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?
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Posted by wavelength on Mar 7, 2021 17:29:39 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
It was a Tuesday. He had nothing at all to do; he was retired, after all. Still, it was a nice enough day to get out and start the old wagon up, let the engine run a while so the battery didn't lose its charge.
After a tense start up sequence, he got it running. Sighing in relief the old young man frowned as he noticed the orange yellow gas light kick on. Right, he'd meant to get gas the last time he'd done this. Great, out into the city he would go, then; there was a particular station that had always had the best prices.
He popped on his flat cap and headed out into the chilly, but sunny day. Moments later he was drinking a Spepsi, leaning against his car while it filled up, and just sort of... looking around.
That was when he saw her. A true beauty, descending from on high. Royalty descending to mingle with the commoners. Flawless in every way, effortless in her graceful movement. She was, of course, a 1956 Chevy Bel-Air with some young broad driving it. In spite of himself he let out a whistle as it drove past, and stopped at the pump a bit aways from his old station wagon.
He was staring. How could he not? This car had been around since he was a teenager! It was in perfect condition, too. Man, what he would have given to have a ride like this when he was young. And here he was, staring at some kid with it. She climbed out, and he immediately glanced back to his pump. Not exactly what he was expecting, to be honest! She had to be almost seven feet tall! Covered in tattoos.
Also... Looking around sort of funny. Wait a second, did she... He started to tune into her wavelength. No, the car wasn't stolen... She just had no clue where the gas tank was. He palmed his face for a second, and pulled the hose from his tank, capping it, closing the lid, turning toward her.
She was cleaning the window. The already clean window, while trying to figure out where the gas cap was for her car. Oh boy. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his old, worn brown leather coat, and walked on over, speaking as he stopped a good ten feet away to respect her space.
"Window looks pretty clean already, miss. Is there anything I can help with?"
Posted by wavelength on Feb 6, 2021 22:59:29 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"It'll work. It has to." He muttered the second part under his breath as he waited for her to get done and the door to open.
"Oh, Thank the lord! It's dark in there with the lights off! I could fall!" People were always in a hurry to get you out of the door when they thought you might sue.
As they walked out, Simon felt her distress as the collar kicked back in. "He must be nearby. Hang in there kid." He spotted the van at the same time. Their plan was to have him drive them into an alleyway and do the deed. He'd even gone so far as to find out which alley and park nearby.
"I've got this handled."
He climbed into the car, sitting in the back. Eli looked back at them as he started the vehicle. He could feel the welling up of excitement He'd planned to shoot Simon first, and then he'd gotten permission to take his time with Juniper.
Like hell.
After a short conversation, he would drive off toward the deeper downtown areas. They wanted him to get clear before he did the deed. Simon looked to Juniper and gave a short nod.
They turned into the Alleyway. Eli was smiling. Simon could tell even though his back was to them. He would die smiling. They came to a stop in the alleyway, and Eli turned toward them. "Alright, let's step out and get those diamond out of you. You first!" Simon smiled and stepped out into the alleyway with Juniper.
Eli followed, pulling his gun as he did. "No need to bring them out, actually... Keith gave me permission to get them myself. Don't move, now, sweety. If I have to shoot you in the knees first, it will only make this messier than it needs to be. I think you'll find I can be quite... surgical when I need to be."
"You talk a lot, Eli." Simon turned, hands still in the pockets of his coat. Eli didn't even notice he'd left his cane behind.
"Now now, Mister Bier... No reason to be so bitter. For you, it's nothing personal. Just business." He aimed his gun at his former teacher.
To your head.
Eli was still grinning widely when he put the pistol to his own head. "Well then... Do it." Do it. BLAM!
God, that was satisfying. "We need to hurry." Simon quickly leaned down and dug out the controller for her collar, looking back and deactivating it. He didn't say a word about how he'd done what he'd just done. They were lucky that Keith had chosen a lacky who was so week willed, and prone to tunnel vision when he was excited, or he would have noticed the gun was aiming the wrong way when he fired.
Controller still clenched in his hand, he looked to Juni, and held out his hand for the diamonds. The tension of these sort of moments tended to be a lot lower when you knew for sure the other person wasn't thinking of screwing you over. He handed her the remote, and pulled a small revolver from his bag. The one he'd kept in the lockbox with the watch.
"I brought it for you. Keith doesn't know about it. Finish it, huh? You deserve the satisfaction even more than I do, Kid."
