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.
As the bus continued halted, her tense demeanor lessened, surprisingly. Outside the doors, nobody seemingly harmful would appear - at least not for the female. She sighed in relief as the train continued trailing. It could only cause her to ponder about their next destination in the meantime. “Again, thank you.” Larraine simply stated. “I don’t want to be entitled to help - whoever they were, maybe they’re not even following me anymore.” She speculates, regretting being perhaps too touchy with him earlier, straightening her body posture. It came across as creepier than expected - Larraine understood boundaries, however, the fact that such an individualistic person was sitting beside her intrigued the younger woman.
His willingness to protect her shocked her to her core. This however, wouldn’t be evident. It would seem as if she was in thought, as usual. “For a stranger, you’re very kind - trusting. I would have walked away if I were in your.. shoes.”She stared towards her knight in shining armor's feet, pondering about his rhetorical or factual shoes - it all depended on whether if he was wearing shoes. Either way, she would still run away from herself in theory.
Her explanation of her mutation wasn’t the brightest description. It was to be expected considering how nerve-wrecking of a situation she had been placed into prior to getting onto the train. “Sorry for acting weird earlier." She says, discarding her sentence prior to apologizing. Shortly afterwards, Larraine scavenged throughout her bag, sliding a piece of chewing gum in the direction of the abnormal human. “Want a piece?” She inquired, showing gratitude towards her unexpected white-knight, of course.
It occurred to Larraine that as they were both stuck together, even albeit briefly, that she should formally introduce herself. “Larraine.” She said, easing up around the scaled-pedestrian. “I don’t often communicate with others - that’s why when I do, I sound like I may perhaps have a few extra chromosomes.” Her hands moved in order as she spoke, with a gentle expression across her face. She often found that self-depreciating humor set the atmosphere and allowed discussion to be born, even so if that happened to be a prolonged, boring discussion about her feelings or through simple laughter.
“And if you’re wondering how I got into this situation,” she paused. “It’s a long, long story.” She continued her sentence, bowing her head downwards, ashamed of her prior actions. It wasn’t every day that you would have to defend yourself against an individual, nor was it common for an individual to possess the abilities that female has. Soon enough, the prior diseases that left her body after transferring chronic pain to the individuals that were a potential threat to her earlier began re-entering the teen’s body. “Don’t ask,” is all she could muster to say after the awkward situation ceased. It wouldn't even be completely oblivious to a blind individual that her powers caused her to be embarrassed beyond belief.
Her perception peered towards the supposed jumper jack. His appearance however, was to the least of her importance given the circumstance. She scanned his lips, reading his words, or at least was attempting to offer the man the benefit of the doubt. From most perspectives, it would be noticeable that Larraine was dressed unusually for a woman her age. The peculiar outfit was tied together with a worn-out hoodie that was an attempt to rogue her identity.
“This isn’t the weirdest confessional I have partaken in before,” Larraine implied addiction issues hidden behind try-hard comical words. Him explaining his abilities caught her attention. All together, his ability may be the answer to her prayers; meaning during this specific interaction, Larraine tried to spring out charismatic energy, instead of tormenting the poor sap with her negative energy.
“I absorb diseases from other people, heal them and then have to deal with the aftermath myself. Basically, I’m an indigo child, except I’m not in touch with my feelings whatsoever and it’s more so physical.” Her droll words escaped her lips, a deadpan expression across her face as she leaned against her hand, her elbow resting into the arm of the chair. “I’m not that much of an indigo child, I’ll admit.” Despite her concealing her agony, her facial expression showered with thoughts - and a brittle smile.
Consequently, his eye contact caused her to turn her head in the other direction. The girl’s facial expressions lit up with a depressive frustration, answering the question that he had asked prior. “My body can basically heal against most diseases.” Larraine huffed out her words. “We’re not entirely different in terms of abilities. But I can still feel the pain, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.. I guess.” She eyed the male, appreciative of his gentle demeanor. Her growth to trust individuals had skyrocketed, however, random acts of kindness could be as deceiving as the next.
