The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Ezra chased any further explanations away with another generous sip of the Tom Collins. The glass was then lightly placed upon the table. There was a note of concern in his gaze as Dante drew his bottle to is cheek.
"M-maybe you could ask the bartender for a bag of ice?" Ezra proposed, smiling. He traced the edge of his cylindrical glass with a fingertip, dropping his gaze towards his drink. There was a sort of pregnant silence that followed Dante's remark, and that elicited another glance from the homunculus.
"Well, it keeps me from causing trouble, perhaps," Ezra remarked, "Humans have always had a proclivity for seeking me out for trouble, however, even when I was yet young in this world. I would attribute this to my stature."
Most nimrods who desired a fight looked for the biggest man in the vicinity and looked to incite conflict with them. That was simply how things were.
Ezra took another sip of his drink, a pregnant silence settling on him once again. It had been days since he had eaten, which meant that the alcohol went directly to his head. This, of course, made focusing on the conversation in front of him very difficult to follow.
"Though one would hope that the fact that my nose is typically buried deep within a book would be indication enough of my... talents... and how inaccurate their assumptions are... you know?" Maybe Dante didn't know. Maybe Ezra wasn't making an ounce of sense.
"I suppose... what I'm trying to say is that I appreciate your assistance, sincerely."
Another swig of the Tom Collins followed the remark. Maybe, if he got far enough along in his drink, he could trigger a more eloquent rendition of Ezra Pahlke. n Ezra Pahlke that didn't just... ramble about the tribulations of being a tall, bookish type.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 29, 2018 1:14:03 GMT -6
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"I suppose that there is a first for everything," Ezra said warmly, elbowing his companion. He didn't mean anything by the remark. People were always learning things about their mutations... for example, when Ezra learned that he could reattach parts of him that had been severed, and still use them... and that'd only taken a good hundred-and-twenty years to discover. There was always a first for everything.
Ezra's drink finally arrived, and the homunculus murmured thanks to the bartender, taking an eager sip of the concoction. The alcohol was strident in the mixture, and with one sip it felt like it was rising straight into his head (or to his nexus, perhaps). He nodded as Dante explained his mutaiont-- he was a smoke-breather.
>> "So, what about you? What's your story?"
That was... to be expected, honestly. Ezra had no nose, after all. His mutant status was written write across his slender face. Ezra set his glass down, casually crossing one leg over the other as he spoke.
"I was dead, once," Ezra proclaimed, "But I came back."
Which was not untrue. He spared the gritty details of being Frankenstein's monster, kept alive by a Philosopher's Stone, or bodily functions optional... Dante was just a man that Ezra met in the bar, he wasn't going to give his entire life story. Maybe... with a little more alcohol.
Ezra took another, perfunctory sip of his drink, sighing when he finally came up for air.
"N-not that I have anything to show for it, though," he remarked, smiling sheepishly, "I came back just as... spindly and timid as before."
That was a fabrication. Ezra had no conscious recollection of his previous life. Or, since he had parts from a few different donors-- previous "lives" if you wanted to be specific.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 29, 2018 1:02:35 GMT -6
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The line was painstakingly slow, with patrons only shuffling a few steps forward each minute. Perhaps one of the cashiers had not shown-up for work today? It seemed like they only had two register running, from Ezra's vantage point-- one in the cafe, and one for other patrons, and both lines were relatively busy. Ah, well. Nothing to do but wait patiently and take in the scenery.
The homunculus's gaze flitted over the familiar shelves, over often-ignored corners and patrons that won't looking his way. It was interesting to see what a "tea drinker" looked like, as the crowd was decently varied (even in a shop like this).
The line moved forward once again, and he absently bumped against one of many small cafe tables.
"My apologies," he said to the table's occupant, his gaze not venturing beyond their opened books and their pot of tea. They were probably too engrossed in their studies to have even noticed his faux pas.
Ezra returned his gaze to the front of the line, and it was about then that his vision began to swim. He tried to blink his eyes back into focus, to no avail. His head reeled, the corners of his vision darkening.
The world tilted, and then went black. Ezra hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, sloughing off of the person behind him and armful of teas rolling forth from his lifeless arms.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 29, 2018 0:50:53 GMT -6
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Ezra was unsure of what function an external hard drive might serve, and he surveyed the slim, cardobard box with unrestrained confusion. Back up his data? What was data? But if his expert was convinced he needed it, he needed it. The homunculus tucked the device into the crook of one elbow, and followed Casper back to the computers, and the boy offered his declaration-- a Panasonic CF-30. It still sounded like gibberish to the clueless homunculus.
