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.
As the last notes of the song died away Sam reopened his eyes, which had closed automatically as he had started to sing. The small boy had uncurled somewhat and was looking at him with eyes wide as saucers. The illusion mutant took a moment to let the silence settle in once more and then smiled at the youth. It was a small smile, just enough to pull up the corners of his mouth, he did not dare anything more mostly because people kept telling him that he smile made him look a bit stupid. He knew it was his slightly crooked front teeth that did it but still it was not something he really liked to hear.
“Feeling a bit better now?”
He asked the question in a small voice and did not move from his spot on the floor. He would let the boy come to him, if he so wished. He felt a bit like he was watching a snail come out of his shell, one tap and it would disappear back inside faster than you could blink. Besides Sam did not have any more songs up his sleeve and plan B was a very bad idea. So he waited a while before speaking again.
“How about we move away from this mess? Is your room on this floor?”
Sam stood silently in the back of the room, doing his best not to draw attention to himself; which turned out not to be such a hard thing to achieve, as everyone seemed intent on getting the best date. He had come down to the Valentine’s Day auction purely because of one person: Celeste. The blond was wearing an extravagant silver dress and looking pleased with herself as usual. He sighed; telling her where he lived really had been a big mistake, now there was no getting rid of her.
Only a few days earlier she had taken the time to redecorate the wall of his room for him, or at least he figured she had to be the one responsible. It would have to be just too much of a coincidence that some other blond girl should have been seen headed towards his room on the only day she was present in the school. So today he had come to make sure that she did not cause trouble and he figured that he might confront her about her little act of vandalism while he was at it, but for now he was content just to watch.
Now that she had finished showing off, she looked lost. He couldn’t help the small smile that came to his lips; somehow it amused him to see her feel so uncomfortable. After all she had elected to come here of her own free will, now she must live with this decision. He did however feel responsible for her and he wondered if this was what it was like having siblings.
The little boy shot him one panicked glance before returning to his fetal position. Sam frowned, what exactly had happened to this kid? It was clear enough that he had been here when the explosion went off but it was impossible to tell if he had caused it or just been an innocent victim. One thing however that was becoming clearer by the second was that the boy did not want Sam’s help. It was as if Sam was as scary as whatever had caused the accident.
The teen sat back on his heels and took a minute to consider the situation from all angles. He studied the hole in the wall and decided that the damage was superficial and of no real concern right this minute. Right so that really just left the boy. He looked at the small shape in front of him and noticed that it was trying to press itself even further into the wall. There was very little of the boy’s skin exposed, which judging by the slightly singed aspect of the boys shirt was probably a good thing, but Sam thought he could see the tell tale red of blood on the boys cheek.
There was also another thing that the illusion mutant had started to notice as he sat across from the youth and that was the slightly upsetting smell of urine. Sam had never been too good with children and the idea that this boy had wet himself made him grown. However he was the adult of the situation and he couldn’t just leave the kid here in this state. That thought brought back memories of Noel and how she had accused him of not being a human being. Well he wished she could see him now, he would prove her wrong.
There was however still one major obstacle to be overcome and that was the fact that whatever he tried to do, the child just seemed more distressed. And a normal, compassionate person did not just manhandle a small scared kid. So he had 2 options open to him, firstly: find some way to get the child to trust him the way he was, secondly: use his power to look like someone the kid loved and get him to move that way. He sighed again; using his powers in this kind of situation was probably the only thing they would be useful for but he could already hear Granny scolding him if he tried it.
So gaining trust through normal means it was… but how exactly? He did not think that saying “hi I’m Sam, I’m nice I promise” would work. He sat a while longer in silence. There was only one more weapon left in his arsenal and it was something he usually kept to himself. Well it was either that or spending the rest of the night sat next to a silent, urine soaked child. The decision was still not an easy one but finally he fished around in his jacket pocket and produced his ipod and earphones. He selected the instrumental piece he needed and gently moved closer to the child. He carefully placed one of the ear pieces in the boy’s ear and the other in his.
