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.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 15, 2012 12:19:02 GMT -6
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The day began uneventfully enough. Chase arose with twenty minutes to spare prior to breakfast, got dressed, and filed downstairs in amongst the throng of students bustling around him as they descended upon the cafeteria. Following breakfast, Chase found his group of friends and dispersed alongside them for a day full of playing. It was a Saturday, which meant no class- today, they were to sneak into the computer lab to play games. An innocent endeavor, yet the thrill with sneaking into an area (that was conveniently publically accessible to the students) gave the younger student populus something of a thrill.
So, Chase and his compatriots spilled into swiveling office-chairs and awoke the slumbering computers. Chase was the last one to claim a chair, and he wriggled onto it. Chase took hold of the mouse and shifted it, tapping it against the desk to see if the computer were truly off. It only slumbered, and the screen came into focus from the blackness. Someone had been on and left in a hurry, but they'd been gone for a while- their residue and faded into the melt of hundreds of others that had touched the mouse, and the lack of a dominant signature alluded to a longer period of disuse. Whoever it had been, they'd left a webpage minimized at the bottom of the screen. It was a crisp page with little decorations, a messaging board that was titled, "International Coalition Against Mutant Hate".
Chase picked through the word slowly, the first two words of the title posing significant difficulty for Chase to sound-out. His brow furrowed. He knew most of the words, except for "coal-ition". He most certainly knew about "mutant hate" though, and was glad to find that there was a group of people who were against it. Chase scrolled down the page, to see lists of topics. Chase scrolled casually down the board, curious colors flickering through his eyes as he read the headings. Some were,
"Bad Day on the Bus"
"Why I Hate the Cafeteria"
"FML"
Chase scrolled through the headings, under each of which small blurbs of the content of the thread. He was quickly losing interest. Chase was ready to close the page, when he spied a heading that was simple enough that it snagged his attention.
"My Father Says I'm Bad"
Chase paused. That was a tale that was too familiar. With hesitance, Chase clicked on the link, and it led him to a new page. The first post on the page was written at a level that Chase could understand. It was brief enough for an eight-year-old to follow. The boy's name was Michael, he was nine. He wrote about the atrocities commited against him by his father. It sounded all too familiar. The other boy was scared, his Dad wasn't feeding him, and there weren't other mutants like him. Chase could relate to that. Chase continued to scroll, skimming past peoples' replies to when the Michael-person posted again.
Chase shuddered as he reached the final post, his eyes going black with sympathetic fear. He had to do something.
"Chase, man," one of his friends called out, as Chase got to his feet and darted across the room, grabbing a marker and some printer paper, "You gonna log into the game or what?"
"I can't," Chase said quickly, "I remembered that I forgot something." He scampered back to the computer, undoing the lid on the marker. Chase flattened the paper out on the desk, and peered towards the screen. Chase quickly scrawled the address down, word-for-word, before corking the pen and discarding it on the desk. He closed the window, folded up the paper, and wedged it in his pocket, "I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
And with that, Chase was gone. He trotted out of the computer lab and into the hall, the gears in his mind turning. He was eight-- he wasn't concerned with the impossibility of being able to rescue another kid, he was simply compelled to save someone from a like fate. "How" was not a matter which he gave thought. Chase sauntered down the hall, mind charging full-steam ahead. Miss Gemma had rescued him, so... she'd rescue this Michael-person too, right? But... Chase had come to her, hadn't he? He needed someone else... what about... what about Katrina and Alister? They had come to him. They hadn't wanted to involve Chase's mama. That... just might work.
Chase broke into a jog once again, his little feet hitting the floor. In his warped sense of logic, just going and retrieving Michael would be cutting out the middleman, preventing another child from living on the streets or being kept locked away by parents who didn't want him. Chase didn't view it as kidnapping, but a recoinassiance mission... a search-and-rescue. And the fact that no parents needed to know made matters that much more simple. He peered in through the open doorways as he passed them. No Katrina... no Katrina... Chase huffed. Xavier's was big. This could take a while.
After minutes of searching, Chase spied a familiar blond head, and bee-lined for the older girl.
"Katrina," Chase greeted urgently, "Katrina, it's important... I need your help on top-secret stuff. It's really important."
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>> "Two breakfast burritos....and I need um...two of those bib things."
Chase watched as Hokee rummaged into his pockets. Yet, when he didn't find what he was looking for, he breathed the word "sheep", and went into the back of the car, rummaging about.
"What are you looking for?" Chase inquired. Maybe he could help?
