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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Dashi? That perked her interest. She sat up a litter straighter while she listened. Though, he had her at 'Miso'. The moment he mentioned it little flowers and stars may as well have appeared in her eyes.
Snagging her fish in her feet, she prepped herself to hop from the tree. One butt wiggle for balance and a leap later and she was airborne.
When she landed, it was not like a small black cat. She'd formed a human body around herself while falling, one with a sharp black bob and fuzzy black ears atop her head. She stood from her crouch, in colorful mimicry of the fashions popular in Tokyo at that moment. Two tails waved around languidly behind her. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat and offered a very human smile, complete with a dainty blush all the Japanese girls wore in the dramas.
"It feels like it's been forever since I last enjoyed Miso with anyone but my sister."
He introduced himself and she bowed slightly. "Hazimemashite! My name is Isida, Hiyori. Please call me Hiyori, Des-San."
She found herself watching his ears and twitching hers in a similar way whenever they moved.
"Thank you for paying for my fish... I am very grateful!"
She clawed her way easily up into one of the higher branches, plopped her butt down at its widest part, and laid her front paws over her fish to keep it in place (and the sky rats at bay). Getting the scales off could sometimes be a bit of a task... unless she just went for the insides where it had been cut open. Did she dare risk another bath from her sister for it?
She never got the chance to decide. A voice popped up from below and instantly her hackles rose. The wee cat up on the branch above started growling like she was a beast twice her own size and peeked down at her accuser. Had he seen?
What greeted her eyes was not what she had expected and temporarily caused all her fur to stand on end. Both her tails flapped around angrily. Her nose was telling her there was another cat down there, and her instinctual paranoid was screaming at her that he wanted her fish.
Half of a hiss got out before her human brain kicked back in and pointed out that the one with ears and a tail was not, in fact, some common street cat looking for a meal... but a human. A mutant? Unless the ears and tail were just crazy good prosthetics.
The tension instantly left her and her pupils returned to normal size if a little round with curiosity. She sniffed at him curiously from her perch, mouth open just enough to catch a bit more scent.
... She could sense death on him as well. Possibly old... Hmm.
Hiyori sat up, one paw still on her fish, and tilted her head at him. What had he been saying?
"...Stealing?" The dead eyes of the Bluefish looked up at her and the wee cat instantly looked a bit guilty.
"Ah... that." She batted at the fish listessly, maybe a tiny bit shamed.
"Neither." She mumbled, reluctant to admit her shortcomings to a stranger. Then again... what if he was a policeofficer?
"...I...occasionally have trouble denying my more animalistic tendencies. Particularly around fish."
A ruckus suddenly sprang up from the other end of the market. "That damn cat is back!" Shouted one of the workers, waving around a fillet knife helplessly.
A few of the people shopping turned to see a small dark cat come sailing over a counter, scramble to get up on top of a shelf, and then turn back to look at the poor man screaming at her.
She felt bad. A little. A smidge... but this was literally the only place in town that had quality fish and, alas, she didn't have a wallet. Not on her, at least.
Hiyori grinned, pupils slit and feral, with a smallish Bluefish clamped between her teeth comically. She wasted no time in leaping from the shelf to the floor and taking off full speed between legs and out the open door.
"@#$^, That's the third one this week!" One man cursed while ripping his hat off.
Another merely chuckled as he went about putting more fresh fish on the ice beds.
"Gotta quit leaving the door open, Frank."
The cat slowed once she was on the sidewalk, and set about trotting off toward the nearest tree with her catch for a nice snack. She knew by this point that they didn't often leave the store to chase her. She often took the cheaper fish, and small ones at that, so they weren't really losing much.
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Escape? Of course, they would. Hiyori was confident in that. A bag could only hold her for so long, even if it seemed impervious to her nails at the moment.
The cat stilled when a male voice popped up. Haru? A Japanese name? The cat flung out a few short questions in Japanese. She was seriously going to be pissed if she'd somehow made it all the way back home against her will.