As he pressed play the sound of a guitar started and he let the first few notes drift over him. He had recorded this in London before his mother had decided to send him away and over the last few days he had added lyrics. Readying himself he began to sing. The words were in Korean as he felt more confident that way, not many people spoke it here and it meant that he could express his feelings without anyone knowing what they were. He just hoped that the feeling of the song would be enough to break the boy out of his sulk.
Sam looked at his watch it read: twenty past ten; that was good because it meant that he had at least an hour and a half to himself to relax and surf the internet. He was making his way back from the kitchen where for about the first time he had managed to cook himself an almost completely edible meal. So all in all things were good and he decided that maybe if he continued to manage to no burn anything for a couple of weeks he might actually try and come down to the kitchen at a reasonable meal time, instead of nine thirty.
The teen had finally started to feel comfortable in his new surroundings; he knew his way around the place and had started a few test classes to make sure that he actually liked the subjects he had picked. So far everything seemed ok and he had even somehow managed to survive his first mutation control class, although he had to admit that it had been more than a little strange. But as any teenager will know when you have a date with the latest episode of your favorite series, it takes precedence over any mooning over actual important things.
So as it turned out Sam was wondering what could possibly happen to his favorite character in the Korean soap he was watching, when a sound like a gunshot when off. To say that the illusion mutant had a heart attack seemed a bit like an understatement, it felt more as if his heart had just stopped. But as his eyes focused on the dust slowly falling to the floor just a bit ahead of him, round the next bend, the fear of what he might find there kick started it right up again.
The first thing that went through his head was: what the hell just happened? Then he remembered where he was and the number of possible answers that he could come up with tripled. Whatever it was his survival instinct told him that it was probably best left alone but then again what if someone had been hurt? Fear and disgust at his own coward attitude warred within him. The famous line “to be or not to be” popped into his head but for this occasion it was more along the lines of “to go or not to go”.
With a sigh he decided to pull together what little courage he had and make his way towards the problem area. He walked slowly as if something or someone might leap out and grab him at any moment; which was after all one of the possibilities. As he got to the bend in the corridor he slowly looked round it and saw what had caused all the dust. There was a large hole in the plaster board of one of the walls, bits of it were scattered across the floor. He continued his scan of the scene and after deciding that there was nothing suspicious he stepped out into the small wreckage and almost trod on a whimpering ball that he had failed to notice.
It was probably because the small boy, for he could now tell that it was a small boy, was covered in white plaster board dust and was trying very hard to become part of the wall. On instinct Sam reached out his hand towards the boy but then thought better of it. He was not sure that the youth had heard him arrive and he did not want to scare him further. So instead he took a small step back and crouched down to be about eye level with the ball. A took a small breath and prepared him calmest most reassuring voice.
That fierce anger was still in her eyes and Sam felt wretched, which was why he offered no resistance when she continued to drag him bodily through the station. Passers by were staring at them with undisguised curiosity, which was also not altogether surprising as Noel was wearing a sword while manhandling him. He couldn’t help but wonder how his day had ended up like this; all he had been doing was heading out for some grocery shopping.
Noel dragged him out the station and out into the street. The place meant nothing to him and he had not even paid much attention to the name of the station they had just left. Great now he was going to end up lost as well for he would not put it past Noel to just up and leave him in disgust. That lit a small spark of rebellion in him, he decided to try and pay more attention to their surroundings so that he did not need to depend on her to get home.
It turned out that their destination was only a few minutes away from the station entrance. Sam had not known what he had been expecting Noel to show him but this was not it. She had brought him to a soup kitchen that helped the poor and the homeless. He had been in places like this before, as part of his attempt to be the perfect son and he had to admit that there was nothing to help cure you’re self pity that helping those in need.
"Your way of thinking is absolutely disgusting. I think you could benefit from a little altruism."
He did not answer her; he just took the time to look around. The place was clean and everything was well put away in an easy to reach place. The cooking areas were free of clutter which meant that the man now regarding them with interest managed this place well.
"Hi! Short staffed today! Are you here to help?"
Noel was staring at him again, the kind of look that said “if you back out of this I really will use this sword on you”, so he decided to go along, not that he would have turned the man down anyway. Composing his features as he was so used to doing he smiled back at the man and smoothed down his rumpled shirt.