“Larraine,” a reply slithered from her afterwards, wanting to be polite. Despite her answering him, it would be clear that she was distant from the conversation, staring in the other direction. As her mind isolated, the less than unpleasant aura continuously spread; causing individuals around them to begin to experience symptoms. She was known to be the most common root of the issue, ‘the problem’, producing pain to others wouldn’t affect the younger female as much as it once had beforehand - at least not mentally, or so she would assume.
“Maybe it’s best that I stay on the streets - I don’t know if this was the best idea,” Larraine began regretting her decision, her mood swinging to nearly the same amount of herself through the doors in her imagination. Ultimately, this reasoning was her most common reasoning, she wouldn’t want to inflict pain onto others. “It’s a ‘wait it out’ situation either way, it always has been that way. That’s all I ever do; wait.” She complained, projecting her issues outwards, then disciplining herself to be quiet as she soberly remained seated. Her thoughts, speech and actions couldn’t coexist with each other. Her brain felt the utmost wired; unable to concentrate as the diseases stirred within her.
She contemplated, attentively listening to her intuition. This was considered to be a 'new beginning' of sorts, despite processing the undeniable truth that her powers could be halted in the process. However, in this case, she wouldn't mind that happening due to the burden that her abilities had became. That's why her unexpected arrival to the facility had occurred.
“Great,” Larraine groaned in a stereotypical tone. She pulled her hood up, passing the bystanders. They shouldn’t interest her in the slightest. She honestly couldn’t even begin to comprehend proposing a discussion with the individuals. Her irritation was both caused by the physical pain she happened to be enduring and her desperation. Regardless of this, she entered throughout The Sanctuary, aiming to require assistance or an individual to monitor her.
She could feel it bubbling within her; trepidation. Her entire bodily system was fatigued as she furthered her movement, searching around her surroundings and perhaps towards the light at the end of the tunnel; emotionally. Her physical attributes appeared to be a blank slate, unnoticeable. However, her pain would be noticeable to the common eye, as the sores that were inflicted across her body weren't oblivious to anyone who didn't have a medical degree.
Her body began releasing toxins, projecting an aura, inducing severe delirium and discomfort to any individuals that came in close contact with her. She leisurely roamed towards a chair, and then proceeded to sit down. She remains calm, but distinctly tormented beyond belief. Her eyes gleamed with despair, awaiting for assistance. It was indifferent for the female to accept aid. She would however understand the prolonged health risks that could occur, and she simply wasn’t willing to deal with the consequences because another person passed onto her the illnesses she is currently suffering from.
During this specific brooding session, Larraine couldn’t help but admire her surroundings. It definitely was an established building; definitely the classiest homeless shelter that she had waddled into, that’s for sure. The golden doors specifically glistened a prosperous attitude. It was humbling to realize that mutant healthcare was being spent an object so riveting to the eye. Realization of the luxurious building snapped her back into reality, immaturely blurting out words for somebody to pay attention to her depleted-self.
“Can someone help me out already, please?” Larraine began dislocating from her surroundings; reflecting, specifically aiming to focus on positive thoughts as her entire body churned. “Happy thoughts,” she lectured herself in a hushed tone, then beginning to smile as a particular memory lodged itself in between more so in-depth memories. Shortly afterwards, an audible voice tried conversing with her, as her eyes opened to goggle to the individual. “Not to scare you or anything but I would stand back if I were you. My powers are.. projecting.” Her words were straight-to-the-point and simplified as she wouldn’t want to discuss her abilities in detail, nor would she want to have another discussion about herself only for the individual to not truly empathize with her.
"No, I have nowhere to stay." Her answer was filled with insecurity. It would be clear that Larraine wouldn't want to answer this question, especially considering the fact they were barely acquaintances. She would soon change the subject altogether. "They're not necessarily small actions - at least not to us," she paused briefly. "They simply don't want to change because they're ignorant. They're unable to see that there is something to change due to them not being experienced, I guess." Her insecurity was enhanced by her current appearance. It is the genuine truth that Larraine kept her appearance to the best of her capabilities, but being a homeless youth had it's disadvantages. She simply would prefer to spark up a conversation in the street opposed to homeless shelters - they were decent in most cases, however, Larraine had less than pleasure experiences in these 'shelters' causing her to be biased.
