The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Mar 7, 2020 18:33:07 GMT -6
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She had admittedly been a little thrown off when Praxi’s hands had innocent grazed her hips in an attempt to match the dance movements they were sharing. It reminded her too much of those teasing, lecherous grazes that those sick politicians in Atlantis gifted upon her. It was enough to make her stomach turn. But while the act itself made her skin crawl, the fact that it was Praxi contradicted her initial feeling. There was confusion and uncertainty, both feelings that she didn’t have the capacity to unpack just yet.
Relief filled her eyes when Praxi said that she could do as requested, keeping her hands up on her shoulders as opposed to any lower. It wasn’t that Celeste didn’t trust the mutant (though should she trust her having just met?), it was more that there was muscle memory associated with being touched any lower. But Praxi seemed to respect that and instead kept her hands upon the galaxy mutant’s arms.
That was one tick in the trust box. Maybe the aggressive gorgon wasn’t so bad after all.
Her own dancing continued, slower and more timed in order to help Praxi find the beat. It seemed she was doing well, even extending an arm back in an attempt to find her own beat with the music. It was truly a gorgeous sight that Celeste could only smile. Her own fears calming, she nodded encouragement to the slime mutant as they continued their dance.
However, what she hadn’t noticed was that the song choice had shifted. She had a litany of music available to her and wanted to listen to all of it so she often had her library shuffled. In this particular instance, the music shifted to something softer. It was still rhythmic, with a beat to follow, but this song didn’t require as much movement...nor as much space.
The color of galaxies and stars deepened into a shade of rosy red once again when both the random music choice and Praxi’s words seemed to conspire against her. She looked down, her starlight eyes dimmed behind her squinting eyelids before she turned her attention back to meet the other girl’s gaze.
Once she recovered a little, she snorted a bit. She had heard similar things before from a lowly poet who had been infatuated with her to Atlantean senators who wanted a plaything once she was ready. In all cases, Celeste had been uncomfortable, hating those honeyed words every time they were uttered. But she wasn’t in Atlantis anymore. She didn’t need to be so guarded and if she allowed herself to, the slime woman’s words actually felt...nice.
Still with a blush, she bit her lip before replying. ”Th...ank...y-yoouu…” she choked out. After swallowing again, she grumbled out another reply. ”G-Gree...n…fa..vor...ite...c-color…”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 22, 2020 18:45:49 GMT -6
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She liked dancing. She was beginning to learn that it was one of the most joyous things she could engage in now that she was free from her slavery. The truest form of freedom, Celeste threw herself into the music, moving, twirling, and dancing with every beat. This was the essence of freedom and it was something that she was going to partake in as vigorously as possible.
One new interesting development was that despite how embarrassed she was about dancing in view of others, there was something more interesting about helping teach another to dance. Celeste had never been told she was “good” at something, at least not something that she could take pride in. and dancing was certainly something she wanted to take pride in.
Though things had started out shaky, now she was smiling just a little more softly for Praxi. The gorgon had every right to be upset towards those in the palace but it wasn’t as if Celeste had led a blessed life. Sure she was fed, and yes there were some things easier for her than those who lived in the streets, but they both had their trials. She was only glad that they were finding some sort of common ground.
Her hands hovered near where Praxi’s hips should be, being careful to not fully touch her as she didn’t know what the consistency of her slime-like body would be like. Though a touch or two was impossible to avoid, she didn’t outright feel them as they happened. Rather she just continued on, nodded agreeably to Praxi’s attempts. They weren’t perfect but she was finding her own way of discovering the beat; and that was exactly what freedom was supposed to be, right?
And speaking of, it was time to let those conscious movements go and focus on feeling where the music wanted to take her. Celeste grinned as she shook her head, her hair whipped to the left and right. Her arms moved more wildly and she encouraged Praxi to do the same! Even her little planetoids began to spin and twirl about her body, orbiting at a strangely familiar rhythm.
She nodded, silently giggling as Praxi began to cut loose. Arms out, she shook and quivered until a hand was placed on Celeste’s shoulder. Instantly she froze, her starlit eyes blinking in confusion, unsure of what to make of the development. Praxi was soon to catch onto this afterward, stopped, instantly apologizing. Her dance slowed, a little conservative and nervous once more as she retracted, Celeste watching her the whole time.
