The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 14, 2021 7:58:40 GMT -6
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The corners of Rowan's mouth twitched slightly, struggling not to smile. Xavier seemed...nice. Rowan was surprised that the older student was so...willing to 'teach' him about camping. In his experience cheery people tended to stay away from Rowan, his grumpy timidness dampening their mood. For a moment Rowan worried that Xavier had been asked, or worse, paid, by the teacher's to be friendly with him. He decided to put this worry aside. From what he'd seen Xavier was just...friendly.
The mention of friendship bracelets did make Rowan huff and blush. He was a big tough boy! And big tough boys didn't wear bracelets!
Eventually Mr. Johnson got the door open and began to let the students inside. He also explained the rules. Rowan wanted to ask about the off limits basement, but decided to keep his questions to himself. His mind immediately assumed the basement was one of two things. It was either a torture chamber or it had beer in it.
The shifter took a moment to wipe his shoes on the doormat, not wanting to drag snow and mud inside. As he was doing this Jasper blocked him in the doorway.
"Hey wolfboy! I know you have a rock in your pocket. Lemme see it!"
Rowan puffed up slightly, glaring up at the taller student, stuffing his hands in his pockets to protect the rock he found. He snarled slightly, displaying sharp teeth.
"Shove off! You don't get to see it! It's not for you!"
Jasper laughed slightly at this aggressive display, holding up his hands in a 'hey take it easy' sort of gesture. But it was enough for him to leave Rowan alone, the older boy moving into the cabin.
Rowan hung back as the other students scurried off to find their sleeping arrangements. The two girls hurried to pick their room first, with Xavier zooming all around the cabin to help carry gear. Rowan was the smallest of the guys present, and probably the youngest, which didn't fair well for him in the pecking order.
He eventually followed the rest of the boys to their room, claiming a cot once the others had selected theirs. Rowan tossed his bag on his claimed cot, sitting down next to it with a slight sigh. It was pretty chilly in the cabin, but he was sure it would warm up soon. Rowan and the cold didn't mix too well. Without much prompting Rowan got up and helped the other boys move the cots around, so they could all sleep comfortably. It wasn't because he cared or anything! He just wanted to make sure he got his own space.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 13, 2021 7:35:48 GMT -6
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Rowan was still surprised by how much the woman let him talk. He had, in his many schools, become used to counselor's cutting him off after a bit. Usually with unhelpful advice about unrelated topics, like his poor diet or sleeping schedule causing his anger issues. And at worse it was with suggestions for new medications he should take.
So when Gemma let him finish his thoughts, and then began to speak herself, Rowan found himself actually listening to her. Not just silently nodding in hopes of getting the conversation over faster.
>> "Some people will tell you to look on the bright side and focus on the positive. Which is important. But none of that works if you don't also allow yourself to talk... or think... about everything else that goes with it."
Rowan was quiet a moment, frowning into his cup of hot coco. After a moment he spoke again, slowly, like he was trying to find the correct words.
"I...I think for me it's...the opposite? There really isn't a 'bright side' to my mutation...so I only have bad things to focus on..."
He huffs slightly, keeping his gaze on the floor.
"I mean...I'm not gonna be an X-men, saving people and junk. Cause my mutation is bad and scary."
Rowan paused again. He occasionally opened his mouth to speak, but was having a hard time articulating how he was feeling. Luckily, Gemma wasn't rushing him.
"It just...sucks. I...I know it sounds stupid to say, cause I'm just a kid or whatever, but I was finally...figuring things out? I was doing better in school, I swore off fighting, I was..."
He stopped speaking suddenly. His prickly and distrustful self preventing him from opening up about that. He sighs.
"I just...feel like I'm back at square one, or whatever..."
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 9, 2021 7:56:41 GMT -6
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Rowan was running out of things to focus on. The cool wall against his back was growing warmer as he began sweating. One of the lights in the room flickered slightly, which was more of an annoyance than anything. He could smell blood, his own blood, as his claws continued digging into his flesh.
The dog again brushed against his leg, firmer this time. Good dog.
Slowly Rowan was able to uncurl one of his arms from around himself. And as his hand lowered to pet Zorro the claws retracted, leaving only his blunt fingers to brush through the fur.
Feeling the course fur was enough to ground Rowan again, and slowly his mind was able to return to the conversation at hand.