"Do you have somewhere to stay yourself?" She asked him a similar question, a know-it-all grin rising across her face. It was an obnoxious grin, immature even for her. This was clearly a source of entertainment for a girl. "You have most likely already assumed that I'm homeless," Larraine bluntly stated as her expression changed, becoming more genuine as she instinctively shrugged, as if her feelings weren't important. "At least I have the street rats as my friends." She mumbled, forcing herself to make light of her situation.
"Another stranger on the street." Larraine responded. "That's basically all I am." She witnessed his eyes flare, fascinated by them. "Those laws are horrible, especially for those who aren't able to hide their abilities - I have been in that situation before, hence why I'm on the street. I wasn't serious about you using your powers, I thought you could all use some enthusiasm, that's all." Her words would be mumbled behind the blanket she had wrapped around her entire body.
"Maybe you could try interacting with people? I know a few individuals who protest for mutant rights themselves, a friend named Celestina. You're not alone in this battle. But it seems that as of right now, you're not getting anybody's attention." Then, she scanned the area surrounding them, glaring downwards to her watch, anticipating to meet someone near their location shortly; however, she wouldn't mind communicating about the protest until then, as she would do anything to fill the void of time. Her eyes specifically directed towards a more sizable group of people near a coffee shop. "You could move to another place to protest, gain more supporters and then come back to this spot. People passing this area aren't really interested in protests, as much as that sucks. Sorry for the advise, I know that you're more than capable - but as a fellow mutant, I know how frustrating it can be to seemingly have little to no support."
Larraine's bewildered state would be brought on by cheering, protesting - happening whilst she slumbered on a bench. She wouldn't have the opportunities that others had, but she herself wasn't much for protesting; it did catch her interest, however, as she walked over to the protesters with a familiar smile.
"You seem to be lacking the spirit," she stated to the protesters. "What are you protesting for in particular? Don't we have most rights? More than some do, anyway.." She curiously questioned one person, in particular, a man holding up a poster which reads 'mutant rights now'. In her mind, Larraine knew the reason she was questioning his motive, to have both more of an understanding and to perhaps make a point.
"If you want to gain more attention to your protest," Larraine began to try to influence the other mutants, pausing briefly. "Maybe you should try using your powers to gain attention; that's just an idea, though." Influencing mutants to consider their circumstances wasn't particularly a strong suit for the female, especially considering her age and current status in her living environment. The judgement of others had ruined her chances once before and due to that, Larraine wouldn't mind hearing the dispute of the harm that has been caused by the frantic, judgmental human species. Not all of them were terrible, after all, but the root of her judgement caused her values and opinions to come across as hypocritical in the moment without realizing the outcome of her actions and words.
Larraine was content with the atmosphere, with her company - despite it being probable that the day may end with her life in shambles, and her covering herself with newspaper as rain poured down onto her; she was elevated over both Celestina's words and the possibility of her entering a new chapter within her life. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too many individuals similar to the man they encountered earlier along the way.
Celestina's contact with her soothed her being, although she often didn't receive comfort or any sort; just bypassers offering her sympathy that wasn't needed to her. As similar as they were, after several instances of failure, Larraine doubted whether she would truly be accepted into society once again. "All I have ever tried to do is embrace my abilities," she sighed. "It's nearly hopeless at this point. I cannot always control my powers, sometimes they're more dangerous than I have shown you - I can accidentally hurt people by even being near them."
She laughs, "There's a first for everything - using your powers to harm a guy in a coffee shop. That's definitely a first. At least for me, anyway." It evidently was detected that Larraine didn't mind the joke whatsoever, she seemed to be calmer the further they distanced themselves away from the coffee shop. Maybe it was due to the fact that Larraine was too focused on slurping down the drink and listening to Celestina's words to react negatively in the moment.
