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.
Oh, Kami.. he had a mouth on him, didn't he? Had she the ability she might have blushed at his curse. Instead, she focused on him having stated that he liked weird. Did... that mean he liked her? Was he a friend now? She had only ever had her sister as a companion for so long that having not one, but two friendly interactions with people perked her right up. Her tails and ears here straight and alert.
If he offered his hand she would lean toward it to rub her cheeks across it. Not only was she able to mildly scent him for future finding, but face scritches felt particularly good. She did offer her sleek back for pets as well.
"They are indeed demons." She stared up at him, unblinking, for just a moment. "My breed is believed to be most vicious, and particularly spiteful toward humans... devouring them, enslaving them, raising their dead to do our bidding." She giggled in her human voice, that of a young girl.
"What fables do they spin around you?" Hiyori discreetly curled her tails up and away, attempting to hide them from view. "... Gomenasai. It can be hard to battle back instinct. Movement tends to draw my attention despite my best attempts... and even more so when it is covered in fur."
Her pupils expanded to the point her eyes were nearly all black and her claws flexed like little white needles from her little paws. She tore her gaze away soon enough and stood, walking in a slightly different direction to shake the murderous intentions off.
"Sometimes it feels as if I am more cat than person."
"I don't mind curiosity. I am quite curious myself, in fact." Her large glossy eyes zeroed back in on his tail. Her pupils dilated predatorily. It took quite a bit of restraint to avoid chasing after the appendage again like it was a scurrying mouse. "I am more surprised by the cultural differences I suppose you could say. People here are much more curious about me."
She shifted to all fours before stretching her front legs out and flexing her toes. Her tails floofed and straightened, before gradually relaxing again. "I was born such as I am before you. I come from a very long line of foxes, actually. The running theory is that some kitty genes must have somewhere snuck in before I was born. They were all very surprised when I came about." Probably that the grandparent Himari had stayed with if she had any guesses.
"I am Nekomata. Youkai of legend, in the flesh." A little Cheshire grin worked its way onto her small face and a neat little set of white, sharp teeth appeared amidst the darkness of her fur. "Many still cling to the old beliefs in my country, and as such not many are willing to risk getting on my bad side for a few pets."
Her tails started mimicking the movement of his own tail, which she was still watching hawkishly.
...oh. Family heirloom? That was... a lot less funny, actually. Being from a lineage with a host of heirlooms herself (even if she had no actual claim to them) she could certainly understand the importance of keeping them safe and unharmed.
Drat. Now she actually felt bad!
The expression on her human face fell flat as she lost concentration on keeping the illusion of human feeling up. "I must apologize again, then. I did not factor in that it might be some sort of familial relic with feelings attached. If you could give me some time I will make an effort to try and find someone to repair it fully in that case."[/color] The teal haired girl bowed at the waist slightly with her apology and offer, before straightening back up. A keen eye might have caught that it was more than a little mechanical, versus something you'd see from a normal body of flesh and blood.
But, the conversation moved on. "My sister and I live off-campus, so I am not familiar with the amenities here. However, I have explored a bit and it doesn't seem to be lacking in any particular fashion."
It took a moment for her eyes to lock on and track the movement of his hand, finger poised for poking.
"You can touch if you feel the need to. I am solid if that is what you are curious about." She waited to see what he would do; if indeed he did feel the need to verify that her body was real and not simply a trick of the eye he would discover that she was as solid as any person could be expected to be. Perhaps a bit harder, in fact. Her clothes and skin didn't have a normal squishy give that came with warm flesh. It was hard, and roughly the same temperature as the air around it.
After a moment of letting him sate his curiosity, Hiyori dispelled her human form. It vanished in a flurry of purple energy, and all that was left was a small black cat settling herself back down on the cold ground, yellow eyes half-lidded and watching Carrick calmly.
"Sometimes it pays to be able to fit in with those around me more so than it does to be... me." Her tails sways lazily behind her.[/font]
"I am still a cat. I only look like a human currently."