Touching was something she could do and she could feel. But it wasn’t always attached to the best memories. Awkwardly she shifted, her eyes lowering as she danced slowly again, merely turning her hips and shoulders, but not meeting Praxi’s eyes. Reaching to the side, she plucked up her phone and typed in a response while the music played.
”Touch okay. No hurt. Unless sad or angry. She paused, struggling with what to say next. ”Not below shoulder. Okay?” Afterwards, she steeled herself up and beckoned Praxi closer. If she needed a guide, she could provide that, so long as she was okay with it.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 20, 2020 12:12:13 GMT -6
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Celeste continued to stare at Jude in awe. Save for a mirror, she had never seen anyone with her abilities. It had always been just her and her celestial, goddess-like appearance. She never understood the attention that she got because to her, she just looked like this. She lived with it like a curse and didn’t see any of the beauty. But when she looked upon her new friend, she could certainly see where someone would be inspired.
There was a poet once. A young boy around her age, another royal, that had taken a liking to her. Secretly he would meet with her, try to talk to her. And though she refuted him because it was against the rules, he didn’t stop trying to be her friend. Often times he would call her his muse and recite poetry. Really it wasn’t the best, not that she knew any better, but over time she understood just how sweet it was.
And now, looking upon Jude as he copied her completely, she could see where some of that inspiration would come from.
Jude seemed embarrassed and stated he didn’t mean to, that he could copy abilities. Celeste tilted her head, curious as she looked him over. When he described his powers like “a mirror” paused, thought it over, and nodded her head. She understood and looked over to the kindly doctor, pointing at her doppleganger.
DocProf nodded. “Yes. He mirrors abilities. But it isn’t permanent. He’ll be okay.”
Celeste turned, tilted her head at Jude again and then smiled softly when he asked if he could get up. She offered her hand to him, or her shoulder, whatever he needed to help him stand. Drawing closer, she peered into that endless void across his skin, the neon pink hairs, and the bright, star-like eyes.
”P-P-Pree...tt...y…” she said in as teasing a tone as she could muster. They were friends again. She could tease him.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 18, 2020 15:23:05 GMT -6
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Celeste was my no means an expert but she had been taught early on in the palace about movement and rhythm. Of course the dancing in Atlantis was more structured, more tame. It allowed for things to be predictable and served as a grading skill for those slaves that could be put to more entertaining use. Celeste hated it but she did what was necessary to survive, even if it meant putting herself on display.
But not anymore. Though she knew that it could be viewed poorly, Celeste really did like to dance. And so she started to do it when she was alone here in the mansion. It was a secret that she kept to herself, no one else knew about it, that is until now.
Praxi was a little angry but she seemed to understand that Celeste wasn’t part of that old regime. She suffered too. And the fact that she tried to calm her down, instead of throwing it back into her face meant a lot to void-filled demi-god. So she would give her a chance.
Celeste didn’t catch any of the uncomfortableness that the slime gorgon may, or may not, have had. It was common practice for her to complimentary towards others. Not that she didn’t think that Praxi was a pretty name. It was just something that she automatically slipped into whenever she was trying to be “nice”. The denizens at the palace, they always liked it when the slaves were nice. Some habits were hard to break.
She didn’t contemplate it. Instead she focused on the dancing. Standing before Praxi she began to move in time with the beat, starting with her head to give the other girl a sense of finding the beat there first. She then moved lower, her shoulders moving in time, then her hips. Though Praxi didn’t have the same kind of body that Celeste had, she seemingly was keeping up quite well. Enough to make the space goddess smile.
She nodded her head, indicating that she was doing a good job. She then reached out, her hands hovering to where Praxi’s hips should and tried to guide her without touching her. After a few minor adjusts, Celeste started to dance more energetically to the song and gave the slime girl a wide, sweet smile.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 15, 2020 0:48:42 GMT -6
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She truly felt embarrassed. Jude was just acting like a clown. A deceiver but for the sake of humor, not harm. She cursed in her mind. The surface was different. That was a fact that she kept forgetting. They had more nuances up here which blurred areas that directly conflicted with the hard, set-in-stone rules of Atlantis. She would learn, she knew she would, but it was going to take time. Meanwhile, she needed to be more level headed, otherwise innocent people could get hurt.
People like Jude or the kindly DocProf.
Her face covered, she refused to look at Jude, even as he offered an apology and forgave her for her actions. The embarrassment was evident, coloring the galaxies and stars on her cheeks into shadows of pink.
