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.
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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.
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>> "Thank you."
Well, the young girl was polite. He handed back her fallen cellphone and they graciously took it back with her petite fingers. She was young, probably in her lower teens or something, but she had this aura of grace about her that nearly made him feel as if he were looking at something extremely important. Maybe it was just the grogginess from just waking up or simply that he was still in awe over the luminesce that seemed to surround this young girl. What was she doing in his shop, anyways? She didn’t seem like his normal type of clientele. She looked far too…refined…
But as he mused as to her reason for being here, a look flashed across her face that immediately made him pause. The nearest thing to the look she was giving him, that he could think of, was of his mother’s old cat, Queenie. Damn things thought it was the lord of all creation and always seemed to look down upon him whenever he entered the room.
Oddly he was kind of getting the same look now from the young lady. Huh. He wondered why he was getting that kind of vibe from h--
>> "I have all your attention now, right?"
He blinked. Ahhh, there it was. He mindlessly nodded his head that he did hear her, but his thoughts were actually jam packed with trying to figure out what kind of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde nonsense was going on here. Suddenly she seemed to be a very commanding presence, the type of which that Akshay tended to keep himself faaaaaaaaar away from.
>> "I want that word…And an army."
He arched a brow. She was a demanding little thing, wasn’t she? For as pretty and sweet as she seemed, she certainly had a demanding attitude about her. For a second he felt like maybe he was on her staff or something. He wondered if she always spoke like this to strangers? Masking demands under a sweet tone.
Looking at her, her sweet features, her stern attitude…and he could only laugh. He snorted in amusement as he shook his head. Kneeling down her plucked up the word “LOVE” from the ground and handed it off to her. Shaking his head he turned back to his counter the second she took the word from him.
“Go ahead and take it, sweetheart. See if it’s still there after twenty-four hours,” he beamed. “As for your army…” he reached underneath his counter and produced a small bag of plastic green men. Soldiers posed in a variety of positions, carrying guns, rifles, radios, mine-sweepers, bazookas, etc., but all looking ready for war. “I can sell you these,” he said with a goofy grin.
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Totally. Not. Cool.
Akshay could scarcely understand what had happened. A second ago he was standing in line, waiting for his turn at the counter. He was only here to deposit the comic shop’s money for the week and then he was going to head out for an evening full of comic-themed fun! Cosplaying, discussions, card games, drinking, it was going to be a blast.
But, as usually, all good plans fell to ruins! Akshay had nearly jumped out of his skin when the first of the gunmen had opened fire into the ceiling of the building. He had never been that close to a gun before (unless you count sitting in the front row of the movie premiere of “The Disciplinarian” , but he didn’t count that), and damned if that thing was not loud! At first Akshay figured that it was just a loud, startling sound, but the wordsmith soon realized the gravity of the situation.
He jumped as he had turned and spied that there was indeed a small group of men in the building, each of which was brandishing a rather dangerous looking gun. Masks over their faces, he could not see a single detail of their except for a glance of skin color around the eyes.
“EVERYONE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!” one of the men demanded.
Akshay squeaked as he did so, not realizing that he was still holding onto the pack of money from the comic shop. Terrified he watched as the men all scattered and began to brandish, threateningly, their weapons into the face of all the terrified people. One by one they forced each person into the very center of the room and down onto the ground. Akshay gulped in fear. This was obviously his first hold up.
When the gunman had finally arrived at him, he paused as he tilted his head to taken in Akshay’s appearance. After bout a second, the wordsmith could see the grin on the man’s face as he chuckled rather heartily. Akshay could not help but feel just slightly hurt by that.
“Haha, what a loser,” the man scoffed as he roughly grabbed Akshay by the shoulder and hurled him towards the gathered group. “Get on the floor you tights-wearing-pansy.”
Akshay stumbled but he did managed to land with the rest of the group on the ground. Family members hugged, strangers looked at one another for hope. Akshay, well, Akshay could only sit there, terrified as he watched the men begin to raid the rest of the bank.