She smiled at him as they seemed to reach an agreement about the guitar. "I should be able to get about $3000 yen and some coins...Do you have a way to exchange Yen to American?" There was a possibility that, even if she did really feel bad about his instrument, she was also taking waaaay too much joy in the fact that not many Americans knew conversion rates off the top of her head. She had already fooled a few with 1000 yen notes, when in reality that was just under 10 US dollars. She wasn't sure how expensive guitars were, anyway.
"Carricku?" She scrunched her nose, cleared her throat, and tried to adopt more of an American accent, "CarriCK." It was an absolute fail. She was still getting used to English, and every time it tumbled out of her mouth she stumbled over the r's and it sounded like some kind of mashup of 'Cariku' and 'cowlick'.
"Gomen'nasai...I am still practicing..."
She fidgeted with one of her long pigtails, "...Do you like it here? What is it like?"
She would have been too late to save them. Summoning a construct out of thin air took time, and especially the Shogun if she had any hope of stopping that hunk of metal in mid-air.
Luckily for everyone involved Xavier was able to step in and take care of the threat with relative ease. Hiyori was up on all four feet in an instant, eyes wide and tails standing straight up in the air. "Sugoooi!" It was enough of a distraction to get her mind off of the fact that he had just called her neat and how it had drawn a very prideful purr out of her.
Once he was back beside her she listened raptly his explanation. It was eye-opening. "Such a thing exists? That is... incredible." She turned to look at the monstrous figure as well. "What is that quote... 'How dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow'... I believe that fits here, yes?"
Poor humans. Playing with their own genetics for fun or from fear, and it backfired majorly. Someone reaching for something unattainable.
She nodded to herself as he set out a plan and while he rushed off to engage she set about creating herself something which could actually do battle with the big beasty. Far from her usual glamor back home scaring kids and twenty-somethings throughout the dark recesses of her city, she focused on speedy creation instead of theatrical.
"I believe I can handle that." She purred confidently from her perch atop the large, dusty-looking helmet of the Shogun. Towering over the writing man at 15 feet, her construct lumbered closer with steady, heavy steps. An ancient-looking naginata was brought up and held out in front to use as a battering ram. She spurred her creation on into a lumbering run, avoiding where Xavier was expertly hopping around and slammed the large weapon into the side of the twisted man.
The Shogun pushed him back with brute force alone until his back met a wall, and pinned the struggling victim there.
Hiyori had hopped off and circled around to the side, keeping out of the way while she was unprotected and small.
There must have been a lingering effect of terror from having the long dead-looking monster she had created pin him, as Rickey started roaring again and thrashing harder. The Shogun gore down harder on him, eyesockets glowing eerily from within his Youkai themed faceplate gleamed in the semi-dark.
"I should be able to hold him back through size difference alone... but if he takes too many hits the Shogun will dispel."
Speaking of, Ricky landed a lucky hit against one of her constructs arms and one of his vambraces vanished in a puff of energy.
"It will take time to construct him again, so if that happens you will need to distract him Xavier-Kun."
She would have been too late to save them. Summoning a construct out of thin air took time, and especially the Shogun if she had any hope of stopping that hunk of metal in mid-air.
Luckily for everyone involved Xavier was able to step in and take care of the threat with relative ease. Hiyori was up on all four feet in an instant, eyes wide and tails standing straight up in the air. "Sugoooi!" It was enough of a distraction to get her mind off of the fact that he had just called her neat and how it had drawn a very prideful purr out of her.
Once he was back beside her she listened raptly his explanation. It was eye-opening. "Such a thing exists? That is... incredible." She turned to look at the monstrous figure as well. "What is that quote... 'How dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be his world than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow'... I believe that fits here, yes?"
Poor humans. Playing with their own genetics for fun or from fear, and it backfired majorly. Someone reaching for something unattainable.
She nodded to herself as he set out a plan and while he rushed off to engage she set about creating herself something which could actually do battle with the big beastly. Far from her usual glamour back home scaring kids and twenty-somethings throughout the dark recesses of her city, she focused on speedy creation instead of theatrical.
