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
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 22:52:18 GMT -6
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The apartment wasn’t anything special, but it was home to Matt. It had been for years, and he didn’t have anywhere else that deserved that title at that point. As a man who hated change who had had the rug pulled out from under his feet many times already, he was happy to cling to something constant. The apartment and his job recently had been constants; something to hold onto when he felt like the rest of his life was changing too much. Those constants had been people, once upon a time, but those people had either died or moved on. Things couldn’t do that.
All things considered, she really was lucky that his apartment was as tidy as it was. Matt felt like he could breathe a little easier once they were inside and he knew that things weren’t as bad as they might’ve been. If she had come a week ago, she likely would have had to move a few pizza boxes and socks in order to sit on the couch. It had been bad before he’d gotten his act together.
Still, there were a few things to straighten up. He had tossed out the things that were sitting empty on the countertop, and then he moved around the room, grabbing various items off the table and tossing them into his bedroom before he shut the door. She was a street rat, sure, but that didn’t mean that she necessarily wanted to sit in mess.
Letting out a breath, he finally joined her across the apartment in the living room, taking a seat in the chair next to the couch. It wasn’t as comfortable as it looked, but it had been on sale when he’d gotten it. It also clashed angrily with the pattern on the couch. For a second, he sat still, making the air slightly awkward. Was it weird that he’d invited her there? Was it weird that she was just sitting on his couch, waiting for him to do something?
Oh, right, the guitar.
In a sudden movement, as if he’d just remembered that he was meant to be doing it, Matt reached over and grabbed the guitar from the stand and slung it over his head. It wasn’t nearly as beat up as the first, but it was old. While it showed its age around the edges, it looked like it had been well cared for; well loved. That was something that could be said about many of the things that resided in Matt’s apartment.
“Right. Um, any requests?” he asked awkwardly. The air felt almost awkward. She was just sitting in his living room, waiting for him to play a song. He had stuff that he could play if she didn’t have requests, but it seemed weird to just go right into things.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 16:01:03 GMT -6
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Svetlana Sergeyeva. What a Russian name - very fitting. They both had full names that used the same letter, too. “Matías Morales,” he replied, sticking his hand out for her to shake in order to seal the deal. Before they had been to each other’s home, they knew one another’s full name. That was the usual requirement, wasn’t it? It was a good way to start, anyway. “Does knowing your full name make me any less creepy?” he asked for further clarification.
She talked then about her sister, and how she was off on her own now. As much as most siblings stuck together when they were young, they did grow up and need their own space. “I know the feeling,” Matt said with a sigh. “My younger sister is a lawyer now and my brother’s engaged. It moves fast if you don’t watch it closely.”
The elevator dinged as reached the seventh floor, and Matt stepped off, again, making sure that Svetlana was following. It wasn’t too far down the hallway, so they reached his doorway quickly. It was a brown door, nondescript in appearance. If you didn’t live there, it would have been easy to walk right past in favour of one of the others that looked exactly. The same.
“Ready?” he asked as he unlocked the door and paused with his hand around the handle. After giving it enough time for the question to settle, he pushed it open and revealed the apartment inside. “Come on in… feel free to set your stuff down wherever.”
All things considered, things could have been worse. He had cleaned a few days before, to there was no food sitting out, and things were pretty tidy. The lay out was pretty typical of an apartment like that; a kitchen next to the door when you walked in, a little dining room that doubled as a living room, and a door to a bathroom and a bedroom. Both doors were open, revealing their contents.
The kitchen was somewhat tidy, though there were a few empty beer bottles sitting out and an empty carton of eggs that he hadn’t thrown out yet. The living room had a couch and a chair facing a television, as well as a small table with two chairs off to the side. On the coffee table in the middle, there were a few books lying out; one was open on the table, put words down to save his place. His guitar sat in the corner on a stand. The bedroom was likely the messiest area, with his bed unmade and a few shirts lying on the floor. The bathroom was the cleanest, though - Matt hated dirty washrooms.