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Akshay truly didn’t know what to make of the situation. He was still waking up from his impromptu nap, his mind was groggy, he had apparently been forming words in his sleep, and now there was a young girl standing in his comic shop, her cell phone on the ground, and a look of guilt across her face. Truly, he had no idea what was going on. Apparently his TV show marathon was biting him in the butt and he had drifted off to sleep. God, what trouble he would be in if someone had just decided to waltz in and steal the register money.
He hoped that was not was the girl was here for. Nah, with as sweet a face as she possessed, he doubted she could be very much trouble.
>> "My name is Celeste."
Did she…really just curtsy? Huh, the young wordsmith really was at a loss now. He doubted in the entirety of his life that any female, young to old, had ever curtsied for him. It was something that he had never thought that anyone actually did anymore. But, slowly he stopped marveling over the simply act and, awkward, gave a little bow in return.
It was then, though, that he noticed he really did not have his full focus on controlling his powers right now. He watched as, from her lips, the small word “NAME” fluttered up and into the air above her head. Line in black, but sparkling in gold, had to admit that it was probably one of the prettier words he had ever seen anyone speak before. Though she could not see it, even if she tried (and it would vanish shortly), it still had to be one of the more pretty times he had ever seen someone speak.
“Ugh…it’s…nice to meet you, Celeste,” Akshay replied with as much control as he could. He really couldn’t afford for any more words to appear. “Um…I’m sorry about that, you know, being asleep and all.” He walked around the counter to stand before her. “Did you need help with something?” he asked as he knelt down, picked up her silent cell phone and handed it over to her.
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Akshay was sleeping soundly. To be honest he probably would have continued to sleep on, happily unaware of anything that was going on in the little world of his comic store. Such was the deepness of his sleep, of his need for rest, of the happy dreams that swirled about his head, that Akshay simply could not be bothered with the idea of waking up. Though he was slouched over his counter, more than likely looking like an utter fool, in the comfort of sleep…he simply didn’t care.
Sleep was the only and most important thing right now; sleep filled with fantastic dreams.
In the swirling colors and images that accompanied his slumber, Akshay himself was the hero of his favorite TV show “The Greatest American Hero”! Donning the suit, cape, and all the powers, Akshay fought evil and saved the world! All the while, making Emerald (his own, personal, Pam Davidson) swoon over his heroic deeds. Though this was far from how the real world worked, in the land of dreams there was no logic. Though being a hero was not exactly in Akshay’s character, in his dreams he could be absolutely anything he wanted.
“Mmm…Emerald…my love…”
That was why, standing over the unconscious bodies of his villains, Akshay smirked as he arched a brow. Arms grabbed Emerald tightly and pulled her close for a deep and powerful kiss. But…just as their lips were about to brush—
Beethoven’s 8th Symphony tore through the protective membrane that surrounded his mind as his slept. Before he knew it, that was all he could hear around him and his hold on the perfect dream fizzled and flickered until it was replaced with that endless blackness that constituted sleep. It was then that he felt the hardness of the counter, the ache in his back, and the growing pool of saliva that smeared between his lips, cheek, and the cold surface.
One eye then fluttered open and it was quickly followed by the other. The villainous rays of light that pierced directly to his brain were painful. The grogginess in his head was all encompassing and wracked him with such confusion that for a few seconds, he really didn’t even know his own name. But as consciousness because to flood into his mind he peered towards the source of whatever that music was…and saw an angel.
At least he figured it was an angel. The impeccable clothing, the golden colored hair, the wide eyes, she was like a holy vision. But the grogginess slowly began to lift and Akshay tilted his head and narrowed his weary eyes at her.
“Hello…” he started to say.
Then he noticed out of the corner of his eye, the world “EMERALD” and “LOVE” in two different states of completion. The word “LOVE” had already formed, teetered for a second in mid-air before falling to the carpet. “EMERALD” neared completion so Akshay was quick to wave his hands through the cloud of forming letters and quickly dispersed it.
