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...?
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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?
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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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Matt was lucky enough to have a handle on his English so that he didn’t lose his speech when he was plastered. Apart from around his family, he mostly spoke English anyway, so it was often better than his Spanish. Even if a slight accent may have been peeking through.
Svetlana, however, seemed to be struggling. Matt leaned forward, covering his mouth with his hand as he chuckled at her trying to get a hold of the word she was searching for. Yeah, they’d worked through quite a bit of the bottle on the table, and it would be a stretch to say that either one of them was sober enough to be able to do much of anything. Even just her stumbling over words was hilarious to Matt.
It did make him wonder where she had gotten the piercings, but he didn’t ask. That was her business, and he figured that having to relive exactly where she had chosen to send a needle through her flesh as a teen wouldn’t be the best experience. Even if they weren’t strangers anymore, it wasn’t necessarily his business to know all the nitty gritty details about her body.
She recovered from the language troubles by asking him another question, which he had to drink to. In his time, he had lost a few fist fights. It wasn’t necessarily the most manly thing to admit to, but he’d already drunk his masculinity away, anyway.
She didn’t seem like the type to be in a fist fight, though. A gorgeous mail order bride. Sure, she was a mutant, but that didn’t really mean that she was bound for trouble, did it? Apparently it did. Matt frowned as he watched her count the number of times that she’d been kidnapped. That was just… not right. To have to think through how many times you’d been taken from your home and escaped? For her to just be walking down the street and sitting in a bar with a strange man was a miracle in and of itself.
“Damn. No wonder you’re a misanthrope,” he commented, taking her in in a new way for the first time that evening. The rest of the sh** she’d told him had been somewhat manageable, but that was just low. If it had been him, he wasn’t sure that he would still want to talk to people at all. Was she as paranoid as he could imagine himself being in that scenario? “Alright, f***. Never have I ever finished a bottle of whisky.” She’d managed to steer him back from the edge when he’d gotten angsty on her, so he hoped to do the same.
There were strangers everywhere. A few hours ago, the two of them had been strangers. But now? Now she knew more than most of the people that entered Matt’s life, past or present. He would have a hard time calling her a stranger now; though he didn’t even know her last name. There were things that bonded people, and he would define that night as one of them. He would never forget the woman who explained what he was and then drank with him in some random bar when he didn’t want to be alone, no matter how drunk he got.
“Alright, definition of a stranger,” he began, chewing on a fry as he considered it. She hadn’t asked for a definition, but he was going to give her one anyway. “Someone who you’ve met that day, but you don’t know anything about them, and you definitely don’t know their life story.” That was how he was thinking of it, anyway. He wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands, but usually he would spend a little time talking to the person first.
She was his first time playing a drinking game with a stranger, and he was grateful to her for it. If he had gone home alone, the night likely would have taken a very different turn, but with someone to drink with and keep him oriented, he was doing alright. When the morning came, he could be hungover and bitter, but for that night, he was doing just fine. “To first times,” he said, holding up a fry to her. He would have held up a glass, but his head was swimming enough. He would save shots for the game.
His next question did get her to drink, which he was pretty much expecting. Russian punk kid that underwent a makeover in order to be appealing to skeevy Americans and their moms. There might’ve, again, been a market for the unusual, but the company probably preferred the classic look. “So before you were a blonde bombshell, you were just some kid with a bunch of holes in her face. Who would’ve thought.”
"Never have I ever lost a fist fight."
Matt raised his eyebrows at her but refilled his glass and drank. He’d lost some fights in his time, but he’d also been in a fair few fist fights. It was inevitable, both when people got angry around the army base, and when he’d been in his downward spiral after Sophie’s death. “Alright, fine, but how many fist fights have you been in, anyway? It’s hard to lose one when you’ve been in, like, two.” He narrowed his eyes at her as he continued, “or does it have something to do with your powers?”