"Which one is that?" Ezra asked patiently, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Casper would really have to spell it out for the man, and for that, Ezra was truly apologetic.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 12, 2018 13:14:22 GMT -6
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Ezra looked on dispassionately as Dante smoked, a persistent flush lingering in his cheeks. In the old days people smoked much more avidly, indoors and out, and so it didn't bother Ezra's sensibilities as it might bother others. He also didn't breathe, so there was that.
>> "My usual stomping ground isn't far from here, let's head there."
Ezra nodded complacently. A nearby venue. He could text Charlotte when they arrived, then it wouldn't feel like he was totally abandoning her. Dante led, Ezra followed a few steps behind, his hands wedged in his pockets. Periodically, the homunculus caught his gaze wandering over the rear profile his newfound friend. Then he'd pry his eyes away, staring at the street or the faces of buildings they passed or at his own reflection.
The homunculus barely registered crossing over the threshold from outside to inside until the din of voices rose to his ears. There was a moment of wide-eyed bewilderment when he thought he'd lost Dante... But then Ezra relocated him, and the two men ventured to the bar.
>> "My usual, and whatever my friend here wants."
The spindly-limbed man rested his elbows in the counter, hands clasped together as he surveyed the bartender. Ezra was tempted to get another Shirley Temple, to replace his abandoned beverage from before... But now that he was a company of another man, a small part of him felt like he should imbibe, too. And even though he was a total lightweight, one drink couldn't be too terrible, right? Especially after being molested by a drunk woman... Ezra blanched.
"A Tom Collins, please," Ezra requested, setting his poetry book flat on the bar.
One drink wouldn't hurt. He quirked a smile at Dante.
"So... you're a mutant, too?" he inquired lightly, "The smoke... surprised me..."
He wasn't much a conversationalist, so he glommed onto what he knew they had in common.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 7, 2018 22:59:41 GMT -6
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>> "Hey, it's cool man, I appreciate it."
Ezra paused, dumbfounded. He wasn't upset? About being forcibly ousted from a bar? About being carried forth like a kitten by their scruff. The expression that had tightened with apologetic tension slackened, momentarily unsure if where to flit next.
>> "...so I guess we're even, huh? I mean I have no problem stepping in when people are bullying mutants. That's kind of a sore spot for me, anyway."
Ezra smiled crookedly, looking at his hands.
"You needn't thank me for anything, Mr. Schuyler," he said hastily, "I just panicked and took you with me..."
>> "You don't owe me anything, but I wouldn't mind another drink, to be honest."
The homunculus nodded his head, clasping his hands behind his back.
"It's the least I could do," he insisted, "I'll give you the honor of choosing the venue, while I contact my friends."
He should at least let Miss Charlotte and Miss Gwendolyn know that he'd left the bar with another man. Ezra flushed at the implications, hurriedly typing his message onto the keyboard of his flip-phone. Leaving to get him drinks! His flush deepened. Not that that made it any better.
Ezra pressed send and snapped the phone shut, re-pocketing the device. Mr. Schuyler was attractive, in a rogueish way. And he had a soft spot for mutants, which only heightened his appeal.
Looking rather flustered, Ezra shifted his gaze to Dante once again, "By your leave."
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 7, 2018 16:49:24 GMT -6
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The lanky librarian bent his head humbly, smiling as the boy pressed further, demanding to know Ezra's name. Or perhaps not "demanding", but "requesting".
"Mr. Pahlke," was the homunculus's soft reply, "P-a-h-"
He would have finished spelling-out his last name, but the boy's attention was snagged upon something else, and he hastily got to his feet.
>> “No freakin' way. They sell the new Alienware 17 here!”It's got Windows 10, a 32 gigabyte DDR4 that runs at 2666 megahertz, and the graphics! A NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1080 with 8 gigs? I'm not much a VR gamer, but with graphics like that they might convert me. This is like...The laptop of the gods.”
Ezra stared wide-eyed as the child appeared to speak in tongues, flitting about a specific laptop with excitement. Ezra's brow stitched, and he nodded as though he understood. It was a sleek machine, with backlit keys that gleamed iridescent colors. The homunculus's eyes drifted towards the price tag. It was double, almost triple, his budget.
