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Truth be told, Khalil hated Halloween-- absolutely hated it. It was the one night a year where humans and human-passing mutants got to pretend to be something they weren't, and full-time physical mutants, for the most part, stayed in. Just as with black cats, physical mutants had statistically higher incidences of violence committed against them on Halloween night.

Khalil's narcissism occasionally outweighed his sensibility, however, and he would don something with spikes, straps, and very little else, and trek to the nearest 21+ Halloween party at a nightclub. (One year, he opted for a sexy pharaoh outfit with thick gold armbands.) He'd have his fun, maybe hook up with someone, commit a small act of arson… but beyond wearing far too little clothing, it was nothing more than a standard night on the town.

This year… maybe this year would be different. It started when Stephanie came to request a night off, with her daughter. For trick-or-treating. It came as no surprise to anyone that Poseidon made her take a chaperone. What did come as a surprise was that he chose Khalil to be her escort. He could barely contain his excitement. Khalil never got to work with Stephanie, and here he was now, accompanying them.

He'd be a fool to just think of it as an outing together, though. And any inkling that it was, was quickly dispelled by the iron clasp of Poseidon’s hand upon his shoulder and a terse, “If anything happens… anything at all… it's on your head.”

He tried to put that conversation in the furthest recesses of his mind. Tonight, he wanted to live vicariously through Malia and Stephanie’s night out. He'd never trick-or-treated as a kid, after all, and he'd far surpassed the window of “ages appropriate to trick-or-treating”.

Khalil kept a polite distance, as a father might do while his wife and child were going door-to-door for candy, partaking in various carnival activities, et cetera. In the spirit of the season, he'd donned a (publicly presentable) skeleton costume, complete with face paint. He'd even painted his tail to look bony and jointed.

In terms of Khalil's usual disposition, he was noticeably withdrawn… but there was something sanctimonious about mother-daughter time that even the demon didn't want to disrupt. He did, however, catch up to his mark when the two women came to an abrupt halt.

“Whaaaat the-” he trailed, following their line of vision. There was something churning in the darkness, like tentacles but not-quite-solid, and it reached towards them. Khalil jumped as the cold washed over him, setting his teeth on-edge.

Stephanie reassured her daughter, but there was edge in her voice that was undeniable.

“Stephanie,” Khalil said gently, his tail twitching in agitation, “Let's… let's get outta here. Something isn't right.”

Khalil-- Mr. Everything's Fun, Mr. Can't Take Anything Seriously-- was feeling uneasy. His heart was hammering uselessly against his ribs, but he wouldn't deign to admit that, particularly not to Stephanie.

Welcome to the site! Look forward to seeing you on the boards.

Heeeeeeyyyy Ladies and Gents of MRO!

All of my characters can use a little love, so I'm putting out a request for threads. Below are links to their profiles, and I will also explain where they're at in the plot and the threading capabilities for each.

• "Chief" : She's living in the apartment affiliated with Haven, continuing her managerial job at Inferno. Unfortunately she has not been active at Xavier's, because she's worried about how volatile her power might be. (And, since Blue-- her AV!self-- was killed in the conflict that sparked her power growth, most who know her believe her to be dead.) ((Jack thinks Blue was Jude, but don't be fooled, it wasn't!!))
  
  Since I've been inactive with all the characters, too, I'm going to say that Jack has been having a difficult time "reintegrating" or "rejoining" society,
  as an excuse for not having any recent threads with her. So if you want a thread with a skulking, hulking monster to accidentally scare your character, lemme know!
• Gina Schuyler : Gina is pretty much open to anything. Lives at Honeycomb, volunteers at Xavier's, attending school for Fashion as well Social Work at NYU. Also, no stranger to parties, trouble, or making friends... or any combination of the three! This gargoyle gets around! Her AV!self, Khalil, is also up for a similar gamut of threads... although he might be more predisposed to "trouble", given his affiliation with the Syndicate and life of crime. Khalil is a narcissist and likely to flirt with anyone who seems eligible. Operative word "seems".
• Chase Taylor : Despite the fact that he's only twelve, this human-shifter can find his fair share of trouble. Even though Chase is oftentimes antisocial or ... you know, a tween, there are plenty of factors that can motivate him to approach someone. This kid is OBSESSED with physical mutants. He's also no stranger to wandering off, climbing trees, and all around just... being twelve? His AV!Self, Delta Seven, is a nameless tool of SUPER who was recently snagged by the AV!X-Men.
• @humanwill : Doesn't really need threads because he's a "free human" but I didn't want to exclude him. > 3 > A good cop with a good heart, and just a little bit of anti-mutant prejudice. Despite the bro-iest of bro auras he's also bi. Please give Matt Damon some love. lol

If you're interested, comment below or PM the account you're interested in! I'd love to thread with you! And honestly, if you're new, don't hesitate! I can thread with basically anyone. (Fear not!)

Thanks for reading!

- Sophy

Khalil listened as the man explained how he'd acquired his pets-- or, at the very least, alluded to them. He had a gift and was not, as Khalil had momentarily entertained, a zookeeper. That made him infinitely more worth Khalil's while, and not just some human to be played.

"Of all the animals to go for," Khalil mused, leaning closer, "You chose wild ones... that's very audacious of you... what compelled you to do that, I wonder? A love of danger?"

Primal was boasting about his power, and Khalil was playing the part of an interested companion. He was also, however, sizing the man up. When you belonged to certain criminal outfits like the scarlet-skinned man did, you were always keeping your eyes open for... well, busienss ventures. New blood. A connection.

Or perhaps he was just looking to have fun, and was stoking Primal's ego in an attempt to get the embers of his interest to flicker to life.

The waitress returned with drinks.

"Here we are, boys," she said in that nasaly, brassy voice of hers. Coasters were set-out near the fire, and drinks were deposited. Khalil was delighted to see that his drink looked appropriately fruity, "Give me a holla if ya need anything else."

Khalil leaned forward, lifting his drink. He proffered the glass to Primal, silently requesting a toast.

"To seizing the day," he purred.

Khalil nodded skyward at June's inquiry, towards the roof that his companion was so concerned about reaching.

"We should find somewhere flat to land," the cat-eyed man crooned, "A rooftop or a patio." some of these glass-walled buildings had uneven sides with picnic benches placed on fenced outcroppings. Either that, or it'd be a roof.

"Otherwise, we're clinging to spires like the little devils that we are," Khalil concluded. His eyes swept the surface of the building, looking for some blemish in the facade, something that would suggest a place to land. There was no such outcropping.

"The roof," Khalil decided, "Bank upwards."

Nearly every building had rooftop access. And with such... incendiary... talents as his, he could make fast work of any lock they had. Though he instructed June to bank upwards, he waited for her to make the first move-- if there were any flukes, he would catch her.

A chuckle escaped Khalil, and he looked at Primal through his lashes, allowing the man to dote upon him and shower him with kisses. The narcissist loved to have affection and attention lavished upon him, and Primal seemed to be a willing contributor.

"Isn't that what we're doing?" Khalil teased, "Getting to know each other?"

And also, in Khalil's case, extorting unsuspecting young men for drinks. But that was besides the point. A coy, spade-tipped tail flicked and curled, and the firelight flickered in the demon's honey-gold eyes.

"So, they came from the zoo," Khalil reiterated, "Did you train them? Or do you have a gift?"

The word "gift" rolled pregnantly off his tongue, laden with all the necessary implications. "Gifted". As in, a mutation-bearing individual. The scarlet-skinned man would be decidedly more interested if he was in the company of the fellow mutant.