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 Dec 31, 2011 22:44:06 GMT -6
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As the two older mutants slipped out of view and into the kitchen, the Doppelganger couldn't help but be nosy. He vaulted over the back of the couch, feet quietly meeting the floor.
Footsteps just as silent, Chase went to just outside the kitchen, pressing his back to the wall as he listened. Agnes whispered, but Aedus reiterated what she said, word-for-word.
His stomach hit the floor, and his legs sagged beneath him in shock. He was free? Chase couldn't believe it, he didn't. Tears of fear were met by those of relief. Freedom seemed surreal. He would never have to run again, never live on the streets.
It was too good to be true. He peeked shyly into the kitchen, his eyes still colored by a black fear as he surveyed Aedus and Agnes. He was still trembling, still in disbelief, still crying... And he still looked like Kilian.
>> "That sounds amazing, if he agrees to go, could I come along just to be there for him?"
"I won't go back by myself," Chase spoke up weakly, still peeking around the wall. He didn't know what Aedus and Agnes had whispered to one another, but he could guess. Aedus had probably given up the ghost.
His eyes were still black with fear as Chase shuffled into view. His gaze was on the floor, and he was trembling still. Chase didn't know who to believe or what to think, but if it was all a ploy, he knew that Aedus and Agnes would defend him. He would be safe with them. He couldn't be too sure about Miss Gemma. His mom and dad could have misled her.
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Chase clutched the grips of the borrowed scooter, propelling himself down the sidewalk by kicking his right foot. He traveled at a leisurely pace, so as not to barrel into any pedestrians, and was doing laps around Xavier's campus. He rode alone, for his friends had lost track of him after moving too quickly, but he didn't seem to mind.
Chase's mind wandered, his gaze swimming around absently. He didn't really look towards the ground beneath him, and in amoment of inattention, the hard, rubber wheels of the scooter met a patch of ice, and the scooter went out from under him. Chase was momentarily airborne, long enough to panic, before his rump met the merciless pavement, and his friend's scooter was launched into the door of a car.
"Oh geez," Chase rasped, the air momentarily knocked out of his lungs. He'd caught the brunt of the fall on his butt, and nothing felt broken, but Chase still sat on the sidewalk a moment to catch his breath. His head lolled sideways, gaze lingering on the scooter, which laid on its side, partially beneath the car. The paint job of the car seemed unblemished, and there were no additional dings from the impact of the flying scooter. Thank God.
Chase sorely got to his feet and meandered to the car, footsteps heavy. Gingerly, he picked the scooter up, peering in through the window as he stood back up. A familiar form was slumbering within.
The guy with the dreadlocks! Hokee! Why was he sleeping in this car?
Chase looked around, then tapped on the window. There was little to no response. He hoped to God that this was Hokee and not just someone who looked like him. Chase knocked, more insistently, and then hollered at the long-haired boy, too.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 30, 2011 23:18:13 GMT -6
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>> “Um, Chase.”
Chase looked over to Alister first, rubbing the scar along his jaw self-consciously. He was going to say something but didn't know how. Please don't apologize.
>> “We're working on something that you might be able to help us with. We're trying to save the world. The girl you saw, she's going to help us too, and... and we could use all the help we can get.”
That was unexpected. Chase looked up, his eyes coloring with delight, then surprise, and then confusion. He liked to be helpful, but...
Chase looked to Alister, who had reclined against the couch, to Katrina, who was regarding him with a look that seemed sympathetic.
"S-save the world?" Chase echoed incredulously, "B-but I'm only eight years old. I don't know how I could help."
He wasn't turning them down, just thinking aloud. He didn't know how an eight-year-old could help save the world.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 28, 2011 20:56:57 GMT -6
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>> “Oh! That’s right, sorry. Look, I don’t know if Chase has contacted you yet, but he ran away from the mansion. He saw his parents there and apparently he bolted and told his friends that he was heading here. Have you seen or heard from him? There has been a HUGE misunderstanding and the Ms. Taylor the guidance counselor is scared for him.”
Chase listened closely, still shaking. Miss Gemma. Did Miss Gemma tell Agnes that she'd been the one who Chases' parents had been meeting with? Or that his social worker had been there? Chase numbly wondered how much Agnes could tell them, or if it was all some sort of ploy to trick him into going back to Syracuse.