>> “Oh well... Are you looking to buy a computer yourself, sir?”
"Yes," Ezra replied, prying his gaze away from the price tag, "I was using this... fossil of a thing... for the longest time... and it finally gave-up the ghost."
Ezra peered back at the "Alien" computer that the student seem so enamored with.
"Computers are much different from when I last purchased one," Ezra remarked, "They're... more streamlined."
Of course, the last time he'd purchased a computer was in the early 2000's... Ezra grimaced. Technology changed too quickly, particularly in the last three decades. Not that it was a bad thing, but it was difficult for the three-hundred-year-old mutant to keep up with the pace sometimes.
"May I ask your name?" Ezra asked the Xavier's student, "I don't suppose that you'd have... any recommendations, for an old man who knows nothing about computers?"
His hands were clasped together with determination. Since the boy had initiated contact with Ezra, the older mutant assumed it would be a safer bet to ask for his assistance, rather than harass one of the store's associates.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 5, 2018 15:56:52 GMT -6
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Ezra could feel himself clamming up, the nexus embedded in his chest whirring anxiously from the tension. Dante got to his feet, squaring-up against the man who was confronting them. Ezra lanuidly rose from his seat, as well, his hand knotting in his sweater. He backed as far into the corner as he could. What could he say in this situation? This man was being flaggrantly discriminatory against mutants, but Ezra had thrown the woman to the ground.
Dante seemed to have no shortage of words, however, as he rose to Ezra's defense, verbally dragging and berating the much larger man.
The larger man wasn't having any of it, however, dealing a uncalled-for blow to the smaller man's gut. Smoke flew from him. Was this the aggressor's doing? No, he'd grouped Ezra and other mutants as "your people", which meant... the smoke was Dante's doing. Dante staggered, Ezra reflexively put-out a steadying hand. It'd be messy if his newfound friend smacked their head against the bar.
The rest happened in a flash... Dante spewing smoke as though he'd taken the longest drag from a cigar, retrieving a stool and using it as an implement to crack over their aggressor's head. At the pit of his stomach, Ezra could feel a familiar impulse churniing. Time to go... it's time to go.
The homunculus plucked his book of poetry up off of the counter, because no matter how dire the situation, he would never leave his book. This was all his fault. If Ezra hadn't pushed the young woman in the first place, he wouldn't be witnessing the throwdown between Dante and whoever the big guy was.
"Time to go," Ezra said simply, his voice terse with anxiousness. Just as he had retrieved the book, he now felt personally responsible for Dante. A knobby hand curled into the back of the other man's shirt, and Ezra all-but-carried him through the crowd. The bouncers would be upon them if they waited much longer, and Dante would get into more trouble than the homunculus was worth.
Ezra cut through the crowd with ease, and only released the other man once they were out in the crisp air of the outdoors. Ezra tucked his book of poetry under his arm and his hands, now free, wrung themselves together anxiously.
"I, uh," he looked at Dante, and realization came crashing down on the larger mutant, "Thank you... my deepest apologies, I just... I couldn't leave you there... and, uh, thank you for, um..."
Ezra broke off, his hand-wringing growing more profound.
"At the very least, I owe you a drink, Mr. Schuyler," Ezra muttered with finality, his golden gaze surfacing to Dante's face momentarily, "Or a ride, I have a car... or an apology..."
And he owed him his thanks, too, but he'd already offered that twice.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 5, 2018 14:34:36 GMT -6
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Ezra smiled shyly and bowed his head in agreement. He vascillated between being a weepy drunk and an affectionate one, neither of which was really smiled upon in public. Perhaps that was why Ezra was soo willing to chaperone for Charlotte and Gwendolyn. The homunculus took another sip of his Shirley Temple, smiling as he rose the straw to his lips. Dante seemed like a nice man.
Had Ezra been paying anymore attention, he would have noticed a teary-eyed redhead making her way through the crowd, this time with a man in-tow. But he was smiling into his drink, not glancing around the bar.
A hand tapped Ezra's tweed-clad shoulder, and the mutant rotated in his seat. He met the gaze of a heavyset, muscle-strapped man with a shaved head and shrewd, deepset blue eyes.
"Yes?" Ezra inquired.
"Heard you were getting rough with my gal," the man said sharply.
Ezra followed the man's gaze, spying the familiar teary-eyed redhead. His polite smile faltered. He glanced towards Dante, his throat clenching.