A moment later the sack tore, light peeked in and if she had been any other Japanese teen a heartthrob right out of a Jpop dream was smiling down at her. Luckily, she wasn't the type to fixate on looks. Instead, she fixated on intent. Haru, as he had introduced himself, definitely gave off hero vibes. Didn't smell like death, either. Always a plus.
Also, she'd seen a few of his videos on Viewtube! He was quite entertaining and had a semi-rabid fan club.
Once he had moved away, she freed herself from the sack fully, turning to kick it away with disdain. Haru had moved off to give the girl she was talking to a haircut, which would have been weird had she not been physically restrained by her own hair.
That was... unusual.
Now that she could see, she summoned up a form that would actually be beneficial. Her shorthaired, cat-eared, dual tailed human form manifested in a billow of purple energy, and Hiyori vanished into its stomach. She glanced around, stretching her clawed fingers in preparation for the coming fight.
The last two kidnapped children were tucked away against another wall. She headed for them while Haru freed the other woman, who, once freed, asked how she looked. Hiyori peeked over her shoulder at her. Why... did she look familiar all of the sudden? Where had she seen that girl before
"You look fine... and ready for some retribution."
The one she had heard sniffling was a younger girl. Maybe six or seven at the very oldest. She had Neon green hair that seemed statically charged, was teary-eyed, and muffled with a length of cloth. Hiyori knelt and reached out to pull the fabric from her mouth.
"Nē, nē... it's okay. Everything will be alright." Poor kid. She looked really traumatized. The ropes that bound her little wrists together were done away with as well, and then Hiyori turned to the last kid. He didn't lool like a kid with powers at first glance, but the oven mitts tied onto his hands made her wonder. She sawed through his bonds as well, wondering if the two were related.
As soon as he was free he immediately stood, slapped one palm into the metal side of the train, and pulled out the biggest and longest sword she had ever seen outside an Anime. It barely fit from floor to ceiling in the compartment.
Turning back to the child, she summoned up the Geisha at her side. The woman was slightly altered to have more European features. "Climb on her back. She will carry you to safety as we escape."
The Geisha turned, kneeled in her silken robes, and got herself ready for the girl to climb on.
Once that was settled she stood again and refocused on the group as a whole.
"So... what is the plan? Shall we cut our way out and escape? Or shall we fight our would-be captors?"
There were all sorts of noise coming from outside, and the car they were in rocked violently for a moment.
"Also... What are your names? You may call me Senri." That was the name she had used while stalking the streets back home, anyway.
"M-Madeline..." The green-haired girl spoke up, and little lightning streaks raced through her hair. She buried herself further into the Geisha's back shyly.
"Cal." The older boy groused deeply. He was quite well built. It became super obvious as he hefted his sword up with ease and balanced it on one shoulder away from them all.
Hiyori reared back and then shoved both her paws elbow deep into her pillow, on the bed she had claimed. It snapped out in fluffy fullness on either side of her, and she leaned forward to bury her whole head in it.
"Pillows were not this fluffy back home! How does anyone sleep on it?"
Lillian giggled, a tad bit nervously as she sat on the edge of her bed and plucked at the frayed edges of her sleeves from where her power had eaten away at the fabric. "I dunno, Hiyori... That's just normal here. I sleep on them just fine..m-most of the time."
The small cat pulled her upper body back out of the pillow and blinked owlishly at her classmate. Her mouth opened a bit wider than it normally did when she spoke, because she was rather excited. "Have you been camping like this before? I have not. I have camped... I guess, but never with people."
Lillian watched the cat's antics, relaxed a little in Hiyori's presence. It was... easier, being around her. She acted more like a cat than a person and didn't seem to judge her whenever she slipped up a little bit and had an accident. Lillian looked at the bare palms of her hands, where some of the many visible sweat glands were that the fluids she could create came out of. They were dry currently, so she didn't need to focus on keeping herself calm. She was happy that she had remembered to bring plenty of spare clothes, though.
"I have, a few times. When I was y-younger. I stopped going when my powers kicked in."
"Oh."
Lillian looked up because Hiyori's voice had come from above her. Higher than it had any right to be. She spotted the cat hanging from her claws from the curtains on one side of the window, looking at her upside down with large yellow eyes.