He was able to steal a glance at the cellphone from around Ms. Sundance. Yes, he recognized the other man in the picture. It was the police officer who dropped him off at the school. Although Rowan was in no mental state to explain that. He also was too mentally strained to even hide the look of realization in his eyes. Rowan was trying his best to keep himself standing up straight against the wall, but the tremor in his legs was making this difficult. The young boy hunched forwards slightly, arms wrapped around his head, desperately trying to block out the stressful stimuli.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 8, 2021 11:28:37 GMT -6
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Rowan's growls had only grown more guttural, more animalistic. Luckily Ms. Sundance realized what was happening and yanked him back. For a moment his red eyes locked on Ms. Sundance's. He snarled at her a moment, less aggressive and more frustrated. Fluffy clearly didn't like being pulled from it's target. But Ms. Sundance's firm tone was enough to break through to Rowan. He blinked, eyes returning to their normal green, as he was forced back against the wall.
From there Rowan really started losing the conversation, instead completely focused on keeping himself in control. He could occasionally hear the other adults in the room speaking, and at the moment it seemed like Ashton and Kemp were turning on each other, but he really couldn't tell. Rowan winced, looking down at his hands. His fingernails had started growing and sharpening. He quickly crossed his arms, claws digging into his flesh. At least he wouldn't scratch Ms. Sundances' walls.
He tried to calm himself down, tried to find something else, anything else, to think about. He couldn't shift, not here. Ms. Sundance would be okay, Rowan knew and trusted her, so Fluffy would't see her as a threat. But the two cops...they would probably get caught in the crossfire. And worse, he might scare Zorro.
Rowan's mind quickly cycled through the various coping mechanisms he had been taught and practicing since attending school. And for a moment, just a moment, he was thankful for his Danger Room sessions. He tried to ground himself on the thing's he could feel. The cool wall against his back, his claws digging into his arms, Zorro brushing against his leg.
His shoulder's were shaking, his breathing heavy. For now he was able to keep himself calm, er well at least calm enough. But Fluffy was not too please. It thrashed around in his head angrily, like a dog pulling on a leash. In brief flashes Rowan's mind was filled with all sorts of gruesome images. Dog teeth sinking into Kemp's neck. Heavy paws shoving Ashton to the floor. Defending himself from this...questioning.
"M...not a...monster...'m...Row...an..."
The young shifter was barely able, through gritted teeth, mutter the line Cold Steele had told him so many times.
Rowan was flooded with relief as Kalos reacted to his gift. He was been afraid for the worse, in case she had laughed at him or flat out rejected it...but maybe she...liked it?
She had even called it a treasure. A treasure! Rowan's heart fluttered. It was a similar feeling to how he felt when he was anxious, scared of shifting, but...it didn't...hurt?
He nodded when she asked if she could keep it, trying to keep from smiling.
And suddenly she was speaking, rather quickly. Reminding him he was on his way to class. And before he could really react she was on her way out the door.
Rowan gave a little wave as Kalos exited.
"Uh...y-yeah...see you later..."
There was a pause, Rowan waiting a moment to make sure Kalos was actually gone. When he confirmed the coast was clear he hopped off the washer, grabbing his backpack. He closed his eyes. And smiled. He gave his fist a quick pump in the air, celebrating his success! She liked his lame rock!
Taking a moment to regain his grumpy composure Rowan then heads to class with a spring in his step.
The corners of Rowan's mouth twitched slightly, a tiny smile. Eventually his hand found what he was looking for.
"I mean...I didn't get this for you because I expected something in return. When I found it I...thought you might like it."
He noted the way Kalos sat up. He frowned slightly, hoping he hadn't raised her expectations.
"It's...it's nothing like...fancy. I just...uh..."
Rowan pulled his hand from his bag. He uncurls his fist revealing a palm-sized rock. At first it looked like a normal rock but as Rowan turns it in his hand he reveals a large chunk of quartz jutting out of it.
"I...uh...found this while on the class make-up-work camping trip. You...didn't get to go...so I thought I would bring you back a souvenir."
He leans forward, passing the rock to Kalos.
"I'm...uh sorry it's not that cool, I must have got your hopes up..."
Rowan has assumed Kalos would scamper off to ask someone more...interesting her questions. So it came as a surprise to the young shifter when he was suddenly pulled off his path. Half of his brain was worried about being late for class. The other half was ohmygoshshe'salmostholdingmyhand. The second half of his brain was much louder.
