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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Muppet moved to stand partially in front of Desire when Zorro and Liz appeared. The large dog was stiff and obviously protective of the tall catlike man behind him. With a gentle sigh Desire grabbed the bright red collar he had quickly picked up for Muppet on his way back to the mansion. A firm hold on his massive scarred former fighting dog and Des turned his black and gold eyes to his new coworker.
"It's a beautiful day 'n yup ya got tha name right." He smiled widely showing a bit of fang when he did. Not in a threatening way mind, just his canines were sharper than most people's. "Nice ta meet ya, Liz?" Her name was a question that he wanted confirmed. He thought that was what he'd heard her name was when he had been given a brief tour of the classrooms and his coworkers.
"This big overprotective boy is Muppet. I volunteer at a shelter 'n I've been workin' with him since I came ta New York. He ain't very friendly ta other people 'n was deemed unadoptable. So be very very careful he's bitey towards everyone who ain't me. 'n I only got on his good side after a couple o' bites, a package o' bacon, 'n lots o' chicken mcnuggets."
Des knew he was rambling. He wanted to shut up, really, but he was a little excited over adopting his big bitey baby boy. He'd felt a certain kinship with the scarred dog, he knew what it was like to fight just for survival and no other reason beyond that. He knew what it was like to be hurt by others and scared of being hurt again.
Leaning down he pressed a loud kiss to the top of Muppet's head. A clear sign of affection that the dog obviously liked. Muppet relaxed a little and leaned into Des, wagging the stump where his tail ought to be. "I know I shouldn't be bringin' such an aggressive animal ta tha Mansion but I got word that they were gonna put him down 'n I just couldn't stand tha thought. So I adopted him. We got a deal goin' if he don't bite my students he's gonna get steak."
Remy was going to kill him. Well not really but Des was pretty sure he was going to get a grumpy face from his best friend slash roommate but Des would have pointed out if he wasn't so weak hearted then she wouldn't love him half as much as she did. His weak weak heart had gotten him into a myriad of messes while he'd been in New York, like the lone time he'd carried an old Auntie and her groceries across the street at the same time and was accused of kidnapping by passerbys. Or the time that he'd gotten the cops called on him because someone had thought he'd hired a hooker, which was hilarious because the hooker in question had been Remy and Des was as gay as the day was long.
Damnit he should stop thinking about Remy and focus more on the problem at hand.
The massive dog that sat in front of him looked at him with happy eyes. Yea Des had gotten himself a 'puppy' a hundred and twenty pound former fighting dog with only one eye and no ears and a myriad of scars littering his massive body. Des had been working with this dog almost as long as he'd been in New York. It had taken a month to get the dog to trust him enough to get pets and walks on leashes. Now he wasn't aggressive or mean or bitey....with Des. That had been the major problem the dog had only liked Des and refused to be handled by anyone else. He'd even sent another volunteer to the doctor for a dog bite which is why the rescue had decided that today was the dog's last day on earth since his chances at getting adopted by anyone were close to zero.
Des had gotten the text during the middle of class that today was D day for his favorite and to come before closing to say his final goodbye.
Well let's just say that Des' terrible civilian driving skills had been put to good use during his lunch break. Now he had a dog. A massive people hating monstrosity that he decided to lovingly call Muppet. Petting Muppet's back Des kept a tight hold on the leash he had. "Yer a beautiful boy. A goodish boy fer daddy so don' go bitin' students k? I'll give ya a steak if ya can make it through tha day without bitin' any o' my students. Got a deal Muppet? No bites equals steak."
Des knew he was an affectionate guy once people shifted from strangers to safe to cuddle. He still hugged his parents and his family's various pets were definitely not safe from being held and cuddled. Certainly it had been a little weird for him to start cuddling a dead body for all intents and purposes. No comforting heartbeat, no breathing, a weird sort of cool sensation to the touch. She was human shaped though and gave some really good pets so he got over his animal instincts and cuddled her. A decision his waking and sleeping mind could agree on as excellent.
Flying blind with no details on how on earth he was going to pay rent was not exactly what Des would describe as 'okay'. He wasn't a control freak by any stretch of the imagination but he also liked knowing things. Still he wasn't gonna bitch or moan about what Remy was obviously trying to do. She wanted whatever living space she had picked out for them to be a surprise. Knowing Remy he also knew that this surprise wasn't going to lead him into therapy or question her sanity.