>> "I've heard from him, He is in a safe place right now. He is a smart kid and If he stays there he will remain safe."
Chase cringed. Couldn't he have just said that Chase wasn't there? Then Agnes would leave, and Chase would be home free. It was obvious by the fact that she was there, though, that Chase couldn't stay with Aedus, either. Agnes could find him, which meant that Miss Gemma could... which now meant that his social worker would be able to find him, and drag him back to Syracuse, back into the foster homes.
>> "Tell me what the misunderstanding is and why Ms.Taylor is scared for him. If I need to be doing more I want to know it. Sorry, I don't mean to snap. I just want whats best for him."
Oh. Details. Details were good. Killian's doppelganger shifted faintly, turning around so as to peer under the couch, as if searching for something. That's right, he wasn't Chase. He had to pretend to be Killian to get more details. Chase stuck his arm under the couch, rummaging around for nothing in particular.
>> "Hey Killian this is my friend Agnes...if you are feeling a bit shy you can head to my room if you like."
The Doppelganger sat up quickly, cracking a grin that was very un-Chase-like. Part of the muscle-memory, Chase supposed. He gave Agnes the casual greeting of, "Hey, nice to meet you, Agnes- naw, I'll stick around. I dropped my DS-stylus under the couch and I can't find it."
Chase continued rummaging under the couch, and shifted his position slightly as Aedus offered Agnes a drink. Meanwhile, the Doppelganger watched the two closely, and inquired, "Are you Aedus' girlfriend?"
If one looked closely enough, one could still see that Chases' eyes were still flickering with color. His eyes were always a dead giveaway, and Chase knew this, so he didn't keep his eyes lingering on the two for too long. He was supposed to be rummaging under the couch for the stylus to his imaginary Nintendo DS anyways.
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The man glanced back at Chase, and the first place that Chase's gaze went to was the eyepatch. He had an eyepatch! Like a pirate! That was so cool. While these thoughts looped through Chase's head, he might have stared at the man. Maybe.
>> ”Does it look like I’m cold?”
The curt inquire was enough to make Chase drop his head and his gaze bashfully. No, he supposed that the man didn't look cold, now that he thought about it. In response, the eight-year-old quickly shook his head "no".
>> ”Sorry, long day and new traditions.”
The man took a swig of something before burying it snow. Chase chanced looking up through his lashes, but didn't get a good look at the hidden bottle. He was watching the man before him quietly.
>> ”Shouldn’t you be asleep kid? It’s pretty late. Santa Clause is coming tonight after all. He doesn’t have all the time in the world and if your not asleep you’ll be missed right?"
Chase lifted his head slightly as the man seemed to lose his balance and slouch against the snowman. He seemed to be a bit dizzy, and while he spoke, he tilted a smile at nobody in particular. Chase's brow furrowed faintly. He was obviously talking to a crazy person. Chase wedged his hands in his pockets, looking at the pirate-man with a baffled, uneasy, and slightly bemused expression on his face. Colors akin to this facial expression also surged through his eyes. Santa had always missed him before, why should tonight be any different?
Chase shook his head as if to shake that thought away, but the thought persisted. So he spoke it.
"Santa always misses me," Chase countered, shrugging his shoulders, "So... that means I can stay up, right? I mean, I don't believe in him anyways."
There was an inherent contradiction in what Chase had said-- that Santa always forgot him, but Chase didn't believe in him anyways. Maybe the crazy, pirate-man wouldn't notice, though. Chase certainly didn't. Chase thought he was being rather clever-- he was concocting a fool-proof plan so that he could stay up late, and figuring out if Santa was real or not in one fell swoop.
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Alister beamed at Chase's demonstration, and even went so far as to call it cool. Chase grinned back. He liked it when people liked his power. Katrina nodded, concurring with him, and explained her ability.
>> “I can turn things invisible.”
Chase watched, fascinated, as Katrina picked up a dinosaur. Not only did the dinosaur vanish, but her hand did as well. Chase gaped openly, his eyes lighting up with an unconfined fascination, as he announced, "Wow, that's amazing!"
>> “As for me, I can let people see their future. Would you like a demonstration?”
Chase's curiosity was instantly peaked. A rational person might make the argument that there was security in unknowing. That the future was better left unseen, or else an unfavored fortune would become an inevitable. But, Chase was young, and he didn't know apprehension in regards to this subject. He knew only his thirst for knowing, and that was all that the eight-year-old needed to know.