"I... uh... your... companion was doing... untoward things... to me," Ezra protested, "She would not leave me alone."
"So I'm guessing your kind think it's okay to treat a woman like that?" the guy demanded, drawing his face close to Ezra's. The homunculus could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 5, 2018 1:04:56 GMT -6
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"I-it's quite alright," Ezra assured the woman, his tone climbing slightly, "I am very easily startled." Ezra watched as the woman moved to curtsy, and then caught herself, and clasped her hand in Ezra's.
"M-Miss Gwen," he repeated. As soon as the handshake was exchanged, Ezra's hand hastily retreated to the terracotta pot. He bowed imperceptibly. Still, the woman's seeming old-fashioned-ness was striking to the man. He wanted desparately to ask about it, but it didn't seem proper.
He nodded in agreement when Gwendolyn remarked how she loved cats, a genuine smile touching his features. He also loved his cats. And if he were feeling any more forward, he'd invite Miss Gwendolyn to tea, to meet Alice and Gertrude, but he wasn't that forward.
>> "Do you do this garden by yourself?"
"Yes, madame, I am the chief gardener," he proclaimed, "R-right now I'm planting some sprouts that I've kept inside until now... I think it's finally warm enough to transplant them. And if everything works-out, they'll make for some lovely vegetables in the summer."
The garden was one matter of pride for the homunculus. Ezra looked towards his shoes.
"I shan't keep you from your morning reverie," he said hurriedly, "I think I will... get my sprouts out of the mud room before the sun gets too hot... W-would you like some tea while you have a look around? I, uh, already have a kettle of water on the stove."
This was indeed true. He hadn't intended upon sharing it with anyone, but Ezra felt kind-of bad about ignoring the woman altogether. At least if he offered her tea, he wasn't totally dismissing her.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 3, 2018 21:49:46 GMT -6
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Ezra said nothing in response to the man's remarks. He wasn't wrong, but... It embarrassed Ezra to think like that, much less speak like that... He smiled uncertainly into the mixed beverage before him, a grayish flush deepening in his cheeks. The taller man joined in the chuckle, however his laugh was half-hearted and uncertain, fading before it grew to robust.
He was ashamed of pushing her, even if she'd deserved it. They exchanged handshakes. His name was Dante, Dante Schuyler. The two exchanged a handshake, Ezra's grasp on Dante's hand was very light.
"Like Dante Aligheri, the poet," Ezra sighed, "It's a good name. The pleasure is mine."
Ezra turned, facing inwardly again. Turning to shake hands had required him to turn his body. A dreamy look crept into his eyes, but only because he was thinking about the Divine Comedy... Thinking about books seemed to placate him, at least for the moment.
"I tend not to imbibe in public in general," the homunculus reiterated, "I get emotional."
He smiled, feeling pathetic. Imagine a man, getting sentimental over nothing except a few drinks....
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 3, 2018 16:51:49 GMT -6
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Ezra refused to sit, at first. It was as though he was entranced. Then, he noticed (dimly) that someone was cleaning-up his spilled drink. Embarrassment prompted him to assist in the clean-up, but he hadn't a towel with which to help. So instead, he simply murmured, "Good heavens, I'm so sorry!" at intervals while the barkeep attended to the mess.
"Good heavens," he reiterated, eyeing the now-mopped counter. Someone spoke to him, and Ezra pressed his small poetry book to his chest, worried that someone was going to give him grief. It was a smaller man, and he came bearing another Shirley Temple.
>> "There you go, bud. On me. People can do such assholes."
Ezra balked slightly at the man's language, but the proferred beverage and sympathetic tone was enough to prompt the lanky mutant to sit beside him.
"That... that woman was doing immoderate things to me!" Ezra protested. Of course, since the other man was offering him a replacement drink, he was probably well aware of this.
"I-I don't usually come to places like this," Ezra admonished, stirring his drink with a straw, "I was just... just chaperoning my neighbors, and that... that woman..."
Ezra's knobby index finger beat a staccato on the side of the glass, and he wrung his hands around it.
"I've never seen the appeal in places like this," Ezra concluded, which he decided was better than speaking poorly of a woman, however immoderate that woman might be. He took a sip of the proferred drink, cracking an uneasy smile at him, "M-my name is Ezra. Ezra Pahlke."