Sheepishly he grinned as he turned back to the young girl and wondered…exactly how much of that did she see…
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Looooong Night. That was the only way for Akshay to describe it. Normally the young wordsmith loved to get in his twenty winks, especially on a night before work, but how was he expected to sleep with the greatest of all TV shows was going to have a marathon on TV Land? So, Akshay had turned off his phone, turned off his alarm, popped himself some popcorn and readied himself for a long night of watching his absolute favorite show ever…The Greatest American Hero! What was NOT to love about the show? Average man is given a superhero suit by aliens that gives him powers, but doesn’t know how to use it so he ends up having all sorts of misadventures! It was like Shakespeare…
So…yeah, DUH, there was no way that he was going to sleep. The unfortunate thing with this plan was that he was scheduled to work the early shift at One Comic to Rule Them All. Normally that would mean that Akshay would have had to have chosen between work and the greatest TV show ever. But…Akshay Malik was not like normal people.
That was why, as he unlocked the door to the shop, Akshay beamed as he carried a two rather large cups of steaming, black coffee! Just a couple should keep him awake, right? That was all he needed. After all, he was still living off the high of watching his favorite television show. That, mixed with coffee, ought to keep him going for the rest of the work day!
He downed one black coffee and was already moving onto his second one when he finished organizing everything to get the day started. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, the energetic Akshay the on the store’s “OPEN” sign and nodded with a grin. He was totally going to make it through the day!
***
2 Hours Later…
Akshay was slumped over his counter, snoring loudly as drool pooled over the counter and very carefully began to drip down to the carpeted floor. No customers had come in, yet, and whatever burst of energy Akshay had received from the coffee, it was well gone now. Instead of being alert and mindful while working, as he normally was, the wordsmith was dulled and sleeping soundly. Absolutely nothing was going to wake the man up, which was rather unfortunate. Especially since he was on duty.
But, such thoughts did not matter to him. All that mattered was the encasing blackness that made up the fog of sleep. Here, there were no cares, no understandings, no fears about being fired or of someone walking off with all the money. There was only…sleep.
This carelessness also meant that Akshay was completely without control over his powers. It was a normal problem he had to deal with when he was sleeping, but having to deal with it while sleeping at home was far different than doing it at work. Here, if Akshay had been conscious, he would have been mortified. But such was the deepness of his slumber.
He grumbled as he entered a particularly vivid dream in which he wore the red and black outfit of the Greatest American Hero! He flew through the air erratically, accidently flipped over cars with super strength, and deflected rain. Though it was obvious that it was a dream, it was still vivid enough that he spoke in his sleep…
“Mmm…s-super suit…flying…so strong…” he mumbled. “I’ll save you! I…I’m a…SUPERHERO! Zzzzzz….”
Above his head, the air rippled as the words “SUIT” and “SUPERHERO” began to formulate. They solidified, made from his psychic energies at the beckoning of his very voice. Before long, the smaller word “SUIT” was formed, black lined and shimmered with an iridescent lettering, before it fell and landed helpless on the carpet. The second word still floated and was nearly done solidifying. Akshay was none the wiser…
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New York National Bank
The bank was quiet. That’s because it was a quiet day. People roamed in and out of the confines of the beautiful building, either carrying out transactions, or depositing money safely into their accounts. Nobody looked too suspicious, or too subtle, it was just another average day for average people. After all, banks were rather boring weren’t they? Nothing exciting every really happens in them. The majority of robberies and heists take place in smaller cities, in smaller banks, in smaller towns that nobody heard of in the backwoods of country…right? Besides, this was not the movies and it was the modern age. Nothing exciting happened.
On this day, this particularly average day, Akshay Malik strolled into the bank, carrying a small, black, zipped up pouch that looked pretty laden with something. It was a mystery what could be inside, but Akshay knew, it was money, and a lot of it. It was the week’s deposits from “One Comic to Rule Them All” and Akshay was at the bank to secure it. It would have been a perfectly average day for him, and for the bank…if it were not for the fact that Akshay LOVED to cosplay.
There was a convention in town. A smaller one, once dedicated to BC Comics and he, of course, had to attend. He had been looking forward to it for weeks, but there was an unfortunate coincidence that it fell on deposit day. The wordsmith knew he would have never had time to drop off at the bank AND change AND make it to the convention! So, he did what any other red-blooded, comic book loving fan, would do…he dressed up at work.