“Sure where do we start?”
Sam had pulled on his counterfeit personality and Noel would either notice or chastise him again or she would decide to believe that she had bullied him into being a better person. Either way this kind of work had not cured him of his rubbish personality before and he doubted it would help now. But in the end helping the homeless was a much better occupation than buying socks for his step dad.
As Sam listened to Darren explain his hopes sank. I really was a help yourself to anything type of kitchen, regrettably the anything then had to be transformed into a dish that you could eat. He took a minute to go over the few things he had been led to cook in his nineteen years of life: spaghetti, hamburgers, roasted marshmallows and potatoes. Well that was not going to get him far, so he silently made a note to find some easy recipes on the internet and practice them when no one else was around.
He then made sure he memorized exactly where the snack cupboard was, that could save him in case of severe cooking failure. Looking around the room, Sam had to admit that the kitchen was a good size and he wondered how busy it got at meal times. Well he was sure to find out soon enough and he would adapt his eating habits so as to avoid peak times. Meanwhile Darren had made his way across to the fridge and opened it for him. The inside looked like a bomb had gone off inside, there was food everywhere you looked and as students had helped themselves it was all just stuffed in wherever it would fit.
Sam suppressed a grown; it looked like it was going to be a challenge to even find the right ingredients in this mess. It was then that he realized that he was once again being rude to Darren who had just kindly offered to cook for him. Slapping himself out of his self pity he put a wan smile back on his face and decided to accept the elastic mutant’s kind offer.
“That would really nice, if you don’t mind. I have to admit that I am “cooking challenged” and all that food is a bit daunting.”
He wondered across the room and took a seat out of the way but made sure he could still see what Darren was doing. If he was going to have to learn how to cook he better start watching others in order to pick up some tricks. It was at times like this when he resented the whole Korean “women are the cooks in the household” thing. Because of that he had never been allowed into the kitchen when his mum was cooking and now he was going to pay for that by giving himself food poisoning if he wasn’t careful.
“So how come you know how to cook?”
His curiosity had gotten the better of him even though he knew that in the modern world most men knew how to cook now. It was not Darren that was special for knowing how; it was him that was old fashioned for being this ignorant.
Sam walked slowly through the corridors, smiling slightly. Today had been a good day, he had managed to get a lot of studying done and he was finding his course work interesting. Which was, for the illusion creating mutant, proof that he had picked the right university degree and through that a future career that he could find fulfilling. Add to that the fact that he had just managed to cook himself an edible meal and everything was going well today. In fact he was in such a good mood that he allowed himself to think back on the only small thing that could have ruined everything: the paintball match.
He couldn’t help but wonder who had won and what kind of speech princess Celeste had given when declaring the winner. In his mind’s eye, she was all high and mighty and the teens she would be congratulating would be covered in paint and not paying her a blind bit of attention. The whole image made him smile; it was not that he liked seeing her being humiliated; it was just that he felt that she needed to be presented with reality a little more often. It was not good to live believing that just because you come from a rich family you can do anything; especially not around mutants.
He had to admit that he had been worried that the “all mutations allowed” game would end badly, with someone scorched or mangled by mistake. But the other students he had passed on his way from the library to the kitchen had been talking quietly and showed no signs of anything shocking having happened, so he presumed that everything had ended sensibly. With that in mind, he stifled a yawn and finally turned down the corridor that led to his room.
He pushed open the door and made his way into the darkness. As he closed the door behind him, he did not bother to turn on the lights, the curtains were open and the light from the street allowed him not to bump into anything. He walked over to the desk and turned on the side light there and moved the mouse on his laptop to bring it out of sleep mode. Once this was done he walked over to close the curtains, taking a minute to look outside and feel grateful that he had a nice warm room to come back to. For a second his mind went back to all those poor homeless people he had met with Noel at the soup kitchen and he felt a pang of remorse for being so well off. Life wasn’t fair.