The snort!laugh that came out of her could be heard from down the hall.
"Well, it is good that you came on this trip, then. You can help me learn what to do!" The cat had made it all the way up and was balanced precariously on the metal bar holding the curtains up, reaching out with one paw to swat at a bit of cobweb that was hanging from the wooden ceiling.
The lavender haired girl couldn't help but smile. "Of course I will! I'd love to help!" That... felt nice. Being needed like that. Having a use. She so often felt out of the loop... like an outcast because her powers were just so useless and destructive in one go.... At least to her, it was.
Hiyori went to reply but was immediately distracted by the sound of something alive scurrying across the room. She wiggled for balanced and launched herself off, landing on all fours and then racing out of the room in order to get outside and give chase.
She paused when Johnson Sensei spoke up, was elated that he gave her full permission to mouse hunt, and then immediately has that joy dashed when she was reminded of Sundance Sensei. Oh, right. She would have to-
The scrabbling sounded up again, this time from a different corner of the roof, and she was immediately distracted from her own thoughts. She still had her little coat and backpack on, and made for the door. Which was closed.
She plopped her butt down and waited, reaching a paw out to scratch at the door and then craning her head around to look at whoever was near. She hadn't noticed that Sundance Sensei had left already.
The small cat perked up immediately. Tanuki hunt! "Hai!" She went back to sniffing, but a bit more determinedly.
By the time Sundance Sensei started to draw all of the student's attention back to her, before Johnson Sensei had even shown up, Hiyori had found her way up on to the rood. Her little back head poked up over the pointed top of the roof, one ear twitching a clinging clump of snow off. In a few leaps and bounds, she hopped her way there through the fresh, crisp snow. She sat there, listening from above where she could get a clear view of all the surroundings.
"Teams?" She muttered to herself. So it would be like breaking into teams in the class then, only with fire building. She waited for her teacher to finish speaking, before priming herself to jump down. One butt wiggle for calibration later she hopped down on the nearest person's shoulder and to care not to use her claws.
"I will be team one!" From her mount's shoulder she jumped to the ground and made her way back to the mostly dry deck of the cabin. "Not to... toot my own horn?... but I am able to take care of that task efficiently from here, which will leave another body to join one of the other teams."
Over by the fire purple energy started to form in billowing swirls. It condensed into the forms of seven zombies (thankfully a lot less... decomposed... than normal). She set them to the task of shuffling around sweeping the area clean with their hands and feet. In dainty pink aprons, no less!
She zoned out, thoroughly focused on her task of piloting all of the zombies around, while the rest of the students figured themselves out.
It didn't take long for seven bodies to clear the pit of debris, or to move all of the stones. She was done before she knew it and had a bunch of groaning, staggering zombies loitering around with nothing to do.
"Done!" She dispelled them, seven poofs of purple swirls, and skittered over herself to sniff at all of her hard work. Er... easy work.
When Johnson Sensei finally came back, hauling a HUGE animal with him, naturally, her curiosity led her to slinking on over. As low to the ground as she could get, with her ears back and tails in a sleek line, she edged in. Hiyori had never smelled something wild that big up close before. Her hair stood on end in various places as she edged past Sundance Sensei's legs for a sniff.
...Maybe a bite.
The woman whirled around just as the cat leaned in to tentatively take a bite, spooked Hiyori, and she zoomed away like a shadow back over to the Cabin.
"...H-hai, Sensei!" She sat and waited very patiently for Lillian to open the door and let them both in.
"Which room do you think we should pick, Lillian-chan? The one with the biggest beds?" She purred, clearly excited, as the two girls entered and scoped the place out.
They absolutely picked the one with the most lavish looking beds, even if Hiyori didn't intend on using one. The small cat was on one immediately, pawing and kneading to test the quality of the blankets. Lillian chose a smaller bed, but it was tucked up nicely in a corner with a window in between. Plenty of light.
Hiyori nodded and smiled, setting her cup down on the saucer it matched. "They absolutely do." She agreed. The princess clearly knew what she had her sister had been feeling over the last month.