Now, Akshay had been known for wearing some pretty convincing costumes…and today was only going to further prove that point. Strolling in through the front doors, the man came to a stop as he looked too and fro. He was dressed in black tights from head to toe but with blue accents around his chest and forearms. Across his face he wore a thick mask of the same shade of blue and a symbol upon his chest. Around the eyes and on the ring of his finger, blue LED lights glowed and gave off the appearance of energy crackling from his person.
Yes…Akshay Malik was dressed as his absolute and favorite hero…The Blue Torch! He smirked as he stood in the middle of the bank and smiled at the kindly, old security guard that knew him from his costume-dressed antics from before.
“How you doing, fine citizen?” Akshay asked in his deep and heroic voice.
The guard just laughed and shook his head. “Kid, you’re just too much. Go on, now.”
Akshay grinned and saluted as he bravely walked to the long line of the bank. He sighed because he really wanted to get going but it was unfortunately that he needed to make his deposit. Humming to himself, he idly tapped his fingers on the black bag and blinked when he caught a young woman off to the side staring at him.
He grinned as he posed.
“Evening young miss!” he bellowed heartily.
She rolled her eyes. “Fix your crotch, you joker,” she huffed and walked away.
Eyebrow arched, Akshay glanced down. “Oh! Excuse me,” he giggled as he adusted himself and returned to waiting in line. Curse the man who invented long lines! Curse his soul!!! But such was his mental ranting, that Akshay did not see the first of the suspicious men strolling into the bank, nor any of the ones that followed, each carrying masks and weapons...
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Akshay had been nervous because he was no sure how he should really go about and ask for her number. Despite the fact that they obviously had a great time out, he still had a little nagging fear that maybe he was just plain wrong and that Emerald would not want to see him again. That was probably just his self-consciousness talking again, but it was a hard voice to ignore. Akshay had to struggle hard to get through to himself that sometimes things COULD go right for him.
Maybe that was why he beat around the bush with wanting to say goodnight. The evening had gone so perfectly, but if she never wanted to see him again then he wanted to hold onto this memory forever. After all, his friends, no doubt, will probably never believe him that he went out with a bombshell like Emerald.
But as the young wordsmith had waited for Emerald to speak, in order to gauge her reaction to this evening, he was suddenly silenced.
The young redhead leaned over, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his. For a second, all Akshay saw was blackness and felt nothing but complete and utter shock race throughout his system. For a few seconds there, Akshay had really no idea what was happening. But once he figured it out, he could do the only natural thing…he had to kiss her back. Hands on her waist, he returned the gentle kisses and felt the rest of the world absolutely melt away. By the time it was, regretfully, over, he blinked a couple times in a daze as he smirked a little dreamily at Emerald.
>> “Thanks for being one of the best dates I have ever had Akshay, call me alright?” [/color]
The tone of her voice said it, all. Call her. He could too but how was he—he squeaked a little when he felt her hand slip into his back pocket to deposit the contact card. He nervously chuckled and nodded. Quickly he fished into his pocket for the card as he watched Emerald climb onto her bike, replace her helmet, and ride off into the night. He waved as she went and glanced at the card…
“Wooow…” he said in shock. It ACTUALLY had her phone number on it! WITH all the numbers!! Akshay, needless to say, was ecstatic. Grinning from ear to ear the rest of the night the young wordsmith ran off to finish closing shop and then head home for the night. The sooner her got to bed, the sooner he woke up, and the sooner he could convince himself that this whole night actually happened…
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>> "Yeah, lets go."[/color]
Akshay smirked as he pulled down the visor to his helmet and felt the young woman slide onto the bike behind him. Turning the ignition to his bike, he revved the engine and glanced back to make sure that she was secure and had her helmet on securely; after all, it would have been quite ruinous for their relationship if she suffered head trauma because she did not follow safety precautions.
Once he saw that she was ready, Aksahy revved the engine once more and rolled off into the street. The engine roared as he rode to the place that was ingrained in his mind. Everyday Akshay rode to his comic shop so it was of little wondering that he could make the trek with his eyes closed. But for the purposes of this journey, the wordsmith decided to take the slightly longer route back to the comic shop. He simply wanted to extend their time together since he feared his chances of actually getting her number and that coveted, second date.
