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.
After Alex asked of Penelope and Lilith were alright, he noticed that something wasn't right. Sure, they were both scared, and why wouldn't they be? A nut case had just threatened their lives and he meant it... though the danger had passed now. Were they afraid of him then? His mutation was clear as day to them now, and most humans were afraid of mutants. He was just going to have to tell them that there wasn't any reason to fear him. As he was about to speak though, he noticed that Lilith was completely focused on Penelope and wasn't looking in the direction of the danger. Most people would so they could see when an attack was going to come and avoid it. Penelope on the other hand was looking at her hands, and Alex thought he saw tiny red dots on he hands, and cocked his left eyebrow, causing the green glow in the eye on the same side to brighten slightly. "Are you to alright?" Alex asked calmly, wondering if he could help them calm down.
Seconds later though, Alex found out why they were still so afraid. Penelope's eyes suddenly started to glow a molten yellow, and this red ooze started to come out of the pores of her skin and started to coat her body. The little girl was a mutant, and unlike any he had ever heard of. "Whoa!" Alex exclaimed when the transformation was done, amazed at the child's power. However when he noticed Lilith's reaction and that shes called the child Jezebel, he realized that this was a very bad thing. Remembering that the child said that Jezebel didn't something, Alex realized that this red being that stood before him now wasn't the child at all, and had a completely different personality.
Jezebel's next action confirmed this when she told Lilith to shut up, stated that it was heard turn, and started to crush the man's wind pipe. As much as Alex wanted this guy dead for killing one man and nearly killing himself and these two people as well, he was more then aware that the guy had to live and face justice. With his mind made up, Alex stepped forwards and grabbed Jezebel's forearms with his bare hands, and was surprised that her skin was so hot that it hurt, but the heat quickly faded when he encased her forearms and hands with his malachite. "Stop this. He is already subdued." Alex stated sternly as he looked into her molten yellow eyes with his own glowing green eyes as his malachite started to bend around her fingers in an attempt to get her to let go of the man. The malachite was almost twice as strong as cement so it wasn't going to be easy to break it. Then again, the malachite couldn't apply any more force then Alex himself could apply with his bare hands, so chances were Jezebel would be able to withstand Alex's attempt to make her let go, but the malachite manipulator didn't know this.
"I'm not sure if you're that young child that was laughing a moment ago or someone else entirely, but killing this man isn't the answer. I have more then enough evidence to get this guy life in prison with the murder I witness before hand, and the attempted murder here. I have this situation under control, so stop." Alex stated sternly, his glowing green eyes unwavering and never leaving Jezebel's eyes. Normally he would be blushing because of her being an amazon, but his mind was in full battle mode so at the moment he didn't even notice her features.
As Alex stood there blushing, his mind was a little foggy from hearing her call him cute, he thought he saw a disappointed look in Lizzy's eyes. Was she disappointed with him or with herself for making him blush? Alex couldn't tell, and for all he knew he could be misunderstanding her face expression and she could be flirting with him even more. All he wanted to do right now though was to get away from her so he could stop blushing. He didn't even know her!
At first all he could make out was that she had managed to catch his nickname through his blurred speech, but he wasn't exactly sure. It was then that Lizzy stated that she'd better go, followed by an apology, and stated that she was really bad a flirting. That makes two of us... Alex thought, but he couldn't get himself to say anything other then "S-sure..." and he blushed even more as a result. He just stood there silently with red cheeks as she turned and left.
With a relieved sigh, Alex realized that he had been holding his breath and felt a bit light headed as a result. He slowly made his way over to a bench and took a seat... or more like his fell into the bench since his knees went weak on him. With a groan, Alex let his head hang till his chin was touching his chest and he shook his head. "She thinks she's bad at flirting... I think I might be worse. At least she can bring herself to talking when she's having trouble, where I get my tongue in front of my eye teeth and I can't see what I'm saying. Ugh. A woman doesn't even need to talk to me to make me blush. All it takes is a smile and I'm a basket case..." Alex mumbled to himself, and shook his head in annoyance. This was the second time someone had flirted with him, and the second time he botched it... though the first time the woman was simply having some fun while this girl was just being honest with him.