"Goodness... where to start?" Her dainty little button nose wrinkled and her eyes drifted to all the twinkle lights above. The poorly managed comminuting transportation jumped to mind first, and then the overwhelming amount of crime, and then the absolutely reprehensible lack of focus on one's education and goal in life, and-... really, she felt like she could just go on and on.
But... maybe she should start with something more dialed down first. "Honestly, I am torn between how everyone here laughs and how Americans eat." She gestured at the many plates on the table with her hand, palm up and open. "During meals, they just piled one of every dish on their plate and start eating... and it takes forever! In my culture, you sit down to eat, not to chat for hours at a time. The first time someone here handed me a plate of food and everything was touching!"
She giggled, covering her lips with a hand. "And Americans are very fond of laughing. Loudly, and with their mouths open. You... You can see everything! Teeth, tongue, Uvula and all."
The number of times she had been forced to try and dodge spittle from one of the student boys cacking at something or another was just depressing.
"Might I ask an unrelated question? If you are royalty, what should refer to you? Is 'Amethyst' too informal? Or would you prefer 'Your Highness' Or... Amethyst-sama?" She was genuinely curious. Names and titles were very important to her people, so being in a different country was no excuse for poor manners.
"Where I am from people I had just met would normally refer to me as 'Ishida-san'. The family name is much more widely used. I have given up on trying to correct every American I meet though, so Hiyori-San, or Chan even, is fine... if you would like to be friends."
He shifted. She refused to open her eyes. The chirp was ignored as well.
And then suddenly he was moving and she was gently removed from him. Hiyori ended up on the group, flopped on her side with her legs stretched out while she blinked and rosed herself from sleep.
How rude! That had been the beginning of a nice nap!
A big yawn and a full-body, tails curling stretch later, and she was sitting and waiting for him to come back out from the bushes. It made sense after she had woken back up fully, even if the interrupted nap still left her a bit grumpy.
"... There is a limit on your fluffy form, then?" She lifted a paw and inspected her sharp little nails, pondering if they needed cleaning again. "The process sounds very painful. I do not envy you."
With one more short stretch, she stood to meet him and looked for the easiest way up.
Up him that is.
"I couldn't understand a single thing you were saying, unfortunately. Gomen." Her hindquarters lowered, butt wiggled a little as her tails straightened out for balance, and she fixated on the shoulder she wanted to be on.
... And then suddenly recalled Xavier's remarks about consent and vocalizing what she wanted. Asking, basically.
A bit crossly, she paused and shifted her focus to his face.
"May I nap climb up to your shoulder?" She had to admit she still much more preferred just doing things without having to explain herself. Life had been so much easier then.
The plan was going smashingly, so far. They had four mutie subjects so far, two of which were younger children with very visibly mutations and two teens. All were stowed away in a cargo compartment of the train, while the rest of the group were stationed about as guards. That had hoped for one more to make five, but... oh well, time was growing short.
"Erin, call your dog back. We need to go. Train is leaving in five."
The young mage in training nodded, pressed his hands together, and focused. He had a 'dog' constructed out of beauty bark running around the city, that he had been using earlier to help him hunt down possible targets.
A blue, glowing circle made up of runes appeared on the floor at his feet, and with a crackle of static energy, a figure appeared within it.
"Nani??"
A cat stood there, eyes wide and tails straight in the air, with a hunk of bark gripped in her teeth.
All four people and the feline exchanged tense glances, and then she made a run for it.
"Catch it!"
"What is this!?"
Hiyori spent a few minutes zipping between legs, biting reaching fingers, and trying to scale the metal walls of the compartment they were in, Yowling and growling like a cat being murdered when someone imagined a red velvet bag out of thin air.
She had just started to form the large body of the Shogun, who would have filled most of the space within the boxcar and generally ruined the four people's day, when the bag zipped over on its own and swallowed her up with one more screech of complaint.
An older man went and collected the bag, holding it up and out while the cat inside kicked and clawed at the fabric, still yelling, but now in angry, muffled Japanese.
"... Damnit, Erin! You need to focus when you summon things!"