At least that was what he thought as they drove into New Jersey with the radio blaring upbeat pop music. It was moving music, the kind that made it hard to just sit still. So Des ignored convention of what a 30 year old man should do in this situation and wiggled happily in time with the changing beats. He looked like a lunatic but that was really okay since he always looked like he was vomited from Lewis Carroll's mind while the man was on absinthe.
When they got to the admittedly nice neighborhood Des started to feel a little uneasy. There didn't seem to be apartments in this area and it looked too put together and posh for duplexes. What the hell was Remy thinking bringing him into such a nice place? What were they going to rent? Was it a room? Rooms were fine it wasn't like Des and Remy hadn't been cohabiting for the last couple of months together in a teeny motel room.
Side eyeing Remy hard Des wondered if this was an elaborate prank or if this was for real. "Uh Remy love, how tha fuck am I affordin' rent in this place? I don't wanna go in 'n love it 'n then cry at tha price tag. Are we rentin' a room? If we are then why tha fancy agent 'n not tha owners?" He asked in genuine confusion. His butt remained in the seat but he had at least taken off his seatbelt. Cursing when she slipped out of the car without giving him all the answers to his questions.
Following her like the obedient giant cat man he was he scoped out the place. Fancier neighborhood than what he was used to, then again he'd been raised on a farm surrounded by land, animals, and little cousins. It was a lovely ranch style house with a large front yard perfect for gardening. He'd love to grow some vegetables and herbs and fruits here. No wait. Stop getting distracted, Remy was planning on something and was leaving Des out of the loop for the moment.
If August asked Des would try to describe elegance to him. It was something that was hard to put into words even though Des could spot it from across a room. He'd learned early on how people with culture moved, he had competed in dance competitions and had held decent positions in ballet recitals. Different people from different social classes moved in different ways. It was hard to mask what you'd learned since birth and Des could only mimic the kind of elegance August had. What Des lacked in elegance he made up for in grace.
"Yer welcome." Des had been taught to compliment people in a way to try to win them over. It had just only backfired when Des was too honest, creative, or straight up catlike in his attempts. He was pleased his compliments had gone over well.
With wide bright eyes Desire took in the violin with genuine appreciation. It was a well loved instrument, a high end one too if Des could guess these things accurately or not. He didn't reach out to touch, because Des knew he could occasionally be a a disaster on legs. Not that he was a klutz but he would freely admit to being weirdly attracted to disaster. Not that he was thinking August was a disaster or anything of that ilk, it was more he was a man who when drunk did attempt to attack laser pointer lights. A fact he should never have admitted to his undead roomie because she had juuuuuuust had to see if he was telling the truth. A bottle and a half of moonshine later with a heavy dose of catnip and Des had been making a fool of himself for Remy's amusement.
"It ain't easy ta have enough talent 'n dedication ta get ta second chair in an orchestra company in a a city with so much talent. I'm impressed." Des paused as he took a sip of his coffee and he nodded his head. "I go ta all sorts o' clubs 'n dance halls ta keep up. I make 'em inta fun times by doin' a nice dinner before dancin'. If ya would like ya could come with me fer this week's dance date? I was plannin' on goin' ta a steampunk bar club place I'd heard about 'n see what kind o' dancin' people did ta electronic swing."
Des had just shoved a piece of cake into his mouth when August asked which school he taught at. Swallowing quickly he grinned. That thankfully wasn't a difficult or shameful question to answer. "I teach at tha X-Mansion. It's a school fer mutants so I dunno if yer family would donate to it or not."
"Well yer handsome." Desire stated that as an absolute fact. He was in new territory here trying to flirt with a guy without the intention of immediately going to bed with them. "Ya also seem elegant. It's been fun watchin' ya interact with tha world around ya." He threw a warm smile over to August, his tabby ears perking forward to better show his attention was focused on his conversation partner.
People almost always had problems with his name. It was almost as bad as being a boy named Sue but not quite. At least he had a decent set of nicknames to go with, Des for most people, Dizzy for family, McGee for almost every military acquaintance he had. "August, what a pretty name. It suits ya."
