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.
Atticus had…improvised. Not his best work but it was fast thinking for him. Managing to split off part of the group and heat exhaust the rest had been a brilliant strategy in his mind. If he wasn’t supposed to flame-broil them then this was a good enough option. He knew when he did a good job and this time was certainly it. How could it not be? His abilities weren’t meant for those with a soft touch but still he should have managed something passable.
Standing up straight, his hands poised to produce more flames, he kept looking around with suspicion as to what he could do next. He managed to give himself breathing room but if the rest of these guys lunged or passed his moat of bubbling tar, then he was going to have a real problem on his hands. Burning hotter was always an option but he also didn’t want to have to choke those who were already down. Atticus had a feeling that would also lose him marks.
But, to his surprise, the multicolored fighters had not come after him any further. Instead everything just…stopped. And not even that, the entire world around him ate away at itself until everything vanished into the ether and all that was left was a vast, empty room of white and coldness. Kind of reminded him of a training stage in some of his favorite fighting games.
Oh crap. Was he supposed to fight the teacher now? OH. It. Was. On-
He blinked. There was praise thrown his way. Not the glowing review he had been expecting (and deep down desiring) but it was still approval. His chest puffed out a little. But then the lecture began. Something about teammates and working together. He was man enough to be a team on his own and with his abilities there was little to stand up against him. Still, as much as he wanted to throw snark back at Shin, he managed to maintain some degree of control.
”Yeeeah…um…whatevs,” he says, stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his hoodie. ”Manage to pass your test? When do I get the wicked uniform that doesn’t burn off me shoulders every time I use my powers?”
Len. Cute name. He would have to remember that from now on. Atticus folded that bit of knowledge into the back of his mind as he chased her down the hallway, leaving Feathers behind. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but they said something about being paid and defending the mansion. Finally some action after all that nonsense back in the danger room. Shin was the exact type of person that Atticus wanted to both show up and (unbeknownst to him) impress. Atticus craved that attention as much as he denied it. Maybe this mission, whatever it was, would be enough for Atticus to finally prove himself.
…or whatever.
Shaking the thoughts away, Atticus follows after Len and is marveled when he is bypassed by Feathers and his half-naked body. To make things worse, Atticus eventually lost sight of them because he still wasn’t used to the twists and turns of this place. One day he would get it but it definitely wasn’t going to be today.
Moving out through the front doors, finally, he finds Len and a naked Feathers. Feathers it shifting in a most painful looking way. Bits of flesh and muscle falling to the ground as the winged man he once knew changes into something out of a fantasy movie. Could he do that the whole time?
”What in the heEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL!!!
He didn’t know what it was but Atticus was suddenly snagged off of his feet by some invisible force. It pulled and moved him away from the front doors and into the air. Trailing behind the now flying Feathers with a mounted Len, the heatmancer found himself flailing wildly in a vain attempt for any kind of control over his body. Thankfully the flight wasn’t long and after Atticus landed with a thud, he righted himself and wobbled. That had not been the best feeling.
Someone nearby was monologuing but Atticus was busy trying to get his head back on straight. Once the world had finally managed to regain normalcy he saw a burst of a fire in the air and someone shout something utterly stupid.
”Eh? What was tha–UURK!!!” Atticus flew, his words cut off, as a fiery foot slammed into his cheek and sent him rolling across the grass.
The fire and the disrespect burned bright in Atticus’ eyes as he looked upon Shin. Atticus didn’t do well with authority figures on the regular, but after being embarrassed and nearly killed by a bunch of machines and hard light constructs, he was looking to lash out at any and everyone who could be perceived as better than him. And right now, Shin’s attitude, his word choice, even if that is not what it was meant to do, Atticus Dashwood took it as offensive as a slap to the face. And he didn’t do well when people gave him orders.
So he was a math teacher. Atticus wasn’t sure how to react to that news. He looked like he taught math but the majority of math teachers that he knew didn’t look like they could walk into a room full of robots to order them around. That seemed like another level of intelligence and/or confidence.