Then she felt something. Not something physical but something more on a spiritual level. It was as if something were being siphoned off from her, just a tiny piece. This sensation made her lift her head, turning curiously back to DocProf and Jude -- when she saw something strange.
Jude. He was eclipsed in dark, inky black and blue shadows. It looked strange upon him, like he had been dipped in ink. Only when she wiped her tears away did she finally realize what was happening. Small pinpoints of light appeared all over his body, then cloudy, multicolored nebulas, and streaking comets of bright light. She gasped. She had seen this before, but only when she looked into a looking glass.
He was like her now. His legs were fine, but now he seemed exactly like her. It was honestly startling to see in another.
He broke the silence, asking if she was okay. Mutely she nodded, advancing on him. Her hands reached out to cup his cheek, wanting to turn his face left and right as she looked him over. Was this an illusion? Another lie so that he could prank her? No, it seemed far too real.
She gulped, her voice croaking as she tried to force herself to talk. ”M-M-Meeee?” she asked. ”L-L-Li...ke...m-m….e?”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 12, 2020 11:53:14 GMT -6
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The breathing helped. DocProf was the only one who really knew what she went through. Really knew. He was the first one she felt comfortable opening up to and the look on his face when she told him, she would never forget it. After that, he seemed to take extra care of her, stating that if she needed anything to come to him and just ask. She felt safe with him. He was the standard by which she graded everyone else. So when he offered her tips on how to handle her traumas, she accepted them, gratefully.
Now it really seemed to work. She knew that when her emotions became too much to handle that she could change. She could affect things in ways that she didn’t want to. If she became really sad, the stars dimmed and everything around her got extremely cold. If she got angry, the stars would flare and everything would burn. She needed to be careful. She spent so long swallowing her emotions that now she was allowed to feel them, it became difficult to control.
But she was managing. She didn’t want to hurt anyone and so she was trying to take every precaution to not.
She sniffled and watched the slime gorgon. The mound of slime introduced herself as Eupraxia -- or she could call her Praxi. She seemed a little unsure about Celeste’s offer to teach her dance but she was willing. It was just that she didn’t have movement in the usual sense. Her body was slime so no limbs, no curves, except for whatever she wanted them to be. Praxi did make herself bigger a few moments ago, didn’t she? There should then be some control over certain things.
Her phone chimed in again. ”Yes. Will work. Praxi. Pretty name.”
She smiled. The tears had gone and she started to feel just a little more comfortable. So she stood and started to type into her phone. A few quick words and search later and a new song came up. Praxi said that her earlier dancing had been unique. Though that was more just uncontained enjoyment, she looked for a song that would be more appropriate. After a few taps, a new song began to play on her phone.
Celeste turned to Praxi and made a gesture that signaled for Praxi to follow her movements. She then offered her an encouraging smile as she waited for the beat. She started to bop her head to it, starting high and slowly moving lower to her shoulders, her chest, and then her hips. In turn they all started to move to the beat. She would keep her more energetic movements to a minimum until Praxi got the swing of things this was just to teach her beat.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 12, 2020 11:52:23 GMT -6
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She was angry. She didn’t like liars. Liars were the type of people that festered and succeeded in the halls of the Atlantean palace. They were always whispering lies, causing dissention amongst the royals, promising gifts and bringing only torture to her fellow slaves. It was not something that she took lightly. Joking, playing around, those weren’t things that Celeste was familiar with so while her reaction may seem unwarranted, for her, she was dealing with a liar!
She stomped. Her breathing ragged. The anger just washed over her, causing each distant, twinkling star in her body to suddenly grow brighter and brighter, the air practically burning and causing that strange, ozone smell. Quivering her rage, her eyes opened and looked like burning white dwarf stars as she set her gaze on Jude.
He was looking panicked at DocProf about whatever he was saying, she couldn’t hear. The blood pounded in her ears. The world retched and turned as she felt her anger begin to boil over. From what she could tell, he was obviously scared. Good. Liars needed to be scared into telling the truth.
Jude tried to reach out before he inevitably collapsed down onto his knee. Her anger subsided just enough for her to hear him: apologies. He was offering apologies for his actions, saying that he was only being “silly”. Silly she recognized Silly reminded her of the clowns that would be tasked with entertaining the palace royals. So he was trying to be...funny? Lying to be funny?