"I believe I can handle that." She purred confidently from her perch atop the large, dusty-looking helmet of the Shogun. Towering over the writhing man at 15 feet, her construct lumbered closer with steady, heavy steps. An ancient-looking Naginata was brought up and held out in front to use as a battering ram. She spurred her creation on into a lumbering run, avoiding where Xavier was expertly hopping around and slammed the large weapon into the side of the twisted man.
The Shogun pushed him back with brute force alone until his back met a wall, and pinned the struggling victim there.
Hiyori had hopped off and circled around to the side, keeping out of the way while she was unprotected and small.
There must have been a lingering effect of terror from having the long dead-looking monster she had created pin him, as Rickey started roaring again and thrashing harder. The Shogun gore down harder on him, eye sockets glowing eerily from within his Youkai themed face plate gleamed in the semi-dark.
"I should be able to hold him back through size difference alone... but if he takes too many hits the Shogun will dispel."
Speaking of, Ricky landed a lucky hit against one of her constructs arms and one of his vambraces vanished in a puff of energy.
"It will take time to construct him again, so if that happens you will need to distract him Xavier-Kun."
... People wantonly murder people in this city enough to prompt that rule being created? My oh my, her sister would absolutely love this place if that were the case. So many ner do wells to put in their place.
As it were she had offered no comment on his rule as it wasn't going against anything she had in mind. She didn't mind murdering small furry creatures when instinct took over but generally did not extend that urge onto bipeds or larger creatures than herself.
Xavier had taken care of the man by the time she turned back around. With that taken care of all, she needed to worry about was getting the injured woman to the other side of the alley unscathed. That... would be much more complicated from where they were currently stationed.
Splitting her attention between her Geisha and her own form, she decided a sacrifice would have to be made to give the human a chance. She darted in one direction and then angled herself toward the massive figure. Entering into its space gave it the chance to swing at her with one large claw, but left the other side open for her other construct to go darting toward the entrance of the alley.
It would seem the creature, whatever it was, was simple in nature. It didn't seem to have the awareness to notice the escaping victim behind it and remained solely focused on her. Hiyori savored that simple victory for a fleeting moment before the clawed hand snatched her body up and the beast lifted her. It only took one violent downward swing against the pavement for her to construct to explode in a burst of swirling energy. Being so close also gave her time to overhear something from the figure that gave her a reason to re-evaluate the situation.
Unbeknownst to her foe Hiyori had scuttled out before the attack and was currently strolling pridefully back to the front of the alley. She plopped her butt down on the pavement by Xavier's feet and looked up him, craning her neck impossibly due to his height. The Geisha set the woman down behind her, near the unconscious man, who proceeded to inch her way over to him and cry over his form. She dispelled her other construct with an errant thought.
"With them out of the way we can plan a more direct course of action to handle...that." Her eyes turned back to the writhing form, who had begun to punch at the ground in a rage. The blows from his clawed fists left decent-sized craters in the cement.
"But... there might be a complication. While I was close I happened to overhear something from it. It said 'It Hurts'."
A voice piped up from behind, cracking with stress and terror. "That... that's Ricky! He- He took something- we were just messing around, we didn't mean-" Sobbing interrupted her, but she pushed through it. "-He took a few pills and then a few minutes later he started turning into that a-and-- It wasn't supposed to be like this!-- He, Ricky, he, oh Bobby, why?" She dissolved back into hysterics and bent over the frame of her friend.
Hiyori tilted her head in confusion. "Pills?"
... And then promptly had to dive out of the way again as the second half of the car came flying out of the alley. Righ toward the-- "Chikusho!"
Running was easy for her since her's was a mental strain vs a physical strain. She didn't spare the boy a sideways glance while running.
"I am." She replied simply, sounding remarkably not winded for a person running full tilt without stopping. "This form is merely a construct I created. Um, like a suit? I am inside it." Indeed, if his ears were keen enough he might be able to notice that her voice wasn't coming from her human-looking mouth, but instead from somewhere around the stomach. There were a lot of oddities one could notice if they looked closely enough at her.