And then he went on. X-Men. Trying to be moral. Try again but this time with no casualties, even for the enemy. Atticus had thought this would go elsewhere, where he would be told rules and given threats about expulsion for breaking into a highly secret training room. Instead it seemed as if this guy wanted him to run through the exercise again – but with more challenges.
”No burning alive? Bruv, they’re not even real!” he started to argue. But, as the simulation began to whirl back into operation, Atticus could already see that the colorful warriors were beginning to slowly move back into action.
Great.
Atticus wanted wholeheartedly to just walk out. To flip off the authority and just do anything else. But it seemed that it would be impossible. If he walked out now, he was admitting defeat and that he couldn’t do it. If he stayed and managed to pass the stupid test then he could prove just how good he really was. Whatever. Not like he needed the approval.
So, rather than shoot Shin anymore sass, Atticus just scoffed and turned back around to face the rainbow brigade. Hands up, feet burning, the heatmancer turned to look them all solidly in the helmets and just grinned. He wasn’t going to back off from a challenge. So when the first of warriors moved, Atticus already had a plan in action.
He was a heatmancer, not a fremancer. He didn’t know how to make nets or cages out of fire, but he could definitely start controlling the environment. As a group of colorful warriors charged, fists up and running in unison, Atticus roared and shot a plume of fire off to the side. The flames immediately ate through a lamppost that sent it toppling down in front of the warriors. As they skidded to a stop, Atticus raised one foot, the heel of which was glowing white hot, and he slammed it down upon the concrete. Fire and heat erupted outward, melting down a path in front of him that turned from solid concrete into bubbling slag. The river growing, Atticus grinned as he made the moat, effectively boxing those warriors away from him. But, he wasn’t checking all his sides.
Another warrior, a red one, leapt from an area nearby, joined by one dressed in green. The duo quickly engaged with Atticus as he tried to defend himself but found that his defenses were severely lacking. He wanted nothing more than to burn them up but, trying to keep Shin’s request in mind, he did different. Raising the heat from his body, Atticus burned brighter and hotter, to the point that the heat around them was getting unbearable. Soon enough the two warriors began to weaken and slacken, their “bodies” inside the costumes sweating and overheating so much they couldn’t think straight. Once they collapsed, Atticus calmed enough to lower the heat. He then shot Shin a cocky look.
Atticus had mostly forgotten about Fox Girl at this point. Looking at the other young woman, one whom he had only seen in passing before, had certainly gotten his interest. The accent was killer. The confidence was buzzing. Atticus wondered why he had not try to chat it up with her before but before his mind could focus too much on that, he spotted another familiar face. He grinned as he eyed Carrick, the last time having seen him on his first day here. A chuckle fell from his lips as he nodded to him.
”Feathers. Good to see ya,” Atticus said…and then noted that Carrick was removing clothing. He quickly held up a hand…. ”Umm, what you on about, bruv?”
He was quickly filled in after that. As Atticus looked in confusion from Lenna to Carrick, his attention was brought back to Lenna as she made him a question/statement with “You can fight.” That much was obvious but she further explained that someone had requested help defending this place and there was someone outside bringing the heat. The last real action he got in this school was with the math teacher that made him fight a bunch of holograms and not “kill” them. This, however, seemed like it was all hands on deck and anyone who could do something about it, should.
So as she walked away, Atticus watched with interest…until she turned and gave that slight smile. And that was it. Atticus would later be ashamed of how quickly he had been recruited into whatever this mess was, but there wasn’t time to think about that now. Instead he reached back and blindly patted Fox Girl on the side (which he missed entirely and instead patted her tail).
”Listen. Gotta help with this. I’ll ring ya later, yea?” And Atticus looked to Carrick and then after the other girl leading the charge. The Carrick he snorted. ”Got to tell me who that is.” he smirked and began to follow after Lenna.
Meanwhile, Fox Girl huffs and turns to stare daggers at Carrick. She then grabs her tail, hugs it to her chest, and storms away; the whole while she continues to shoot suspicious glances towards the shifter until she is around the corner.