"Sure," Chase said with a grin, readying himself to see the future. He sat up slightly and set his Legos down, lightly draping an arm over each knee. Alister dropped his sunglasses, and Chase's flickering gaze went instinctively to his. The moment that their eyes locked, the room around them flickered out of vision. Chase felt a touch on his hand, but he didn't wince away. Perhaps it was part of the vision?
Chase could never forget this place-- the overgrown and mostly-dead grass, the playground that swarmed with children, the basketball courts, tetherball poles, the laughter. This was his old school. He was running, laughing, glancing over his shoulder at the form of a friend, whose face was burrowed into the trunk of a tree, arms over their face. It was a game of hide-and-seek. Chase turned around, but a moment too late.
He collided with the massive form of a fifth-grader, and barely had enough time to stumble back before a fistful of Chase's collar was snagged.
"I'm sick of you and your freaky eyes, and voice-copying you little mutant scum. Why don't you go to the Hell like the rest of your kind?"
The boy drew a box-cutter, and quickly rose it to Chase's face despite the pleas of the younger boy.
As if sensing Chase's mortification and residual fear of that memory, the scene changed before the blade could meet the flesh.
He was stronger, now, and braver-- Chase still wore a human guise, but it had darker hair, so deep a brown that it was almost black, and his skin was lightly tanned, now, too-- which could be seen even in the darkness. Chase was so brave, that he was breaking curfew and sneaking about a shipping yard without much fear of the repercussions.
He trailed behind a redheaded a girl, who was a few years his senior, and a man whose most striking accessory was a fedora. It was nighttime, and the motley trio was navigating an alley of storage containers towards a more permanent warehouse, which was where what they sought was contained. Chase brought up the end of the procession, and paused, turquoise gaze reguarding the alley behind them. He could have sworn that he had heard something...
"Chase, pick up the pace," the redhead hissed, leading Chase to snap out of it, "We haven't got all night."
"I could've sworn I heard something, Kaitlyn," Chase whispered back, quickly trotting after her.
"Don't be such a worrywart."
That was all that Chase saw. He came back around, slowly, and looked away from Alister. He gradually became aware of a hand on his knee, a hand which gave off the residue of the blonde girl. Chase winced, his face flushing a deep red as he jerked free of the touch.
"Th-that first part wasn't my future," Chase mumbled quickly, "That already happened. I don't think it will happen again."
Because Chase was never going back. He didn't even know what to make of the second part, but at least it had been part of his future, and not something horrid from his past. Chase dropped his gaze towards the coffee table shyly, his jaw clenching so that the scar leapt faintly at the tension in his young face. That had been a rather personal memory, and at least one person that he barely knew had just seen it.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 26, 2011 23:25:17 GMT -6
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Chase had never taken well to Christmas. Back in Syracuse, under the roof of the Townsends, he'd always been overlooked in the gift-giving procedures, to which his parents had often informed him that Santa didn't give gifts to monsters. Chase had in-turn learned to not like Santa from very early on, and distaste eventually evolved into disbelief.
But, with the tranision from the Townsends to Xavier's came new possibilities, and exposure to new outlooks. Chase encountered students who were only slightly younger than he was, who still believed firmly in Santa Clause. Chase resisted at first, matter-of-factly clinging to his parents' old sentiment. He wouldn't believe until he saw Santa with his own eyes, at Xavier's. If he didn't see him, he wasn't buying it. Chase was a logical child, and wouldn't fall subject to hopes that wouldn't be fulfilled.
Thus, he slept lightly, that fated Christmas night, ears turned towards the outer world. Chase's hand was curled around a small flashlight, which he'd borrowed from the junk drawer in the kitchen. A noise snagged Chase out of consciousness, and he sat upright immediately, his blue-against-black eyes sweeping around the room anxiously. Had he just heard-? No... Yup, there it was. Footsteps, outside. Funny, Chase could have sworn that the other kids had said Santa went down the chimmney. Oh well.
Chase leapt out of bed, sliding into his shoes and grabbing his jacket hurriedly. Making sure to keep quiet, he scurried for the door, and pulled it open, peeking his head out. The halls were deserted. Outside. Chase closed the door to his room quietly, and made it downstairs in record time. He kept his flashlight off as he ran towards the door that led outside. Someone was out there. Santa. He was probably locked-out.