After taking off his shoes and jacket, he went into the kitchen and threw out the trash on the counter as quickly as he could. “Sorry about the mess…”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 15:00:04 GMT -6
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Siblings could be a tricky thing. Some people kept in touch with theirs, and others had really poor relationships. Matt fell somewhere in the middle, given all of his experiences with his various siblings. The conversation had made him realize that he really needed to call his sister, though. That would be something he could do once Svetlana left.
He had pulled them into the parking garage, which wouldn’t say a whole lot about what his apartment was actually like. Apartments tended to say a lot about people; it was like seeing into their brain just a little bit. What sorts of things they displayed, how clean they were, what they kept in their fridge. All those little things made up a person. Matt didn’t have people over often, so he wasn’t usually too concerned about stuff like that, but having Svetlana over made him a little nervous. He’d only just met her, after all, and he hadn’t had time to clean.
He stepped out of the car and locked it, expecting that Svetlana would follow him. Unless he’d completely scared her off and she was going to use the opportunity to run, anyway.
Matt walked through the garage and over to the elevator on the side. He punched a button and the door opened right away, which was rather nice. Things seemed to be going well, in terms of travel speed. He stepped inside and made room for Svetlana to do the same after him as he punched in the button for the seventh floor.
“Do you keep in touch with your sister?” he asked, continuing the earlier conversation as the door shut on the outside world. The box would soon start moving and take them upstairs. “And, you know, I still don’t know your last name.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 14:44:10 GMT -6
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“So she’s still there?” he clarified as they drove down the roads of New York. His apartment wasn’t that far and traffic wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so they weren’t looking at a drive that would be too bad.
He knew what it was like to be separated from family, though. Matt’s siblings had settled across the country and some of them had fallen somewhat out of touch with him. That was how it went, though. They had grown up and grown apart. As much as it wasn’t ideal, that was the realist version of things. He found it difficult to imagine having only grown up with one sibling and not being near them, though. He had his sister in town that he could call when he wasn’t doing well. That was enough for him, but he had other options, too. It sounded like it would be hard on Svetlana.
Especially since she was all that the poor girl had. She had run away from home and cut ties, meaning that her sister was what she had. All she had. That sounded tough.
“You know, hand-me-downs. Lots of fights,” he summarized as they drove closer. That was a pessimistic view of it, but he also didn’t have experience having just one sibling. That was what he’d grown up with. “It was good at times, though. And it’s a good conversation starter to say that I have as many siblings as I do.” His brother the politician was always good to bring up, too.
He pulled into a parking garage and drove into his designated spot. “This is it,” he said, shutting off the engine. Shorter drive than usual, which was probably a good thing. It meant that they didn't have to sit cooped up in his car for very long.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 14:10:29 GMT -6
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Matt opened the door to his car and stepped up into the driver’s seat. He glanced up at Svetlana as he started the car and she guessed what kind of music he liked. “Think you’ve got me pegged already, huh?” he asked pointedly. From the truck, he figured that was an easy assumption. It looked like it belonged off roading somewhere. That was the time in his life that he had bought it at, though, and it had worked then. It still worked in New York, though it was often harder to get parking and it wasn’t as good on gas. He just couldn’t part with the thing. “Sometimes, maybe.”
Country music was one of a few genres that he listened to regularly. As he started the car, the radio picked up to the last station that he had tuned it to, and Johnny Cash played through the speakers as he turned to Svetlana with a raised eyebrow. “Sometimes this.”
He didn’t plan on trying anything creepy with her. That was for sure. Besides, he was pretty sure that when it came down to it, she would have the upper hand. When he was in the army it might’ve been a different story, but now he was years out from that and facing a woman who liked to keep in excellent shape. Really excellent.