So it has been a solid day for Atticus. Ever since his experience in the Danger Room, the heatmancer had been trying to keep a low profile while also trying to be as full of himself as possible. It was a hard job but deep down, he knew it was something he could accomplish. What was so hard about being absolutely amazing on the outside and trying to hide existential dread that he might not be as prepared as he pretended? Whatever. He would figure it out for himself. What he needed to focus on was his new future here at the school and how it could get him what he always wanted – real and proper fame and respect.
But such heavy conversations were for another day. What Atticus found himself doing now was chatting up a cute mutant around his age. She had fox ears and fox tail that poked out from under her skirt. In her twenties and still, this was all her mutation did for her. Not that Atticus was complaining. He thought she looked amazing.
The two of them had met in the library earlier and were trying to make plans for tonight. Maybe dinner and streaming service? He worked for a food delivery app so he knew all the best places to order from and had a few discounts lined up! But as the pair of them walked down the hall, Atticus paused when a door opened and he nearly ran into someone on their phone.
His head snapped to who they were and he tilted his head. He had seen them around the mansion, hadn’t he? Looking at the brunette a bit more closely he narrowed his eyes. He had seen her not just around the mansion, but where else? The Danger Room, right? Didn’t he briefly see her heading away as he was getting his butt handed to him by a bunch of holograms?
He straightens up a bit, unsure of how much she saw or heard, and eyes her. ”I know you, don’t I?” He asked, the fox-earred girl twitching her nose curiously from behind him.
This was it. It was a fight to the death now. Atticus wasn’t entirely sure what these things were or how the school managed to make them feel so damn real. Whatever it was, whatever programming, magic, learning computer they used, he was going to make damn sure that it never forgot his name. He would burn it into the memory of whatever this things and forever scar it for messing with the Inferno.
But, as he unleashed his fires and practically burned them all to a crisp…they suddenly stopped. Frozen in place, the fires crackling around their bodies but they paid it no real heed save for just standing there, still as mannequins. It was unnerving.
It was then that Atticus remembered that he heard something through the pounding in his ears. Words spoken, like a command, but not issued at him. Then there was movement. Then he saw a figure strolling through this photograph of a crowd, and Atticus realized it was another person. At first he wondered if maybe it was another hologram or robot, but the person was too lively. Too real.
And then he spoke.
An introduction was given. The name of where they were. An observation of Atticus’ entry. And a criticism? Atticus stared at him, a little dumbfounded, and to take a long moment to find his voice. Was this guy, this “Shard” really trying to tell him what to do? Soon Atticus staring became incredulous and then humored and then openly mocking.
“Oh, alright bruv,” He says with a shake of his head. ”You look like a math teacher. What’d you know about what I can do? I was just about to smoke all these robot-light-things. I had them on the ropes. So who’re you to give me pointers?”
Atticus…was…hurting. The ground was suddenly closer to him than he realized. He was down on one knee, his chest burned where the atomizing laser had struck, and the flames in his chest were sputtering and smoke was coming out of his mouth. He had always thought he had boundless anger, enough to full flames as hot as the sun if he needed to. But this place, whatever it is, was forcing him to his absolute limits. The constructs around him, be they robots, holograms, hard light, whatever the case, made it impossible for Atticus to think straight. There were just so many of them in different forms, different designs. Some armored, some in just spandex, some of them animal, or element, or even car themed. It was as if there were endless variations of them that would take an eternity to go through. What were they?
A female one, colored pink and with a heart-shaped visor on her helmet somersaulted closer and managed to drive her white boot into his chest. Atticus shouted and stumbled back onto his butt. A growl formed around his lips as he took a weak swipe at her from the ground, only to be met with another firm kick to his chin. For a brief moment, Atticus only saw stars of all the colors of the rainbow. And then, as he watched the pink one pull out a bow (oddly with no string or arrows) and awaited his end.
Only it never came. There was a sudden movement and towards the back one of the armored ones faltered forward. The movement was so sudden and off putting that multiple warriors turned to watch what happened. Atticus couldn’t see from the floor but shouting followed as someone called out to them, told them to look at him, and then the voice began to move away. He wanted to reach out, he wanted to ask for help, but as he watched all the warriors turn their backs towards him, he narrowed his eyes.
Opportunity.
