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.
Coffee shops were always a good place to crash. They weren't as good as places like malls or cheap take out joints but the smell coming out of them was usually enough to offset the terrible smell of the alley that Ashley was currently behind. Well, at the moment she really couldn't smell anything seeing as she was sleeping soundly, wrapped up in her trenchcoat and various layers of clothing. Her productive time dumpster diving had gotten her what she needed and, cuddled up in her clothing, had wrapped her headphones securely around her head (so as to keep any stray bum from stealing them) and promptly went to sleep.
That is, until a huge crash made startled her awake an unknown time later. As she became aware of the gunshots and screams and instantly woke up, her head perking as she blinked a few times and wearily got to her feet. “Digital Love” by Daft Punk was playing on her headphones, but it was on low so the very loud noises that woke her up could still be heard quite clearly. Ashley took a moment to remember where she was before a door that was very near to her slammed open (making her jump back a bit) and people began to file out. Clearly whatever was going on was happening at the cafe she was sleeping behind, as she recognized a few of the people that gave her coffee and a doughnut whenever she could scrounge up a few dollars for it.
Ashley took off her headphones for a moment, listening carefully to the scared whispers as the people around her (who were SO not paying attention to her, thank god) talked about what was going on inside, and wondering if the people that were hurt were going to be okay. Something tugged at Ashley's chest, urging her to go inside and help in any way she could. She batted the feeling down for the moment, up until she saw a pretty brunette go back inside what one of the coffee making people (they had a title, Ashley just couldn't remember what it was) called a 'war zone'.
“Stupid.” Ashley muttered to herself. She followed after the girl into the back way of the cafe and right into...well, the war zone.
She took a moment to survey the situation and nodded. She really wasn't sure why she did this, but it seemed like the right thing to do. The first thing was that the girl was picking up a guy that seemed to be injured, and...well, the monster that was causing the destruction seemed to be hell bent on taking everyone with him. Though, from Ashley's point of view, that wasn't going to be too hard since he was huge with three spiked tails. She huffed for a moment before looking between the girl and the guy and the huge mutant before coming to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, they needed her help.
It was a pleasant though, really, to feel needed even if no one else knew it.
Immediately after the thought Ashley took off her trenchcoat and pushed to a certain playlist on her iPod that was attached to her headphones. This situation called for a bit of strength, and Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder was a good way to get it started. She jammed the headphones on head and secured them tightly before doing what was possibly one of the stupidest things she'd ever done: run straight at a huge, metal mutant with three spiked tails and a taste for extreme violence and pain.
Should be fun.
The hail of bullets stopped for a moment as she appeared on the scene, leaping up to what many would be a considerable height and slamming an elbow into the mutants face. Unsurprisingly, the only thing she really managed to do with that blow was make him stumble back a bit in surprise. The though process was clear on his face; who would DARE try to best him up close in a hand to hand combat situation? Maybe not those exact words, but the thought WAS there. The mutant blinked before growling and lashing out at the annoying insect that was trying to taking him down with nothing but her bare hands.
Ashley smiled as the music filled her up, intoxicating her with that sense of invulnerability that it often did when she played any track that increased her strength. She took the monster's momentarily confusion to hit him a few more times in the stomach with well timed knees before leaping back some to avoid any counter hits. The mutant roared as it came after Ashley, swiping with his massive arms only to miss and miss again as Ashley nimbly avoided his attacks and countering with a few well aimed punches and finally a front kick to the elbow joint of the mutant that made him take a step back...
...only to take a huge step forward and slam a foot into Ashley's stomach (actually, the foot was about the side of her whole body, but whatever), sending her flying back into the cafe. She landed (hard) on the windshield of the car that was thrown in there, a fact that Ashley barley took in because EVERY part of her body hurt at that current moment. Never in her life had she ever been hit so hard. She grimaced as she felt what could only be blood run out of her mouth in pools and saw the mutant that had slapped her around roar in pain as he held his elbow. From the odd angle it was bent at it looked like it was broken, despite being metal.
The hail of bullets renewed with her out of the way and Ashley smiled. Well...whatever. They would stop again when she went back. She slid off the car and cracked her neck from side to side. She never backed down from a fight, not ever, even if she did just get her ass handed to her in one hit. That thing was going down.
Ashley only hummed a response before she shoved the kitten back into her pocket as gracefully as she could. She did this because...well, she knew the kitten was talking. She just didn't know what it was saying. It wasn't that big words hurt her head or anything, but...well, it was times like these that reminded her of her lack of a proper education.
And there were STILL trees outside.
She looked back down into her pocket, at the cat she'd saved and gave it a small poke to the head. Softly.