"What do ya play?" Des gestured with his fork to the case near August genuinely curious about what August did. Taking a bite of his coconut cake he smiled a little to himself. It was delicious as usual. "I work as a dance instructor at a private school." He offered willing to share information with his conversation partner. He knew he didn't quite look like the usual dancer with his obvious mutations and height. He was also just a little more tightly muscled than your average dancer, it wasn't hard to conclude Desire did a lot of working out to keep his body in that sort of shape.
It was also interesting to see a dancer willingly eat cake and sweetened coffee. They could be as picky as a model or pop star about calories. Des was just graceful as he ate his food without hesitation. His manners speaking of at least some basic etiquette training.
"Breakfy!" Des cheered in his half sleepy tone. There were few things that he loved more than not having to scrounge for food. Remy spoiled him, really. More than one cup of coffee and food was an easy way to get him in a good mood before the day really started for him. Which really got him a little suspicious as to why she was being extra nice this morning. Well nice was relative since she had been poking him right above his tail where he was extremely ticklish. Better than shouting his last name in a sergeant voice at least. That always got him awake and aware even faster than being shot at if only because he'd never met a nice drill sergeant. They weren't supposed to be nice but they'd always had a special interest in making Desire's life a living hell. He'd only repaid them in kind though so it was fair.
"The bed is a bit small fer two people..." Des hesitantly answered. He was taller than most people standing at 6'2'' if you didn't take his ears into account. He had a dancer's body though so at least he didn't take up too much width on the bed. Especially when he decided in his sleep that it was time to cuddle the life out of Remy. She'd been a good sport about his sleepy time cuddles. "So I take it we're not takin' Tinkerbell." Remy had been utterly exasperated the first time she had met his JLTV, it wasn't shiny, fast, or sexy like the name implied but he loved his Tinkerbell. Remy on the other hand found it 'impractical' and 'slow', Des however loved to point out Tinkerbell could survive all manners of harsh conditions. Not that there were many harsh conditions in New York but it was the idea that counted.
"I'm always on radio even when ya deign ta let me drive." Des teased. Clambering into the Bentley he had barely even started to buckle his seatbelt when Remy started to drive. Seatbelts were important, they kept one from being a projectile in the event of a crash. Not that Des was thinking that Remy was going to crash the car but it was something instilled in him in the navy. Safety precautions were important especially if one was a walking hot mess like Desire. Syncing his phone to the Bentley's sound system he picked Shake It Off because why not wiggle dance in the car?
"So we're gettin' a rental then? How much is my portion?" Desire asked as he wiggled in time to the music. This was a good idea on her part, Des had been worried about what to do about living arrangements. He had a room at the Mansion that was waiting for him to occupy but he doubted greatly that the Mansion would welcome his undead bestie as a roommate. The whole revenge murder every time she occupied a new body was a little tough to swallow for the sensitive folk he worked with. Not that they were wusses but what Remy did was definitely illegal and as people who worked closely with the police it'd be hard to allow her to continue to roam free. So he kept mum about her powers. He'd be in deep shit if anyone knew how much he knew but she was worth the risk. Remy was a good person, messed up, but good at her very core...well if you looked at it hard enough you'd see it. Or maybe that was just Des.
Des couldn't help wanting to sleep as much as he wanted to. Damnit he spent twelve years in the military and before that he had school in another county to go to in the morning. This catman wanted to just have a lie in every morning that permitted it now. Especially since he had just started a job at the X mansion. It was nice to just sit back and enjoy the morning sun while cuddling his undead best friend. He had to say Remy took his feline need for touch at a remarkable level considering most people who'd seek out hugs from her would be eating bullets. Nope Des was happy that he held a special place in Remy's dark heart hole.
"Mmmrgggfff." Was his first semi intelligent response. Half of it...okay all of it was because he wanted to be an ass and keep sleeping but Remy was going to murder him with pokes if he didn't get up. So he gracefully sat up, clad only in boxers, and took the proffered coffee. Des drank it like a dying man drinking water and he could feel a little more humanoid now. Humoring Remy was his top priority right now and he started getting dressed in his jeans, t-shirt, and boots. Finally ready he stood and presented himself to his undead roommate. "Look I'm ready now where're we goin' 'n why?"