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Given some of the people that Matt had met, he couldn't seem to imagine a world where no one would be at least a little bit turned on by the idea of a girl with caffeine powers. She did reply that some people did like the idea, though he got the impression from her that those weren't really the people that she wanted joining her for a night. And hey, he hadn't lived with a mutation like that, so he had no room to comment. He'd figured that life would have been easy for someone like that, but it obviously wasn't the case. He figured he should remember that the next time he made a snap judgement about a person.
If he remembered it, anyway.
With all the vodka, Matt was feeling quite a bit more calm. There was even a chance that the broodiness was behind him for the time being. His mind had wandered far from the places he'd been edging toward for most of the evening, so he wasn't focused so much on the past or his mistakes. So, he'd picked the game back up.
"Really? For some reason I didn't think I'd get you there," Matt said honestly, snorting lightly as she took a shot. Maybe it was just around him, but Svetlana didn't really seem like the type to go around kissing strangers. Perhaps it had something to do with her mutation? Or maybe he was just really killing her vibe. Neither was completely off the table. Hell, he was killing his own vibe that evening.
"Never have I ever played a drinking game with a stranger before."
Matt raised his hands in defeat. "Never with a stranger," he said in agreement. They were both virgins when it came to binge drinking with strangers. He'd played plenty of drinking games in his time, especially in high school or with his army buddies, but never with someone he just met. The idea even seemed a little out there to him when he was doing it. "Never have I ever gotten a piercing."
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Matt had no doubt that living at a mutant boarding school would have plenty of woes. Chaotic was the word that Svetlana used, and he snorted, but he couldn’t help but think that that word wouldn’t even do it justice. Boarding schools in general just seemed like a bad idea to Matt. Things had been dramatic enough when he’d lived in dorm rooms during army training, and then at a moving base camp when he was deployed. Being fifteen, with mutant powers and girls living down the hallway? He just didn’t want to picture it.
He had changed the topic to the gloves that she wore constantly. He might’ve been drunk, but the question had been bugging him ever since she’d given him that non-answer back at his bar. It simply couldn’t be the case, and since they seemed to be sharing all the deepest, darkest parts of themselves, he figured that he had a pretty good shot of getting the truth out of her at that point.
The question was really just if he would remember it in the morning.
There had been a little bit of a question in his mind as to whether it had to do with her mutation, and, in fact, it did. She wore the gloves because skin to skin contact amplified her abilities. Matt, lacking a general filter, said, “I’m surprised people aren’t into that.” He popped a fry into his mouth as he shrugged. Really, she was gorgeous and gave people a shot of adrenaline with each touch. He wouldn’t be able to feel it, but as far as he knew, that would go over pretty well in some of the circles he’d seen. At least some of the guys that walked into the bar on an average night. She had a boyfriend, though, so someone must’ve been into it.
He inspected his shot glass for a brief second, and then all at once, he remembered that it was his turn. It had been for some time. “Oh. Never have I ever kissed a stranger.”
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A moose attack was not something that people often complained about. Bears? Sure. Coyotes? Definitely. Moose, though? That was far more unusual, to say the least. Matt went as far as to laugh at the statement, shaking his head as he imagined a moose coming after Svetlana and whoever her boyfriend had been. Or still was. That much wasn’t clear.
Matt had divulged a story that was actually fairly embarrassing. He seemed to have far less arsenal to pick from than she did, and he didn’t have anything that could top a moose attack, but the story had been embarrassing when it had happened. When he looked back on it then, though, it was more nostalgic than anything. They had thought that they were so mature back then; so ready to take on anything. They had both become different people in the time that they’d spent apart from one another, so it was interesting to remember that time.
Needless to say, Matt and Sophie had learned their lesson when her parents walked in on them. After that, they were much more careful about finding out exactly when her parents were getting home, and even after that, the sound of the garage door opening still scared him just a little.
“Especially at that age,” he said, agreeing with her statement about hormones. “I can’t imagine what that would have been like at a mutant school.” It had been bad enough in the high school that he’d gone to, and adding in mutant abilities sounded like the worst possible idea. Someone like Svetlana probably had a pretty good time there, though, he figured.
