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.
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Will tried not to scowl at Lee's insistence that he should practice with his powers. It wasn't anything he hadn't thought to himself a hundred times, but he was good at ignoring himself. Hearing someone else tell him however, especially when they were speaking from experience made it that much harder to try and brush aside.
A dozen difference excuses tried to rear their head in his mind and the man almost listened to them. Almost.
Instead, words from Lee earlier in their meeting rang louder in Will's mind.
"Sometimes doing nothing is the only thing you can do... And then there are other times when you do have a choice."
Will took a breath in and let it out in a frustrated huff, largely directed at himself. How dare she keep being right about these things?
"Makes sense." Will said with all the enthusiasm of a child who was told that eating your vegetables would help them grow up big and strong. The man dragged a hand across and over his forehead, swiping the sweat damp hair back and off his skin, wiping his hand off on the leg of his pants. "Guess it might be useful to someone, even if it doesn't fix my own problems right away."
Tch. Who was he to be complaining about his situation? Will rubbed the back of his neck, feeling sheepish almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. "Ah, sorry." Will apologized again, though this one seemed more sincere than a cultural conversational tic. "Like ya said, old habits and all that..."
"I'm not," Will started, trying to explain to Lee his reasoning for some of his insistence on clinging to his secrecy. "I'm not worried about today, you know?" Will insisted, feeling fairly sure Lee wouldn't need any metaphors spelled out. Heck, she was probably dumbing things down for him. "But once something's out there... It's out, y'know? Can't be unsaid."
Will gave a little 'snrrk' of laughter at the emphasis of his chosen pseudonym as Quin threw it back at him, matching her grin with one of his own.
"Yeah, yeah" He said through the bit of laughter, "I promise I'll be able to stand upright next time I see ya." He countered, raising a hand in a wave goodbye as Quin turned and started making her way through the park. Watching her for a few seconds as she walked away, he shook himself out of his daze and tried to wipe the grin off his face.
Maybe the sun hadn't been out to get him after all.
It was still awful out though, and the siren call of air conditioning and a cold drink the size of his head was almost as loud as the city around him. With a grunt of effort to get his stiff legs moving again, he peered up at the vanishing sun, trying to remember his east from west and make sure he set out from the park in the right direction.
Course (more or less) plotted, he cut through the trees and across the grass in a stiff legged gait, taking a beeline path to make his own way home.
Oh. How long did it take him to -do- something, not how long it lasted. That made sense. Will smiled apologetically at the misunderstanding. Well, both parts were probably important anyway...
"Ah, right. Sorry." He had never seemed to manage to be able to shake the linguistic tick of apologizing every other sentence. "That part's a little wobbly." Will admitted as he responded to Lee's question, a focused look on the man's face as he tried to put everything in as neat of words as he could. "If I'm turning everything up or down? 'bout a minute. Bit more, maybe."
Will paused, combing through his sparse memories of the times he'd gotten the chance to experiment with his abilities to piece together more details. Said times largely couched in the guise of a party trick with intoxicated friends or friends, using some lame excuse like pressure points, or some other ridiculous premise to at least attempt to deflect suspicion.
Hm. Thinking on it... that was a pretty flimsy cover -- he probably hadn't been quite as sly as he'd thought when he was younger.
Shaking off the distractions, Will continued, "Bit less if it's just one sense. Half, if I really try? But tends to be a bit less comfortable for someone if I'm enhancing. It's less..." the man gestured, his hand moving in a small circle as though trying to gather the word from the air, "Filtered? Less... controlled? End up with overstimulation problems, same as if I try and tune someone up too high."
"Other than that... Well, I can give someone a nasty shock pretty quick." Will gave Lee a little smirk at that, almost smug for a moment. "See, the trick with tweaking things up or down is it's precise... Like tryin' to thread a needle juuuust right." Yeah, there was really only one way that a needle was threaded. It wasn't the best analogy, but it, hopefully, got the point across. "But," Will continued, poor wordplay be darned, "It's real easy just to grab all the threads and yank."
