reached for Amelia’s hand, allowing for her to assist her from numbing, unpleasant floor of the street corner. As the younger woman was brought upwards, they made eye-contact briefly, and that caught the imitation she was portraying off-guard.
Subsequently, due to Amelia’s cunning-nature, Larraine’s initial reaction was to spill all of the information at once. However, she stood her ground without notifying Amelia of her current disposition. Her demeanor then shifted as her expression grew to become more serious.
“Congratulations, I’m the person you’re after.” Her praise was vague and short-lived as the woman admitted defeat. “That man continuously taunted us and a moment ago, a few of his goons tried injuring me and another mutant on the train. All because I wanted him to stop harassing me.” The comment was a matter of fact and thus, her alter-ego was now non-existent. The capabilities that the younger woman possessed, however, weren’t non-existent.
“They’re most likely still down there,” an extenuation of communication was crafted with frustration and despair. Her current composure was alarming, as her life-less coloured skin managed to become even more so plain-appearing. The veins visibly spreading across her face offered an additional further description of Larraine, as the female was detached from something that all individuals should have access to; health.
An inadequate progression occurred as her head spun, causing her to catch herself on a rail beside their current position. She sighs, staring to the officer with an indisposed appearance. “Can you arrest me now?” Oddly, an eagerness was present within her voice as she questioned the woman as she awaited for their response.
“You’re telling me,” Larraine remarked in response to Lee’s statement about the acceptance of mutants. She then heeded the elder’s words, listening to her attentively, allowing their conversation extend. As this occurred, the contagion that swarmed within the depths of her body went into the final stage of its healing process.
“I believe that there’s hope for everyone.” A surprising, cut-short sentence is communicated to the woman, as the teenager smiled gently. “Even me, although I choose to disagree most of the time. It’s just irritating, that’s all - being looked down by the normies.” A continuation of expression is then pronounced from the young lady, as her eyes goggled toward the emptiness of her reflection in the glass of the window to her side.
A silence is established after Lee advised the girl about her overall concept of ‘misguided love.’ Throughout her statement, her head bobbed in an attentive manner, as she wouldn’t want to interrupt her. A thankful expression is then formed on her face as the woman finished her sentence. “You’re more experienced than I am in the love department. I wouldn’t doubt your knowledge.” She comments, smirking.
Momentarily, Larraine reflects on Lee’s next offer. “I wouldn’t necessarily reject help. I’m not exactly in the position to do that.” She replies boldly, with an emotive expression on her face as she moved side-wards, applying pressure to her feet as she went to stand from the bed. “Would you help me?” Her question had undertones of curiosity, suspicion and trust. Considering her current situation, that was to be expected regardless of her prior statement.
She then properly stood for the first time during their conversation, seemingly rehabilitated from her prior indispositions. She adds onto her previous question, “All I need is guidance away from the streets, and I want to be able to control my abilities.” Her words asserted a blunt desperation into the atmosphere, which forced Larraine to make eye contact with Lee to ease the importance of the utterance.