That completed, the telepath would tip his ballcap toward her, and get into the can to drive off with his diamonds.
Posted by wavelength on Feb 6, 2021 16:44:40 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"Locker 221-B" He stated quietly, calmly, as he glanced toward the secured door. He dug through his own box, which the attendant had helpfully used their key to unlock with him. It needed two, after all. He scooped up his watch, and the pistol. Smirking a bit as Eli followed through on his first part of the plan.
The power went out. A small flashlight clicked on. "Ten seconds. Retrieve the bag. Hurry, now." The cameras would only be out for a short time while the backup generators got going.
He aimed the beam toward the desired locker to guide her.
It had been a week since their set up expedition, now it was go time. Everything had proceeded smoothly on the way in. Now, all they needed to do was gather the diamonds, and leave. That was Juniper's part.
"Is everything okay?! It's suddenly dark in here!" He called out as feebly as possible.
"Sorry sir! We'll have you out in a moment, just- oops!" He'd commanded the guard to drop the keys. They just needed that extra few seconds.
"Are we good to go?" He said as he turned back to Juniper.
Posted by wavelength on Jan 31, 2021 17:29:59 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He just looked ahead and nodded at her response to his statement. She didn't know what his plans were. He like that. The way he got ahead in life was knowing other people's plans while they didn't know his.
He smiled kindly when Jen answered the door. He knew her name. She was thinking about it. She was nervous, after all, and going over how she might introduce herself in her head. There were a surprising number of professionals in customer service for whome customer service didn't come naturally to. He could spot them from a mile away. Most people could not. In fact, many people who really shone in such a role were nervous messes about it the whole time.
That was the case here. Not that it mattered. He nodded, and tipped his cap to her. "You would be right, my dear!" As they walked in, Jen silently cursed herself for not saying her name when she introduced herself. She would have to find a way to sneak her name in later. "Coffee is fine for me. One sugar, one cream." He was a paying customer, after all. It was abnormal to turn down hospitality. In turn, a banker tending to the needs of her customer looked good getting them refreshments. It told her bosses that she took her job seriously.
He sat quietly, hands on his cane, as he waited for his drink to arrive, and for business to start. "Oh, I am fine. Thank you for asking, Mia. Such a dutiful Grand daughter." He smiled and nodded to Jen as he received his little foam coffee cup.
He smiled as Jen got the gears rolling, only giving Juniper a sidelong glance as she threw out her commentary, which was made slightly more humorous when Jen mentally referred to this as the asskissing stage. "Yes. It was my father's watch before it was my own. It's very precious to us. I feel the need to... squirrel it away." He smiled. Jen murdered herself in her head for using such a term, and for not remembering what they were placing.
He gave all of her metric meeting questions the right amount of consideration before turning her down on each one. She got to chatting with Juniper, and he gave the young woman a flat expression as she mentally found faults in things. Did she do that all of the time. Unhealthy.
"Ahem, well, It seems we may be pressed for time, Jen. I have an appointment in an hour and a half on the east side." Jen blanched a little bit, and nodded. He played the part of the customer whose help was overstaying their welcome just a little. It always lit a bit of a fire under them.
They were headed toward the vault within a minute. He leaned in to mutter. "No power cancelers, as far as I can tell... It won't matter as long as they don't post someone up next to the safe..." He nodded to Jen as she looked back. mind your own business. She did. "If they do, we plan to have them miss work that day. Keep it between us, though. Keith will likely kill them."
He took note of some of the typical things as they were let into the safe. Combinations, thoughts about security, those sort of things. If all went well, they would need none of it... But there was always a chance...
Posted by wavelength on Jan 22, 2021 21:34:01 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"Yes, I'm scolding you." He shook his head a bit, slipping a bit with his cane to make a bit of a slowdown understandable.
"It's better if we just talk. When you want to communicate with me with them around, just think it. I will find a way to reply."
He listened to her thoughts intently as she scrolled through her options for helpers. An older man, a young boy, and a fire man? Interesting options. Also a boy with a blue tongue. He nodded, however, when she said that she didn't have her phone. That made sense. "Only try to reach out that way if you know you can get away with it. We can't risk him catching on. He'll ghost at the first sign of real danger. Damned coward." His eyes shot to her at the thought of the urge. "Yeah, I know... resist it. Hang in there."