With his explanation done, he listened closely as Lee spoke again, as she gently urged him into trying to be less closed off about his situation.
As she spoke, Will could tell she was talking sense. The things she'd said earlier, as well as now all painted an excellent argument to be less afraid. The political environment was better than it might have ever been for mutants. She wasn't arguing for him to go yelling from the rooftops, just share with one or two people. And Lee herself had almost certainly been through worse than he had, considering she must have been here in 2007. Even then, she was moving on and forward.
And yet... The familiar, almost comfortable knot of paranoia and fear in his gut was hard to just shed, even in the fact of sense and logic. The idea of opening up, letting his 'status' as he thought of it be something he could freely share was tempting and terrifying all at once. He knew it was safe now. At least as safe as anyone could be. But history repeated itself, and once he said it, once things were out there they couldn't be unsaid. Just a target on his back waiting for the next time the politics swung and--
Will forced himself to stop thinking about the worst case scenario yet again. He was here, talking about it, and the sky hadn't fallen. It was fine.
Will took in a slow breath, holding it. Tried to focus on just -one- of his senses. The feel of the hard paved path through the soles of his shoes, smooth, stable, small pebbles just pressing hard enough into the rubber to be noticed. Two, three seconds and he let out the breath, calmer. Something he'd learned from those stress management classes. He still hated them.
"Yeah." Will said, sounding resigned even as he agreed with Lee, "Yeah, I know. Prob'ly just bein' too stubborn. And I'm not gonna get much better at what I can do just by wishing real hard."
Will snorted out a small, embarrassed laugh as she commented on his less-than-nimble hands when he'd nearly dropped the phone. Imagine if he'd broken it. That would that have been awkward.
Trying to push past all that, he nodded at Quin with a smile as she asked him if he'd be alright getting back home. "Yeah," Will answered, sounding sure about that, at least, "Might not be sprinting anywhere, but I can still put one foot in front of the other. Plus, MetroCard." Will added, trying to reassure her that, no, he wasn't quite as bad at taking care of himself as it might have seemed. "And there's always Ryde if I'm really ragged."
Though, between the sinking sun and the stiffness starting to creep into his legs from standing around after being so mean to the muscles that kept him upright, it probably was about time to be making his way out of Central Park.
”Are you training for a race or something?”
"Nah, not anything like that." Will admitted, lifting one leg and then the other as he spoke, making sure his legs hadn't locked up too much after his run. Evidently satisfied, he continued, "Just made a habit of running at some point, and now it's hard to sleep at the end of the day if I don't get my steps in."
All the best lies contained some kind of truth, after all.
"Just wanted to get two laps done as quick as I could to get outta the sun, which, in retrospect..." He grinned sheepishly at Quin and shrugged, letting it go unsaid that it was obviously less than a stellar idea that he'd had.
Will had tried to turn down his own senses. Push them down, shut them off... anything and everything, but something kept him from being able to manipulate his own senses the same way he could change that of others. It was frustrating to no end -- it probably would be even more frustrating if he made more active use of his abilities. For better or worse, however, he largely just tried to not think about them.
Will nodded at Lee's reassurance, giving her a thankful, if somewhat sheepish smile for the words and her understanding. He knew he shouldn't be worried. He'd hear someone long before someone would hear them, and Central Park was near dead this time of night, but... it was still nice having someone else keeping a lookout.
As Lee listened off times, Will raised an eyebrow at the times she was listing off. Those were... really short. Right?
"Uh, no." Will said with a dismissive wave of head, "More like hours? So long as I can keep focus, as far as I can tell. And that part's pretty easy, honestly." Holding his focus on one person wasn't difficult either. It was sort of like holding onto something and remembering not to drop it. Enough you could almost forget you were doing it, but not impossible to mess up. "I don't think I've really run into a time limit otherwise." The tone in Will's voice shifting from casual into a shade of curious. Was it weird to be able to effect someone for that long? Was there a baseline for weird when it came to these things?