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 29, 2021 13:43:27 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Homosexual
33
3
May 13, 2021 8:42:37 GMT -6
Elluvias
Well shit he hadn't won the attention of the cutie. That was a reflex smile not a flirt smile. Was he too mutanty for the cutie? There really was no hiding the fact he was one, it'd be like trying to hide Waldo in the artic. Not very feasible unless visibility had turned to shit. Oh well if the cutie wasn't interested there was no way Des was forcing the issue. He could be a good boy when he wanted to be. Taking his drink and his cake he went back to his seat with all the grace of a professional dancer. Which he sort of was at this point.
An amusing thought that the Mad Cat of the SEALs had turned into a dance instructor for impressionable children. His old CO Captain Anderson must be having a field day trying to explain that one to others. Where most retired SEALs took on mercenary jobs or went into the CIA or FBI, Des decided to say that he was done with that. Sure he wanted to eventually become an XMan and help protect the kids but he also knew he needed a bit of a break.
Moving his bag off the table Des then settled his coconut cake on top. He loved coconut and had first stumbled on this coffee shop just to eat the cake that had five star reviews and several key smash descriptions. The cake was good, almost as good as his Memaw's but not quite, he really was coming back regularly because hot damn there were some fine men who frequented this place.
Eye candy was good but he tried to be subtle about it, he watched other people too and idly wondered what their lives were like. He liked making up stories to go along with various regulars. What had caught his attention though was, in his own words, the coffee shop cutie. There were no stories in his head about him, just an appreciation of his figure and mannerisms. He seemed to be elegant and intelligent, two things Des found very appealing.
Today was just his day of courage, to try and initiate contact. Which he had fai-
Wait the cutie was coming over.
Cue an internal screech of happiness at doing something semi right.
A warm and brilliant smile flashed over Des' features when the cutie came over and began to speak to him.
"Yer welcome." Des tilted his head in acknowledgement and couldn't stop the faint flush spreading on his cheeks. Compliments were good. "Thank ya." Keeping eye contact with the cutie Des gestured to the open armchair across from him. "Would ya like ta sit down? I've seen ya around here a couple o' times 'n have been wantin' ta meet ya. My name's Desire but most people call me Des."
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 29, 2021 10:31:52 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Homosexual
33
3
May 13, 2021 8:42:37 GMT -6
Elluvias
Goddamnit he'd finished his first cup of coffee too quickly. Now he had to get more without looking like a creeper. That was today's goal, which Remy had laughed her undead ass off when he told her that. Really he set low bars for himself to jump over for today but they were attainable bars in his mind at least. He had confidence in himself in a great deal of areas but dating...well he'd read lots of romance books and comics so he had a rough idea of how the real world would work. He wasn't searching for his one true love today he was looking for a conversation. Because conversations were the building bocks to getting kisses from a guy who hit a ten one Des' hot guy alert.
Getting up he made sure to plop down his less valuable belongings on the table he had claimed and got up. Only stupid people would try to take his place now. The two armchairs and little table would be safe or else he'd give one helluva stink eye to any brave enough to cross a former SEAL's plan on....
Oh sweet baby Jesus he was here.
Des hadn't caught a glimpse of his cutie but he could identify the scent. It was close, so very close taking a quick peak behind him proved to be both good and bad. Good because it confirmed the fact that the cutie was here, bad because he was suddenly very nervous. Smacking himself internally Des began to think of a plan.
A beautifully flawed plan but a plan nonetheless.
Getting to the counter Des pulled out thirty dollars. That should be enough right? It had better be because if it wasn't it'd be highway robbery and Des wasn't chill with highway robbery.
"One iced caramel macchiato 'n a piece o' coconut cake 'n then use tha rest ta get tha guy behind me a drink 'n a baked good if he wants. Tha change from that is yer tip." Des said smoothly chancing a look behind him to then smile charmingly at the cutie behind him. Daddy always said to woo with kindness and Des was going to take those words to heart.
Standing now off to the side since his order was placed Des hoped that the cutie would come talk to him.