The concept seemed alien and strange to her. As the words sunk in, she remembered seeing young ones around this mansion, playing “pretend” in similar ways. It began to dawn on her that her reaction really was unwarranted and as she came to this conclusion, the brightness slowly began to dim.
As each twinkling star dimmed more and more, the heat lowered and coolness filled the room again. She was embarrassed. The stars and galaxies that swirled within her body began to shift into a bright, pinkish hue. Stepping away from the spot she had been planted in, she hugged her arms to herself and looked down: two scorch marks from where her feet had been had been burned into the tile. She gulped, her eyes looking from Jude, to DocProf. She gulped and stammered out a very weak and whispered word.
”S-Sor-rryy,” she croaked. She then turned away and covered her embarrassed face.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 8, 2020 15:03:37 GMT -6
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She could hear them. She could feel them. The scars ran deep and they poked at her whenever she thought about them too hard. They were bad people who did bad things. They expected you to behave, to keep order, to never step out of line. Those who did were immediately punished, banished, or traded to the lowest and most dastardly in the court. Those who did as they were told, were able to live another day in fear. It wasn’t a life of luxury that the palace gorgons had -- it was a life of dread.
Celeste closed her eyes, trying to force out those memories. When she first arrived here in the mansion, surrounded by what would normally be referred to as “demigods”, she disliked all of them. She hid herself away, rarely staying in her own room but rather looking for hidden away nooks and crannies to stuff herself into. They always found her, but they didn’t yank her away. Instead they were kind, they were patient, and they allowed her the space that she needed.
Mr. Cervantes had been the first that she opened up to. He didn’t stifle her. He didn’t even offer advice. He just sat with her, on a rooftop, watching the evening sky and introducing her to a new favorite snack -- cookies. That didn’t mean she trusted all of them, however. But she wasn’t as adverse to the idea as she originally was.
But the slime gorgon brought those memories back. The sickening smile, the lewd eyes, she cringed and curled into herself. She wanted to hide. As her sadness grew, the room grew colder, ice forming wherever she stepped and whatever she touched. Finding a corner, she curled herself into it, trying to shake the feelings away but the scar ran deep. It was hard to ignore it.
But a voice broke through. Peeking over the fingers that cupped her face, she found the gorgon there, speaking in a much more soothing, reassuring tone. She reminded her that they weren’t down there anymore. They weren’t “gorgons”. The palace and the king of Atlantis were gone. They could be safe. To hear from that a street gorgon, one who spent their entire lives running, it obviously meant a lot. Even Celeste felt her resolve to push her away weaken.
She took deep breaths. DocProf, the kindly old healer, taught her this technique. To breathe deep, to focus on good things, and to let the bad things go. Celeste tried and it often took time, but it helped to have someone else near her with reassuring words. With a big, final breath, she felt the tightness in her chest loosen. The other tried to change the subject, asking about her dancing. The stars that flowed across her cheeks flared a deep red of embarrassment.
Looking at her, she offered a soft, genuine smile. Her lips opened but, rather than struggle to talk, she just mouthed the words “Thank You.”
She then sniffled, her eyes moving to the table where she left her phone. Picking it up she pulled it close, typing up a response. Again, the electronic voice spoke for her.
”Dancing. Fun with right music. I teach?” she asked, looking at her. She then blinked as she quickly typed up another question. ”Name?”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 5, 2020 12:33:54 GMT -6
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The stars dimmed and the air within a few inches around Celeste all began to dim. Her head lowered as she began to shake. She hated to think about her time in the palace. She hated the misconception that just because she was a palace slave that she was treated better than everyone. But that wasn’t the truth. It was far from it. She had been just as poorly treated as many of the gorgons that lived in the streets or down in the necropolis. It was just a different way of hurting.
She shivered as she looked down at the phone in her hand. A thin layer of frost began to over take it. Quickly she set it aside on a nearby table, not wanting to damage the device that allowed her speech. Chunks of the carpet began to freeze over from her feet so she tried to slink back but the coldness in the air only continued to grow. She was sad. She needed to take control.
Celeste moved to the wall, far from the slime gorgon and curled herself inward. She clenched her fist, closed her eyes, and tried to push out any of the bad thoughts that wanted to invade. But the gorgon, she kept talking, she mused that pets were supposed to be cared for. They were supposed to be fed. They weren’t supposed to be hurt because pets were a responsibility.
Hurt. She was hurt. All the palace slaves were hurt.