Chase shifted quickly, concealing his natural form and donning his human face. Perhaps... he could make an appeal to Santa to give the mutant kids presents, too... He popped the door open slowly, only to spy a man who obviously wasn't Santa stagger across the porch, directing a snowball around in the snow with a twist of his hand. The older boy followed the snowball into the snow, barefoot.
Okay, so he wasn't Santa, but... he could tell a snowball what to do, which was pretty cool. So, Chase dared to slip outside, closing the door behind him. He donned nothing more than his pajamas, a coat, and a pair of sneakers, which did little against the night's chill.
"Uh... a-aren't your feet cold?" Chase inquired, his gaze dropping to the snowball as he spoke. The young man wasn't facing him, but Chase still clammed-up when he spoke.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 22, 2011 18:42:02 GMT -6
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Killian's doppelganger peeked over the back of the couch as he heard Agnes stammering about Aedus' change in appearance, little hands anchoring to the armrest for balance. He couldn't see much of anything, for Aedus' form was blocking the doorway. Chase listened as Aedus explained the new look, and casually asked if Chase was okay. Faux-Killian nearly retorted that he was just fine, but then recalled that Aedus was trying to get some information.
Aedus popped the door open and stepped aside, ushering Agnes in, and Faux-Killian quickly ducked back down behind the barricade of the couch, slipping out of view. It was childish, hiding from Agnes like this, but Chase was eight. When you didn't want to go somewhere with someone, you hid from them-- even if you didn't look like the person that they wanted to take somewhere. Faux-Killian pressed his back to the couch and embraced his legs tightly, scarcely breathing, as he listened to the two older kids converse. He might consider standing up, if Agnes was on their side-- but he couldn't afford to trust anyone from Xavier's, not yet. Anyone could be the enemy. Had Chase thought to run sooner, he would have run for an outward-facing window and clambered down the fire escape the moment someone knocked on the door.
A shuddering breath might have escaped Chase as a quiver danced down his spine. Tears arose once more, threatening to spill over, and the breath threatened to evolve into a sob, but Chase restrained them by furrowing his brow and biting his lips. He was so tired of running, but he would do what had to be done.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 18, 2011 22:50:12 GMT -6
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Chase was comfortably nestled to Aedus' side, head cushioned by a pillow and face tucked low. He had quickly slipped into a deep sleep once he had dozed off, with the knowledge of that fact that he was in a safe place, yet he was still hyper-vigilant. Thus far, the apartment had been silent, yet when there was a series of knocks upon the door, his conscious mind dragged itself to attention. Chase didn't stir, but made note of the disturbance of the calm.
>> “Mmm, Aedus? A-Are you in? It's Agnes. I…I really need to talk to you, about Chase. Aedus? Are you in?”
The familiar voice swam through the slumbering eight-year-old's mind. That was silly, Agnes couldn't be there-- it had to be a dream.. Aedus was getting up, though, which meant that he had heard it to. Chase huffed softly, as if annoyed, but then Aedus roused him by tapping his shoulder. The Doppelganger lifted its head, giving Aedus a bleary blink. Its eyes were bloodshot from crying, and he blearily rubbed at them, sitting up slowly on the couch.
>> “Hey Agnes! I’m Home. I look quite a bit different then when you saw me last. Just a heads up before I open the door.”
Aedus opened the door after imparting that small warning, and as Aedus did so, Chase unfolded himself from the couch, and quietly began to head for its more protected side. He didn't think that Agnes would do him wrong, but he had to be safe. He crouched down beside the couch, on the floor, and closed his eyes, listening. Chase looked like Killian, not like himself, but he still took this precaution. Just in the way that she'd said that they needed to talk, Chase was immediately suspicious.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 18, 2011 2:19:29 GMT -6
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>> “Well because I was going to say that you could copy me, and if someone figured out you were here, they’d only have two stone golems to answer too, but if it works with clothes, my cousin Killian left a ball cap here a couple days ago, it might be easier than trying to copy someone made out of stone. He wouldn’t mind, if you borrowed his hat. And most importantly, around here, you can relax and look like you if you want. I won’t let them lay a finger on you either way.”