>> "Can you drive at all?"
Chase gave Hokee a connfused look, complete with a quirked eyebrow.
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>> "Eh, you know."
A grunt, and that short answer. Chase supposed that he did know, but... just because he knew didn't mean that he understood. He just let that suject settle. The car inched forward, before coming to a halt before the speaker. An employee from the McDonald's asked what Hokee wanted, and the boy with the dreadlocks clearly replied,
>> "Two orders of that pancake stuff. Lots of syrup...um...four hash browns, large orange juice and um.."
"The... breakfast burrito?" Chase inquired, shrugging his shoulders. He only wanted one, no meal or anything. And he had to make sure that Hokee was fine with paying for it of course. Chase shifted in the seat again. He hated it when people had to buy him things.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 13, 2012 17:31:04 GMT -6
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>> "Good. You know sometimes something looks like it's chocolate but it's really coffee flavored."
"Ew, really?" Chase gasped. He'd tried coffee, once- it tasted like burnt dirt. He could only imagine if he'd grabbed coffee-chips rather than chocolate-chips, and made a face at the notion. He snuck out a few more chocolate chips and nibbled on them more. Yup, those ones tasted like chocolate, too.
>> "Why don't you play us some music while we cook?"
Chase looked around for a moment, for something to play music on, then realized that Locke was speaking of the laptop. Some people kept music on their computers. Chase slid off of the chair and went to the spot on the counter where the laptop sat, sliding it so that the computer was parallel to the edge of the counter, and bending the screen downward so that Chase could see it. He went to a program that he presumed to be a music-playing program, because it had a music note on the icon. Chase double-clicked it, and by a strike of fortune, had found playlists.
"I don't know any of the songs," Chase announced, looking at the playlist blankly. He'd leave music selection to Locke. The eight-year-old returned to his perch on the chair.
>> "So were you looking for food, or do you have a candy sense that's tingling?"
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>> "Yeah there's that, but you got to grow into them, not turn into them. Puberty is awkward enough when you ease into it, no need to jump the gun. Oven, off limits."
Chase was smiling and looking well-pleased at what he could have done, given permission to use his powers. But Locke still vetoed the idea-- it wasn't the same if he just grew longer arms, because they weren't his. There was a note of truth to what Locke said. Chase had an adjustment period in which he had to get a feel for the form.
The eight-year-old shrugged. He could live with those conditions. Chase didn't feel comfortable with the oven or the stove anyways.
>> "Taste test? Hmm... I think I need a second opinion. You try one."
Chase grinned at the proposed taste test, and nodded his head enthusiastically. Locke tossed a chip into the air and caught it in his mouth... neat trick. Some of Chase's old friends could do that, but he'd never had the coordination to do so as well. It always ended up hitting him in the eye or the cheek... or, if his aim was particularly kind to him, it'd bounce off of his front teeth. Locke asked for a second opinion, and held the cup out towards Chase. Chase grinned and pinched a couple of chocolate chips up, before popping them into his mouth.
Chase nodded, and gave an approving, "Tastes like a chocolate chip to me!"
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>> "Come on then. It's your birthday, isn't it?"
Chase fastened onto his mother's hand, smiling fiantly and nodding in agreement. The two of them walked together into the apartment building, up to the floor of Jorge's apartment. Chase was full of jitters and excitement, grinning up at Gemma on occasion, until they came to a pause at the doorway of the familiar apartment. Gemma knocked upon the door, and shifted her attention to the child.
>> "If you change your mind, we can still go out, you know. If you want to."
"No, Mama," Chase assured her, "This is good."
Chase fell silent as a pair of footsteps drew closer to the door within the apartment. There was a click, and the door swung open, revealing Jorge, Gemma's boyfriend. Chase smiled in acknowledgement, his lime green gaze flickering up at the man before venturing to Gemma, and then past Jorge into the apartment.
>> “Hey you two. Come on in! You’re just on tim—"
"Hi Jorge, h-" Chase greeted, his salutations quickly cut short by a white streak of fur as it bolted out of the apartment. It was Lizzie-- the wild white bulldog went about licking and biting at Chases' shoelaces. Chase let out a short laugh, and exclaimed, "Lizzie!"
To which Lizzie barked at him and continued circling and nipping. Lizzie's tail waggled so furiously that her entire back-end pivoted to keep balance as she tugged at the shoes. Chase only giggled more.