As for practicing...? Will gave Lee the sort of look one would expect a student to give a teacher who reminded them to do their homework. But after a moment he took a breath, wiped the scowl off his face and gave her a begrudging nod of agreement. "Yeah. Probably should." He grumbled, trying to direct his frustration at himself rather than the person trying to help. "Just...don't really like advertising myself, and it's not something I can work on solo." Will shrugged, before trying to shove aside the defeatist mood with a weak smile, "How would I even pitch that to people? 'Hey, lemme hold your hand a minute so you can smell things better?'"
At Quin's question about the games Will gave a little hand waggle, indicating that there a bit more to it than that. "Yeah, mostly. I mean, y'can't check 'em out like a library book and take them home... And there's a table fee." He gave her a conspiratorial grin, as though sharing something confidential, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "But, it's kind of an open secret to wave it for someone's first time there."
Quin spoke about her preferences in studying; mornings, or at least not the night, but that was complicated sometimes as she was interning with a senator. Will nodded along politely... though, admittedly, the name of the senator was entirely unfamiliar to the man.
After his offer to give his number, he was a little surprised to find her phone being pressed into his hands, and it took him a half-second to react, almost dropping the phone from slack fingers before he instinctively caught it. Enhanced senses at least came in handy for reaction times for when something started falling from inattentive fingers.
"Yeah, no kidding you could. My legs are like noodles right about now." Will joked back at Quin's quip about running off with her phone.
Will fumbled through the phone interface, swiping through screens and then back again to find the place to add his phone number, the interface of the phone as familiar as his own (or any other smartphone, lets face it), but the icons all in the 'wrong' places. After finding the app, he tapped his thumbs against the screen, punching in his phone number and adding his name 'Will'. Hesitating, he added an entry for the last name as well, 'Coffee'. Sure, it wasn't technically accurate, but it was enough to help differentiate him if Quin came back to the entry a week or two later. Probably.
"Annnd, there y'go." Will said, passing Quin's phone back to her.
Will nodded at Quin's comments and questions on his place of employment, a grin breaking out on his face at her apparent excitement. "Yeah. Board games. I've been workin' there years and I still can't name them all. Place gets a little crowded some nights, always some kind of event happening -- or sometimes people just feel like board games instead of bar hopping." A brief shadow of the earlier grimace crossed Will's face as he mentioned the bar, the banished thoughts threatening to rear their head, but he shook it off just as fast.
As Quin lamented about her favorite study spot being overrun with people flocking there from social media, Will spoke up again. "So, can't promise it'll always have an open table." Will admitted, giving a little shrug as though to apologize, "But if you're doin' your studying earlier in the day, it's pretty quiet." Will tried to keep himself on the early shifts as often as he could, avoiding the crush of people and noise that came with dozens of excited, overly caffeinated people playing games that they only half-understood, all talking at once and over each other.
The sun that had caused the day to be an oven continued to sink in the sky, dimming for a brief second as a wisp of a cloud passed in front of it, drawing attention to elongating shadows cast by the trees and buildings.
”So yeah, I guess I’ll see you around.”
"Riight." Will said, the word stretching out ever so slightly as he hesitated. "Ah... Hey. Y'mind if I give you my number?" He asked Quin before the two of them could part ways. "Could save you from tryin' to cash in on a free drink just to miss me that way, y'know?" Will said, trying to give at least some pretense for the reasoning.
Will nose wrinkled in disgust as Quin suggested it was probably a terrible idea to go out. That everyone else would be struggling with the heat and sweating. The thought of being crammed into a bar with dozens, or worse a club with hundreds of people, all of them humid with the day's heat.
He had to suppress the shudder.
"Ulgh. Hadn't even thought about that." Will said, the sour expression slowly leaving his face as he pushed the thoughts of sweaty clubs and bars away, banishing them as far away as he could.
The conversation moved onto better things, and Quin tried to politely shirk his appreciation for her concern. That it was no big deal, she was actually being selfish. Will cracked a smile at the protestations, his smile broadening as Quin seemed to be willing at least to accept the offer of a free drink. It would seem she didn't feel like she had been that self-serving in her concern, in that case.