As Lilith moved over towards Penelope in order to protect her sister, Alex was staring down the barrel of a gun... and the feeling that was moving up his spine as a result wasn't that pleasant as he raised his hands into the hold up position. Alex was more then aware that the man that was aiming the weapon at him wasn't afraid to shoot him since the last time they met, the guy fired on the malachite manipulator for asking the dealer if he could ask him a couple of questions. However, as Alex's gazed shifted from the gun to the gun wielding M-drug dealer, Alex couldn't sworn that there was a hint of fear in the man's eyes, and was starting to wonder why the guy didn't shoot him yet.
"This is a set up, isn't it?! Last time I tried to pick up a shipment from my supplier, you and that blond headed friend of yours stop me! It was luck alone that the police didn't look in the alley I was knocked out in. Now I come to pick up a shipment from the same supplier, and here you are again to stop me!" the dealer raged at Alex, and the barrel of the gun wavered a little bit. Alex slowly shook his head but kept his eyes locked on the dealer's eyes. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not working for a drug supplier at all. I bought this place to start my business. You're the one jumping the gun... pun not intended." Alex stated calmly.
The dealer cringed at the thought that Alex could've just cracked a joke enough though his live was in the dealer's hands at the moment. "Shut up! Tell me where that shipment is or I'll blow their heads off!" The dealer roared, indicating Penelope and Lilith. Alex's eyes narrowed in anger when he heard this, then flicked his thumb at the doorway that was behind the counter. "It's back there in the red pot you came here for." Alex replied coldly.
It was after Alex said this that he wanted to kick himself. What the heck am I doing? I've more tricks up my sleeves then I can count, why aren't I using them? Alex thought, and his cyan eyes started to glow a bright green. As the dealer's eyes went wide, a rod of malachite ripped through the sleeve of Alex's long sleeve shirt and rapidly grew towards the gun. When the rod reached the weapon, the rod encased the gun in a crystal of malachite, with a piece of malachite lodged behind the trigger so the dealer could fire the weapon. The dealer tried to pull the trigger, but he couldn't do it because the malachite was almost twice the strength of concrete, so he weapon hand might as well been encased in solid iron. "What the?!" the dealer exclaimed in fear, but he didn't get to say anything else, for a second rod of malachite grew out from the other sleeve and nailed the criminal in the forehead, hard.
The dealer crumpled to the floor with his weapon hand being suspended in mid-air thanks to the fact that Alex was still holding onto the weapon via a malachite rod with a crystal head. The crystal retracted away from the dealer's hand as if it was melting until all that was trapped withing the crystal was the gun, and the dealer's arm fell to the ground, Alex placed the gun on the counter, recalled all of the malachite, and placed a clay pot upside down onto the gun so if the dealer woke up, he wouldn't see the weapon at first and lunge for it. Alex was sure the dealer was still alive since he didn't hit him that hard.
With his eyes still glowing green, he turned to face Lilith and Penelope. "Are you two alright?" Alex asked in his kind and calm tone.
While all of this stuff was going on inside the shop, a man that was standing on the opposite side of the street was gazing at the shop, a very annoyed look on his face as he took out his cell phone and held it up to his ear, which had a bald spot right above it. "Hey, it's me. I thought you said picking up this shipment of M-drug was going to be a cake walk from that old fart, but the store has changed hands. Is that shipment still in there?... So basically all I have to do is go in there, ask for a red vase, get out, and break the vase to get all of the M-drug pills out of it? Sounds easy enough, and everyone would think that the owner of the shop was the one who supplied me with the drugs since the pills are inside the lining of a pot instead of a bag. However, from now on I want to get my shipments straight from you. You're my supplier after all, I'm paying you for this stuff... don't get me that 'well how about I just fine a new dealer' trash! I'm the best dealer around, and you're the best supplier! The two of us are suppose to work together!... yeah, alright, fine. But enough of going on these wild goose chases for your stuff! From now on, the more rings I have to jump through to get the next shipment, the less I'm paying you for it. Peace out!" the man in the leather jacket with chains and hung up his cell phone before he started to cross the street.