"The smell is getting stronger. We are close."
She slowed near the entrance of an alley where sobbing could be heard, and barely had enough time to dive and roll out of the way as half of a whole car went sailing through where she had been standing a moment before. The crunch and squeal of metal on the pavement as it hit the ground behind them blocked out the sobbing for a moment. Hiyori stood once more and let her eyes finally fall on the source of the spilled blood.
A man was on the ground and out cold from what she could see. His chest was still rising and falling so he was still alive, but there was a considerable amount of blood on the ground. A woman was further in the alley, toward the back. She had blood on her in various places but seemed to be mostly unharmed. She was weeping loudly and covering her head with her arms, making muffled murmuring noises.
The source of the distress stood in the middle. An impossibly large, shifting mass staggered left and right. Arms that seemed to be undecided on what they wanted to look like flailed about and struck out at anything close. The other half of the car was by the figure and leaking gas and oil all over the cement. The sharp smell of it caused her nose to wrinkled from within her construct.
"... This place has seen a lot of death. Old. The spirits are restless here." She could feel them... lingering energies shifting about all through the air. The walls, the ground. Everywhere.
The figure roared, an agonized, deep scream from somewhere within a pulsating, twisting body of flesh and bone. It seemed to outside eyes that the body couldn't decide on what it wanted to be and was stuck in a state of fighting against itself, purging its rage on anything that dared to come near enough.
The woman spotted the two of them quickly, "Help me! Please!"
Without waiting for the New York Native to give a command, the Cat-in-A-human-suit bolted forward. She kept low to the ground and skirted right under one massive swinging arm, skidding to a stop on the other side and turning her back to the woman to act as a shield. She wasn't sure what her tall friend was going to do, but she knew what her top priority was.
Another construct summoned up, drawing from the wealth of energy surrounding her. An extraordinarily beautiful woman materialized at her side from whisps of purple energy. Tall, with long midnight hair and porcelain skin. She was slim in all the right places and curvy in others but in a very Japanese standard of beauty. Red lips that seemed fixed in a permanent alluring smile and glossy black eyes turned to look at the woman. Without a word, the construct bent and lifted the small, frightened woman up in her arms.
Now... Hiyori just needed to get to the injured man on the ground and then get them out of harm's way.
She watched as he moved to get rid of the spider, confused and more than slightly disappointed. But, as the arachnid skittered around on the wall to try and avoid being caught she appeared right at his side, jumping and swatting at it. Alas, it was released before she could murder if most gloriously. Such a waste.
"It pleases me to hear that. Hunting spiders is one of my favorite past times. Especially when they are on ceilings."
The spider, though no-one noticed, reacted with mute panic at hearing that and once it was free on the outside it wasted no time scuttling away into the growing darkness.
Hiyori sat and licked away the last of the meats tasty juices from one paw as Xavier turned and asked her another question. Hm. What more could she ask right now?
"Typically after eating such a lovely meal I would resign myself for a nap... but I suppose there are many more questions I could ask you while I have your ear." Indeed, there were many inane, boring things she could throw at him since she had the time.
"For instance, are the rats truely as big-"
A shrill shrike pierced the air outside his open window and her ears instantly swiveled in the direction it had come from. She went silent as she focused on tracking the sound, listening for any more signs.
"Your city really never sleeps, it would seem?" The black cat poked her head out the window, head turned to the left as she picked up the sounds of a scuffle from an alleyway a block down.
Her small nose flared a few times, and then she turned her large yellow eyes toward the growing hero. "There is blood on the air."
As quick as a shadow, she hopped from the window and started down the steps of the rickey metal fire escape. As soon as was safe she lept fully from the stairs into the open air, and as she fell a body constructed itself around her.