"Oh, over between 113th and 114th." Will gestured in the direction he was pretty sure was the right way. Maybe. He wasn't a compass. "Just off Broadway? Near the university... Uh, Columbia, I think."
Wait, was it Columbia, or was he just thinking that because of Columbian coffee? Eh, not that important, the rest of the directions were right. "Place is called Curse & Congregation. I think the owner's Wiccan? Or figured the students would like it?" Will explained, though didn't seem entirely sure about the truth of the statements. "Anyway, it's a board game cafe. You'll know it to see it."
Will had mixed feelings about a lot of what Lee said.
That she had laughed at his, let's face it, poor attempt of a joke, at least eased some of the tension. The fact she'd added that her life had gotten 'unbelievably wild' at that point made the man chuckle softly. He'd hoped she'd meant it in a humourous way. He certainly took it that way, at least.
And while he couldn't technically disagree with the politics of today being better... much better even, than back in 2007 or 2012, or even just a few years ago... Will was also privy to a lot of things people said under their breath, or when they thought they were out of earshot. A shame that the human, and mutant, mind worked in certain ways -- near everyone tended to have a negativity bias. The natural way people would recall a bad day more strongly than a good one, or linger on insults before compliments.
Lee continued speaking however, keeping Will from lingering too long on those thoughts. She spoke about their powers, about how around the same time her life had gotten so crazy, she'd also really started figuring out her powers. It was enough to ease his worst concerns, that other people had started just as lost and confused with their abilities as he did.
She also asked him to clarify his own powers.
Hadn't he been clear? Will looked puzzled for a long few moment, wearing an open expression of bewilderment when she asked for clarification, especially with the look of curiosity Lee wore. It took him a frankly embarrassing amount of time before it clicked.
Right. Not everyone was privy to what he could do. Fish. Legs.
"Ah. Sorry." Will apologized. Seems at least one habit from his home country had stuck, the man apologizing at the drop of a hat. "I can turn someone's senses up, or down, mostly." He explained simply, before continuing, trying to clarify things further. "Ah, you know. Enhance or sharpen them. Dull or suppress them. Can be one, or some, or all the senses." Will paused briefly, "Well, all the 5 usual senses anyway... Guess I've never tried futzing with anything else..." Will paused, looking up and down the running path where they stood, the awkward, anxious feeling of talking so openly about his abilities making him wary of anyone eavesdropping -- though even his senses couldn't pick up more than the faint sounds of wind and distant traffic.
"Have to touch the person to be able to mess with anything though. And it takes a while. I don't have much practice at it, y'know?" Will admitted, giving Lee a smile and a weak chuckle. "It's not permanent." He clarified, "Lasts as long as I can keep it going. Doesn't take much to keep it up though."
Lee's words caught him off guard, she seemed to be able to pick up on things he hadn't even been aware he'd been hinting at. Things he hadn't even been consciously thinking even.
"I haven't told them," Will said noncommittally, giving a shrug with one shoulder as though trying to brush the question aside.
Frankly, Will wasn't sure if they really knew or not. Suspected maybe? He remembered even before coming to New York he'd started having issues with being over-stimulated. Things were too loud, too bright. He remembered going to checkups, some kind of weekend class for stress management (that he'd hated), a brief discussion about ADD or ADHD. He recalled he'd eventually stumbled onto a diagnosis that fit. Hyperesthesia. Sure, they didn't know the cause or the cure, but putting a name to it helped. At least until he learned the rest.
Will still clung to that medical term to brush away questions on the off chance anyone noticed him acting off, and he presumed his parents still believed that was what things were. Or at least it gave them the chance to close their eyes to anything more if they chose to.
He listened to Lee as she talked about the seeming inconsistency of his powers and senses, feeling a combination of amused and frustrated as she went on. Amused because he'd gone through those same thoughts a thousand times, and frustrated because he'd gone through those same thoughts a thousand times.
"Yeah, well... I'll let you know when I figure it out." Will replied to Lee, an fragment of that amusement and frustration carrying through to his voice. "Due for a break after the first decade, right?" He joked, forcing down the urge to sink into frustration and bitter sarcasm, instead cracking a tired smile at Lee.