Making his way back to the computer he went through his usual evening ritual of surfing his favorite sites on the internet, while listening to a playlist made up almost entirely of Kpop in the background. He liked listened to Korean pop, it allowed him to keep practicing the language; even though he was bitterly away that his Korean was now pretty awful. So to try and keep it up he sang along quietly so as not to annoy the people who had rooms on either side of his.
When he finally looked at the clock again it was 23:30 and if he wanted to be up any time before 10 am he was going to have to get to bed around now. So he turned to make his way across to the bed where is pajamas were carefully folded under the pillow. It was then that something caught his attention in the half light. A kind of shape on the wall but it was kind of hard to see for his shadow obscuring it. In order to see it better he went and turned on the main light. As the light from the central bulb illuminated the fresco that now adorned the top of his bed Sam frowned. It was a large yellowy gold crown and there was no artist’s signature. He couldn’t help but wonder who would do this kind of thing and why. I could always be that the school had simply decided that they were going to decorate. But there was something about that made him wonder… After a few more minutes reflection he decided that he would achieve nothing just staring and that he could ask around for clues in the morning.
If Sam had not been so busy studying the floor of the train, trying desperately not to look at Noel, he might have been a bit more prepared for things to come. As it turned out, he was not. So when the young woman let loose the anger that had been building inside her, it hit him full force.
"I'm going to strangle you. And you won't mind 'cause you've given up trying to be a person!"
She was not shouting at him but there was an edge to her voice that made him keep his mouth shut. This was one moment when anything you said would most definitely be held against you. He risked a glance in her direction and found her sitting back in her seat with her arms crossed, the tension in her body was clear to read. He lowered his eyes again. Sam wished that her anger at his way of life, would spark some kind of anger in him but it didn’t, he just felt more miserable.
But as it turns out misery is not something you get to drown in when you are in Noel’s company. Because before he knew it Sam was being towed unceremoniously by the front of his shirt off the train. He did not resist and he reckoned that the other passengers must think them mad. That though however was short lived as Noel had not finished her assault.
"That's not living, Sam. You're going to have to learn to buck up."
To buck up? Even in the middle of this so called “fight”, the oh so American expression made him smile. It was the kind of nervous smile that threatened to turn into hysterical laughter if left unchecked. So he forced some composure onto his face and finally found the courage to look into her eyes.
“Ok, it’s not living. But tell me what am I supposed to be living for in the first place? I have no real friends, no girlfriend. My mother is shipping me off half way around the world so she won’t have to deal with me anymore, so tell me what is left.”
He knew that it was not right to take out his bitterness on her, but she had hit a nerve and now he couldn’t stop.
Sam studied his new teacher and wondered why on earth she had been given this job. Maybe she had been the teacher for this class for so many years that no one had had the nerve to tell her that she should retire. Still she seemed nice enough and he felt a bit relieved. He was further comforted in the fact that she knew what she was doing when she let him see a demonstration of her own powers. She held her walking stick in place without using physical contact, which seemed really cool to Sam. Well to be honest most powers, other than his own, seemed cool to Sam right now.
A sound made Sam turn and he noted another student entering the room. A young boy, everyone seemed younger than him here, with a mop of blondish hair who seemed to be really eager to be here. Sam’s feeling was confirmed as the youth declared his readiness, he the illusion mutant really wished that he felt even half the confidence his new comrade appeared to have. But he did not get the time to ponder his lack of confidence because the little old lady that was their teacher started off the class.
Sam was a good student so he stood and listened patiently to all that she had to say. Behind the façade he put on though, a knot was slowly forming in his stomach. It turned out that the nice little old lady was in fact some kind of warrior granny, and it seemed that she was expecting them to turn into obedient little soldiers. By this time Sam was pretty sure that he should have stayed in bed this morning.
The fear that he was feeling came from the fact that he did not have a physical power but a mentally controlled one; which meant that he would probably not be undergoing hard physical tasks but would probably be put under pressure mentally. And he knew that mental strength was not his strong point. So as Ms Stephens finished her speech, he had no questions only a glum rather resigned look on his face.