He was feeling better. Since getting several things off of his chest, he was feeling quite a bit lighter. It probably had quite a bit to do with the vodka, too, but that wasn’t everything. A significant portion was due to Svetlana. That made him all the more curious about her, though. Despite having opened up a bit, she was still a bit of a mystery. “So when are you going explain why you wear the gloves? No obsessive neat freak orders a hotdog. Or walks into a bar, really.”
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"Yeah, sorry," Matt said in agreement. He did suck at that game. It was a given, really, considering his current dower mood. He was like a vine at that point, swinging dangerously between calmness and calamity. One moment he felt just fine laughing at her comments, and then next, the haze would lift and he would go back to being a brooding mess. What could he do about it? Another drink seemed like a good temporary fix. Maybe not the smartest, but it was doing the job. He refilled his glass and took another shot.
Just to show him where he had gone wrong, Svetlana shared a story of her own. That was an actual embarrassing story, for sure. "A moose? Like, an actual moose?" That seemed a little... well, insane. Especially in a place like New York when moose weren't exactly all that common. Nor was it often heard of for them to attack people. Matt shook his head, trying to imagine it. What was worse was that she had placed herself in a compromising position in the woods with another person. Not exactly what you wanted to happen when you got caught with your pants down. "Damn. It actually attacked you? With its antlers?"
Matt sighed and leaned forward a bit, having mentally committed to giving her a better story to work with. Something that was actually embarrassing and wouldn't make him simply sit and brood again. "Alright... something that can top a moose interrupting you getting busy... oh, here we go." He said as he racked his brain silently, trying to keep it out of the dark places. After a minute or so, he had stumbled on something good.
"My wife and I dated first in high school, and the first time we ever had sex, we were at her house, and her parents walked in on us. First time I'd met them, too, and I had my pants down at my ankles," he said. The slightest hint of smile crept along the corners of his mouth as he recounted the event. "I'm still shocked they let me marry her at all."
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Matt grinned at her from across the table, his arms crossed over his chest. She knew that it wasn't a fair question, but she drank anyway. Those were the rules, weren't they? A question for a drink, if it was the truth. If they had been smart about it, then they might've set up some safety rules to stop that from happening, but they hadn't, so Matt was able to exploit that fact.
"And it's your turn. Tell me something embarrassing... About yourself."
Matt took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, considering her across the table. The vodka had made him loose-lipped, and he had already dug himself into a pretty deep hole. Plus, he did owe her for that last thing, and she had already told him more about herself than he had to her.
"Alright, something embarrassing," he said, pondering it. The thing that came first to his mind was something that had cut him to his core back when it had initially happened. "I had a military career, once upon a time. It was actually looking really good until I was 'honourably discharged'. Buddy of mine stepped on a land mine and caused a few fatalities. I was lucky enough to just get a blow of shrapnel."
Was it embarrassing? Only in the sense that it still kept him up at night sometimes, so there was that. Probably not the direction she had wanted to take it in, but that's where he had gone. He poured himself another shot and took it quickly before continuing. "Anyway, it f***ed up my hands, so now I tend bars." With that, he leaned forward on the table and rested his elbow on it, running his hand over the back of his neck. "I guess that's the embarrassing side of it. I had potential, once upon a time."
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Imagining Svetlana in a scene rather like an old western film was actually a little funny. Matt was feeling a little lighter since sharing (imagine that), and he actually cracked a smile at it. Blonde hair, killer smile, walking around town with a gun in hand. It was a little absurd, but he was trying to piece together her life while drunk and missing details. There were only so many places his mind could go to.
Instead, she had attended the mutant school downtown. Matt had heard a little about it, though he had never been interested enough to look into it. It didn't really apply to him, and so he hadn't been too into the gossip. For some reason, though, he found it hard to imagine someone like Svetlana at a school for mutants. Or a boarding school of any kind, really. He supposed it was like she said - she just wasn't really a social person. It was a little more than that, though. The way she hadn't opened up to him, or maybe the fact that she was still wearing gloves suggested that she might be a little closed off to other people.