Anger flared in him again. How dare they hurt him. How dare they touch him. How dare they mare him. The orange-yellow light in his chest began to burn brighter and firmer, filling his body as the smoke dissipated and only heat and flame remained. More of his clothing began to burn off then, falling into smoldering ashes on the floor. His gaze snapping onto the backs of many of the chasing warriors, Atticus suddenly slammed one foot into the ground.
A burst of fire erupted from that one foot, launching him upwards into the air, higher than he could have jumped on his own. Palms out forward, he screamed in bloody rage as all his fire and heat collected into his palms and were released from the vents in a surge of fire and heat that rippled the very air around him. The backs of several warriors were struck as fire wrapped around them and collected into a seemingly endless whirlwind of blazing fire.
Landing on the ground, Atticus’ yellow eyes flashed dangerously as he collected more heat into his palms and his other foot. Anger overtaking him, he shouts to those warriors still remaining. ”Come on, bruv!! Who's next?! I’ll show you why you don’t mess with the INFERNO!!”
Okay. So this wasn't going as originally planned. Atticus has all the confidence in the world. There hasn't been many problems that he hasn't been able to solve with either intimidation, charm, or melting it down into slag. Now, apparently, he found one of those rare situations where he had absolutely no idea what to do.
It didn't start that bad. When the multi-colored knobs had launched themselves forward, Atticus wasted no time throwing himself backwards to dodge. As he rolled he tried to think of all the things that made him angry: the injustice of the wealthy, what his grandfather did to his mother, the fact that Muscle Man was getting a standalone film before Catwing. All of it bubbled up as rage within the young man's chest. So much heat generated within him that a yellow-orange light began to emit from within, making a silhouette of his ribcage. Eyes turning white hot, he raised his hands and grim the vents in his palms flames erupted.
Colorful warriors with displayed weapons in no way used were swept up in flames, turning and wheeling through the air. A could of them were tossed aside but far more seemed unfazed, mainly red and yellow ones. It was almost like they had an affinity for the element. Atticus then watched as those he had defeated had been replaced by others. Similar colors and designs, but different enough to look like they were from a completely different team. Who were these guys?
Atticus did not have enough time to think about it. The rainbow warriors came on in waves. Some easily falling to his fire abilities, others seemingly posted up by it. The heatmancer attempted to switch things up. Using makeshift weapons he could find around him or holding in the heat in his hands or feet to deliver a harsh blow. It was a valiant effort but soon enough Atticus was discovering his limit as his flames began to dim and a well placed shot from another warrior atomized a sizeable hole in his shirt.
This momentary faltering caused nearly it for him. Atticus was surrounded. There were so many of this multi-colored wankers that it looked almost at if he had not defeated any at all! Panicked by this thought, tore shirt half hanging off his lean but muscular frame, Atticus began to back off.
Maybe…Maybe due I've he had bitten off more than he could chew?
A training room, hh? Not only that but a training room that was dangerous and was built for the sole person or training and perfecting mutant abilities? It’s not like his powers could be perfected anymore (how you give more luster to a diamond?), but there was still intrigue and interest there. How could there not? Atticus never had access to stuff like this where he was from. He was lucky if he and the mates could find an empty basketball court at the park for a game or two. Once again, the rich (even here in America) flaunting their wealth above all.
So it was only fair that Atticus take a whack at this “Danger Room” and really test its boundaries. Sure the counselor, Grandma T or whatever her name was, had said he needed to be supervised by someone from staff to sign off on such an exercise, but what did she know? Nothing, so long as he kept his time here quiet enough for no one to notice.
Standing in the middle of the empty room, Atticus Dashwood, dressed in jeans and a gray hoodie, yawned as he looked around at all the emptiness. It was a simple matter to melt the locking mechanism on the door. Easily granted him entry. But once he was in, he wasn’t sure where to start. It was a whole lot of nothing.
”Bollocks…” he said with a sigh. Snapping his fingers, the dark skinned young man continued to look around. There were no keyboards, screens, not even a big red “On” button. ”Man…what a scam. How do you even activate…”
As soon as he said the word, lights came on and walls seemed to shift. A mechanical voice spoke out from nowhere.