He allowed himself to be pulled into the laundry room, partially closing the door behind them so no passersby's could comment. He hopped up on one of the washers, legs swinging slightly, still trying to get rid of his blush and regain some manly composure.
There was a moment of silence while Rowan pondered the question. Whatever this was Kalos was clearly taking it seriously...the least he could do was try to answer her questions...And then butts were mentioned.
Rowan froze a moment, any attempt to return to a normal shade of not-red failed. He nervously sputtered, trying to find a way to answer. After a moment he let out a short, nervous, laugh. She...obviously hadn't meant that in a weird way...she probably heard someone say that.
He nervously scratched at the back of his head.
"Uhm...I dunno...that's a more...grown up thing to love..."
He cleared his throat, realizing he was a little squeaky.
"What love mean's to people...I mean love takes a lot of different...forms? It's different for everyone..." He paused a moment, stealing a look at Kalos. "For some people love is cooking for someone, and for other's it might be more...physical. Like holding hands!"
Rowan quickly added that last part, not wanting to answer any questions about that
"Some people show love by giving gifts, or...you know...taking care of them.
He suddenly sat up, as if remembering something.
"Oh yeah! That reminds me...hold on..."
Rowan slung his backpack off, setting it in his lap. He began to search through the abandoned papers and lost pencils.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 6, 2021 21:50:17 GMT -6
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Rowan was on his way to class, a small stack of books and papers hugged to his chest. He was bobbing and weaving around passing students, struggling against the flow of walking traffic.
Suddenly someone was walking alongside him, someone he recognized. Before Rowan could greet his friend she was asking about...love?
Immediately Rowan started to blush, averting his eyes. He slowed down slightly, not wanting to lose Kalos in the crowd.
"W-what? Love? Uhm..."
Rowan nervously stuttered a bit.
"I mean...it's an emotion? That people feel and show?"
He had no idea what brought this question up...was she taking notes?
>> "the thing is... we found some DNA on Monica and ran it through our system. There was a match. That match is you.
Rowan's eyes widened. He could feel his blood run cold, the numbing tingle in his chest. He tried to speak, but it just sounded like a strangled squeak. They found...DNA on her? Like what? Hair? Fingerprints? How was that even possible? They hadn't spoken, no less get within fifteen feet of each other.
He was pulled back to the present conversation by Kemp changing the subject. To his mutation. Oh. So that was what this was about. Ashton's slip up earlier and this proved the cops knew about him.
Ashton approached Rowan, speaking in a hushed tone. Rowan was shocked, really only catching part of what the younger cop was saying. But enough broke though Rowan's numbing fear to register what Ashton was talking about. Lawyers and guardians.
And then Kemp tired to leave. That was the final straw for Rowan.
Like a switch Rowan flipped from timid and nervous to complete rage. The young shifter suddenly stood up, the chair squeaking on the floor. He slammed his hands on the desk. Rowan's lips curled back, sharp teeth on display. He glared up at Kemp. Huh...were Rowan's eyes always red?
"You're! You're LYING! There wasn't any DNA! You ran out of leads and had to pin it on someone! So you picked me out of some stupid mutant list so you could catch some bad guy and get a pat on the back from your boss!"
Rowan snarled again. He was shaking, trying to hold back frustrated tears.
"Well I refuse! I won't let you force me to confess to a crime I didn't commit!"
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 4, 2021 15:24:57 GMT -6
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Rowan narrowed his eyes. Wolfman rink huh? And even though Ashton quickly corrected himself the slip still happened. And it was too...coincidental to be a simple word switch. Did...these cops know his mutation? Why? Ms. Sundance wouldn't have told them...right?
The conversation was again directed at Rowan, and he was expected to answer their questions. Rowan sighed. He could feel Liz's eyes on him. For a moment he really didn't know what was worse; being arrested for a crime he didn't do or getting in trouble with the school for sneaking off campus.
But if the woman, Monica, was really missing or in danger...maybe he was just being questioned as a witness?
Rowan fidgeted a moment, picking at his hands and avoiding eye contact.
"I...uhm..." He sighed again, exasperated. "I saw her at Wollman Rink...in the park. Last Saturday. It's only a ten minute walk from here..."
His voice petered out for a moment. But he quickly added, wanting to defend himself before anyone could question him.
"It's just...I've never seen a real figure skater...like in person. And someone mentioned her and the park and since it's almost Spring the ice would be melting and..." Rowan stopped, realizing he was ranting.