Sam kept tabs on the game of paintball as he made his way through the school. It was an easy enough thing to do as large windows ran the long of the corridor bordering the grounds. The game seemed to have started and to say it was a mess would be an understatement. Young mutants were running rampant all over the place having a great time using their powers to try and gain a strategic advantage over the opposing team.
Sam had picked up one of the flyers that had been advertising the event on the way and now looking at the company name, it seemed obvious that Celeste was the one behind this event. He felt foolish for not having realized it earlier, but then again how was he supposed to predict that she would do something this stupid? The silly girl was meddling with things she did not understand. He was at least relieved that she was doing it here, for the academy was probably the best place to handle any “powers mishaps”.
Even though he knew that he should be hurrying, he just could not convince his feet to move any faster. It was chaos out there and he had no wish to have any part in it, he was only doing this to knock some sense into Celeste. All he had to do was make sure that he did not get shot by overzealous body guards. As he thought about all the things that could go wrong his steps slowed even further. Why did he feel responsible for her? Surely someone in the school’s administration must have approved this? So why were they not dealing with it?
So many useless questions filled his head, serving only to make him feel more miserable. He sighed and pushed them aside. He was committed now, there was no turning back. Reaching the top of the stairs that lead down into the entrance hall he paused to survey the scene bellow. It seemed that a group of people including some of the equipment handlers for the event had taken up residence just inside the doors. As his gaze swept the crowd he spotted, a now all too familiar, head of blond hair.
Relief swept over him; Celeste had come inside and set herself apart from the game. Therefore she could not cause any diplomatic incidents anymore. He smiled a kind of a giddy smile; he was not needed here after all. The game was now out of her control and she would just have to wait patiently till it ended, and then she could say whatever she wanted no one would care anymore. He gazed at her a few seconds longer before turning to make his way to the library.
(OCC: OK writing myself out here, don’t wait for anymore posts from me)
As Sam tore his attention away from the “oh so captivating” smell of food, he thought about the powers Darren had just described to him. Ok so first of all: gargoyle girl. Turning to stone sounded ok but he couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be to move around like that. What if you suddenly weighed half a tone and had the same strength as a normal human. He smiled slightly; you really would be a gargoyle, stuck in one place unable to move your own weight. The image in his head was amusing but he sincerely hoped that this girl’s mutation allowed her to get around that rather large issue.
Then came through mirrors, in Sam’s mind this was already more interesting. Although it all depended if you could walk into one mirror and come out another or if you were stuck in the one you had picked. Still however you looked at it there was sneaking potential there. Ok, so mirrors he liked. And of course if you stopped to consider Darren’s power it could have all kinds of uses; however they were not all that obvious at first sight. Sam wondered what would happen if Darren shut his fingers in a door or something, would they just stretch flat and be unscathed. It was an interesting idea.
Looking across at Darren, Sam realized that he must be making him uncomfortable with this long silence. He already felt a bit bad because something he had said earlier had obviously unnerved the other boy slightly and caused a slight stutter to appear. Somewhat selfishly Sam thanked his lucky star that he did not have that kind of problem. People said he had a nice, soothing voice and he was glad of it, people always seemed nicer when you had that kind of voice.
“What is that smell? Is someone baking or something? Oh, sorry I’m being a bit rude, it’s the hunger speaking, please just ignore me when I'm like this.”
But he was a bit curious about something rather more important than whether or not someone was baking. What he wanted to know was if there was some kind of cafeteria or if he was going to have to cook for himself; which let’s face it would be a bit of a major problem for him.
“Tell me, how does food work in this school? Do we have a cafeteria or do we have to buy stuff in and cook?”
He tried to keep the rising dismay out of his voice, but truly the idea of cooking was really a depressing one.
Today was his first class in the academy, he had only been here a week and still did not have a fixed schedule. That might have a lot to do with the fact that he had only just turned in his request for a university major. He knew that this place dealt mostly with high school students so he might still have to wait a while before they got things sorted for him, but that was ok he was enjoying being able to get to know the school without the pressure of lessons. Today’s class however he had signed up for specifically. It was entitled “mutation control” and to be honest this class was the real reason Sam was here.