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 28, 2021 21:56:49 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Homosexual
33
3
May 13, 2021 8:42:37 GMT -6
Elluvias
Now Desire reassured himself for the tenth time in just as many minutes that he was NOT being a creeper or a stalker or anything malicious. He was simply intrigued by someone, not that that was anything new. His curiosity was piqued quite often in the city by a myriad of things from sights to smells to sounds. It was just this time he planned on doing something about being intrigued by a person. He'd never had many opportunities to do anything beyond trolling for a drunken one night stand, he was the epitome of exotic with sun kissed skin and purple tabby stripes, pink and purple hair, and dark catlike eyes. His colorful ears and tail blended in with his hair and he looked like a dream made reality. Even the scar on the right side of his jaw and neck didn't detract from his charisma. He was good looking he knew, in his worn jeans dragon age t-shirt and leather jacket.
He garnered some interested looks in the ten minutes he'd been here waiting for the person of his curiosity to show up. He ignored them of course as he sipped on his iced macchiato. If this was a bar it'd be so much easier. He thought to himself as he rested his chin on his hand. Bars were familiar places to him but that was a place for picking up a single night with little to no talking. It'd help relieve some tension but that was not what the half egyptian wanted.
Conversation was the name of this game. He wanted to get to know the cutie who frequented this coffee shop, see if he was as cultured as he appeared and sounded. Des might be from the south and sound like a hillbilly but he was extremely intelligent and liked a wide variety of things. Sure he was an performance art nerd but he'd read up on philosophy, religion, and studied multiple languages (and could out curse any civvy in most of them because being a sailor did that to a person). So a smart cute guy was right up his alley. Now he just had to find out if he could pull off charming. A task with an unknown outcome.
Hopefully if the cutie came today he wouldn't get coffee poured on him and the police called. That was the bar Des aimed to jump over. Low he knew but considering his luck it wasn't a far fetched possibility.
"Hey 'm a deviant whose been in repressive situations since I was a child. Can't blame me fer not always recognizin' that other people will notice how sex I am 'n go fer it. I'll hold ya to it considerin' right now my sweatpants are yer underwear 'n I have a sick fascination with makin' people eat their dares." Des grinned back, mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Ya better pet me bitch." Was all he said before Des went horizontal in the back of the taxi and gracefully flopped onto her lap. No heartbeat, no gut movements, weird scent that was getting more tolerable the longer he was around it associating it with 'friend'. He purred invitingly and batted large kittenish eyes up at her, doing his best to make himself cute. It worked only half of the time when he attempted it and usually the pets he got from those times were pity pets. Pets were pets.
"Gotta feelin' it ain't gonna shock me but it would shock my grandmama." Turning so he could easily look at her face during the conversation Des kept himself on her lap. "Was honorably discharged 'bout a year ago 'n I went back home ta my parents because nothin' like torture makes ya want yer mommy. Well couple o' months back this government dude shows up at my place 'n tries ta sell me on tha idea o' joinin' up with his shit 'n spyin' on a local mutant faction here 'cause he was 'worried' they were trainin' mutant kids fer a private army o' some sort. Told him ta shove it but I gotta say I was intrigued by a school that was exclusive ta mutants yanno? What kind o' safe space would it be? What kind o' target fer terrorists would it be? Kids are kids 'n don't deserve ta be targeted fer stuff they can't control. So I figured I could come up 'n be a dance teacher at tha school 'n join up with tha faculty in keepin' munchkins safe. Just haven't found tha courage ta go there yet. I ain't a shinin' example o' personhood."
Posted by Cheshire on Feb 11, 2021 13:41:54 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Homosexual
33
3
May 13, 2021 8:42:37 GMT -6
Elluvias
Oops Desire hadn't meant to scare the piss out of his new partner in crime but it had happened anyway. He sometimes forgot people didn't expect him to just appear from nowhere. A little voice in his head that sounded a lot like his old CO said he should apologize but he couldn't find the words to come out. Instead he looked sheepish for a moment before focusing back on the mission at hand.
"I aim ta misbehave." Desire said cheekily with a grin on his face. Okay he was a huge nerd but it just made life more fun that way. Keeping pace with his new friend Desire felt his heart thumping in excitement, he liked climbing and the more difficult the better. "Torch then crown? Are we doin' this inside or outside tha statue by tha way? I'm game fer either."