“Hey.” she said gruffly. “Any ideas?” She jerked he thumb to the chaos outside the alley. “'bout that?”
I hate to post here, but as of lately I've been a sick little girl. It sucks cause when I get sick I get SICK, and the strep throat I've had has been kicking my behind for the past few days. So till I'm back on track I hafta take a leave.
>>"In Sanctuary p-people mostly just leave you alone.” A pause. “There are m-many mutants in Sanctuary that just want to keep to themselves. Th-that's kind of what its there for. For mutants, in case you have n-no place else to go."
It sounded good enough. Kinda like a shelter that battered woman go to or whatever. The idea of a warm place to lay down and food...it was tempting. It wasn't getting any warmer in New York, that was for sure, and Whistler HAD told her that socializing with people outside of sparring and hitting them was a good thing. The young redhead didn't really see the point but didn’t argue with him; he was very insistent on such things, and she never knew why. Well, she thought, it hardly mattered. She still wasn't as skilled at communicating as he (or anyone else) was and her lack of education kept her from most conversations anyways.
>>"N-no one has ever said that about me before. D-do you really mean it?"
Ashley nodded, shrugging. To be frank, Ashley didn't give out compliments. It was a observation on her part, and it was as simple as that. Her skin as pretty, unique; you didn't see it very often and she doubted it was a look that most people could pull off, or live with. But Amber seemed fairly content with it. Her eyes were different as well, and the redhead would have said something if she didn't think the girl in front of her would call her a liar or something. Her tone was already doubtful, and Ashley didn't want to instill any hostile feelings, especially if Amber began to think her a liar or some such thing.
“Would you take me?” Ashley blurted out suddenly, feeling slightly foolish as the curious gaze. “I mean...to your place. Is it warm?”
So maybe it was a spur of the moment decision. While she DID like to think of herself as independent and a loner, Ashley wasn't stupid (despite her lack of education). Warmth and food was a good thing. Cold and starvation were not. She'd have to grab all her stuff to bring over should Amber decide to lead her to this 'Sanctuary', but the trip wasn't long to her dingy apartment. Or maybe the girl would just give her directions. It might take a bit for Ashley to read it, but she's rather die then let Amber find out she could barley read. Whatever's clever.
There were several things keeping Ashley from saying anything. One; the woman that was talking to her (well, more like talking AT her) was a tad intimidating, what with her tail and wings and all. Secondly, her mind was temporarily short circuited due to the fact that the cat she had just saved minutes earlier had responded with a tiny 'thank you' to the Tailed Woman, who gave what must have been the most awkward 'thank you' ever uttered by anyone, ever.
This response was followed by a mew, naturally.
The woman still looked mad, and Ashley really didn't know what else to do. In all honestly, what COULD she do? She was in the middle of a city that was slowly turning into forest that were harming people. It was like she was in a bad M. Night Shyamalan movie, only with better...everything. Okay, so maybe that comparison was bad. Still, after Ashley's brain booted back up, she did the only thing she thought would make the world she thrust herself into a little saner.
“'scuse me.” she nodded to the woman with the tail and wings. She quickly took a few step backwards and sidestepped into a nearby alley (gotta love the convenience of these things) before pulling out the tiny kitten that she had stuffed into her pocket by the scruff of her little neck. For a moment she watched the thing thrash a bit before stopping, hanging there with a meek look on her face...well, if cats could look meek. Ashley wasn't too sure.
“You talk.” Ashley said, her voice low and just a tad menacing without her meaning to. “You're a...mutant kitten?”
There was only a few moments of silence before the girl spoke, and Ashley wasn't really surprised. Just judging from how she handled herself it didn't seem like she was worried about her surroundings at all, even though (now that she was up closer) Ashley could see that she only had one earbud in while the other remained out. Okay, that was good. At least she was TRYING to not get jumped and killed. For a brief moment Ashley wondered why she cared but suppressed that thought. Better to think on such things later, when she was home. And the cat was fed.
>>>"Hi.” A step forward. “What're you listening to?"
Ashley took an instinctive step back at this. She stopped herself from taking more and, for no other reason then to avert her eyes from the other girl's pretty purple ones, she looked down to Duran, who was looking up at her with what could only be described as a confused look. Ashley knitted her eyebrows at this and put a hand over the kittens head and engulfed it for a moment, causing the small kitten to go into a tizzy as she shook her head for a brief moment and then retracted her hand, scratching the top of her head playfully.
“Nothing, now.” Ashley answered, her usually husky voice a bit muffled under the scarf. “Dangerous, you know. Out here. Yer...alone. Might get hurt, right?” She huffed a moment, her voice going a little softer. “Don't deserve to be hurt.”