He added one more thing, sinking back in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I sat in the park and watched her stake for awhile. There were other people there watching too. And then it started getting dark so I walked back to the school. That was it."
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 4, 2021 3:06:45 GMT -6
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"Uh...you know..ladling..." Rowan pantomimes being a lunch lady; scooping up food and dumping it on a plate. "At my last school...er...schools students weren't allowed in the kitchen. It's been a few years since I've made my own food." He sheepishly scratches the back of his head. "Like...even stuff like toast and stuff."
>> "Well Rowan, this should be a fun new thing to learn with Head Chef kalos"
Rowan struggled not to smile as Aoi made an effort to include him despite his extreme lack of experience in a kitchen. He was glad to see her in better spirits. He spotted a sink, taking a step away from his new friends...er...classmates, to wash his hands. He had dressed a wound today, and the group had been crawling around on the floor. Rowan then returned to the ground. He stood at mock attention in front of Kalos.
"Yeah Head Chef Kalos. I'm ready to learn."
His first task was to collect the cupcake pan and liners...easy enough. The pan was found quickly, it was exactly where Kalos said it would be, although it was partially buried under a various other trays and pans. Eventually he freed the cupcake pan and began searching for the liners. Opening different cabinets he eventually found them next to the sprinkles and food coloring. As he retrieved them Kalos hopped up onto the counter, getting spices. Instinctually Rowan held a hand up, 'spotting' her incase she slipped.
Rowan carefully looked over the spices Kalos had collected, and then back to the recipe. He nodded. Nutmeg, cloves and cinnamon were all called for in the recipe, but with varying measurements.
He sorted them left to right, from least to most in the recipe.
"One Fourth teaspoon of cloves...one teaspoon of nutmeg and...one and a half teaspoons of cinna-"
Rowan was cut off. The cinnamon Kalos had fetched was actually cumin. He stood on his tippy toes, struggling to get the cinnamon from the shelf. Once he did he showed Kalos the two bottles.
"This one, with the longer word, is cinnamon and this one is cumin. Super easy mix up, the packages almost look the same."
There was no mockery in his tone, he was still impressed by how good her english was. He set the cinnamon with the cloves and nutmeg and returned the cumin to the spice rack. With his first two tasks complete he again turned to Kalos.
"Oh hey, Head Chef, I saw a cheese grater in one of the cabinets. We can use that to shred the carrots, so we, uh, don't have to use knives. He subconsciously scratched at the scar on his face. Rowan had never baked or even eaten carrot cake before, but assumed the recipe would call for little shreds of carrot and not big chunks of carrot.
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 3, 2021 7:00:36 GMT -6
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There had been an awkward silence between Liz telling Sam to unlock the door and the realization that Sam had gone off the trail. Luckily Liz was able to keep the students occupied, although Rowan would have preferred just to break the door down.
Rowan had been hoping to clean the fire pit, it didn't sound too tough. But the cat spoke up and claimed the task. Before Rowan could question how a small house cat would gather stones an answer appeared. And that answer was spectral zombie maids? Huh...Rowan blinked. Maybe best not to ask.
And then Xavier excitedly sprinted into the woods, calling himself team two. Rowan looked around at the remaining students. Well...looked like team three would be a big team. The four students walked off the path and into the woods. At first it was difficult to find kindling, as the snow was rather deep. But it didn't take long for them to find dry ground, mostly under trees were the snow had piled on the branches above.
There wasn't much idle chatter among the group, mostly 'oh! Found some!' and 'do you think this is dry enough?' but their teamwork got the job done quickly. Soon the four students returned, each with a pretty big armful of pine needles, twigs and pine bark.
That hadn't been too bad...Rowan just wished he had brought gloves. He paused a moment blowing on his red, cold, hands. Something sticking partially out of the snow caught his attention, A small rock, it looked like it flecks of mica in it. He pocketed the stone before anyone else could snatch it.
Rowan had again tried to linger off to the side of the group, only to be spotted by Xavier again. He was able to answer Xavier's first question with a simple: "N-not really, this is my f-first time actually camping." Before the much taller boy began to excitedly ramble about...imperialistic organizations? Rowan didn't respond much aside from some nodding, but he really was listening. It was nice to be ranted at, made him feel included.
Just as the cold was really starting to bother Rowan, Sam returned to the group once again.
Rowan eyed the dead reindeer curiously. For a moment he salivated, thinking about how good it would feel to gnaw on its leg. This thought quickly turned from appetizing to disgust...he probably shouldn’t eat raw meat. Plus something about it smelled...off.