Chase nodded slowly, still breathing shuddering breaths as Aedus rested a hand upon his back reassuringly. The eight-year-old unfolded himself long enough to wedge himself to Aedus' side, before curling tightly into himself once again, practically eating his knees as he spoke.
"M-maybe your cousin... if he's smaller than you," Chase murmured, "I wore myself out w-with my h-human face. I don't think I could look like you very long."
Aedus nodded and got up from the couch, vanished momentarily, and returned with a baseball cap. The cap was proffered to Chase, to which Chase shyly brushed his hood back and placed the hat upon his head. He was too weak to resist the shift, so as soon as the hat was in-place, the tendrils of his skin began to move. Killian's residue was strong. His sickly, tan skin was replaced by pale, freckled flesh, his hair contorted into a brilliant ginger, and the tendrils expanded upward and outward, to a build that was akin to Chase's, but more healthy and therefore more robust than his own. It even took on an outfit that had likely been something that Killian would have worn, concealing the Chase-like attire. Killian's doppelganger studied itself, before looking towards Aedus for input. The eyes weren't Killian's, though-- they still flickered with the same colors that flickered through Chases'.
"H-h-how do I look?" the Doppelganger inquired, testing its new voice as Aedus took a seat. Its voice quivered faintly from the residual fear and sorrow, and the anxiety of shifting in front of someone. The Doppelganger adjusted its hat, tilting it backwards on its head. With a form fully secured, and hat tilted back, the Doppelganger once again huddled to Aedus' side, returning to the same, curled-up position as before. It nervously fussed with its jeans, picking at the knee-- a distinctly Chase-like mannerism.
Its movements were sluggish. All those emotions that had been running through Chase's head-- the raw terror, the betrayal and fear, the sorrow, all amounting to more tears than one eight-year-old ever deserved to cry-- had worn him out completely. And, just as any emotionally- and phsyically-exhausted person would, Killian's doppelganger was slowly drifting off.
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>> "It's okay, you don't have to go. For now, you are staying right here anyway. I'm going to get you some dry clothes."
Chase nodded. Clothes would be nice. He'd feel better if it wasn't just a blanket and his boxers shielding his skin from the drafty infirmary.
>> "Fine. Won't take him. No skating. Does this place have paintball? What about paintball, you do that Chase?"
"Never heard of paintball," Chase replied. His old family had been of the pure "no shooting anything" or "doing anything violent" persuasion-- except when it came to "discipline", but that had been another story. They'd never used guns for that. His eyes sparked with interest, but his hopes were quickly dashed.
>> "Absolutely no shooting. Hokee, walk with me. You can hang out with Chase later when he gets better. He needs to rest now."
"I just woke up!" Chase protested, stifling a yawn unsuccessfully, "I'm not tired. Can't I come with?" He wasn't any too eager to brave the cold floor again, but he didn't want to be left alone with the scary, old man again.
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Chase felt the couch shift under Aedus' weight as he took a seat beside him. The television flicked off, and he wasn't bearing milkshakes. That was fine. Chase was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold any food down, even if he wanted to. Chase listened as Aedus spoke, his voice resolute and unyielding. He wasn't going to let Chase go, he was going to protect him. Chase nodded gratefully, sniffling faintly.
As Aedus continued to speak, the conversation shifted gears-- how Chase could protect himself. He could disguise himself, could not look like himself and not be found. Chase knew this, deep-down, but had never seemed to consciously realize this. That was true, but... fabricating forms took too much time. And, if he wanted to take a shortcut, Chase would have to steal... and stealing was bad...
"No, they can't," Chase avowed quietly, hiccuping.
Chase felt Aedus's eyes on him as he posed the final question to him, and he quickly tucked his hands under his legs so that they weren't visible. The rest of him was already well-covered by clothing, and his face wasn't visible as long as he kept his head down. Chase did just that, and didn't look up at all. His crying had quieted to uneven breaths, and he was still shaking, but he was quiet now.
>> "Now, if you don't mind me asking how do you get your ability to work?'
"W-well, there's two ways... there's, uh, me just doing it o-on m-my own," Chase began, "Or I c-could touch someone or their clothes, and t-take a shortcut." Chase lifted his head slightly, his gaze cutting towards Aedus cautiously. Against the blackness of his sclera churned a meld of frightened, sorrowful, confused colors, "Why?"