Well, that was odd. It wasn't like Ashley prided herself on being a 'lone wolf' or whatever other cliché things people called themselves when they were really antisocial doucheclowns, but it wasn't like her to really care. And despite trying to put off the thought on WHY she cared, the thought came back with a vengeance and Ashley stalled it for awhile, thinking of the most logical reason for wanting to make sure this person wasn't hurt; because it was the right thing to do. The HUMANE thing to do, anyways. And, really...that was good enough.
The redhead shifted from one foot to the other as she continued to look down and only looked up when she thought it was safe to do so. Hooded gray eyes took in the image of the girl, her mind going to it's usual routine and determining that yeah, the girl could fight, but not in the level she was trained at. She was young, about the age Ashley was when she lost her memory permanently if the redhead had to guess. She looked beyond the current position of the Purple Eyed Girl and to the tagging on the bridge. She nodded her approval.
“Pretty.” she voiced out, looking back to the gorgeous violet eyes. “You tag alone? Always? No lookout?”
But then again, always being outside meant always being cold at this time of year. And she only assumed that because, well...it had to get better, right? Ashley Aran, known to Rhythm to anyone that asked, sighed and took to a habit she had been forming lately in times like this; reaching down to her front pocket and petting the sleeping kitten inside. She smiled as all she felt (through her gloves) was a sleeping ball of fur. Not wanting to disturb Duran she retracted her hand and stuffed them in the side pockets and kept walking.
At this particular juncture she wasn't sure what to do. She was bored, as per usual, was waiting on more information from what little contacts she had left in regards to the mutant she was hunting down. She could go and hunt for food and decided that she would.
The matter settled in her mind, she began walking to the nearest fast food joint, a McDonalds or something, when she spotted someone, a young girl if she was correct, heading towards a bridge with...things in hand. Ashley tilted her head and sighed. Well, the place was isolated to say the least, and this girl clearly had no real idea how things worked in New York if she was heading to a place here she could get mugged or worse with no one to watch her back. Ashley thought back to her first few weeks alone in New York and sighed. She had her powers to help her, as well as her extensive training in Muay Thai, she she could at least fight. The girl she saw skittering towards the bridge was an unknown, so Ashley simply assumed she would need help should trouble arrive.
And this was New York, a place she was heard someone call Mutant City. Trouble was everywhere.
Still, Ashley thought as she began trudging to the place the girl was heading to, she would love to be proved wrong and simply waste a few minutes (or whatever) to make sure the girl was safe and then be on her way to feed herself and her kitten. She felt Duran stirring in her pocket and smiled; she was very talkative for a cat, often mewing back responses whenever Ashley asked a question or made an offhand comment. She found it odd that she didn't feel weird talking to a cat, but...well, weirder tings have happened in her time in New York. Cats understanding and responding back really didn't faze her as much as it should have.
She reached the girl she was following and watched for a moment as she did something with a stencil and paint. Ashley sniffed and reached up, taking off her headphones for a moment to turn off the music, something she rarely did but figured that, right now, it would be useful. The other girl seemed intent on her work, and if Ashley hailed her on all frequencies she would probably talk over her shoulder...and Ashley Aran couldn't lip read that, no matter how good she was at it.
But even as she replaced the headphones, she didn't say a word, merely looked around for the trouble she thought might come. She went to cross her arms but felt the head of Duran peek out from her pocket and instead contented herself with petting her head. It was soothing, really, especially when she felt the little kitten began to purr. She felt much calmer around her new friend, and she let a faint smile come to her face. Though, like most times when she did smile, no one would see it. The long red scarf she wore covered the expression, leaving only her eyes twinkling for anyone to see.
She didn't hear every word said, of course, and instead watched the strange looking woman's mouth with more then a bit as interest as she continued talking.
>>"Dearie me, I'm so sorry. I didn't give you a fright, did I? I was just wondering if you saw those trees that were wandering down the boulevard, wanted to make sure I wasn't tripping or anything, you know?"
Ashley took that moment to look around the street they were on. Well...yeah. It was a tad hard to miss said trees and, by the looks of it, was getting even harder to avoid them. She looked back quickly, however, at the girl in front of her. She looked...off, was the only word Ashley could think of. She tried to put her finger on it but decided that it could be any number of things, as the girl's physical appearance was...different? Something. There were too many obvious points to make of it, but Ashley still found herself staring, something her surrogate father told her was rude.
But come on. A TAIL? People stared at things like that. Not like they were common, even among mutants, right?