The young man smiled sheepishly and rubbed at his short shaven hair. "S-sorry."
Hiyori ended up being tossed in with the rest of the captured mutants, literally, and hisses loudly when the bag hit the floor and rolled. A door slammed and then... silence.
She could hear muted sniffling from somewhere nearby, but couldn't' see anything. She tried to summon up another construct, in the form of her sister and unknowingly created it on the outside of the train. It ran forward into a wall and just... kept running. Like a glitched video game character stuck in a wall.
Eventually, the train started to move and she settled into tense inactivity in her bag, fighting off the general sense of calm the darkness tried to impart on her. Her human brain knew something wasn't right.
Eventually, a voice spoke up and her ears twitched. It was the first other person to speak since she had been bag-napped. None of the others she would hear had yet to utter a word.
"... I am here." The voice was feminine. Seemed... scared? Stressed? Angry? She couldn't tell. She could recall there being a balding man in the initial group of people she had appeared by, though.
"I believe the strange humans left. Are.... are you okay? I am in a bag, so I cannot see anyone." She stood as much as she could, yawned and stretched, and proceeded to resume the seemingly futile attempt at digging herself out of the bag. Whatever it was made of was durable.
"I can hear a few others in here with us, but they have yet to say anything."
Hiyori had a.... rocky relationship with snow. She liked it in short bursts and she had very fond memories of helping her sister make various snow creatures when she had been a toddler. She trailed out after their teachers first, hopping into the larger footprints of those before her to keep her paws mostly dry.
While everyone else filed out she focused on popping her front paws out in order to leave little toe bean prints in the untouched snow. A loud content purr was interrupted by Sam's warning. It was a valid warning, yes... but she didn't exactly appreciate how it had been phrased.
Her ears flipped back in a show of attitude, pupils slit as her small black face snapped around to face her teacher. Hiyori's tails flicked and flopped in a silent grump, and she slowly removed her paws from the snow.
Hmph! A third the size? How rude!
Her nose went straight up in the air, before a swirl of thickening purple energy obscured her from view. When it dissipated the cat was gone and crouched in her place was a girl, with long teal hair up in a ponytail, and a larger version of the same coat the cat had been wearing on. She stood, tucking her hands in her coat, and kicked some snow off of her newly formed boots.
"Hai, Sensei."
She absolutely marched herself to the front of the group with Lillian, who she had at least spoken to one some level like she had with Xavier. Damien and Jasper, she hadn't yet conversed with outside of the classroom, and...ugh.... Rowan. The sheer smell of dog on them had been enough to keep her from investigating them so far.
The walk there wasn't far, and Hiyori spent much of it looking around and excitedly sniffing everything she could. She had never been to a western cabin before! Would it be very different from the kind she was used to back home? The internet led her to believe so, but the School seemed to be run differently than other places in New York... so maybe the cabin would be too?
As soon as they were at the wooden structure, Hiyori dispelled her human body in a puff of purple and went bounding for the door. Not to try and get in, but to sniff it. A lot.
She sniffed the wall beside it as well, the ground a few steps away, and then got distracted with a small bendy branch with pine needles still on it that had gotten lodged in the wooden exterior.
"Sundance Sensei, are there raccoons here? I smell something... musky."
Hiyori had been on flights before, so being many many miles up in the air wasn't a new thing. Her mother used private jets exclusively to get from one meeting to another, and her trip from Japan to America had been on a plane of a more commercial variety. Honestly, she loved seeing everything so small from up high. It made her feel less tiny, oddly enough.
She could have done without some of the companions on the trip with her but was currently too excited to care... Xavier was fine, obviously. The wee cat had her furry face pressed into a window, nose fogging up the thick glass, while her large eyes tracked the bits of land she could see moving below.
It didn't take long to land and she was one of the first to fall in line, waiting patiently with sparkling, exciting yellow eyes for the human giants to give them directions. She had brought her backpack and a small specially made sleeveless jacket with a furry brown collar as an extra layer of warmth. A very small bento and a small thermos of tea were packed away in the backpack, which was easy to open for her with a little furry mouse toy hanging from the zipper. Food and a drink were all she had brought with her.