"Though uh... There is one other thing." Will offered hesitantly, searching for his next words. How did you casually bring up your ability to mess with people's senses? There was no Mary Manners book on talking about your mutation. It felt oddly like bragging, but also like showing off an embarrassing birthmark at the same time. "It also tends to get better when I use my powers. Uh, on other people. Senses. I can mess with peoples'." Will tried to explain, stumbling over his words by the end.
"I dunno, sounds pretty important to me." Will commented with a smirk, stretching his arms over his head as he straightened up, trying the work the last bits of fatigue from his body. "I know I'd rather binge half a dozen episodes of something, rather than study."
"Personally, I'm just looking forward to the AC at home..." Will admitted with a chuckle, "Was going to go out after this, but..." He waved dismissively at the sinking sun. "Think I'll stay in, look up ways to kill the sun instead."
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with it to try and pull up the time. The power button gave a soft click, click, click, as he tapped again and again until the unresponsive device dimly lit up. Just past 8pm? Guess that made sense with the sun hanging so low now.
"But, it's nice knowing there's still people looking out for each other." Will said as he stuffed the thin slate of metal and glass back into his pocket, looking back to Quin. "If you're ever in my neck of the woods while I'm on shift, I owe you a drink or two." Like with any food service job, the only polite thing to do when someone was decent to you was to promise to sneak them something on the house in return. He was pretty sure it was an official code you had to follow. Probably.
"...You didn’t come here because you’re a mutant?”
Will gave a short laugh, a single brief 'ha' of noise. "Nah. Parents' work brought us here. Happy coincidence, I guess. Aside from the timing." He explained to her, "My dad got offered some big promotion, or maybe head-hunted by a competing company. Forget which." Will further clarified. It wasn't unheard of, of course, to move countries for work, but there were usually significant circumstances in making that sort of change in life.
Will listened, feeling a bit uncomfortable as Lee asked further questions about his 'energy' for lack of a better term, probing a bit about his powers and forcing him to think about them. It wasn't the easiest thing speaking on something you tried to hide away, even if the other person had the best intentions. Even so, as Lee went on, Will's expression changed a slight frown crossing his expression -- mild frustration at trying to make himself understood.
It made sense that there'd be some difficulties in understanding one another off the cuff. A bit like trying to explain a sense to someone missing one... or trying to describe how your legs feel to a fish.
"No, not quite like that..." Will said, waving a hand as though to brush away the entire idea. "I'm just like any oth-..." Will caught himself, halting in the middle of his words before continuing, "most people. Wake up, get tired though the day. I don't get more awake. Muscles and body still need the same amount of rest. I think, anyway." It was pretty hard to know what a baseline was, when you really only had yourself to go off of, but he'd never been particularly athletic, though after years of running himself to sleep, he'd picked up a knack for that at least.
"More like..." Will sighed, trying to come up with words for something that seemed so clear but that didn't have words made up for it yet. "When your body's exhausted, but your mind is going a mile a minute? Or your brain's burnt out, but you're fully rested? Only... a third thing." Will's words trailed off a bit at the end, clearly unsatisfied with his ability to put the experience into words. "So, I get tired, exhausted even, but it's not easy getting to sleep while the world's settings are turned up to 11."
Will quickly did some mental math at the question to come up with the number. "Twelve years ago. 2012." He said, offering the year as well to help give context, the man hesitating almost imperceptibly before continuing. "Just a few months before the riots here. Police. Maxine Ralls." He tried to bring it up in a casual fashion, but the ease he brought up the name of the reporter probably gave him away.
"Around the same time all this started too. My powers I mean." Will added, pausing thoughtfully, giving a little shake of his head. "Well... They probably started a little earlier, but, it was more obvious once I got here." He tried to explain, half talking to himself. It was nerve-wracking talking about this openly, his gut telling him to talk less, turn his head, walk away.