The homunculus started at the voice, nearly dropping a potted sprount onto his feet. Thankfully, his reflexes were much faster than that, an dhe caught the plant. The only casualty was a bit of spilled potting soil. Ezra glanced over his shoulder, the rest of his body following his gaze as he faced the young woman. It was none other than Charlotte's romantic interest. These days, people called them girlfriends or boyfriends. It was one step before "betrothed", though often people did not make it to that step... or so Ezra had been told.
>> "Good morning! I believe you are Ezra?"
"Ah, yes-" Ezra said hurriedly, adjusting the pot into one hand, while wiping his hand upon his apron. He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks, likely in embarrassment. New people were a challenge for him. This made finding new tenants a particular challenge. Ezra extended the freshly-wiped hand towards the young woman, smiling amicably, "I-I d-don't believe we've met, Miss-?"
Once greetings were exchanged, Ezra would turn quickly, to set his potted sprout next to the planter box, hastily making excuses, "I m-must apologize for not having made your acquaintance yet, madame, but I d-do tend to keep to myself quite a bit... I'm sure Miss Charlotte's told you that... or m-maybe not, but... I occupy the garden apartment, there-" he gestured vaguely to the house, "A-and it's just myself, Alice, and Gertrude... Alice and Gertrude, being my cats..."
His lips formed an expression that lingered somewhere between an uncertain smile and mild discomfort, sincerely hoping that the young woman was understanding what he meant. He was not an outgoing person. New people made him nervous. This information was, unfortuantely, subtext to what he'd said.
"J-just myself, my cats, and my plants," he concluded, eyeing the potted plants that awaited him at the back door.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 1, 2018 21:20:05 GMT -6
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Ezra extended a hand to help the boy up, but he nimbly got to his feet on his own.
>> "No worries, I've had worse meetings with the floor."
Ezra nodded wordlessly, and began to anxiously wring his hands instead. Golden eyes cut sideways. He began to turn away.
>> "Wait."
The homunculus did as instructed, wondering what the surprise collision warranted. He watched as the boy opened his backpack. The boy summoned a book and cracked it open. He was an artist.
"I am afraid I don't understand..." Ezra began to insist. He didn't have any time to look at pictures, or be drawn. The boy paused on a page, which featured a familiar figure upon the page. It was... him.
>> "Hey, you from the school, right?"
Ezra blinked, his anxious hands lowering slightly. He inclined his head at the drawings that very clearly depicted... Ezra himself. And they were good drawings, too.
"I am..." Ezra replied, cracking a smile, "I'm the librarian..."
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The lady giggled when Ezra insisted that he was a librarian, altogether oblivious to the terseness in his tone.
"A librarian, huh," the lady crooned, attempting to fuss with Ezra's hair. Ezra batted at the woman's hand. Maybe he should just... relocate? Somewhere away from the bar, where inebriated women would not be a bother... "That means you're... pretty smart, right?"
"N-no," Ezra replied. He was well-read, certainly, but his intellect was, at best, average...
"Jjjjin martini, please," the lady proclaimed, loudly, in the direction of the barkeep. The bartender made no intdication of hearing her. She returned her attention to Ezra, appraising him.
"Yaknow," she trilled, a hand settling on Ezra's thigh. The homunculus froze, "Yer pretty tall... you know what they say abou' tall guys, right?"
Her hand was creeping higher, and this flipped a switch in Ezra. An open hand connected with the woman's shoulder and pushed her away. Ezra had stood up, his golden eyes saucerlike. Perhaps in some situations, other visible mutants would welcome such attention, but... not him...
The force of the shove sent the woman reeling backward. She lost her footing and went down. He hadn't shoved her roughly, but... a light shove from a guy who was seven-feet tall... wasn't a light shove at all. The crowd gasped at the woman, who yelled incoherently in alarm.
In any other situation, Ezra would have extended a hand to her, but instead he knotted a hand in his sweater. She terrified him. By some miracle, she got to her feet, screaming a stream of obscenities. Ezra held his hands up, looking to be on the verge of tears.
Having said her piece, the woman stormed back into the fray of the dancefloor, hopefully never to return. Ezra did not reclaim his seat.
He glanced towards his drink, which had been toppled in the exchange. Great. He looked back out towards the dance floor... no sight of Miss Gwendolyn or Miss Charlotte...
He sniffed indignantly. He couldn't leave them... but he didn't want to stay...