As he was pulling out onto the road, she sent another question his way. That was usually a question that he avoided or half answered, but she already knew most of the nitty gritty details about his life, so what was one more? “Six now. My sister passed when I was little,” he told her. Again, not something that most people knew. She seemed to take things somewhat in stride, so he was alright telling her. Besides, that hurt was a lot less recent than some of the other ones.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 13:44:57 GMT -6
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“She has a funny way of showing it,” Matt said, glancing back in through the window at the coworker they’d left behind. In all honesty, he quite liked Chris, too. She reminded him quite a bit of one of his sisters; the one he’d kept in touch with the most. As much as the woman could be intrusive or obnoxious, she also made him grin more than most people, and their banter made work a little better. “But really, she’s harmless. Just… watch out - she’s charmed more people than most have in their time.”
Once they were standing outside, though, Matt realized that he hadn’t planned where to go. They could go somewhere outside, but that would, as Svetlana pointed out, be too public. And cold; the wind was bad. He had offered his apartment, but he wasn’t sure if she would want to go there. As much as she was gorgeous, he didn’t want to make things weird between the two of them in case she got the wrong idea about what he was offering. It was just music. That was all. For the time being.
“Alright, my place it is,” he said with a nod, “Just give me a sec.”
With that, he stepped back into the bar and, with some expert dodging tactics, managed to resort the guitar to its proper place without much intervention from Chris. He did, however, turn back at her with a look as she yelled, “use protection!” Hopefully Svetlana wouldn’t have been able to hear that through the closed door.
He came back outside, free of the instrument, and nodded his head toward the direction of his car. “Mind if I drive?” he asked. His car was parallel parked just a few spots down, a rather old blue ford truck. He walked around to the driver’s side and grabbed the handle, pausing as he waited to make sure that Svetlana was alright.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 17, 2018 13:18:21 GMT -6
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“And It’s lovely to meet you too,” Christina replied as she shook Svetlana’s hand and played up the scene. She was having far too much fun, in Matt’s opinion. There would definitely be a conversation about what was happening the next time they spoke, and he imagined that it would involve some interesting things from both sides. It wasn’t like Christina was a stranger to bringing people to the bar, but she was a little less afraid of doing so. To her, it wasn’t a big deal, so there would be no leverage there. He would have to think of something else.
"I didn't ask nicely"
“I like you!” Christina called after the two of them as they walked away. “If things don’t work out with mister broody, feel free to give me a call!”
“Sorry about that,” Matt said awkwardly as he stepped outside and held the door for Svetlana to follow him. He didn’t know what else to say on the topic, so he stopped there. She asked where they were going, and he realized that he hadn’t thought much about that. The guitar was the bar’s, not his, and while it wouldn’t matter all that much if he took it out for a bit, it wasn’t the nicest guitar. If he had been thinking, then he would have just gone back to his apartment where he had his own. That would have been smarter all around.
“I guess that’s up to you,” he said with a shrug once they were out standing on the pavement. People skirted around him to avoid the neck of the guitar, but Matt didn’t pay them much mind. “I can ditch this beat up guitar and we can go back to my place, or we could go to Central park, or something.” He ran his hand through his hair and have her a lopsided smile. “Honestly, I didn’t think through this very much.”
“Wow, that’s even more of a development,” Christina said, looking at Svetlana interestedly. Matt was already stepping out of the back with his jacket and a rather beaten up looking guitar as he shook his head at Christina.
“Leave her be, Chris,” he said with a sigh, as he passed behind her, stepping out from behind the bar. He held the guitar up in order to keep it from banging against the side of the bar.
Christina scoffed as she looked at him, crossing her arms as she took in the sight. “Excuse me, but two years of working with you, and I’ve never met anyone else who knows you, and now you’re playing guitar for a gorgeous girl who showed up of her own volition? I’m intrigued. Let me be intrigued.” The woman looked over at the two of them with a wide grin, clearly a bit of a sucker for drama.
Matt couldn’t help but look down a little sheepishly. He had done his best to keep his coworkers out of his personal life, but this was unexpected. He wasn’t used to having someone to speak to after his shift was done. “Chris, this is Svetlana. She’s a friend,” he said, hoping that it would clear up any weird air or ideas that the woman was getting. He knew that before the night was over, every other person that he worked with would have all the details that she knew. His next shift was going to be great.