>> “Lizzie! Behave yourself young lady…”
Chase knelt down to give Lizzie a good scratch behind the ears, to which the bulldog replied to by licking at the childs' hands. After a sufficient amount of attention was paid to the bulldog, Lizzie turned to lead Chase into the apartment. But, when Chase trailed in too slowly (for he trailed in alongside Gemma and Jorge), Lizzie returned to attacking his shoes and barking excitedly. Chase grinned and followed, shuffling aside so that he could plop down, remove his shoes, and return to showering Lizzie with attention. He had to have priorities.
Chase undid his shoes, with minor help from the dog, and remained on the floor for a few moments as Lizzie pressed her nose to the knee of Chases' jeans, sniffing at the pants speculatively before waddling her way closer to Chase's face, pink tongue lolling with the impending threat of licking him. Chase grinned and returned to petting the bulldog, turning his attention to Jorge and Gemma.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 13, 2012 12:46:27 GMT -6
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>> "Should see what its like at night in a car. Different world....thats when life really starts."
Oh, Chase knew what the streets were like at night, but he'd never had the privlege of seeing them from the safety of a car. Not when he'd been living on them. He failed to see the mystique-- for him, the streets had been scary... in all that time, he'd been so scared and so tired, scarcely sleeping. Or when he had, the sleep had been so light that it was hardly sufficient. Chase huffed quietly and combed his hair back with his slender fingers-- he'd rather not think about that time in his life. Things were different now. The car rolled into the parking lot of a familiar fast food joint, beelining for the drive-through.
>> "Came here once with your mom."
"You did?" Chase echoed. That must've been before Miss Gemma was his mother. That struck Chase as odd. In the lone interaction he'd seen between Gemma and Hokee, the eight-year-old had gleaned that Hokee didn't like her. So Chase gave the vague inquiry of, "How was it? Eating out with Mama?"
Hokee spit out the window, and peered in the direction of the sign, and Chase followed his line of vision towards the menu. He was a kid, so Chase tended to remain on the kids' menu.
>> "Some night, you should come out for a ride, see it. Best place is the roof tops. Just sucks you can't see the stars well, but eh its quiet and open. No one nagging you, telling what you can and can't do. Just free up there.... They better still be serving breakfast."
"That sounds like fun," Chase agreed, though he was also wary of such freedom. He was still young, he liked having someone to look after him and take care of him, and telling him what to do... having someone care about what he was doing, and who he was with.
"Don't you..." Chase trailed. He could feel a question on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't know how to word it. It had the potential to be a personal question, and reveal something about him in-turn. Neither idea of which Chase was fond of. But he had to say something. Chase shifted his weight as Hokee directed his attention towards the menu, "Do you like being able to... be free more than having someone nag you all the time?" It was a stupid question, but by now it must have been apparent that Chase was compelled to ask question no matter how stupid they seemed, "I like having someone who wants to know where I am and what I'm doing."
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 12, 2012 11:19:06 GMT -6
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>> "It's cool cuz. Just got to teach you how to be safe before we can do anything really big. First rule is that you don't go near the oven or the stove without me there to help you ok? Water can splash out of the pot, and you don't want to get hit with that. As for the oven, well, no offense, but your arms aren't that long."
Chase listened dutifully, nodding his head. Okay, no oven, and no stove. That was alright, he was apprehensive about those two things, anyways. At the final comment about his arms, Chase announced, "Well, I could make my arms longer."
He wasn't trying to be petulant or anything to that persuasion, he was just stating fact. People seemed to forget he was a shapeshifter. If the only thing that was keeping him away from the stove was his size, he could always turn into someone who had longer arms. Not that Chase had any desire to do so.
>> "Need help with the chips there? It's ok to scoop the chocolate chips out of the bag with the cup. We're going to be making a lot of fudge, and the measuring cup is clean."
That was a good point.
"Oh," Chase said simply, smiling. He hadn't thought to do that. He just wanted to make sure he got exactly three cups, so had figured that the best approach would be to add a handful at a time. But, the older boy's suggestion would be much faster. So, Chase followed his instruction and dipped the partially-filled cup into the enormous bag, before bringing out a measuring cup-full of chocolate chips. Chase set the cup on the counter, and cleaned out the little extra that remained, before smoothing the chips down to look at them. Yeah, that was three cups.