Posted by Cheshire on Feb 10, 2021 14:38:09 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Homosexual
33
3
May 13, 2021 8:42:37 GMT -6
Elluvias
Desire preened in pride at her obvious amazement at his service. It was so nice to be recognized as doing something good and cool even before he added his special forces training into the mix. It stung a little when civilians shunned him for his choice to be military, he'd done it to do good in the world not cause terrible pain or strife. "Thank ya kitten." He said wanting to reach out and ruffle her hair, though refraining from doing so because he had just met the teen.
"Good or bad Americans let ya know where ya stand in their opinion." He shrugged far too used to being scrutinized and labelled as 'other' to call his country any other way. They were a vocally judgmental lot, some areas being better than others as he was finding out New York to be.
"Duly noted kitten. Guess bein' half human helps keep me from gettin' tha cat restrictions. Promise I won't add citrus ta any food I give ya." He crossed his heart with a clawed finger as he walked confidently ahead. He was learning his way around the city now and google had been such a great help in finding everything he needed.
"Ain't a bother if I'm offerin'"
Keeping a grin on his face he kept his gait an easy slow pace, letting Hiyori catch all the landmarks she'd need to find the international market from the fish market. When they arrived at the admittedly sketchy looking store Des didn't hesitate to go in. All the best gems were the ones with multiple health food code violations in them. Fresh produce sat in bins and buckets and he immediately went to find the items he was seeking. Like a connoisseur he poked and prodded produce, lifting it up to sniff delicately before making faces and putting it back down. No, he was going to make a perfectly cat friendly feast for his new kitteny friend.
Now that was nifty. Des wondered if that was a physical body or an illusion, his nose couldn't tell the difference since she smelled exactly the same. Cat and person in an unique mix that he'd only smelt on himself before. It was more than nice to meet another cat mutant and he was a little envious of how normal she looked in comparison to him. His wildly pink hair with purple tabby stripes stood out no matter the situation and the purple stripes on his skin gave him an even more exotically fantastical look with his fluffy pink and purple tail.
He bowed back to her respectfully, recognizing her as Japanese of all things. What luck! He'd been stationed in Japan for several years during his early days in the navy. "No problem kiddo." He waved off his own generosity with a casual flick of clawed hands.
"Used ta be in tha navy 'n I was stationed in Japan fer a few years before I joined tha SEALs. Gotta say yer country knows how ta treat cat people. Tha closest I've ever come ta bein' accepted fer bein' me was over there. They also appreciated my undyin' love o' fish."
Tilting his head in the direction of the nearest international market he grinned. "Gotta get me some fresh miso ta go with tha salmon, meybbe some pickled ginger too. Mind if we use ramen noodles 'n scallions ta go with it? Don't got no rice cooker ta make rice with right now. When I get around ta gettin' a job I'll buy one 'cause rice just don' turn out right on tha stove."
Des didn't approach her any further though he could have climbed up the tree if he had wanted to. No, it was better to stay down and let her get used to him before he tried to get closer if her reaction was anything to go by. He kept his own calm expression tilted towards her as his tail and ears twitched in fascination. He'd never met another cat mutant, that was if that was what she was. He was willing to bet a good deal of money on it which is why he had talked to her in the first place.
"Can't say I blame ya, took me a good number o' years not ta steal dinner from my 'um when she was makin' fish. She ended up gettin' me dashi flakes ta appease my instincts. That 'n a swat on tha rear if I got a little too focused on dinner." Des kept the easy going smile on his face and shifted his weight to better stand at attention.
"I paid fer tha fish don't worry, cats gotta stick together don't we?" He asked, fangs flashing just a little in the dim morning light. His eerie eyes practically glowed and he motioned at her fish. "Would ya like ta eat with me? I was plannin' on cookin' my salmon in miso but if ya feel more comfortable bein' outside I don't mind a little raw fish. This shit's sushi grade if my nose was tellin' me right."
He had a knife on him that could be used for fish chopping if need be though he wasn't above just digging into a filleted fish if need be. He'd eaten weirder things during survival training, like bugs. Crickets were crunchy and tasted good enough, though he wasn't a fan of water beetles. Those had gotten into a sandwich a time or two in his day and the added non lettuce crunch was more than he wanted. "Name's Desire McGee, though ya can call me Des if ya want ta sugar."