While that conversation was going on outside, Alex was smiling and nodding as Lilith was telling Alex which shape to make the pot, and he was writing all of these figures down. He was taking his time in writing it all down so he wouldn't miss anything. It was when Lilith agreed to Alex suggestion of putting Penelope's drawing on a plate that his smile broadened, and seeing Penelope's reaction made him smile even more, though he was a little surprised that the child was trying to keep herself calm, as if she understood that being too hyper could result in property damage. With another nod, Alex stated "You're welcome." to Penelope before turning back to his paper as he calculated how much clay and time he would need. After a moment, he put the pen down. "Okay, all of this is easily doable, but it will take me time to make the pot and glaze a plate, and even longer to fire them and then let them cool. It could take as much as 12 hours. Is this alright for you two?" Alex asked, waiting on giving them the full price until they were sure they were willing to wait that long to get their new pottery, but at least they didn't have to stay all of those 12 hours here.
As Alex waited for Lilith's answer, the door opened again, and the man with a bald spot over his right ear and a leather jacket covered with chains. The malachite manipulator glanced up and realized that this was the man that he was expecting to pick up the red pot that was in the back. "I'll be with you in a moment sir." Alex stated as he turned back to Lilith, then his brow furrowed when he realized that he recognized the man, and he slowly turned back to the man that was headed for the counter. "My business won't be put on hold. I ordered a red pot and I... want... it..." The man started to demand when he reached the counter and he had shoved himself right between Penelope and Lilith, but his voice trailed off when he got a good look at Alex's face. "Wait... you!" the man exclaimed loudly as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small hand gun. "You're that guy that nearly got me busted by the cops for murder!" the man shouted in a rage filled shout, and Alex's shoulders slumped. "Oh dear..."
When Lizzy's cheeks went red after he had asked her why she was mimicking him, Alex cocked an eyebrow, puzzled. Was she embarrassed about it or something? He grew even more puzzled when she broke off eye contact and started to gaze at her own shoes, as if she was afraid of him now. There wasn't any reason to be afraid of him... unless a person knew what he could do with his mutation, but there wasn't any chance at all that she new about his ability to manipulate malachite.
When the first thing that came out of her mouth was just short of her begging him not to hate her, he shook his head and smiled warmly. "Don't worry, I don't hate you at all." Alex stated calmly when she paused for a second... and then she said that she thought he was rather cute. The moment she said that, Alex's started to blush... and blush... and blush! He had blushed so much that his cheeks were redder than a ripe tomato and and his lower lip started to tremble. "I.. uh... you... eh... um... cute?" Alex sputtered as he stumbled over his own words, clearly showing her that he didn't have any prior girl experience either. Everything else she said went in one ear and out the other.
The malachite manipulator just stood there blushing like an idiot until Lizzy held out her hand and introduced herself as Elizabeth, and stated that everyone normally called her Lizzy. Alex glanced down at her hand, gulped, and slowly raised his own trembling hand and shook hers. "I... uh... ga... I'm R-Rook." Alex stated as he continued to stumble over his words as he blushed even more, even though it looked like it wasn't humanly possible to blush that much.
Right now, Alex was wishing he didn't get out of his pottery shop today, and was thinking to himself that he would prefer to face an army on his own then be blushing right now.
When the woman that Alex was talking to didn't turn to look at him but instead started to place her little book into her pack and started to gaze at the park, Alex grew a little puzzled. Normally people would look at the person they were talking to, but in this case she wasn't looking at him, which was odd. Still though, her comment about the person mimicking Alex being a pro made Alex nod... though since he was starting to think that this woman was the ventriloquist that was toying with him, and she was praising herself. Since he couldn't prove it though, he just shrugged that thought off.
It was when he was several feet a way from her that he suddenly heard his own voice again, and this time it was answering him when he had apologized for disturbing her. "I knew it!" Alex exclaimed as he whirled around and saw that she was running at full tilt away from him, and he took off after her. He was a lot faster then he used to be, but he still wasn't getting any closer to her since she appeared to be just as fast as him. When she took cover behind a tree and glanced back though, Alex was just a close to her when he started chasing her, and now he was quickly catching up to her when she stopped in order to see if he was still chasing her, and he caught up to her as a result.