He looked towards Locke for his next set of instructions.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 10, 2012 19:43:10 GMT -6
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Chase occupied the back seat of Gemma's car, fidgetting faintly and lime-green gaze flickering around before darting outside. He was so filled with anticipation and excitement that it was almost as if the seat-belt was the only tether keeping him from floating around the roof of the car. It was the eve of January the Twenty-Seventh, the eve of his ninth birthday, and for the first time that Chase could remember, his birthday was being celebrated. He was an easily-pleased child, whose day could be brightened by evven the simple sentiment of "Happy Birthday", but Miss Gemma had insisted that they do something for his birthday. Chase was delighted, and asked what they were going to do, to which his mother lightly replied that they could do whatever he wanted.
Now, given that opportunity, doing "whatever one wanted" could have been a dangerous amount of freedom in the hands of a nine-year-old, but Chase was a child of simple, down-to-earth pleasures. He was by no means extravagant, and timidly proposed that, if it were alright, he'd really like to go have spaghetti at Jorge's apartment, and maybe watch a movie? And of course, birthday cake was a must-- it wouldn't be a birthday party without birthday cake. That was the extent of Chase's request, even when Gemma asked if that was all, or if he wanted anything else-- Chase gave a matter-of-fact "yes", if it wouldn't be a problem. He didn't dare ask for any more than that. Gemma replied that it'd be no problem.
It was a step in the right direction, and a bit of a surprise-- since Chase had nearly taken to the streets once again, Chase had been to the Detective's apartment a handful of times, and always with miss Gemma. And, though Chase insisted that he liked Jorge very well, the child still regarded him with a shyness. He knew that Jorge was a nice guy, and a good guy-- and Chase was absolutely enamored with Jorge's bulldog, Lizzie-- but there was just something about being involuntarily stuck without a human face to hide behind that made him clam up, particularly in the pressence of men of authority.It wasn't an attitude that Chase consciously adopted, and would be shed with time, but he still bore it. But, the fact that, on his own fruition, Chase had specifically requested spaghetti at Jorge's apartment was a very, very good sign.
Gemma's car rolled up to the curb and into a parking space, before the car came to a halt. Chase's excited lime-green eyes swept towards the seat-belt, and Chase undid it, quickly stepping out of the car and onto the sidewalk, before he closed the door behind him. He looked toward Gemma, wearing that same, quiet smile that Chase tended to wear.
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The measuring cup was slid over to the eight-year-old, and Chase took a hold of it with two hands eagerly, looking at the lines that were etched into the side with red font with excited eyes.
>> "We need three cups of chocolate chips. I'll find us the condensed milk."
"Chocolate chips, three cups," Chase reiterated, hopping off of the stool and all-but-floating to the freezer in excitement. He popped the door open with only a slight struggle, and quickly found a big bag of chocolate chips. In retrospect, he probably didn't need to take the measuring cup with him, but he had. Chase plucked the bag up and wrapped an arm around it, before nudging the door shut again.
With bag and measuring cup in-hand, Chase returned to the counter. He set the two objects down, clambered onto the stool, and went to measuring. Rather than try and pour chocolate chips from the unwieldy bag, Chase resorted to pulling chocolate chips out a handful at a time and depositing each handful into the cup one-at-a-time. His focus was apparent on his face.
>> "You help out around the kitchen before? Making cookies or pasta?"
"Nuh-uh," Chase said absently, thinking little of his answer, "My mom didn't use to let me in the kitchen." Was that a normal thing? For kids to help cook and bake?
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>> ”You guess? Everybody loves getting gifts right? You guess…”
"Yeah," Chase murmured in agreement, watching as the man with the eyepatch staggered around the snow man absently, and nearly lost his balance as he made a grand gesture.
>> ”Nine huh? Well Happy almost Birthday then! One more year till the double digits, a century right? Wait… heh nah that would be triple digits, Almost a decade.”
Chase muffled a giggle. This grown-up was a silly guy. Chase watched as the older guy circled the snowman and added more snow to it, drawing closer hesitantly to get a better look.
>> ”Yeah, always can use an extra hand.”
Chase dared to walk the rest of the distance over, stepping lightly over the drifts of snow so that it didn't soak into his shoes. He came over, picked some snow up, and patted it on, waiting for some further instructions.
>> ”What are you doing out here anyways kid?”
Chase shifted his gaze towards the young man hesitantly, stuck between telling him the truth (for fear of seeming silly and hypocritical) or telling him too much (lest it get him into trouble, since he was breaking curfew). The man fixed Chase with a stare, taking in his appearance, and Chase did the same. He was tall, and he had an eyepatch. Everything else seemed pretty irrelevant beyond that.