She turned to the gorgon. From around her eyes there floated small, crystalline chunks, tears that had been turned to ice and were now floating away from her, joining the orbit of planetoids that circled her body. Her pose denoted that of an injured animal, trying to curl itself away from further harm, protecting vital organs and being terrified. Celeste gulped as she stared at slime girl, as if trying to judge if she could trust her, before she very softly and very meekly nodded her head.
And from the dead silence of the void, there came a sound. A choking, struggling sound of atrophied vocal cords struggling to find use. A wheezing, shaky breath came out, and then in, and then out again. It sounded like Celeste was struggling to breath but if one listened closely enough, they could just barely make out that the sounds had pattern; it wasn’t breathing -- it was words.
”H-Hur...t...us...” she pointed to her throat. ”...Tra...in...us...”, a sniffle, ”...T-T-Tra...de…us...” she began to struggle more. ”...Use...u-u-us.”.
She stopped, holding her her throat as the pain to talk began to overwhelm her. She hated talking about it. But up here, people needed to know the truth.
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 2, 2020 1:22:08 GMT -6
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Celeste was somewhat aware of what happened to the Gorgons in the rest of the city. King Atlan was not known for having a soft touch with the populace. He upheld the old laws with extreme prejudice and all the Gorgons suffered for it. Those that weren’t beautiful, that were better off not being looked at, were cast out. The streets were unkind to them, especially the patrolling guards. She knew the stories though she had only witnessed such things a few times first hand.
There was a Gorgon was. A little boy who looked like a crustacean with a hard outer shell, pincers for hands, and tendrils hanging over his mouth. He was the sweetest little gorgon. The son of the one of the palace royals, he should have had a life of leisure thrust upon him. But King Atlan hated him. He wouldn’t allow such imperfection in his home.
The royal begged. She pleaded. Celeste and a couple others who were standing along the walls, holding trays and looking beautiful, observed the violence that Atlan inflicted upon her. And Celeste whimpered in silence as the child was ripped from her hands before being handed off to his closest guard.
Celeste could still hear the screams if things were silent enough. It wasn’t a sound she easily forgot.
However, for as much as she and her fellow palace Gorgons suffered, it seemed paled in comparison to the slime girl’s. The look she gave her, the utter contempt forced Celeste to turn her eyes away and down to the ground. The galaxies that swirled in the far away distance in her cheeks seemingly changed into a shade of deep, embarrassed pink. Her words hurt. Probably more than she wanted them to.
She frowned, her eyes bleary as she held up her phone and started to type a response. Memories of her time there, the subtle sickness that she felt hanging over her like a blanket replayed in her head, over and over again as she sought a response.
”Yes. Palace pet. Bad place. Bad things.” She gulped. At first glance, it would seem like the darkness in her was growing. The stars softened and began to dim the sadder she grew. ”Bad people.”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Feb 2, 2020 1:21:12 GMT -6
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Celeste’s eyes widened when Jude proclaimed that his demise was immenient. She cupped her hands over her mouth, looking between her newfound friend and the doctor. But, they got him here in time! The doctor should have been able to save him! Ugh! As his tongue lolled out from his lips, she felt a pang of sadness deep in her chest. How tragic!
The doctor seemed to be taking it all in stride. He thanked her for her help, referring to the fact that there was a corpse in his office as nonchalantly as possible. This place was utter madness!
Then Jude popped his head back up, arguing with the doctor. That was enough to scare Celeste out of her wits. She jumped, her mouth still covered by her hands. What was happening? There was further exchange between the doctor and Jude and it finally dawned on her that they were having a laugh. Jude pretended. He feigned death. And that, well, that was just cruel.
Her eyes narrowed, she stomped her foot as they continued. DocProf noticed it first and ignored Jude as the boy asked Celeste if she knew what he liked. Anyone looking at her would notice that the once twinkling stars that were trapped in the ebb and flow of her body were not growing brighter, and brighter, merging into blanket of pure light.
DocProf nodded to Jude. “Boy, you best apologize to her,” he said. “Otherwise we’re both in trouble.”
Celeste stomped her foot again, eyeing Jude squarely. Her hoarse, struggling throat barely managed to squeak out the words. ”L-L-Li-ar…b-ad...”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 31, 2020 16:21:05 GMT -6
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Celeste was trained to not confront. Life in the palace, though it seemed to be full of wonder and fulfillment, was often very harsh. Palace gorgons had many expectations placed upon them. Those that couldn’t keep up were cast out into darker, more malevolent places in Atlantis. Those that managed to survive and stay in the palace often wished that they hadn’t. Were there some who thrived? Of course, the most arrogant and cruel, but the rest, they were just kids.