Matt was still a little amazed that he had managed to get her talking that much. Or that she had gotten him talking that much.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, it clicked that he was making a complete fool of himself, but he didn't really do much about that fact. He would regret pretty much all of his decisions in the morning, but that wasn't all that important for the time being. For now, he was just focused on what was happening in the moment. And the bottle of vodka in front of him. That was very welcome.
"I get it. I was better at group living when I was back in the military, but I guess I was a different person back then," he told her. Lots of life had happened in that time and it had changed him. The idea of living in some sort of community at that point just sounded draining. He popped fries in his mouth as he thought, his eyes still focused on Svetlana. "Alright, so it's my turn, right? Never have I ever broken off an engagement." Cheap shot again, but he was a little more drunk than she was. She needed to catch up.
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Yeah, so he was getting pretty drunk by that point. To be completely fair, he’d had quite a bit to drink, and getting drunk had been his original plan. “Damn, you caught me,” he joked, raising his hands as if to admit to defeat. He really wasn’t looking his best, but it was a good thing that he wasn’t trying to impress her. That ship had long since sailed.
She agreed to tell a story of her own - that was only fair, really. He’d gotten deeper with her than he had with anyone in a long time, and he didn’t know much about her in return. For all he knew, she could have been completely lying about understanding what he was going through.
The words that came from her mouth were not what he had expected, but he had come to be alright with that from her. Everything she said seemed to be from another world, though some could have said the same about him. Mail order bride. That didn’t really explain how she managed to stay there and end up… where they were now, but it explained why she left Russia. Matt nodded from the other side of the table, letting out a low whistle as she told him exactly how it had happened.
“So you’re an unmarried mail order bride, then?” he mused, more to himself than to her. It was an interesting thing to be, for sure. Definitely not what he would have pegged her as when she first walked into the bar, but then again, he had been completely off about her from the very first moment he saw her. “So what happened next? You just stuck around here and taught Russian? Fired guns when you felt like it?”
She was still holding out on him, despite talking more than he had heard her talk to date. It was interesting, though. She had very nearly married a mutant who would melt her face off with just a goodnight kiss. He couldn’t imagine that being an entirely enjoyable marriage.
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Had he painted the picture clearly enough? It certainly seemed that way as Svetlana let out a deep sigh. Matt fell silent, knowing that he had made enough of an impact already. It was bound come out sooner or later, he realized. It felt good to have said it out loud in front of another living person. It was almost as if he had just let something out that had been spilling over the edge of his subconscious for some time. Surprisingly, as he sat back in his seat, he felt a little more calm than he had before. Not good, but calm.
Could she hear the guilt that seeped into his tone? Likely, but it would have to be obvious by that point. Maybe all of his actions would make sense to her then. He didn’t owe her an explanation, but she had gotten one - that was more than most people could say for their interactions with Matt.
Maybe it was all the vodka that was making the room a little fuzzy, but he actually believed her when she said that she understood. He didn’t bother to wave her off when she offered an apology, which was what he usually did. Instead, he looked her in the eyes from across the table, narrowing his gaze as he took her in. It seemed like he had found another of his kind, for once. He actually didn’t doubt her sincerity, nor the fact that she had seen things in her time.
“For drunk, damaged people,” he added with a hint of a laugh. It really didn’t sound like a great idea to stick a bunch of people like that in a room together, but perhaps he was wrong.
The waitress returned a second later with their orders of fries, and set them down in front of them. Matt reached for a sweet potato fry and took his time eating the end of it, looking almost thoughtful as he stared behind the booth they were sitting at. “So. You got your own sh** that you wanna talk about, then? Since we’re getting real, here, apparently?” It wasn’t common for him to be on the giving end of the stories. It actually wasn’t a bad feeling. “Normally, I’m a great listener. Something about me being off my game, I guess.”