He had signed up on the board and written down the time and location of the class: 3 o’clock, the danger room. Sam had had to enquire politely as to what and where was the danger room? People had told him where to find it and only that it was the room used specifically for this class but not much else. However Sam did not really think that “the danger room” could be anything good. Why had they not just called it the “training room” if that was all it was? The whole danger aspect of it was making him nervous. That and the fact that he was feeling a bit sick at the idea of having to show his power to others. He made his way down corridors he had never visited before, but his sense of direction was good so he did not get lost. He did however hesitate as he reached his destination. The door to the danger room looked like it had been built to withstand a nuclear bomb; the thickness of it was in no way reassuring, mostly because Sam was not sure if it was designed to keep things out or in. Taking a deep breath to steady himself he stepped into the danger room.
And there he saw: a little old lady. Ok this was either a rather desperate joke or a bad dream. Why on earth would a granny be in the danger room? What was he even doing here? Honestly why had he even bothered getting out of bed this morning? This had been a bad idea. But faced with the reality of the situation, all he could do was ask stupidly:
The school was buzzing today and Sam knew why, he was however trying his best to avoid the whole situation. Paintball, as far as he was concerned it did not class as an enjoyable sport and if you believed anyone who had ever played it, it hurt like hell. So he had glanced at the notice boards for no more than a brief second before dismissing the whole thing as a waste of time. Therefore he had gone about his morning activities trying hard to ignore all of the excited students that pushed past him, but as people started to crowd the windows and whisper about how it was starting, curiosity won over.
He made his way across to the window that gave the best view of the grounds outside and looked out. The scenery had definitely changed, the trees were all wearing a protective coating and some of the lower more exposed windows on the ground floor had been boarded up. Well at least they were doing things properly, the school suffered enough accidental damage from its mutant residents; it did not need any more broken windows. Slowly his gaze turned to the group of students, there were quite a few of them gathered already, mostly boys but that was no real surprise. But there was a girl right in the center of the group… a girl with long flowing blond hair.
A chill ran up his spine, some kind of awful premonition of things to come. His gaze went from the girl to the road bordering the school and the large black limousine parked there and back again. As the pieces fell into place, his stomach sank. He should have known that letting her take him home was a bad idea. She was the most unstable person he had ever met and she was rich to boot. As far as Sam was concerned that was a deadly combination. What was she doing here anyway? He prayed silently for a moment that she had not decided to enroll here, although to do that she would have to be a mutant and she had shown no signs of that when they met.
Just as he was deciding to just ignore the whole situation, he watched in horror as one of the younger more eager students fired his paintball gun straight at her. He held his breath… this was going to be bad. Thankfully her body guards were well trained, although the guns they now pulled of the students were not the paintball kind. God, that horrible brat was going to start a war here. Did she have any idea what could happen if you threaten a school full of supercharged mutants? No she was probably clueless.
With a sigh he decided that if he wanted to avoid a massive diplomatic incident he was going to have to step in and try and “manage” the Celeste situation. Resigned to his fate he turned and made his way down towards the entrance hall.
“Does this mean I’m not seeing the ‘real’ you, right now?”
The idea made Sam smile; it would be really nice to be able to put on any face you liked. To be able to create the perfect you and project that image to the world. But sadly that was not to be and Sam was somehow relieved. He did not believe he could have coped with the mental strain that kind of power would cause, there would be too much temptation to just become someone else altogether. And even though being him was not that great, it was hard enough already.
“No I’m me, don’t worry. If I had activated my power you would have seen someone you already know, and as far as I know we have never met before so you’re safe.”
He smiled a little at the comment, how many other people would go around looking at his strangely wondering if he was really “him”? A few probably. He would dearly love to know what kind of face they imagined for him though. Shaking his head slightly at the idea he moved the subject on a little.
“So what’s the coolest mutation you’ve run into so far?”
He knew that it was all a question of perspective. What Darren found cool might sound really dull or weird to him but he was curious. Besides it might help him not look so shocked when other students told him that they could lift buildings and other such things. He was trying to imagine what he thought was the coolest, when the distinctive smell of food came his way. His stomach growled in protest once more and he winced a bit at the sound. Thank god they were almost there.