”Activating Danger Room…Difficulty settings…Default…Ready to begin?”
”Huh? Wait no. Umm…” He didn’t think it was going to work but now that things were finally starting, how could he not partake? ”Max difficulty.”
There was a beep and a long pause. The room adjusted further.
”Activity Danger Room…Difficulty setting…Maximum…if this is correct, please confirm and remember to only set difficulty to maximum if entire veteran team is present.”
Atticus rolled his eyes. He wasn’t some baby. He was certainly he could handle whatever these rich folks considered dangerous. So with a nod of his head he firm shouted ”Confirm!” and sat back and waited.
At first there was nothing. Just an empty room with the sounds of movement in its walls. For a moment Atticus thought maybe the system was broken again but quickly changed his mind when the scenery around him shift to that of a cityscape but all the signs were unreadable to him. Looked like some kind of Japanese, maybe? Heroic music began to play then and suddenly from the nowhere, jumped out several figures who landed in varying poses. All were colorful, all were helmeted, and some seemed to have animal or dinosaur insignias upon their chests or insect-like designs. What were they? And why were they synchronized? And why were they all jumping towards him with fists drawn back!?
Atticus was in no way impressed. He had dealt with authoritative types before and found that no matter the profession, they had always riled him up. However, at this moment he was unable to really express that anger since he felt a disconnection to the fiery furnace within his chest. It was…not a good feeling. It was a feeling that he had gotten used to and, now that it was gone, he noticed just how cool everything around him felt. It was a lonely sensation and one that he didn’t want to continue having.
So, he tried to shoo her away. The elderly woman (okay sure, she still had it in some places) was completely cramping his style and he wanted her gone. Sadly it seemed she was the exact person he needed to talk to about finally finishing his registration with the school. He, of course, sighed.
”Of course you are…” he said with a defeated grumble. To the other two who were speaking to one another behind him, he gave an annoyed look. ”Horsegirl, Feathers, are you absolutely positive there is no one else I can talk to about finishing up my registration here?” He turns back to Gemma then and waves his hand dismissively. ”Not that you’re not great. Wicked, mum, truly, but maybe someone a bit more awake can help me?”
Because old people sleep all the time. That was his point. Atticus had never been good at not offending someone. His music. His attitude. His abilities. It was just naturally that he put people on edge. But clearly the young man had yet to learn the lesson about how terrible of a choice this was and that eventually this attitude of his was going to be thrown at the most wrongest person in the world…
Oh there it was. Now this was what Atticus liked to feel. Carrick had wanted to know what he could do, well, he was going to show him exactly what he could do. The anger welling up inside of him, Atticus taps into that dark, dark place as he feels the furnace in his body build up higher and higher. The heat continues to rise so much that the air around him wavers and blurs to the point that it can be seen by the naked eye. It was hot and it was only getting hotter thanks to Atticus and his need to show off.
Though Carrick doesn’t seem to be all that impressed, the action only egged Atticus on to continue with his endeavor. Would have to burn the kitchen down to get the reaction he wanted? The entire mansion? Sure he was game for that! Atticus was not one to back down from a game of chicken, no matter how dangerous it was.
Unfortunately it seemed that his game would be prematurely canceled. While he grinned mischievously at Carrick, there was a strange feeling to wash over it. It felt almost like all the air was being sucked out of the room. Suddenly he could feel the heat dimming, as if he was burning out all the oxygen and yet he was A.) still breathing, and B.) still completely pissed off and only getting more irritated. What was going on? In a frustrated panic, Atticus turned around to the sound of a new voice suddenly appearing. He hadn’t heard them enter because the flames had been muffled out the sound but now, here he was, looking at someone new.
>> "Mr. Dashwood? Please refrain from burning down the building. We just had it rebuilt from scratch."
”What’s that?” he asks, almost as if looking for confirmation that she was the one who shut him down. ”Did you do this?”
Atticus’ eyes return to the palms of his hands. The bioorganic vents that sprouted when his mutant powers developed are just cold now. There was no more heat being generated and that was a surprise considering how angry he was about it. He hadn’t felt like this in a few years now. It was strange, alien, and he definitely did not like it.