Cold steel Sensei and Sundance Sensei laid out their very first directions.
"Haaai!" She dogged their heels closely as they exited the plane, already scoping out the new environment with her ears swiveling around erratically and her nose going a million miles an hour.
She didn't even need the extra credit. Her grades were impeccable! She just wanted to go on an adventure with the teachers.
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The shogun's attack hit, but again all the power behind it just vanished. Her sister's clone likewise landed its attack and AGAIN the force was gone! What?!
The wee black cat was growling in frustration, attempting to figure out what was happening. All she had noticed so far was that he seemed to be only using one side of his body when halting her atta-
OHNO
Luna launched her own attack and Hiyori's ear flattened in horror. Even more so when it suddenly CHANGED DIRECTION and was heading right for her!
"NO WAI-" She tried to jump out of the way but failed. The ball of stink collided and instantly overwhelmed her sensitive little nose.
Yowling and hissing as she'd just been dunked in water, Hiyori immediately abandoned the battle, which meant all of her constructs immediately vanished in purple, swirly puff of energy, in order to go scrambling away from everyone at top speed, back towards the door they had come in from. When that failed she launched herself at the safety box the lazy one and the baby were in. She was the past reason at that point, as her eyes were watering and her nose was running. Every instinct was screaming at her to escape.
When jumping and clawing at the invisible wall didn't work she turned and blindly sprinted back into the fray, a black angrily floofed shadow on the ground. Inadvertently she was heading right for the instructor, and if allowed to blindly bump into him, she would sink her claws in and try to climb him to safety away from the smell.
The definitely-not-a-catgirl smiled and stood in order to collect Amythest a cup, going through the well-practiced motions of pouring and serving. Once the steaming, decorative cup was set before her only guest, she re-took her seat.
"Atlantean?" There was a lot to unpack there. Noticeably the word Princess. Hiyori's eyes may have widened a little bit there for a moment, and she reached out to pick up her own cup. Japanese didn't lack it's own 'royal' families, so she wasn't unfamiliar with the notion. She just... never thought she would be speaking to someone of a similar status, assuming Amethyst wasn't lying.
"I am from Shikoku, Japan. My family's compound is just outside of Matsuyama, which is the biggest city on the island."
She had heard a few other girls mention that strange place they were from... some unknown civilization that had appeared suddenly a few years back. She hadn't yet bothered to explore the topic further.
"How are you liking it here so far? I am new myself... My sister and I just transferred a little over a month ago. She paused a moment to sip her tea, and then switched the cup out for one of her baked snacks instead. Nibbling little pieces off that could fall inside her construct where she could lap them up at her leisure.
More chirping. well... it was going to grow increasingly harder to pretend she knew what he was saying, but at least if the leg kicking was anything to go by he was enjoying himself. She decided to just keep rambling on to fill the silence.
"Sunlit windows are also a favorite and on top of electronics."
As she kneaded, her eyes half-lidded, and the purring grew louder. The sun was coming down just right, soaking into her black fur and making the sudden urge to nap top priority.
"... But fluffy and warm really take the cake." The pawing stopped in favor of her laying on him, tucking her legs under her in a full loaf maneuver, and fully closed her eyes.
"In fact... it's starting to feel like naptime right now."
Hiyori looked up as someone approached and stood. She also immediately felt underdressed. This girl was swathed in the finest looking fabrics and had the finest looking jewels.
She briefly thought about springing some fake jewels of her own to life in order to compete, but.. no. Then she'd look desperate and jealous, right?
"No invitations were sent out formally, as it was a spur of the moment concept." The teal haired girl smiled and set her book down, gesturing toward one of the cushioned chairs at the table. "But please do consider this an invitation to join if you would like. The more the merrier." Anyone the merrier.
"My name is Hiyori. Pleased to meet you." She bowed at the waist slightly, and then sat. "Would you like some tea? It should nearly be ready. Or some snacks perhaps? I baked them myself." Complete with a little apron, tiny oven mitts, and a construct to pilot around and do all the labor.