Whatever. And that's what got Ashley's (and apparently Duran's, who also stared) attention; the tail. She watched it swish back and fourth and barley had time to look at the brunette in front of her to lip read her words before the woman began to walk off.
>>"I didn't mean to bother you, honest. Your cat's cute, by the way. Sorry 'bout freaking you out and all."
Ashley tried to say that she wasn't freaked out, not really. After all, they were in the midst of a tree apocalypse. Why would a tail and some claws freak her out? But again she was mesmerized by the tail and thought, quite dumbly she would later recall, if she was part feline herself as she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that Duran was staring intently at the tail as well. Well it was all well and good for her, cats usually did such things...right? She walked forward a bit, eyes still on the swishing tail and didn't notice the girl she was currently semi-stalking waving behind her.
It was by pure luck that Ashley looked up. Ir was, after all, a sound that penetrated the sound of her music, and something of that nature HAD to be loud.
She knew that eventually, like most people protecting their homes or loved ones, the people of the city were going to star fighting back with varying degrees of success. So you had your people with axes, chopping at trees and getting swatted, or chainsaws, like the two maniacs she saw running by. Then you had your crazies, who just wanted to cause chaos within chaos and were using things like Molotov Cocktails. This probably wasn't a good idea, as trees were notoriously flammable, and Molotov Cocktails were notoriously chaotic in the nature of their 'explosion'. So even ONE cocktail could turn a huge tree into a living firestorm, catching it's fellow brethren on fire and making a VERY bad situation even worse.
Well, take a handful of crazies and more then a couple Cocktails of Fiery Doom, and you were in for a cosmic faceplant in no time.
The situation that Ashley found herself in now was a wall of burning and seemingly angry (could trees get angry?) trees that were hellbent on several things. One, not being on fire. That was a big one. The other? Make the person or persons that did such a horrendous act pay for their crimes. It didn't look like either was going to happen, however, as the crazies that started this sudden wall of Fire Trees took off running in the opposite direction, and the trees were flailing every which way as they began to panic (can trees panic?) in their first quest to not be on fire. One tree, a very, VERY huge tree that Ashley couldn't identify because, hell, why would she need to know the names of trees, began to thrash about harder then most and accidentally (?) kicked a car (can trees kick?) in the direction of Ashley.
Well, kind of. More in the direction of the Tailed Woman that had spoken to Ashley not moments earlier.
Ashley wasn't a hero. She never even thought about it, really, but the car was coming awfully fast. And the woman, who didn't look like she couldn't fight, probably could have dodged if she noticed just a tad earlier. But at the moment, she was going to be a red smear on the pavement if Ashley didn't do something. So, for the second time that day Ashley acted without thinking (kinda) and reached out, grabbing the first thing she could get a hold of and tugging it back (hard!) towards her.
The woman's tail.
She didn't pay attention to how it felt or anything, she simply pulled the woman back and grabbed around her, pulling her close to her chest so her back was against Ashley and turned her away from the crash and subsequent explosion, the car nailing a taxi that was, Ashley hoped, empty of any passengers. She stood up a moment after that bit of chaos ended, still holding onto the Tailed Woman (it was actually quite pretty) close to her. Ashley blinked a moment or two, breathing hard as she stared at the fire let out by the cars colliding, and the fire the trees were spreading.
And then noticed her hands were on the woman's chest, clutching probably very painfully to parts she herself shouldn't be grabbing.
Face in full red alert of embarrassment, Ashley let go and took a step back. Sure, she probably saved the woman's life (maybe) but that wasn't an excuse to cop a feel, even by accident.
Rhythm (known as Ashley Aran to those that knew and loved her, all who were dead) sat on a dumpster and watched as the trees walked by in the street.
It had been happening for awhile now...well, awhile as far as she was concerned in regards to walking trees, and while she was amazed to the point of her jaw dropping, there wasn't much else she could say in regards to the events going on around her.
After all, she'd only been in New York for a handful of weeks, several months really and didn't know much about the place in general. She'd known, after all, that the place was a mecca for mutants, a literal ground zero for that what's what and who's who of their world. Was this kind of thing normal? If so, how often did it happen? And a follow up question; why walking trees of all things? She assumed, much like everyone else, that a mutant was behind the chaos the trees were brewing up and, like most things that didn't involve her directly, Rhythm couldn't muster up the energy to really care.
After all, it wasn't like she had any real material possessions for the trees to kick around. She had nothing for them to crush or smash and whatever the mutant was after didn't really involve her at all. So, giant headphones pulled tightly on her read mane and trenchcoat slightly open (she was a little hot under her layers of clothes) she watched the unnatural procession walk by with mild interest at this point (the shock had worn off) and sometimes smiled as a car flew by or a random passerby ran into the alley she was currently occupying. Some would look at her like she was crazy, perched up on the dumpster, legs hooked at the ankles as she listened to her music (“X Gon' Give It To Ya” by DMX) and enjoyed the spine tingle that she knew meant that her speed and strength were augmented.