She felt apologetic that Celestina had to bare with her, listening to her as she spoke before apologizing. "Sorry." Larraine said. "Sorry for telling you all of my baggage from the start." She paused, drinking mouthfuls of the coffee that she had ordered earlier. "But thank you, thank you for caring - maybe we could check it out, together." She smiled as they arrived outside the library, allowing Celestina to enter as she finished her drink.
"That's because we made them believe so, besides, his immaturity is nearly unbelievable. Who reacts that way over a cup of coffee?" Larraine's instincts to trust this woman made her seem more compassionate than usual, especially for the ordinarily pessimistic acting teenager. She glanced in the direction of Celestina, listening to her words in gratitude. "Radiation? I suppose we both have powers that are hard to control.. I would give anything to have a normal life. But there's always hope for us, right?" She wouldn't believe her words, she would simply say them to create an illusion, a fake representation of herself; someone who she once longed to be.
They wanted toward the library, going through short-cuts, as she wouldn't want anger to be expressed towards her; especially towards someone who is a 'bigot', or at least that is how Celestina described them. Larraine thought of them as human. "I'm your new favourite librarian volunteer, huh? ..I have never been described as anybody's favourite anything." She blushes with a grim smile on her face, staring ahead, arriving closer to the library with each turn; with Celestina's explanation of how she once harmed students in her class without meaning to, caused flashbacks in her mind as she once had been in the same position. "I guess we're more similar than I once thought." She sighed.
At first, Larraine hadn't realized her question, but after snapping out of her daze she would shortly respond to it. "I have heard about it once before," Larraine spoke in an unsure manner. "I thought about joining, and perhaps I still want to.. But I don't even know how to join, or if they would accept me." She gushed with insecurity, pondering about the possibilities that she would harm another person, a friend - accidentally as she has done so before. "I'm getting older by the second, and I feel as if my chances are slowly being ruined by my surroundings; there's so much that I want to do, but there's so little time." Larraine moped, bringing herself from her pessismistic thoughts to stare towards Celestina. "Maybe I should try? I don't know.."
A lack of or tense demeanor was ridden within the female, her mind was occupied with a serpent of thoughts. "Perhaps," Larraine responded, nervous laughter erupting from her lips; as colds and illnesses had done several times beforehand. She made eye contact with him briefly, offering him a thankful smile in return. It was unknown to the man in this given moment what the thankful smile was for.
Before accepting the kleenex, her hand glided over his, touching his scaled hands; intrigued, then blowing her nose into the tissue. The symptoms of the cold that he previously possessed passed throughout the female, however, it would take moments to do so. "Aren't you a proper gentleman? Thank you." Larraine's voice croaked unsteadily. "I wouldn't say I ate your cold, I would say that I.. cured you. I would understand if that came across creepier than it was meant to come across." She awkwardly stuttered out laughter - it definitely caused the atmosphere to become less relaxed and more so, awkward.
"You're welcome." Her tone would be empathetic, progressing her thoughts as her body immune system continued to alter. "However, I need something in return." She loathed asking for assistance, especially from a stranger. It would be evident however, that she was in danger - otherwise, she wouldn't have asked in the first place. Her fragile demeanor truly showed how much desperation she was in given during this moment.
"I need to ask for your assistance and I hate to do so.. But I think that someone has been following me for the past few miles, and I haven't got the slightest idea why. You're allowed to say no, but I don't know.. I feel as if I am in danger." She tried to sound as formal as possible. If anything, it sounded more similar to that of an invitation. Her ears listened carefully to the whistling of the train. She stared toward her reflection in anticipation and frustration. Perhaps it would have been wise for the mutant to reject the girl's offer, as he was a stranger to her. It was his decision. The train halted shortly, and whoever would introduce themselves to the two, they would both equally need to be prepared.