He looks up at the return of Horse Girl and rolls his eyes. So she was the one who went and grabbed the power thief? She was seriously working her way off his pursuit list. To Mrs. T-C, whatever Carrick called her and gives her an obstinate look.
”Yeah, yeah, neat trick,” He waves her away. ”Mind backing up, love? I don’t much care for what you’re doing to me.” He looks to Carrick and Horse Girl. ”Can all the grannies in the building do that?” He asks in a whisper that is not at all a whisper.
Atticus was mostly listening to feathers at this point. While the tour so far left much to be desired, the heatmancer was continuing to feign interest for the simple fact that he had heard rumors. Rumours about teams of heroes, about secret facilities, and quite frankly he wanted to break that news all over the internet. But, for the time being, Atticus would continue to play along until he could find some subtle way, some brilliant mind trick, to draw the information out of his new tour guide. It would take subterfuge and persuasion, but Atticus was certain that if he waited for the right, most opportune moment to strike, that Feathers would open like a book.
>> ”Well if ya want secrets all ya ‘ave to do is ask.”
Okay. So maybe it would be far easier than he thought. Who would have known that just outright asking would break the dam of secrets here?
Atticus turned the camera onto Feathers as he continued to talk. DR? Jet? Assassins on staff? AND a retractable basketball court and rocket launchers? It seemed this place was exactly what people were guessing it was and he was getting confirmation from a resident (or at least frequent visitor)! This was really going to blow up the internet, wasn’t it? He wondered how much he could sell this to the BBC for…
Quickly Atticus stopped the stream and turned on his video camera to just record. That way he had the only record of the rest of this conversation. Makes it far more valuable to sell off, you know?
”Magic cult? Now you’re having a lark, mate,” Atticus scoffed. However he paused in thought and than vaguely began to remember running across a few articles online. ”Wait…” He looks around as if just realizing something. ”Wait…so this? This is the school that was attacked? The one that was all over the news last year?” He shook his head in astonishment and muttered a soft ”Wicked…” under his breath. Why did it take so long for him to make that connection?
>>””So, what can ya do power wise Atti? Asking because it’s gonna determine where we go next.”
”Atticus…” he says, correctly Feathers. He wasn’t a big fan of nicknames, despite the fact that he freely gave them to everyone else and stubbornly refused to learn anyone else’s real name unless they’ve earned it. However, Atticus soon smirked and shrugged his shoulders. ”...and I bring the heat.”
Atticus took a moment to remember irritating things: Feathers calling him by the wrong name, Horse Girl rejecting him despite him being so nice, that annoying kid in the plane next to him who kept crying for more sucking candies to help his ears pop. Rolling his neck as the tension welled up, Carrick would feel the immediate area around Atticus getting warmer and warmer. Soon Carrick would note the glowing orange in Atticus’ eyes as he holds his palms upwards. Vents of organic metal seem set into his palms that begin to glow until they erupt in small plumes of orange-red fire.
Atticus grins a cocky grin to Carrick and winks.”The real heat, as you can see…” He paid little attention if anything around them blackened or caught fire. This was a mansion for mutants right? They should be able to afford it. [/i]
"Ah. Wicked." Atticus says as he drops his stuff on the ground. It was nice to see a place like this actually doing what it was supposed to do and catering to the occupants. He didn't know who the peon was that would be gathering his things, but Atticus would make sure to leave them a tip in the form of an autographed picture of himself. It was like printing money considering how famous he would be in the future.
His stuff abandoned, except for his guitar case, Atticus followed Feather's deeper into the mansion. The kitchen seemed to be a favorite of the winged Carrick, an idea punctuated by his continued gestures with his half-eaten sandwich. Moving from there to the classrooms, Atticus looked around with only semi-interest. Classes. Bleh. He knew that it would be something he would have to contend with here but there was a small part that had hoped it would be something different. At least there were music rooms. Atticus looked with interest towards those, happy to know there would be free strings when necessary.