That is, however, until she saw the kitten that was right in the path of one of the trees.
Without thinking (much) she sprang ff the dumpster and dived to the kitten and snatched the poor thing up, before rolling out of the way of the tree that was going to squish the precious little thing. Rhythm clutched the shaking kitten to her chest before hopping backwards to the sidewalk were, surprisingly, the trees either avoided or were too polite to walk on. Rhythm narrowed her eyes as the tree, unbothered that someone just flew into it's path, continued on it's way. She had half a mind to kick the things ass...bark...whatever, but instead looked down at the movement in her hands.
It was a cute little thing, as most kittens were, and it yowled slightly in greeting as the kitten stared right back at the redhead holding it. Ashley tilted her head in wonderment, trying to figure out what to do with the ting when she watched, amazed once again, as the kitten seemingly copied her movement and tilted it's head as well. This brought a genuine smile to Ashley's lips, though the kitten, nor anyone else could see because of the red scarf she usually kept on that covered everything nose down. She took a moment to take off a glove so she could pet the thing (a quick inspection revealed it to be a girl, much to the kitten's protests) and Ashley nodded.
“Duran.” she poked the kitten on the nose. “Your name, for now. I'll find your family. Okay?”
The black kitten mewed a response, something Ashley figured would probably be odd any other day of the week...but then again she had just saved a kitten from being squashed by a tree that was walking down a New York street. She opened up a pocket in the front of her trenchcoat and stuck the kitten in there, surprised when she didn't hear a single meow of protest and was slightly amused as Duran simply stuck her head out, paws peeking out as she balanced herself, and looked out at the scene with Ashley.
>>"Pardon me. Am I going crazy, or am I seeing walking trees? You see them too, right?"
Ashley jumped a bit, Duran letting out a yowl again st the sudden action. She whirled around to face the person that had touched her shoulder and took a step back, eyes wide. Ashley did nothing for a few moments but stare at the woman in front of her, eyebrows knitting as she considered just walking away. She didn't, and instead pointed at her headphones.
“Didn't hear.” she said, then pointed at the woman “You, I mean. Didn't hear.”
Rhythm stood there for awhile, eyes lidded as she thought. The Dinosaur girl, Amber she know knew from her response, had just told her about a place for mutants, a sanctuary in both name and meaning. She tried to think if going to either of these places would be a blow to her pride. She liked to think she was fiercely independent and the thought of being told what to do and how to do it didn't sit well with her. After all, isn't that what most schools did? She had asked Whistler once, and he gave the basic lowdown of what happened at a school. She didn't tell him that she was envious of the kids playing in the schoolyard or anything, but she decided, after he was finished, that a place like that would probably only hinder her. After all, she was a mutant and a upcoming fighter. She didn't need to learn the stuff they taught there.
It was then hat she saw Amber's appendage sticking out towards her and looked down at her own hand for a moment before she awkwardly extended her own and shook Amber's. She did it with her usual force and roughness, squeezing tight and briefly before retracting her hand back to crossing them for a moment before thinking that maybe the posture was too...hostile? She didn't know, so she stuffed them back into her trenchcoat pockets. She was interested in body language only because it she recognized that she wasn't always going to hear much while listening to her music, and reading someone was important. It's why she learned to lip read so well.
“Your places sound...interesting.” Rhythm said suddenly, scuffing her boot on the ground and averting her eyes to the area her boots were scuffing. “Maybe not for me, so much. I, ummm...” she stopped for a moment to think then shook her head. “People bother me. They touch, wanna talk. I don't, not much.”
She swallowed, again, glad that her halting manner of speaking didn't seem to bother the girl. She did the same thing, kinda, but her speech was more born of shyness and fear, if Ashley had to guess. Still, she had to admit it was nice to talk with someone that didn't mock her speech or run away when she revealed herself to be a mutant. Or her smell. She like to be clean, but she hadn't taken a shower in a few days. She was bound to stink. She hated cold showers, and the one at her apartment was ice cold. At this Rhythm took a little step back, just enough to put some room between her and Dino Girl (Amber! Her name was Amber!) and nodded for a moment before taking off her scarf to reveal her face.
“Your skin is unique.” Ashley blurted out a few moments of awkward silence later. “Pretty, I mean. Never seen it before. Is it...cause you're half dinosaur?”