The world around him melted away as he rode through the streets, feeling the wolf-girl’s tightening grip around him. He wanted this moment to last forever. Zipping through the streets, his stomach full of good food, his head full of good memories, and his heart full of good tidings, Akshay felt like he was on cloud nine. This certainly had to be one of the greatest nights of his life.
The minutes rolled by as Akshay soared through the streets until finally he found familiar corners and shops he could easily recall. He sighed as he glanced down the road and spied the glowing, neon sign that spelled out “One Comic to Rule Them All”. It was time for the moment of truth.
Turning to sidewalk, Akshay carefully brought his bike to a stop directly in front of Emerald’s own motorcycle. His heart was racing a little. It had been a long time since he was this nervous about something. Carefully he removed himself from his bike and pulled off his helmet which he had left sitting on the seat of his bike.
He turned around to face her with a smirk on his face.
“Um…well…here we are,” he said with a slightly nervous tinge in his voice. Reaching back he rubbed the back of his head. “Oh!” he suddenly said as he brought up his backpack and removed the long flower that he had been carrying for Emerald. He gently handed it out to her. “I…I really have a good time, Emerald. Thanks, you know, for agreeing to go out with me.”
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The food was so good that Akshay could scarcely find a reason to want to say anything to Emerald. Not that he wanted to be rude or anything, but it was almost as if there was an actual pain his body every time he stopped putting food in his mouth. Thankfully, though, it seemed as if Emerald suffered from the same condition. She munched and chewed on her meal with never a word uttered towards him the entire length of their meal. He could only inwardly smirked. He loved it when a woman had a good appetite and it was apparent that Emerald had a very, very good appetite.
The steak was devoured, bite by bite, the sides followed the same fate, as did his drink. Akshay could certainly pack away the food but he had one of those high metabolisms that ensure that none of it had ever turned into fat on his body. Sadly that also meant that Akshay could scarcely gain any muscle either. Many times his tried but he never managed to be more than just his usual, scrawny self.
Ah well, people everywhere had their crosses to bear.
Before long the food was consumed and Akshay grinned as he looked across at Emerald’s plate to see that she had completely inhaled her steak and left a good majority of her sides. She was a carnivore by nature so he was not in the least surprised.
>> “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,”[/color]
He chuckled as he too had to finally drop his fork and lean back against his own seat. He was thoroughly impressed by the amount of food she had eaten, but one look at his plate and it was obvious that he too had just as healthy an appetite.
>> “Man, that was awesome, how did you find this place Akshay? Because if you find food places like this all the time, I may have to eat out with you more…more then I’m already planning on anyways.” [/color]
“Hah, what can I say? I’m a natural, born forager” he said light-heartedly. “Nah, but seriously, the owner of this place, his son is like a complete comic nerd and I hooked him up one day with a hard to find comic so he gave me a free meal here as thanks. Ever since then, don’t go anywhere else for steaks. I’ve been spoiled,” he said with a laugh. He then smirked as he nodded to her plate. “I take it your meal was satisfactory?”
Their meal done, Akshay smiled happily across the table to his date. Their conversation had continued as they found topics to share and laugh about. All-in-all, he was enraptured by the redhead. So far the date that been an extreme success, in his opinion. The conversation was good, the food was excellent, and she had actually enjoyed the art he shared with her earlier. This evening could not have done any better.
When the check had come, Akshay won the battle again and managed to get the convince Emerald to split it down the middle. It was obvious that she was fearful of letting him pay, but the young wordsmith could be just as stubborn. Before long, she finally agreed to the check was paid for.
Everything taken care of, Akshay and Emerald returned outside to meet the chilly air of the evening. He sighed a bit happily since he knew that the night air was perfect for a bike ride. Unfortunately this one would be a little bittersweet since this meant the end of their date. It was time for him to drive her back to comic shop so she could pick up her own bike and they would part ways. Would he get her number and the possibility of a second date, he didn’t know. What he did know was that the whole way back to the comic shop, he would be thinking about that.