"Can't say no to 'Free'," he mused aloud. And though he doubted the school had the talent he needed to rebuild Atticus and the Infernos in America, he still offered a gracious smile (so, so saccharine) in reply. "Ah. Yeah. Sure the sessions are...cracking."
His phone up, Atticus continues to stream the tour, including himself in the image as many times as he can. Though the audience was shrinking a little there was still a healthy number of them up. To Carrick's question, the heatmancer chuckled.
"You bet! At least a cool fifty!" He pans the camera again. "We'll uncover all the secrets, won't we?" He then zeroes in on Carrick again. "You know where the real aces stuff is, don't ya?"
Atticus saw no wrong with his words. Horse Girl, err...Woman, was cute! He wasn't going to say no to her if his life depended on it. If anything he was sure that she would catch on to his flirtatious words and maybe bring that pretty smile back. Unfortunately it appeared as if he had been incorrect and she missed his meaning. Odd. Why did she seem so irritated and cold? Oooooh, he began to wonder if maybe --
But his thoughts were cut off by the death glare coming from several animals. Hey now, that didn't seem fair. His orange eyes shifted from the hackled dog, to the glaring rabbits, and back to the stone-faced blonde. Ugh, why did the pretty ones always have to give him a hard time? Especially when he went so far as to compliment them so nicely! He said he liked Cougars! Who didn't?! Fools...that's who. And speaking of...
>>"Carrick..."
Atticus shifted his gaze over to Feathers and arched a brow. The man seemed to be in mid-bite of a sandwich. Atticus turned back to address Horse Girl but found her storming away, her and her motley crew of animals. Hands shifting into the pockets of his jeans, he sucked his teeth, sighed, and then turned his head just enough to eye Feather's out of the periphery of his gaze. As he looked over the clearly confused, winged man, Atticus found his own irritation start to rise -- an effect which could be felt in the room as things around him began to feel just a tiny bit warmer.
He stared at the other for a few more silent moments before he shrugged. "Well, Feathers. Looks like just you and me, huh?"[/color] He pauses then, looking between Carrick and his bags, before gesturing with a bit of a cocky grin. "So...you gonna take my bags or...?" He shrugs then, waiting for Carrick to answer.
Okay. That one stung a bit. Atticus was arrogant enough to think that most people had heard of him, or at least his band. He couldn’t count the number of times that people had waved him down or called out to him at pubs wanting an autograph. Sure it had not happened much since he entered the Americas but his social media had tons of followers who were literally from everywhere, even here in America! So it wasn’t too much of a belief that he would run into a fan here, at this school, especially a pretty one.
Unfortunately it seems he had said something wrong as the pretty smile simply vanishes from her face and an expression of deadpan annoyance. That…is unfortunate. A smile like that should not be used sparingly.
But, back to the conversation at hand. Atticus waves the question off dismissively before he replies.
”Ah no one needs that paper stuff anymore, love,” he says, taping his phone to minimize the stream and open up his email. The “sent” tab is tapped and the screen shows his transcripts and application had already been submitted. ”Already sent all that in, see? Supposed to meet with a counselor. Thought you might be her.”
>> ”Careful mate, that there is a teacher… used ta be fun but then she got older. such is life though.”
Atticus turns to Feathers and offers him a cheeky grin. A glance back to Horse Girl and then back to Feathers before he says…
”Nothing wrong with older, mate. I love meeting Cougars.” Another wink is shot at Horse Girl before he sighs and sets his duffle bag down and strolls into the mansion, looking about with a mixture of wonder and mischief.
>> ”Carrick O’Conner! Lead singer of....The snack pack? Workshopping the name.”
Atticus chuckles a bit. Pulling a lollipop from his pocket, he unwraps it and pops it in his mouth. The white stick dangling between his lips wags too and fro as Atticus continues to walk around. But, out of the corner of his eye, he looks at Feathers, now identified as ‘Carrick O’Conner’, and smirks.
”Keep at it. I’m sure you come up with something wicked, ya?” That turn, he turns back to Horse Girl, glances at all the animals and then sighs deeply and opens his arms. ”Well, do I just go pick out a room myself or you care to show me around. I might get into trouble on my lonesome.”