Will could too easily remember how the atmosphere of the school had changed when even the first news stories that had led to the riots had hit the mainstream channels. It wasn't so much in the open, not the things that people said and did with their whole chest. No, it was the undercurrent. The whispers in the corners. The murmurs down the hall and ugly glances from across the room. People might have been better on the whole, at least when they were in public, but people could still be monsters in the dark.
Will had been stuck, forced to hear the scared, angry whispers of hundreds of teenagers forced together into a community as tensions ratcheted higher and higher to a breaking point. Sure, the loud voices in the light spoke about sheltering and helping one another. But the voices in the dark hissed that maybe the government had the right ideas back in 2017, that normal people deserved to feel safe too.
Will was glad that during the actual riots, he'd been able to stay at home, safe. After school had started again, things were calmer, the whispers less, but not gone. Never gone.
Will just nodded at Lee as she gave a simple answer to his earlier comment on her situation being complicated. Just that it could be complicated. Not much to say that.
However as Lee spoke again, asking about his own energy, Will's nod of understanding was replaced by a grimace and a shrug. "Sleeping, I guess?" He sounded confused, baffled at the idea of the question at all. "Or however any part of a body gets it's energy, anyway. Mostly seems to just trickle in through the day." Will paused for a second, trying to organize his words and thoughts before continuing. "All I know is it builds and builds. But if I run enough, or whatever, it gets better for a bit."
Quin's talk about her own parents brought to mind his own relationship with his mother and father. Not bad per se, but strained. Texts here and there. Calls on birthdays. Evading questions about when he thought he'd be going back to school, or if he'd found a career. Not a job, a career. Will never did have an answer.
Will gave a short laugh as Quin commented on his sign, hitting again on their shared joke about the sun. "You'd figure it'd cut me a break, eh?" He joked back, peering up at the quickly setting sun through the branches of the trees. Huh, guess he'd been in the park a bit longer than expected.
”In all seriousness though, you’re okay now? Maybe don’t push so hard when it’s so hot?”
"Yeah, I'm good." Will responded with an earnest smile, holding up a hand as though to ward off further suspicion and concern. "But... I'll keep an eye on the temperature next time. Hate to have you have to cut your run short twice on my account." Will did look largely recovered from the earlier exertion, a little breathless and red in the face, but a far cry from before when he'd nearly been bent over double and gasping for air like a fish out of water. Admittedly, he wasn't looking forward to the walk back to his apartment with the way his legs ached and felt like rubber underneath him, but that was hardly an alien feeling.
"Jeez, it's gettin' a bit late." He commented to Quin, bringing up the time and sinking sun as the shadows from the trees stretched out further and further. "Hope I didn't keep you from anything too important." Will gave her a sheepish smile, feeling a bit guilty for taking up Quin's time with his thoughtless stubbornness.
So Lee had lived in Toronto as well? This encounter seemed to be becoming stranger and stranger. Will idly wondered if the two of them had ever crossed paths, years ago, without ever knowing. It was probably impossible to say.
"That's funny." Will grinned at the fact that they'd both taken similar paths in where they'd lived previously, as well as their struggles with their powers. "Moved here from Toronto myself. Small world, huh?"
Will considered what Lee said as she explained more about her own powers. She needed energy from people. But not too much. And she never seemed to cap out, that there never seemed to be an upper limit.
The first parts were interesting. It almost sounded like she was the literal embodiment of an extrovert in some twisted way. Literally getting energy from people -- but in some way that she couldn't control? Or was hard to control, at least. Will didn't entirely understand, but it was enough to give him a general sense. Too many, or too few people was bad for Lee.
"Sounds complicated." Will said, idly wondering how she juggled that sort of thing, to be able to find the goldilocks zone. He could only guess that something happened 6 years ago to make things a lot easier for Lee.
That last part she spoke about however, about having no point she seemed to max out at, he could relate to.
"I get what you mean there, well... I think so anyway." Will commented on Lee's reference to her seeming to have no maximum. "Feel like a battery charged to 200% and still climbing some days. No matter what I do, can't seem to turn it off, can't turn myself down." He shook his head in a bit of frustrated disbelief. "It's like I got handed a set of controls for everyone but me."