“Uh huh,” she said, leaning forward a little. It was a little strange, actually. Christina would have usually been flirting rather than trying to get information. “He won’t play guitar for anyone else that asks, you know.”
“Maybe you haven’t asked nicely enough,” Matt said awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. He had sung the strap over his shoulder and had the guitar on the front of his chest.
“I thought your job was going through the news,” Matt said with a raised eyebrow. There were a few things that she said that suggested that maybe it wasn’t as kosher as she made it out to be. Still, he wasn’t about to press for details if she didn’t want to go into it. She had, after all, been subjected to many things over her time, and there was a possibility that it was just aftermath from that.
But unlike Svetlana, Matt actually did have a hobby. Music was something that cleared his head and made it so he was able to process some of his emotions. Maybe he did look like a typical musician, but that was fine with him. Perhaps it was better to look the part than not.
She wanted to hear him play, too. He nodded, trying to pretend that he wasn’t looking forward to playing for her. “My dad taught me, originally. I have a lot of siblings, so we couldn’t afford lessons, but he taught us all how to play. Used to be better, but my hands make it hard to do anything other than hammering out some chords,” he said with a shrug. Classical guitar playing had been something that would have been in reach in his youth, but now it was completely out of the question. There were chords now that he couldn’t even make his hands form, so he had to resort to using a capo some of the time.
Just in time for things to move into action, Matt’s replacement strolled into the bar. She was a short woman with spiky black hair and a style that could most easily be described as ‘hipster goth’. She stopped just short of the bar, glanced at the last guy still out cold on the ground, shook her head, and then kept going. “What, did you overpour again?” she asked as she stepped behind Matt to deposit her purse behind the counter.
“He was more of a lightweight than he looked,” Matt replied with a shrug. “Managed to start a fight.”
“Only when you work, Matty.”
“Good to see you too, Christina. I’ll be right back.” Matt smirked at the woman appreciatively, shaking his head as he stepped into the back room to grab both his belongings and a guitar. While he did so, Christina bent down to her purse and pulled out a stick of lipstick to fix her makeup.
“So,” she said, addressing Svetlana for the first time, “I don’t think I’ve seen Matt bring a girl around before.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 16, 2018 17:40:25 GMT -6
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It was going to his head just a little bit. Matt couldn’t help but grin a little at her comment before looking down at the bar he was tidying absently. It had been a while since he’d hung out with anyone like that and felt like he could be honest with them. Even with his old army buddies, there was some sort of a divide, and most of them lived across the country anyway.
They were soon on the topic of hobbies, and Matt had a few to share. Years being on his own had taught him how to keep himself busy on dark nights when his thoughts wandered just a little too far. The healthiest of those, he shared with Svetlana.
Of course he did? “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, his eyebrows raising in question. Did he have some sort of look about him that would suggest that he was a musician? He had definitely been better before he’d injured his hands, but he still thought of himself that way. He did work in a bar that played live music, so it came with the territory a little bit.
Mostly, he played for himself. He’d even written a few songs in his time, though they were unlikely to ever reach the ears of anyone other than his unwitting neighbours. Svetlana, on the other hand, seemed to be more lacking on that front. “Do you have things you like doing? Maybe you could pick up martial arts. I hear you get to punch people quite a bit,” Matt suggested. That seemed to be in line with what she liked to do. Other than that, he didn’t know all that much about her interests.
Glancing up at the clock, he gave a shrug and rounded back to her earlier comment. “I mean, if you weren’t just saying that to play into my ego, then I’m off in a few. Got a few guitars in the sound box.” They were kept there just in case a performer needed a backup or a replacement. Sometimes when it was quiet, they would take them out and play them themselves. Plus, Matt wasn’t doing anything that night, and did have an itch to play. Play for someone who actually cared to hear it.
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 16, 2018 12:06:45 GMT -6
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“So I’m a special occasion. Good to know,” Matt teased with a smirk. He knew that wasn’t likely to be the truth, but he was more interested in teasing her about it than actually hearing the reason why he’d convinced her to binge drink that night. He knew the reasons already, and he wasn’t looking to delve into them. Surface level was just fine.