He nodded at her statement about keeping an eye open. He couldn't ask for more. His expression soured a bit at her mention of storing things in her not being comfortable. He didn't seem to like the idea of causing her pain.
The steps of the bank were convenient, in that they would slow them down even more.
"Well, I'm hoping Eli chooses a gun for me... I can beat him with a knife, but it's more dangerous." That would probably seem like an odd statement. "If Keith asks, we were going over the game plan again." They were arriving at the bank doors.
Any second now, a neatly dressed lady would be waving them in and asking about their appointment. Bette not to disappoint.
Posted by wavelength on Jan 18, 2021 18:37:16 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"You can think that, but it might be better just to focus and try to understand it all. The last thing you want to be in these situations is lost." He was, of course, responding to her thoughts again. She might notice that... He almost had a tendency to speak more to her mind's words than her own. Case in point, he nodded at her statement about her uncle avoiding punishment.
"Hey, I'm giving you a free pass, here. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not mad." His expression shifted to incredulous as he pressed his lips together and leaned in. "Why would I want to kill you? Jesus, young lady, have you been paying attention?" He settled down after a moment, not wanting to draw attention to their conversation.
"And Yes.... He absolutely has... All of them. And they've only gotten more refined in their tastes and methods as time has gone by." They made it across the street, finally, and he made a show of stumbling a bit, and leaning on her some.
"Well... Do you know anyone that can help? Try to contact people. If you run into them, try to show off your collar... Anything to tell them something is off. The more people we can break of his influence the better. It doesn't work when people fear him... That's why he doesn't try to manipulate you anymore. He knows you are afraid."
He nodded a bit. "Anything you can smuggle in will help, too... I, for one, and placing a gun in the safety deposit box... They don't know that, but when you use your ability during the heist, I hope to hide it in you... you can do that, right?" He read her mind for the answer.
"When the time comes, we may not need it. I am certain I can defeat Eli in a direct confrontation." He spoke with utmost confidence. Still, even walking slow, they were starting to run low on time to talk during their journey.
Posted by wavelength on Jan 12, 2021 20:59:05 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Oh, good. That was enough to go odd of. It never hurt to make more connections these days, and Keith wasn't going to need any resources after Simon put his dead body into the ground and spat on his grave, so they would be looking for new customers anyway! Win/Win.
"Ah. He's a creative one, that Eli. Still, he overthinks things, and gets tunnel vision. I will be more than able to kill him when he tries." He patted her helping hand with his own as she asked how he'd talked Keith into something. "For that? Nothing special. I made a reasonable suggestion. They all know I am more intelligent than they are. Why else would he keep asking if I had any better ideas? Still, it mystifies me why they think they can get away with doublecrossing me." He sighed as he walked agonizingly slow with her.
"Oh well. It's not as if I didn't plan to kill them all in the first place. They deserve it, many times over."
He smiled when the realization of who he was hit. Like a ton of bricks. "It's okay. You actually surprised me. I know you did it before thinking about it. It seems as though you do that a lot. Quite an instinct you have."
A chuckle worked its way out of his mouth as she asked a very complicated question. "Well... I am old because I know a guy, and I know what Keith would expect when I walk through the door. And I know him because I taught him. That class ring all of those monsters wear... I was their teacher. One of them. A long time ago." Worst. Class. Ever.
"Do you have any more questions, or shall we start making a plan? I can only walk so slow, Juniper."
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 19:17:36 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
The ID's were well made, as was the watch. "You've outdone yourself. Who made these for you?" No reason not to dig for more resources. Never knew when you would need a new identity. He gave Juniper a respectful nod as she handed everything over. "I did indeed, as well as my role in the Orchestra's board."
The old man didn't look at Juniper again, nodding firmly to Keith when he asked if they thought they were ready. He ignored their little interaction on the way out. It was just Keith feeling the need to exert control once more. He wouldn't be watching in any consequetial way.
As they may it out of earshot, the slow moving Simon spoke under his breath. "Keep looking forward. Have they looped you in on any plans to dispose of me?" That would tell him how much they trusted her, or rather, how little they feared her. That was important information. All of it was, really.
"This is our time to make plans ourselves. I talked him into this so that we could have a chance to talk. Don't look back at him, he will know we are talking about him."
The cane clacked against the floor as he walked, though he did not seem to lean on her at all, even though she was there.