When she landed she was no longer visually a cat. A slim, moderately tall girl stood from the crouch she had landed in and her nose tilted up into the air. The frame was wrapped in loose black pants with no real detail, a loose black sweater, and plain black shoes. The wind oddly didn't seem to ruffle her black hair, styled in a typical girlish bob as was the fashion back home. Sharp claws on her fingers, sharp teeth in her mouth, and whiskers off all things stood out as obvious signs that she was no normal human girl. Two long, black tails curled around her legs, and fluffy black ears sprouted from her mass of midnight hair.
Her eyes were the same color as they had been, as well as her voice. She locked on to the direction the distressed sounds had come from and took off in a dead sprint that way.
She won the battle of wills between her and the much smaller Milly because Milly was a young cat and Hiyori was a big person trapped in a small body. She also wasn't afraid to swat at the small feline trying to get at her meal, either. That helped.
"It's amazing!" Came a slightly muffled but energetic response.
Eventually, she wandered back out licking her whiskers, much fatter than she had gone in. Hiyori hopped up onto the table to sit beside her plate, settled herself, and then started casually batting around a piece of cabbage on the table around her plate.
"At some point, you will have to come to have dinner with my sister and I. I will make you an authentic Japanese meal." She bent to sniff at the beansprouts, nibbled on one lazily, and then straightened back up as she munched around it. Salty! Yum!
"Why do you keep looking at your wall? Is there a bug?" Her head whipped around comically so that she could also stare.
"Oh, it's just a spider. Would you like me to kill it?"
"Yes! I am! The X-men are also teachers? That is fantastic! Normal heroic types never bother with teaching degrees. What is a 'Danger Room'? I DO want to join the team!" There was a mishmash of voices and his excitement was just ramping hers up even more. It was good to get a second opinion from someone on the school and what she would be experiencing too, especially if she were going to be working to keep her sister going to classes and potentially on the team as well.
"I would like that very much, Xavier-kun. My goal is to work out a few more of the kinds with my power through training and to eventually have a title similar to one of your X-men."
Hiyori watched from the counter as he cooked, taking mental notes about things he did that she could incorporate into her own methods. He was a very capable chef from what she had seen, but by the time he had started getting the meat going on the stove it became a bit harder to concentrate.
"So, it is your school again? What did you do to have it named after you? Or, were you named after it?"
Her pupils were ginormous. Rapt attention focused squarely on the meat in the pan. Each pop and sizzle from frying fat sent a spritz of scent into the air and it was entirely consuming. Steak wasn't something she cooked often, especially not a cut such as the one he had. Fish, chicken, and other forms of seafood tended to be what she gravitated too.
She scrabbled like the excited kitty she was off the counter and hurrying over to the table in a second flat. Once in the chair, her furry little head barely poked up over the edge of the table, and she watched wide-eyed as the plate was set before her. If it looked at all like she was barely managing to keep herself from lunging at the steak... it's because she was.
Manners dictated that she at least wait for Xavier to be sat also.
Her paws slapped together adorably, she bowed her chin a little, and- "Itadakimasu!"
With the speed and ferociousness of a feral, starving animal she jerked forward and snagged that steak with her teeth and then immediately peeled away from the table and hid behind his couch to scarf it down as fast as possible.
Milli darted after her, and after a brief moment of silence, Hiyori could be heard growling loudly while chewing on her prize.
Her energy changed in an instant. "You are a student also? That is amazing! What are the classes like? What are the training sessions like? I love being prepared for things and if I am going to be attempting this same program any information you can give me would be very helpful!" If he was already in the training course, that meant he was probably quite a bit further ahead than her. Also, they gave out pins? How cute! Maybe she could pin one onto her bow somehow.
"Might I go on one of these patrols with you at some point?"
The topic shifted back to food and she followed him with her eyes before following him with her feet.
"I am always hungry."She stated simply, keeping up with him and trying her hardest not to stare with something akin to hero-worship.
"Part of the nature of my mutation, I assume. Cats tend to eat often throughout the day, and thus so must I."
Her eyes bugged out comically at the mention of steaks. Since landing in such a wretched city the choices of food and groceries had been sadly lacking. She certainly made do with what was on hand, but it was nothing compared to the contents of her family kitchen back home.