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This woman was full of secrets, clearly. He'd half expected her to come up with some sort of tale about how she'd been taught how to shoot by her daddy in Russia or something, but he knew he was just being cynical. There was a chance that for once, someone could rival him for having seen sh**. Of course she had her own tales; her own reason as to why she would have shot a gun in her time. And somehow she had ended up simply working for a mutant organization and drinking with some stranger in a bar. He wondered silently - did it disappoint her to find herself there, ever?
Because sometimes it really f***ing disappointed him.
When he posed his next question, he watched her closely as she drank. His mind was already wandering to where he had been trying to keep it from all night, and he was almost hoping that she would say something to stop him. Instead, she asked him about it specifically, pushing him over the edge. Subconsciously, hadn't that been what he'd wanted all along? She was sitting there, giving him someone to tell all about the hardships that he'd experienced. If only he could hear his thoughts out loud - he would have hated them.
Yeah, he was considering telling her. How many shots was he in? Enough to feel a little floaty, so it was a fair number. He was actually starting to feel a little chatty, and if he was going to tell anyone, why not the stranger who had clued him into his condition in the first place? It made sense logically. She should be the one to hear his bull first hand.
Matt took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face, digging his thumbs into the bags under his eyes as he thought about what to say. After a second, he simply nodded, his eyes closed as he put his arms back down on the table. "You got it. You want a sob story? Cause I got plenty of those. God, look, you've turned me into a f***ing sad sack. The gist, anyway, is that I've shut mutant powers off before. I seem to have great timing for everything." Vague, but it was about as much as he could muster. Thankfully, he was too drunk to feel like throwing anything large, so he simply leaned back in his seat and tossed his shot glass back onto the table, hearing the glass bounce on the wood. It didn't crack or chip, but the sound was enough to make a few people in the bar turn their heads.
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"You first," Matt said, cocking his head slightly as he raised an eyebrow at her. Waiting for him to keel over. Sure, except that he had a history of drinking like that. His body had adjusted in the year after Sophie's death. Sure, he was a little out of practice, but he figured that he would still be able to keep up if he tried. That being said, he was still feeling the kick of the shots he'd just taken, and his head was swimming just a little. Not that he would tell her that.
He hadn't eaten since well before his shift started, and that had been hours before. Drinking vodka on an empty stomach was what usually had him dragging people out of the bar or cutting them off before they got too far, but he didn't think about it. He didn't think about the fact that it would be Svetlana or the bartender there that would have the wonderful task of sending him out on his ass when the inevitable happened and he drank too much. The thoughts didn't reach his mind, and even if they had, it wouldn't have stopped him.
Svetlana was smart enough to order them a plate of fries, though, and Matt added a second plate of sweet potato fries to the order. He was feeling like sweet potato fries. Well, it was a constant state, but that night was particularly bad.
The next question she asked had her drinking too. "Now what's a girl like you doing shooting people?" he asked after taking a shot of his own. His excuse had already been brought to light - the military. Her story was less obvious, and he was feeling more talkative with that many drinks in him. He actually wanted to know what wanted that drink for her. It was against their unspoken rules up until that point, but who knew? Maybe he would answer some of her questions too.
They were going to be finding things that they'd both done, it seemed. That was good; he was actually running out of things that he'd never done. "Never have I ever watched someone die," he said before refilling his glass and tipping it back. He was getting dark; edging along that place. Or maybe he just wanted to see how much she would admit to. Maybe he wanted to make himself feel the guilt of it again.
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Half of him had expected her to drink after his last statement. She was a runaway, clearly with some sort of past, and she had admitted to several things already. But saying the dreaded 'I love you' without meaning it was apparently not in her past. He nodded slowly, his eyes still slightly unfocused.
Matt couldn't remember the specifics of each 'I love you' he had uttered, but he could remember the important ones. The first time he'd said it to her. His wedding day. The night she died. Hell, even when he'd said it to his previous girlfriends, he'd meant it. There had never been a time when he went as far as to lie about something like that. It was part of why he hadn't said it in years.