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 13:57:29 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Simon took to pretending to walk with tons of effort quite well. After all, it hadn't been so long since that was just how he walked. Plucking along at an agonizingly slow pace, he came into view of the two sittin on the park bench much before he actually arrived there. "Ah, I see I am... right on time." He took a breath mid sentence, displaying the effort it took to walk and talk. If they were to underestimate him, he would have to be convincingly fragile.
He tipped his fedora to the two, his brown suit matching it perfectly. Both seemed to have a little bit of wear to them; they were old, after all. "I take it all of the preperations are complete. Do you have the fake IDs?"
With a grunt he situated himself on the bench a space away from Keith, looking about to their surroundings with a serene look on his old features.It was a decent enough day for this time of year.
"We'll want to head in as quickly as possible. I have a doctor's appointment in a few hours, and I'm not a very fast walker." He gave the slightest glance to Juniper to note her thoughts and condition. She was thinking about an uncomfortable haircut. Keith was thinking about how it had reminded him of the good old days.
He wanted to wretch. Your nose is itchy. The idiot was all about appearances. Would he pick his nose in public? Maybe, but he liked the thought of him just being irritated for a moment
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 3:44:52 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
The smile on his face was genuine as Keith arrived again, and things went back to the same oppressive atmosphere they'd been in before. When he'd first walked into the room he'd felt like seeing the young woman here might be a stroke of terrible luck, but she just might be his best bet at making this all come up roses.
He was snapped from his thoughts when Keith asked him if he wanted to play pool. Ah, one of those insecure tests he did to make sure his powers were still working. He really didn't want to play pool. If anything, he felt as though he was very much done here. Still, he couldn't exactly leave without making Keith feel as though he was in control of the situation.
"Oh, it's been a long time since I've played a game of pool. You know. That sounds like a splendid idea." He started to stand, but paused mid way, wincing. "Oh! Damn it all, I've thrown out my back again..." He looked up with a pained expression.
Pain often pulled people out of suggestions. It was a win-win if he got out of this, and still made the king of creeps warm and fuzzies. "Oh, lord above, I'll have to sit this one out... A nice bath ought to get me back in to shape. You youngsters have your fun. I'll- Ah, ouch, I'll take my leave."
He waved and started toward the door, eager to stop walking like this and get home for... well, a bath did sound pretty good, didn't it?
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 2:33:55 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
She looked for the remote. He kept it close. Little pings throughout the night had him checking on the damned thing constantly, reaching to touch it through the fabric of his left pocket to make sure it was still there. For someone who so constantly lorded over how secure and in charge he was in his mind, he sure felt pretty insecure checking that zap button all of the time.
Then again, how could he not? He saw her as a treasure mine. His way to paradise.
He remained calm and stoic as he gave her time to react to what was going on. Not that they had too much of it to talk right now. He wasn't trying to hash out details just yet; he just needed to plant a seed.
"Maybe not just now, but the idea would be to put you into that position." He didn't at all seem surprised she had the collar on. He'd felt her discomfort with it several times already, after all.
"Weath is nice, I will admit... But what I would like... just a little more. Is seeing those men to their grave. I have a feeling you wouldn't mind it much either."
"Oh, and... No need to apologize. I just ask that you don't let them know that I can read minds."
He smiled, and lifted a finger to his lips, before looking back as Keith made his way down the hall, the obvious pick for getting his way and being able to use the restroom first.
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 1:48:18 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He splayed out all of the plans for the players to react to. Simon carefully picked through their reactions to see how everyone saw themselves fitting in versus reality. It gave him a good idea when he would need to act.
Glancing over to Juniper, he smiled a bit.
You have to pee. Really badly. He presented the command to the three men, who had each defeated several beers, while his lay opened, and sipped from once. It wasn't a bad beer, but he'd wanted to keep a firm grasp on his mental faculties, especially around Keith.
"How nice of her."
The three men got up to go to the bathroom at the same time, and as they forced themselves down the hallway arguing over who would go first, Simon looked over to Juniper.
There was a pause as he waited for the men to be out of earshot. "He doesn't plan to let you go, Juniper."
He'd kept track of her thoughts on the manner. "Though you are right. He would kill them in a heartbeat, without remorse if you crossed him. So... I think it's time we started talking about alternatives, don't you?"
Posted by wavelength on Jan 10, 2021 1:19:00 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Almost gone. Might as well finish it.
He nodded along as Keith talked. He knew the plan moments before as he rehearsed it in his head, along with the details he left out while explaining it to him. Juniper hadn't been aware of the plan. Interesting.