It was likely good that she wasn’t intending to get drunk, though. They were just talking, and there was no reason why they always had to be drunk to do that. Already, she knew more about him than most people, so there was no reason to hide. No reason that he shouldn’t just tell her the truth about things.
He’d asked her what she did to feel… well, whole. She seemed like she had, for the most part, gotten a hang of it, and part of him wanted to see what was different about how they dealt with it. Most of the guys he had come out of service with had gotten into some pretty dark places, and they all crawled up out of their holes in different ways. Or some didn’t; that was the hardest to watch.
Despite her appearance of success, though, she seemed about as lost as him. He supposed he had to expect that in some ways; did anyone really have it together? There was a chance that she was pretending as much as he was. Still, she was trying - learning, as she put it. There was always more to learn, more to do. It was a constant journey, often without a real destination. Lots of people didn’t get that, just looking in from the outside. Maybe that was why he liked talking to her so much; there were too few people who really knew what he meant when he talked. Too few people simply looked at the surface level of things. What they both experienced came with the territory of trauma.
“Exercise,” he said with a slow nod as he thought about his own techniques. He, too, was still figuring things out. “Talking to people helps. I play music sometimes. That sorta sh** that takes your mind off it all. When I can’t sleep I grab my guitar.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 15, 2018 9:45:40 GMT -6
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“Of course they did,” Matt said with a nod. Why would he have expected anything else? This was Svetlana, and she was powerful. Of course someone would want to weaponize her. Hell, if he was a government agent he would probably be thinking along the same lines as the people who had kidnapped her. It was amazing that she was sitting here being so nonchalant about the whole thing, too; as if it hadn’t messed her up completely.
Maybe Matt was just a complainer.
He was used to taking life in strides, but it had taken its toll on him. Maybe it had for her, too, but she did a better job of pushing it down. Better at moving on. Maybe he had something to learn from her. Well, that was likely a given, but he had to figure out what her secret was first.
“Want another beer? I think it’s fair to say that it’s on the house tonight,” he said, nodding to her quickly emptying glass. He wasn’t looking for a repeat of the night before, but she could hold her liquor well and he wasn’t drinking with her. It was alright to pour a bit more for her, even if he needed to work on his portions for some of the other guys that strode in there on a regular basis. With any luck, Svetlana wasn’t going to be starting another bar fight.
His shift was done in another fifteen minutes. With any luck, his replacement was going to walk in there and relieve him so he wouldn’t have to deal with last guy in the corner: the one who had started everything. “So what is it that you do to cope with sh**? Or do on a regular basis, anyway? Other than starting stuff here, of course.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 14, 2018 22:19:39 GMT -6
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The dopples weren’t always twins, exactly. Sometimes, they led completely different lives and looked nothing alike. Genetics and all that. The choices that people made could lead to incredibly different results. It was that infinite universes theory - there were millions of ways that things could play out, and a million different combinations of how those could all play out. If you thought about it, there was a never-ending list. It was amazing that they had run into the specific one that they did.
That being said, there was no reason that Svetlana’s dopple should look like her. Or that they would have collided. It was a big world, after all, it may have just been happenstance that she ended up in New York. There were a million places that the other her could have gone instead. “Sometimes it’s easier not knowing,” Matt mused. That was how he felt, anyway. Better to just leave it be and hope that it passed quickly.
She had had more interaction with the doppels, though. Matt had watched one interaction between two identical men (which had made him wonder if he was breathing in too many fumes), but other than that, he had been pretty sheltered. If she was on the front lines, though, then it was more likely that she would have had the chance to see what it was really like. He gave her an impressed expression as she told him about running into the doubles of friends, but he didn’t comment otherwise.
Either way, the RIP needed to be closed. They all needed to go on with their lives and hope that nothing worse would come for them. For some reason, he was still living in New York, which always seemed to be the epicentre of dangerous things, and hoping that things would get better, but he held out hope. He probably always would.