"Couldn't sleep," Chase said casually, "So I got up. And then I thought I heard someone outside, so I came outside." Seemed like an answer that was logical enough.
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>> "Alright, Chase. Not Kid Death."
Chase smiled and nodded. Good. Now the Locke knew his name. Or, at least acknowledged that he knew his name-- there was no guarantee that the older boy would call Chase that, but at least he knew. Chase followed Locke to the sink, and also washed his hands-- he didn't need to be told, Chase was the sort to simply copy his elders when he was trying to help them.
>> "Relax. I don't think that there's anyplace here that could keep fudge hidden for long.."
Chase nodded in agreement, and said, "Yeah."
Chocolate didn't survive long when placed in public access at the Mansion.
>> "First we have to boil some stuffs down. The chocolate, fudge, sugar, butter... You want to dip anything in it?"
"Yes," Chase practically exclaimed, readjusting his stool so that Chase could be closer to the action. He didn't know what he wanted to dip in the chocolate, he just wanted to. He was eager to be able to bake, and even more excited about eating what he and Locke baked. He also wanted to help out more than just dipping things in the chocolate too, so Chase made that fact known.
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>> "To crowded for me. Suffocating. Over stuffed toy box...."
For anyone who was any older than Chase, the answer might have been interpretted as almost poetic. For Chase, it was just another cryptic adult-answer. Hokee wasn't going to give him an outright answer, he was just trying to get him to shut up. Even Chase could see that. He huffed faintly, and for a moment, entertained a thought that was rather devious, considering his age and general good behavior-- maybe he could get his answer by taking hold of Hokee's and wandering about in his form. Could he get the answer for those sorts of questions, and in that fashion?
Chase dropped that thought, though, and instead opted to analyze what Hokee meant on his own. Too crowded, that made sense. Suffocating? Played into the "too crowded" sentiment. And to say that Xavier's was an overstuffed toy box, well that implied the same thing. Chase quietly turned his attention out the window, unsure of what to say next, besides a slightly disheartened, "Oh."
He liked having all of the people around, though he was incapable of conversing with any of them. coherently. It was like having one enormous family. The good kind, not the dysfunctional kind-- he even thought of Hokee as something of a cool, rebellious older brother, not that Chase would admit to that. And the fact that a cool, rebellious older brother-figure wouldn't confide in Chase something that seemed so trivial... well, that just meant that he didn't think that Chase could handle it. Thus, the little guy fell silent once more, looking out the window as unfamiliar storefront flicked past. Everything looked so different from the car, then it did when you were on the streets.
Chase made this observation aloud, "You ever notice how places look different when you look at them from the car, than when you do when you're walking by them?"
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>> “Gemma Taylor? ...Coach Taylor?”
Chase nodded his head. Yup, Gemma Taylor. That would be his mother.
>> “I'm old enough, she knows I get decent grades and I'm the frisbee team captain. I think she'd probably trust me to chaperone.”
>> “Don't worry. She'll trust you.”
Chase smiled shyly. Perfect. He saw nothing illicit or wrong with what he was doing-- he'd just be saving the world, which was something that superheros did. Something that good guys did. And, though Miss Gemma had expressed obvious distaste and apprehension in Chase going about the city alone, Chase thought he was being rather grown-up in his decision. He had a big kid to keep an eye on him, and he wouldn't be alone.
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>> "You'll learn."
Chase furrowed his brow. That was such a grown-up answer-- completely noncommittal, told him a whole lot of nothing, and told him that he wasn't going to get much more than that answer no matter how hard he tried or how long he persisted. Chase hated those kinds of answers. Hokee shifted gears as he turned his attention to the matter of purchasing guns.
>> "Something high end...fast and light. Not sure really, you just got to feel it to know if its right. You need compact and small. You run fast....when your not falling in pools..."
"That's what I was thinking," Chase said with a nod. He hadn't really been thinking that, but he had to pretend he knew what he was... or wasn't... talking about. Compact and small, that sounded reasonable. Chase was compact and small, so his gun should be, too. The eight-year-old watched as Hokee fussed with the radio, as the car went quiet once more. Hokee didn't seem to be much of conversationalist, and Chase wasn't either, and so the shapeshifter's young mind turned to the most obvious option-- asking questions that had yet to be answered.
"So," Chase trailed, sitting back in a fashion akin to Hokee's posture, "Why don't you park your car with the other cars at the Mansion?" They already knew Hokee slept inside of the car because he didn't want people stealing it, but that was a stupid reason. Chase needed to know more than just that.