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 14, 2011 13:55:20 GMT -6
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Chase winced slightly at the exclamation of his name, but as statue-man spoke more, the eight-year-old realized his mistake. The statue-guy with the flaming eyes was Aedus.
>> "Chase! It's me! I'll explain the new look. Come in, you are safe now, ok?"
Chase nodded mutely and shuffled shyly into the apartment, looking around for a safe place to sit. It looked like Aedus had been watching t.v. Chase went over and sat on the couch, tucking his knees to his chest. He didn't really watch the show that was on the t.v., but instead pressed his head to his knees and tried to calm down.
>> "I'll make you a shake. While you tell me whats going on."
Chase didn't really feel like a shake. He felt like he was going to be sick. Chase pulled the hood lower on his face, rubbing his head lamely-- he could feel his form unraveling, just as he unraveled emotionally as well. Chase's human-form slipped, and he fully surrendered to his fear. This was a safe place. He could afford to be just as he was.
"M-my par-rents came to the M-M-Mansion," Chase stammered into his knees, hugging his legs tightly, "Th-they-they're g-gonna t-take me back, a-and I don't w-w-wanna go b-back." Chase went quiet for a moment, mopping at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, without lifting his head, "I had n-n-nowhere else to go-o. B-but I- I couldn't stay. I can't go back." He couldn't go back to the homes, he couldn't go back to Syracuse. He hated it there. Chase simply couldn't go back.
"Please d-don't let them take me b-back," Chase implored, pressing his hand to his head, "I-I'll do anything, Aedus. J-just don't let them take m-m-me back. Please." Chase would clean Aedus' house, run errands for him, or do anything Aedus needed to be done if he could stay there and not go back to Syracuse. It was obvious that the kid was desperate to stay here, stay hidden, and not be sent back to Syracuse, by whatever means necessary-- even if it meant going back out on the streets, he would stay here.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 13, 2011 19:54:48 GMT -6
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>> “Can I help, you?”
"Um-m," Chase looked up as someone who sounded like Aedus pulled open the door to Aedus' appartment, but he was greeted by a living, black statue with flaming eyes. That was most certainly not Aedus. Chase jumped, having expected someone completely different, his eyes going an anxious meld of orange and black. Someone he didn't know, and a scary someone. His head dipped low, and he fussed with his hood. Maybe this was another mutant that Aedus knew, another guy who was permitted to use his apartment when he hadn't anywhere else to go.
"I-I-I'm h-here to s-see Aedus," Chase stammered quickly. He was freaked out by the obsidian-skinned man, and it didn't help that he was in tears, either. It was surprising that he could even find the voice to speak, "I'm a f-friend of his. I'm-m... uh... my name is Chase. I-Is he a-a-avail-able?"
A shapeshifter, of all people, should have understood that appearances were not a consistent thing. And, while Chase looked just as he had the day that Aedus had met him, Aedus looked differently-- and Chase had mistaken him for someone else. He shyly looked towards the number on the door. Yeah, this was the apartment. His gaze flickered towards the statue-man hesitantly. The eight-year-old was getting antsy. He didn't have time to beg for entrance into the apartment-- it was do-or-die, fight-or-flight. Chase had nowhere else to go.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Dec 12, 2011 19:49:23 GMT -6
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>> "Rockefeller Center....hear its a good place to skate. I'll drive ya there. But....only the cool kids skate with dreadlocks, so you'd have to do that thing you do... Just no swimming this time."
Chase inclined his head at the other boy, his lips thinning pensively.
"Right now?" Chase attempted to clarify, pulling the blanket lower over his face as Hokee gave him an odd look. He didn't like how Hokee was looking at him, so he did the equivalent of what would be considered drawing the hood of a hoodie, "I don't want to go ice skating, no time soon."
Just his luck, he'd fall through the ice at Rockfeller Center, too.
>> "Nice try. All right, all right, I'll look into the driving thing for you. On one condition. You are not taking Chase anywhere until it's settled. And definitely nowhere without my permission. And stay away from the pool on the grounds. Deal?"
Chases' shoulders sagged, and he frowned. He wasn't too sure about hanging out with Hokee, but Gemma seemed really keen on it. As if it would be some sort of bonding-time. That was the only condition? Just that? Something just felt off about it, but Chase didn't really know what felt off. It just didn't feel right.
"He doesn't have to take me anywhere," Chase murmured.