I have been inactive and I might be inactive for another week or so, meaning I won't be able to respond to the roleplays I'm apart of straight away, neither will I be able to join threads. I have been swamped with college assignments that I need to pass, and my dog got put down about a week ago. It's been stressful. I hope to be back soon. :-)
Considering the demeanor of the train, you would have assumed that either somebody had died hours beforehand, or that there was a bomb warning nearby. Neither of those assumptions were true, but the interior of the train made the girl beyond curious and even nervous to an extent. Either way, Larraine's body supposedly wasn't able to adapt well to harsh environments and caused her to take refuge on this specific train. In her mind, crowding on the train alongside individuals who could be carrying diseases, or illnesses wasn't the best idea. But she wouldn't be able to afford anything remotely better, and she would prefer not to sleep on the streets at this given moment.
She stumbled onto the train, slumping down into her newfound sleeping spot, resting her head backward on the chair. Her eyes goggled around her surroundings, then briefly staring towards the unknown man, or creature - or both. She responded to the man's words underneath her breath, "I definitely can relate to that." The further she attempted to ignore the seemingly ill individual in the corner of her eye, the more Larraine was able to sympathize with his situation.
She closed her eyes with contemplation, deciding to aid this individual for no particular reasoning. Perhaps it was due to the injustice that mutants offered received, or perhaps it was due to the assistance she had gotten from mutant-kind lately. Her mouth gaped open, absorbing the symptoms of the cold that the man was battling with, transferring it to herself instead in an instance. "I bet it sucks that you cannot experience how it sucks anymore." Her words were spoken with a teenage-esque humorous snarky tone. She began to show symptoms of the cold that the man had earlier. It would be evident that as soon as the symptoms appeared, they lessened. Her body would be able to manage and heal the properties of the cold easily, especially compared to that of an individual with an average immune system.
Her action was well-intentioned, however, she would be not be trusting whatsoever of the man's response despite assisting him - allowing herself to keep herself guarded. "I hope that wasn't too forward." Larraine groggily said. She stared into the distance, daydreaming - or distancing herself from the man in case a negative reaction bolted from the individual. It was common for her to have negative feedback.
Perhaps disadvantaged in somebody else's eyes, but in her mind - it was an advantage to return back to normalcy and reality at a moment's notice. The woman explained to her how she obtained a position in Xavier's and why her circumstances changed the way that they had. "Should we get going, then? You have peaked my interest. At this point in my life, I have fought enough rats to be able to take down a few mutants if we get ambushed." She wholesomely joked, showing full teeth as she briefly looked throughout the bag once again.
She frowned as she listened to the woman's backstory. Mutants were mistreated, severely. It wasn't fair that humans had an upper advantage to people who were 'different', she pouted. "I'm sorry, Agnes. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. Humans, people who don't understand - they're always tormenting us, ruining our chances. Sometimes they need to be taken down a peg to learn." She spoke in anger, then attempting to cover over her tracks by side-tracking the conversation. She often didn't realize the resentment that she held for humans, nor did she want to hold resentment for anybody through her life. It wasn't her, or so she thought. "As long as these people are as open as you're suggesting they are, perhaps I'm in for a ride." She stumbled away from the alley, moving to a bench near the side of the road, admiring New York's view; it definitely had its faults, however.
She sighs, "I'm glad we had this conversation. I don't know much about you, but you seem like a good person." She spoke without much knowledge of Agnes as a person, smiling softly. "Maybe we could even be friends in the future? I don't know, maybe I'm being too naive right now.. I'm not always as mature as I may seem, you know. This act of kindness from you, whatever it was - is well-appreciated. That's all I'm going to say." She spoke kindly, even in a trusting manner to the woman, then easing into silence. This school, despite not knowing too much information about it, was definitely at least worth observing in the slightest.
The woman's offer definitely seemed tempting, to say the least. She pondered over her words, a smile on her face. Her words, her discussion of Xavier's - seemed so hopeful and through her words, it made Larraine more trusting of the possibility of joining fellow mutants in the school. "I wish that I had heard about this school sooner," the young woman frustratedly said. "Maybe then I wouldn't be sleeping on the streets. Maybe I'd be in a better situation than this, I don't know. Everything seems so.. dull and hopeless." She nodded in approval of Agnes' suggestion.