"Look at us," he mimicked with a nod. Romantics? Maybe, or maybe they were just people who didn't sell themselves easily. That much was clear from their conversation, anyway. Neither of them had really admitted to much. The game was paused, too, while she stared at him. Neither of them were drinking, and without a return statement, there was no room to start, either. Matt leaned over to the table and refilled his glass while he waited a second, though he didn't drink it. It was simply there for the next question.
He looked back up at her, catching a glimpse of bitterness as his vision crossed her features. She suddenly looked older than she had in his bar. "You gonna keep going, or are you waiting for something else?" he asked, his fingers running up the side of the glass he had just poured. Was she waiting for him to talk, or something? To suddenly start spilling all his secrets? For once, he could say that it didn't sound all that horrible, but it wasn't entirely likely, either. His other elbow rested on the table as he rubbed the back of his neck and ran his hand through his hair.
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Things were getting easier; he was feeling lighter with each shot that he took. The information that he had just learned was tucked at the back of his mind, and it would stay there if he could keep it that way. It was like it was edging in the back of his mind - only just barely there, accessible if he wanted it, but for now, not at the forefront of every thought. If it would just stay there, then he would be alright. He could hold himself together until he had a moment where it didn't matter, or if he did end up setting that appointment with his therapist. It seemed healthier than losing it in some public place, anyway.
She drank for dating a mutant. That would make sense. She ran in a circle of mutants, and if hormones got involved, then the inevitable would happen. Besides, a pretty foreign girl working for a corporation? He would be more surprised if she hadn't had a drink after that.
"Never have I ever been married."
Cheap shot. He was still wearing his wedding ring. Matt felt his stomach drop a little as he reached for his refilled shot glass and tipped it back, his other hand stuck to the table as if he was using it as a life line. Why'd she have to go and bring that back up? He didn't look at her as he placed his glass back on the table, letting out a calming breath as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was trying hard not to picture her face. Trying hard not to go back to the place he'd almost regressed to. God, he had been doing so well. So well.
Without looking back at her, he refilled his glass and shot it back a second later. Again, he refilled it and tipped it back. "One for each year," he said, though it was really just an excuse to keep the buzz going. The buzz was what was keeping his mind blank. The images in the back started to spin out of focus again, and he could simply post another question.
"Never have I ever said 'I love you' without meaning it."
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 6, 2018 9:32:34 GMT -6
Adapted
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Sveta
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
Neither of the two of them were really into talking, it seemed, and neither asked any clarifying questions. Matt had to admit that he was curious about her, and she was doing a good job of distracting him, but if he didn't want her to ask questions, then he had to offer her the same allowance. They would each only share as much as they felt comfortable sharing for the time being. It wasn't really a way to get to know someone, but that wasn't what they were doing, was it? For now, Matt was just trying to get a sense of the woman across from him, all while keeping his mind occupied. It felt better to be thinking of someone else.
She was a runaway, though. That much she did drink to. Matt wondered what might've made her bolt from a home, but, as per the rules, he didn't ask, and she didn't say. He nodded slowly, taking in the woman across from him. She had certainly seen enough of the world, and it was a little funny that it was her that would have broken the news to him. He wasn't likely to fully piece it together on his own, so it had to have been someone, but her? That was just strange.
Following the next question, Matt bobbed his head to either side and picked up his shot glass. It was either a lucky guess or she had seen his dog tags. Either way, she hadn't had enough to not be paying attention. He shot the vodka back, his nerve officially calmed as he set the glass back down and refilled it. "I'm not drinking for each deployment, am I?" he clarified, though he knew the answer was no. They were quickly collecting facts about one another. At this rate, she would know him better than most of his coworkers after just a few more questions.
"Never have I ever dated a mutant," he said. That one was less about her past and more a personal question. He was just curious as to the inner workings of a mutant organization, mostly.