“Well, let’s hope someone somewhere is working on that, then,” he said. He’d been covert before; he knew how certain bases could operate under a lot of secrecy when things were going down. Hopefully, somewhere, someone was doing just that.
A few more of the guys in the corner were starting to file out after the first guy. Matt simply nodded at each one as they left, following them with his eyes to make sure they didn’t start anything else. There was nothing to hype them up anymore, thankfully. “I don’t know if I asked last night, but where’d you learn to fight like that, anyway? Didn’t look military, and if you tell me that you throw punches while you’re going through the news then I’m going to have some more questions.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 13, 2018 15:59:41 GMT -6
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Yeah, okay, fair. Matt glanced back and raised his eyebrow at Svetlana’s sassy comment about the new dimension that had just opened in the middle of the city. All other news would likely pale in comparison to that, or stem from the same cause. That much was likely obvious, but he had been foolish enough to ask. Maybe he had deserved the sass coming from her; he’d been blind enough to forget about the obvious.
“Specifically?” he countered, giving her the slightest bob of his head as he continued to probe about what she did. Her sass gave him no actual insight into what it was that she was working on. Did she just read the news, or did she monitor it specifically? Do something about it? That much wasn’t actually clear. Maybe she was being intentionally vague. To be fair, she’d had approximately zero shots, so she was likely a little more likely to be clammed up than the last time they’d talked.
The guy on the ground had decided that he was better of leaving. He shoved the water glass back into Matt’s hand, shot an angry look at Svetlana, and then walked out the door. He must’ve been one of the ones that she’d knocked out.
Walking back behind the bar, he nodded at her comment, though he did so slowly. He hadn’t even considered the fact that there might be more dimensions than the one that had appeared. Was there a chance that they could deal with two separate dimensions intruding on their comfortable reality? The idea was actually a little absurd. Rather than sharing his thoughts on it, though, Matt simply continued to nod as he put the water glass away. It might’ve looked a little strange as it went on, but he was too deep in thought to notice.
He pulled himself out as he turned around to face her again. “Did you meet your… twin, or whatever? The other version of you?” What would she be like? Would she also measure the success of a week by not being abducted?
“Do you think it’ll go away, either? Close up ‘n all? Lots of people come in here and spout theories, but I think you’re the first person with the potential to actually know something about it.”
Posted by Matt Morales on Mar 13, 2018 15:01:33 GMT -6
Adapted
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Feb 13, 2020 21:10:32 GMT -6
Lix
Mutant rights was an issue that Matt wasn’t entirely versed on. While he liked to read and keep up with the news, the issue simply hadn’t been at the forefront of his mind most days. If he had to classify himself, it would be as an uninvolved supporter of the cause; he agreed with most of the stances, but he didn’t follow it so much. The part of his life where he’d devoted his time and energy to fighting battles or winning wars was finished, and he was just trying to get through.
That wasn’t, however, to say that he didn’t care about the issue at all. Actually, he found it interesting what Svetlana telling him, the way that she worked toward the betterment of a species. It was pretty commendable, really.
The other New York was a completely different issue altogether. One day, a giant rip had decided to open up in New York city and let loose an alternate time stream. Matt hadn’t been; nor had he met his double, but he’d heard some things that would rock a person to their core. Was there a version of Sophie that was still alive? Had they even met in that universe? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.
“Any interesting news?” he asked, cocking his head as he regarded her. He was still leaning against the back countertop with his arms crossed over his chest. There was nothing else to do, since the cooks had taken care of most of the dirty work. At least, there was nothing else to do until one of the guys in the corner made a pitiful noise and shuffled his legs, scraping his shoes against the floor.
With a sigh, Matt pushed himself off the countertop and walked around the bar to see how the guy was doing. He looked fine, just dazed. Stopping just beyond the barrier, he turned around and grabbed a glass of water for him. He held it out, and after a second, the guy took it from him. “Either sit down and get yourself together or beat it, alright?” he told him. It was a gentle command, but it held weight behind it. He’d kicked out plenty of people in his time.