She would want to seclude herself from others, however, in this situation, Larraine knew the possibilities she could gain from even being in the presence of this community that supposedly assists mutants. A grim, harsh expression plastered itself on her face. "I have to say, you're quite the convincer - do you think that they'd accept me there? I mean, my powers are quite extreme." On another hand to joining the school and learning how to control her abilities in the process, Larraine was frightful of hurting students due to the projection of her abilities.
Larraine wouldn't necessarily react to Agnes confirming herself to be a mutant. But she would, however, react to her abilities. They were similar to hers in a way, strong - dangerous, and yet she could control them. "I guess I'm not the only one with stranger abilities than most," an awkward laugh escaped her lips after witnessing the extent of the woman's powers. "I never expected to see someone with your powers, but then again - the same could be said about me." She sighed, then proceeding to nod her head after listening to the woman's discussion about her depart from Xavier's. "I think that I'm willing to risk it." She clenched her nails into the palm of her hand, knowingly understanding the consequences of the situation she was presented with. "I mean, I have no reason to not trust you. So far, you have been nothing but kind and understanding - you've done more for me in the past hour than my parents have ever. That's pretty depressing, isn't it?"
An anxious demeanor was brought onto the girl due to the police being phoned. But in her defense, they were directed towards her, she made an unacceptable decision to hurt a stranger and for this reason, she was overwhelmed with regret. "They are disgusting," Larraine empathized her words. "There's no point in denying anything. It's probably obvious by this point." Her response was straight-to-the-point, rushing out of the coffee shop, directing Celestina through a shortcut; hoping that the police wouldn't be able to tell their whereabouts or even who they are if they changed directions.
"I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore." She moped beforehand, bewildered as Celestina informed her of her powers, witnessing radiation erupt from the woman's hands. The dust particles in the air floated around her, aiming an unsure glimpse of expression in Celestina's direction. "You're a mutant too?" She furrowed her brows in suspicion, although feeling more at ease now knowing the acquaintance is more similar to her than she originally assumed.
"I don't often act like that. I'm ashamed of how I acted back there. It's just proving more to the stereotype that mutants are reactive and dangerous." She ranted briefly, as they headed back in the direction of the library, consuming the drink she gripped onto as fast as humanly possible. In this particular instance, Larraine was ashamed of her actions, even seemingly distraught by her actions as she ignored her surroundings; even the female. "I shouldn't have done that. It was wrong, but I don't know how to control them - my powers, I mean. What do you think I should have done?"
Admittedly, her powers were hard to contain and physically, Agnes would be aware of Larraine's continuous symptoms. She kept her distance from her, leaning against the wall in the opposite direction of her, gently scratching the rash that had appeared on her arm. "It isn't going to completely disappear for a few more days." She complained and rightfully so. It was kind of her to show gratitude for the young girl not causing her harm, especially due to how difficult it was for her to control her abilities.
Her situation was relatable, knowing for certain that is one of the few reasons the woman is currently assisting her with her housing circumstances. Shortly afterward, Larraine would be informed about Xavier's Sister School, which contained and protected mutants. Thereupon discovering through the woman's words that she was supposedly too a mutant, however, not bringing it to her attention. "And you're saying that this place protects mutants?" She raised an eyebrow, unsure about the woman's honesty. "But how would you even apply to be apart of this school? I mean.. I didn't even know this place existed a few minutes ago." With doubt in her mind, she began to wonder about the woman's abilities herself.
Eventually, she wouldn't be able to obtain her words. "You're a mutant yourself? I hope this doesn't come across as impolite to ask - but why are you no longer apart of the school?" She questioned Agnes in the politest way possible. Larraine hoped that her multiple questions didn't come across as rude or protruding, simply curious of why Agnes was no longer with the school and about the school itself.