Standing outside the steakhouse, Akshay smirked at Emerald as he began to slip his helmet on again.
“Emerald? You ready to go back?” he asked as he slipped onto the back of his ducati and waited for her to join him.
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Akshay was still a little on cloud nine as he watched Emerald and her adorable method of being modest. Though he called her life interesting, he had no doubt that she did not put as much faith in that statement. What he would call “exiciting” or “interesting” was simply a “Tuesday” for her. It was just like any other day. Akshay could only wonder what a life like that was.
But maybe that was what was so impressive about Emerald. She took something like helping people and it was nothing to her. She did it because she wanted to, or so he gathered. She was not trying to save people for the sake of fame or fortune, it seemed like she did things like that simply for the sake of helping people.
Akshay remembered what he did the last time he had tried to help someone. He nearly ended up being beaten half to death. But that came with the territory, no? Helping people, throwing yourself into the line of danger in order to protect others, that always came with harm, right? Akshay was simply not accustomed to it. It was a lame excuse but all it took was that one experience of trying to help someone else to ruin his inclination to really do so again.
Not that he would ever stand back and watch someone get stabbed or something but he more than likely would not run into a burning building or try to stop an armed robbery all on his lonesome. Nope, Akshay feared that indeed he may have be a coward in some respects. He hoped that Emerald would not have to see that side of him…
Thankfully, before he could get too deep into his thoughts, the food had arrived. Emerald looked positively excited and Akshay had to admit that it smelled so good that he wanted to salivate. But he managed to control himself as the food was set down before them.
Emerald looked ready to rip into it, but she managed to control herself. Akshay could only grin. With food this good smelling, he would not have blamed her.
>> "This is great, great choice Akshay."[/color]
He grinned as he nodded.
“Even I have to agree with that,” he said as he picked up his knife and fork. “Well…dig in…”
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Sept 18, 2022 19:05:19 GMT -6
Jorge
Akshay grew quiet as he stared out over the water. He rarely thought about that incident, that time when he fell in love with his best friend’s girlfriend. It was a bad time for him because of the irreparable damage that he had done to his friendship. He didn’t feel bad for doing what he had done, he was honest and forthcoming…but he was too late. And therein was the problem. When it came to situations like this, it was a lot trickier than simply seizing-the-day or anything like that. You never know what damage that will cause to a well forged friendship.
But there was nothing worse than not knowing. Even if he failed, maybe Rebecca would have better luck. There was always hope.
>> "Gee, thanks. Noo all Ah can picture is her crystal blues,"[/color]
“Crystal blue? Hehe, yup…you’ve got it bad,” he said with a smirk.
Akshay chuckled as he nudged her playfully. It was really not his intention to make matters worse for the young redhead but he was only trying to help. The simple fact was that it was true advice. He had only felt that one time before and it was then that he knew he was utterly lost to the young woman. Sadly things did not go as planned, but it was a well-learned lesson that Akshay would never forget.
He hoped Rebecca could avoid such a lesson but judging by her reaction, it was obvious that she was far too gone in her affections for this friend. All he could hope for was that the two of them would fall madly in love or something. You never know.
>> "Ef only you acted less like a brother, maybe Ah coulda jist used ye fer a date."[/color]
“Haha,” he smirked and snapped his fingers. “Darn the luck.”
In all honesty he did think that Rebecca was attractive but for whatever reason he never really saw her as someone to date. Not only did he have a strict policy about not dating fellow employees, but Akshay, though an incredible flirt, never acted on those inclinations unless we really felt a spark between himself at the other person. So honestly he just didn’t feel anything like that with Rebecca. Maybe that was why he started to fall back on just being more of a brotherly/platonic friend type of person in regards to her.
He smiled warmly as he turned to look at her. He really was sympathetic to her problem and hoped that somehow it would work out.
“Listen,” he said. “I know it seems hopeless right now. Trust me, I do. But…it’ll work out the way it’s supposed to. You just got to hang in there. And hey,” he beamed proudly as he opened his arms for a hug. “No matter what, you’ll have your brother-from-another-mother in your cheering section.”