Kids who endured to breathe another day, did so without really asking why they wanted to. Celeste was like that. She lived. She endured. She suffered. She went through all of it without really wondering why she was doing so. Hope was a rare thing for palace gorgons (often confused for demigods just because they were beautiful), so why she continued to endure, she never knew.
One thing she was aware of was that confrontation was bad. So she was meek, she was quiet, and she never kicked up a fuss. It seemed that those harsh lessons continued to follow her ever after her emancipation as she tried to keep her gaze neutral upon the slimy creature.
She affirmed that her clothes were her own and that she was from Atlantis. That seemed to appease the other, causing only a slight softening of her features. Celeste stared at her, holding her phone in her hand as she readied to reply further to any interrogation. But the other didn’t seem as aggressive, instead inquiring from where in Atlantis she hailed? If it were the streets, she wasn’t recognized, unless she had been in the Necropolis.
Celeste sighed. Her sapphire eyes twinkled with distant nebulae as she thought for a moment and then typed in a new response. Her fingers flew, tapping the keys with precision, then tapping the “Delete” button in annoyance, and then retyping things in better context. Several seconds went by before she finally hit the “Speak” option.
”No pits. No streets. From Capital.” She stopped, she eyed the slime-mutant closely and then typed in two final words before hitting send. ”Palace slave.”
Posted by Celeste Teal on Jan 31, 2020 16:20:25 GMT -6
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Horhay
Celeste had truly grown to like the old man. There was something warm about him, about his presence that made her feel at home. She honestly didn’t know that was a feeling at all. Her life in the palace was being in a state of constant fear. Fear that some noble would take a liking to her and turn her into a house pet. It was something that kept her up at night, that made her wary of unfamiliar faces, and kept her sullen and quiet.
But not DocProf. He seemed like a genuinely nice man and made this mansion, as suspicious as it was, into someplace she could actually feel comfortable in. Genuinely, Celeste was starting to feel good calling this place home.
After the doctor had finished ensuring that Jude was okay, his attention and questions then turned to Celeste who was still meekly staying near the door. He knew how to speak with her, not demanding any complex answers other than a shake of her head or a smile from her lips. Truly he was a nice man.
Did she have any further issues since they met? She shook her head. No. He knew that her voice box wasn’t the most well-developed and talking was a trial, but she was practicing as much as she dared to.
Did this rascal selflishly enlist her help? She smiled wide. Covering her mouth with her cupped hands, she laughed mutely and nodded her head, Yes. The boy was a rascal.
At this point Celeste turned and spied a whiteboard nearby. Taking up a dry erase marker, she pulled off the cap and wrote in a small, out of the way corner: B Ok? and then looked imploringly at DocProf, glancing also in Jude’s direction.
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Aug 11, 2024 9:27:08 GMT -6
Horhay
When DocProf appeared, Celeste actually smiled; she smiled. It was not something she did often, mainly because such expressions were punished in the Atlantean palace. But since she came to the world of the X-Men, she was steadily learning to smile more and more. Still, it was saved only for the most special of people and DocProf was certainly one who was special enough to deserve it. His kindness, his gentle manners, if there was anyone she trusted in this building, it was him.
She dipped her head to the older man as he nodded to her. The conversation then switched to Jude who was immediately taken in and set up on one of the beds. The doctor seemed to be used to similar antics from Jude and didn’t seem none too pleased but he wasn’t going to turn him away. Instead he promised to stay with him as her new friend attempted to undo what had been done to his legs.
Celeste didn’t want to get in the way so she hung back, keeping her distance by hanging out against the door, her arms crossed over her chest. The planetoids that usually circled her head now moved down, orbiting her wrist like a strange, floating bracelet. She said nothing and merely watch, her eyes peering from behind head hair, looking between the doctor, Jude, and the lizard gorgon that had just assisted.
She still wasn’t fully sure what to think about this place but it seemed she was constantly being proven wrong about her suspicions. Maybe they really were here to help. Maybe...they could actually give her the chance at a life. She shook those thoughts away, however, and instead focused on Jude, silently hoping he could be helped.