"I will eat anything made of meat." She glanced at the plates on the floor and frowned, "... Almost anything. I have been surviving off of the most lackluster shrimp I have ever seen in my life since coming here, and rice, until I can find a market with quality products. My sister and I have yet to find anything even remotely comparable to the food back home and my own cooking has suffered for it."
She watched him intently, and her pupils betrayed her excitement.
Oh, Kami yes she would have definitely been blushing if she were physically able. In place of it, her ears flattened back against her head and she pointedly looked away.
"Ah... I think I see your point, now. I apologize for deceiving you and causing unrest." She bowed her head a bit, tail flicking about in agitation. American culture, on top of human culture in general was something she was still getting used too.
When she straightened back up she seemed to be over her transgression already. "You are one of the infamous X-men, then? Fighting villains in the city and whatnot?" That was exciting! She had been itching to run into a legitimate hero since she had gotten to the city, if only to badger them with questions.
"Please call me Hiyori, if you will. May I call you Xavier-kun?"
The topic moved right along and she pointed toward his ceiling with her tails. "My sister and I recently moved in here. We live a few floors up." She offered a wee feline smile again.
"We transferred to your esteemed school for mutants from our regular academy in Japan. Our parents wanted to expand our views of the world." If only to try to break her sisters spirit and have them both come crawling home.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me in getting more familiar with the area. My sister and I were surprised to find out how.. um... lacking your public transportation is. Is it common for perverts to gather in large numbers on busses here? My sister had quite a bit of fun dealing with a few of them, bit it was quite worrying."
She ducked even further behind the tree until just her eyes and ears were peeking around at him. That was certainly a threat if she had ever heard one.
"I am..." She ventured cautiously, watching him as he set about fiddling with his broken instrument. "I just transferred here."
Perhaps this was an instance where her human form was more viable than her feline body? Ducking away fully, it took only a moment for her to construct a body for herself and hide away within it.
When she peeked back around it was not a cat looking at him any longer. Thick, light blue hair in pigtails and fluffy bangs framed a pale face and large pale blue eyes were focused in his direction. Hiyori had fashioned her body a pale pink sweater and a pleated green skirt. Little loafer shoes and red ribbons tying up her hair completed the outfit. Hiyori sucked in a nervous, guilty breath, and stepped out from around the tree.
"I could always request an extra allowance from my family if need be, to pay you back for the trouble I have given you." She stepped as close as she dared, hands clasped lightly behind her back, as she tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
"So what science is it that explains the ability to raise people from the dead? Mythical powers? There are many aspects of mutations that fall outside the realm of what science can currently explain."
She tilted her head at him while she listened, ears focused, and swiveled in his direction, but... didn't understand a word of what he had said, really.
"I... do not understand. I never asked you for anything. You assumed I was stuck, lost, and in need of a meal, and invited me here of your own free will. You did not ask if I could talk and I did not feel that I should grace you with the knowledge that I can talk at first. Would the burden of consent not fall on your shoulders for inviting a strange cat into your home without first verifying whom or what you were invited in? I figured you knew exactly what you were doing when you pegged me as a mutant outside."
Whatever he was trying to teach her was going over her head. His assuredness about his own strength caught her attention. Mutations were fascinating and beautiful in varying ways. "Oh? How strong?"
Hiyori blinked at the boy and her eyes drifted down to his offered hand. He was... very kind. If she was able to blush, she would have. Instead her hair stood on end and she whispered puffed out with her nerves.
She plopped a paw gently onto his hand.
"Ishida Hiyori, Hajimemashite." This was not exactly how she had expected this encounter to go. Then again Americans were not very well versed in Japanese demonology, so... what did she expect?
"I am new to this country, and this neighborhood. Things are very... different where I am from." FOr example, people, the braves ones at least who didn't want to be cursed for many generations, often invited her in for a small offering of a meal every now and then. Usually fish and rice. Whatever that stuff had been on the plate he offered was not something she was familiar with.