"And, what will you three be doing while we are in there?" The old man asked, hands still resting on the cane's head. He hadn't opened his beer yet.
Drink.
"It sounds like quite a haul. The sort that sets you for life. I'm assuming you have a buyer lined up already?" Find out the buyer, so you can sell it to them after you doublecross them. His mind would tell him.
He glanced over to Juniper. Oh... Poor thing. She thought she was free after this? No, men like Keith didn't let tools go. They only let go when they died, and you pried what that coveted from their locked in grasps. Still, once he killed him, he could feel comfortable with the nice consolation prize of letting an innocent girl free, even if she had dropped him through a ceiling somehow.
"It's less suspect if we create the account beforehand, and make an appearance before the diamonds go missing, to deposit. Then, we can be on our second visit when the diamonds go missing, oh, no thanks, I ate beforehand." He couldn't eat around these men. Their thoughts made him sick to his stomach.
They started talking about girls, and the subject shifted to Vince. He'd almost cried with joy when he'd heard about his former student's passing. Some vigilante had crippled and killed him. He likely deserved worse, but you took what you could get these days. drink
"What are we looking at when it comes to cuts. Five way split?"
Posted by wavelength on Jan 9, 2021 23:58:00 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Juniper wasn't happy to be here. Why would anyone want to be in a room with these men? At least she didn't recognise him. As terrible a strange twist of fate this was, success wasn't ruled out by the girl's presence.
He moved closer to Keith to take a seat. Within ten feet of each of them, if he could manage. "Don't mind if I do, old friend." He Sat, resting both hands on the handle of his walking stick. In the handle of it was a worked in deringer, just in case he needed to end one of them in a hurry on the way out. Probably Eli; he'd always had the most disturbing thoughts.
He watched Juniper as she walked over to get him a beer, turning back to Keith just as he remembered some... fonder memories for him. His fist tightened around his cane. Jesus. If that wasn't motivation to find a way to put this son of a bitch in the ground, what was? He worked up a small smile "Thanks, dear." He said as the beer was deposited near him. Her mind seemed mostly blank for a lot of this... Dissociating.
He looked over to Eli... He was thinking of the right tendons to cut again. Make the limbs slide right off. It almost seemed tame in comparison at this point. Keith praised Juniper's skills. He nodded. "Oh, no need to demonstrate. I trust you, Keith. If you say she's good, she's good." That's right, you sniveling stain on the earth, I am clay in your grasp like any other moron you like to tread upon to walk this earth. Just you wait... I'll pry you from the throne you think you sit on and feed you to the @#$^king worms. He smiled.
Drink. All three of them would feel the sudden urge to take a sip. Simon smacked his lips, and reached over to grab his beer, using his walking stick to open it. James spoke up, and Simon didn't look his way.
He didn't have to be on his wavelength to know what he was thinking about when he said that. "Well, then. How about we get to business? You said you had a plan. What's the plan?"
Posted by wavelength on Jan 9, 2021 23:10:38 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
There were many ways in which failure could be measured. Many ways in which one could fail. The one Simon Bier disliked the most was the failure of those you were responsible for. If you were in charge of someone, and they failed, many people would sit there and tell you it wasn't your fault. But if you were in charge of several people, and they all failed? Well... How could you think of yourself as anything but a failure?
He'd decided, given a second chance, he would do what he could to amend his failures. So, when he'd been reached out to by one of his former students, three terrible moral failures, he jumped at the chance to crush them. Of course, Keith and his goons had no idea he wasn't still 97. That meant he'd had some work to do.
Some research, and even more money went into finding and funding a certain mutant who had the ability to change one'd appearance. So, when he buzzed himself into the small, likely underhandedly aquired property, he looked every bit the 90-something he'd been when he was on his death bed. Walking with a cane, he made his way to the back.
As he walked into the room, an old voice called out. "Hope you young scallawags aren't gettin into too much trouble back here!" Put on a chummy face. Smile and pretend nothing is wrong with these monsters. It's what you did before, but this time, it would be different.
"Garcia. Moore. Davis-" He froze at the presence of the last person in the room. Juniper? What... What in the world was she doing here? He felt a flare of panic, but quickly reminded himself he didn't even look close to the same. He looked back to Keith, the last of the three and the ring leader. "What's with the child?" He didn't need a direct answer. The sick young man turned equally sick 40-something would answer well enough in his mind.