His attention was again on the cabin, now that the group had a chance to get inside. Liz had singled out Hiyori and Lillian, why did those two get a room together. Oh right...girls. He glanced around at the gathered students, the boys room was sure to be crowded. He briefly wondered if there would be bunk beds, how could a camp claim to be a camp without bunk beds?
Posted by Rowan Gray on Feb 1, 2021 19:47:11 GMT -6
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As Kemp pulled out the stack of photos Rowan sat up, curious. Something about the way Kemp put down each photo was strangely...sterile? Each picture was placed an equal distance apart, no bent corners or creases. Maybe Rowan was just overthinking things, trying to distract himself.
Rowan looked at each photo, eyes slowly moving from picture to picture. Some of them looked familiar, maybe. They just looked like normal people, like people you would see walking around a grocery store.
But one of them, the second to last photo, caught Rowan's attention.
The photo featured a woman with dark skin and brown eyes. She had black, tightly curled, hair in a bun on her head. There was something very friendly about her, maybe the wide smile or the brightness in her eyes.
Rowan...recognized her. He lingered on that photo a few seconds longer than the others, eyes wide. He tried to move onto the last photo, but he knew that Kemp had caught his expression change. He considered saying nothing, but knew if he tried to keep tight lipped that Kemp would force him to talk.
He sat back in the chair, not looking at Kemp.
"That lady at the end...I've seen her somewhere, but I don't know where." He fibbed, crossing his arms over his chest. He felt a flutter of anxiety. Who were all these people? And what did they have to do with him?
Rowan suddenly stole a glance at Ashton, silently pleading that the younger officer just explain what was going on.
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Rowan gave Zorro another pat, running his fingers through the fur on his back. He hadn't realized how much he missed getting to be near animals. Maybe Ms. Sundance would let him take Zorro for a walk sometime!
His attention was back on Kemp as the man sat down and pulled out his briefcase with a sigh.
Well...teaching a kid a lesson because he didn't clean his backpack and teaching a kid a lesson because he was harassing a girl were two, very different, scenarios for Rowan. But still, he had to give Kemp some credit for at least trying to relate to him.
Yeah...there it was. FBI. He really had seen it coming, with the whole 'agent' thing and the suit. But hearing the man actually say it was...frightening. But Ms. Sundance said they were just there as part of a routine thing...right?
Rowan furrowed his brow. And now he was asking about school? Why was he making small talk? Didn't he have like...a job to do?
"Schools...fine. The teachers and students are...fine..." Rowan grumbled, his answers short, not wanting to discuss his school life with a stranger. And he still didn't know what his relationship with the school had to do with whatever case he was working.
What had he been up to lately? Well the semester had really only just started. Rowan shrugged.
"I dunno...class? Studying? Oh!" He turned to Liz. "I got an 80 on that math test I had been worried about." Taking his exams in Ms. Taylor-Cervantes' room had been helping a lot with his test taking anxiety triggering his mutation.
Rowan turned back to Kemp, his body language again closed off and aggressive now that he wasn't speaking to the teacher he trusted.
"I'd like to get back to class. You say you're here for a reason. Could you just...say it?" Rowan grumbled, his patience already worn thin by his general dislike for authority figures.
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The corners of Rowan's mouth twitched slightly, almost a smile. She was right, he hadn't finished his hot chocolate. And it would be a shame to waste it. Rowan brought the cup up to his mouth enjoying the smell a moment before taking a sip. It was still warm.
He could just...talk? Rowan took a nervous glance around the room. He didn't see any cameras or microphones...and Ms. Taylor hadn't been writing anything down. He just...didn't want to be psycho-analyzed later.
All those years of adults nervously whispering about mutations, and the news segments on TV about the destruction they cause, and the boys at his school calling each other 'mutants' as an insult...but now he could just...talk about it?
"I guess...I'm still not used to talking about it...I've had my powers for years but I didn't know I was a mutant until...recently..."
Rowan nervously picked at his hands again.
"After the...uh..." He paused a moment, maybe a moment longer then he would have liked to. "After my...first shift...I don't really remember it...but I felt different...but I just figured I was having like...psychosis or something..."
He took a sip of his hot chocolate, his hands shaking slightly.
"But...then I shifted last month...and it was obvious then...I...I still don't know if it was a good thing or not...I mean...I ended up here I guess..."