"Okay, one question before anything else, why did you decide to mimic me?' Alex asked her when he was right next to her. His breathing was fairly even he wasn't even tired from it.
Seconds after Alex had asked the little girl if she was alright, the woman that didn't sweat knelt down next to him and thanked the child for saving her cat, and asked to have it back. The child handed the terrified animal back, and gave Alex the biggest smile he had ever seen as she said that his malachite was beautiful. The last time Alex saw such a smile was on his niece's face when he brought her a Christmas present. As the child reached for him though, Alex's right cheek exploded with pain and heat as the mother slapped him across the face. She hit him hard enough, and since he wasn't expecting it, that Alex went from his kneeling position to being on his rear end, holding his throbbing cheek. "OW!" Alex exclaimed just before the mother called him a freak and rushed off with her daughter in tow.
Alex slowly stood up while rubbing his swore cheek, which was soon going to be red and swollen from how hard she hit him. He glanced over at the woman holding the kitten, and finally realized that most of the people there had fled, while those that had remained had formed a circle around him and the woman. Glancing around and the crowd, Alex knew exactly where this was going to be headed. "Mutie! What the heck were you thinking?! Touching that woman's daughter with your power?? You contaminated her!" said one man as he prodded a finger at Alex. "Why do you mutants even exist?! Can't you just curl up and die so we can live our lives peacefully?" A woman shouted as she glared at him with a look that would've made him drop dead if looks could kill. "That guy in that truck was a friend of yours, wasn't he? An attempt to fake being a hero so we would like you! How stupid do you think we are?!" another man said as he threw an unopen can of soda at Alex... which the malachite manipulator caught in mid air with a bare hand and checked the date of the can before he wiped off the top of the can, then opened it and took a sip since it was still cold and he was still sweating a whole bunch. That one action that Alex just did made it clear that he didn't really care what people said about him at all. "All I did was use my gifts to save another person's life. And you condemn me for this? Geez, and you humans wonder why my kind doesn't like you." Alex stated calmly after he swallowed.
Another man snorted at this, walked over to his car, grabbed a baseball bat, and came back over to the circle of people that had Alex and the woman surrounded. See the man coming back with a bat, Alex gave the woman a worried look through his glowing green eyes. "Ma'am, you should leave. This could get ugly." Alex stated as he unzipped the jacket and let it drop off if his shoulders to the ground, revealing that his forearms were encased by the malachite bracers from his elbows to his wrists... and that his green shirt was soaked with sweat to the point that it was sticking to his skin so the tattoo on his shoulder was visible though the material... along with all of the scars that littered his upper arms. The shirt hid the scars on his chest, stomach, and back, while the malachite hid the scars on his forearms. Alex wasn't running. He was standing his ground and was going to fight if he had to.
But only if he had to. What he wanted to do was to get these people to forget the idea of attacking him and to leave him alone, and at the moment they were beyond rationally talking it out. He had no choice but to scare them away. Thankfully that was quite easy with his power. "If you people are asking for a fight though, I will give you one, but you will be the ones to strike first." Alex stated as the malachite grew into his hands so he was holding a sword hilt in each hand, and from those hilts grew two three three foot long blades, each one with a bunch of jagged razors on their blade edges, and extremely sharp. The razors started to rotate along the edges of the blades so the swords were more like chainsaw swords, and they started to make a whistling sound because of how fast the razors were moving. "Leave me be. I don't want to hurt you." Alex stated firmly as he slightly narrowed his glowing green eyes. Clearly, several of the people were spooked at seeing what Alex could do with his power, and started to back away. The man with the bat only laughed. "You're just trying to intimidate us! For all I know you couldn't hurt a fly with that!" The man stated, and Alex glanced in that man's direction. "You don't recognize the material that my saw swords are made of, do you? It's malachite, which is twice as strong as concrete. That bat of yours will be nothing but saw dust if you attack me with it. I'll say it again, please leave me alone." Alex stated calmly, though it was clear that he was ready for a fight if it came, and his scars showed that he had been in his fair share of battles. Several more people left, not wanting to be carved up by Alex's weapons if a fight broke out.
Alex didn't have to wait long for the woman to respond to him thinking out loud. She had a rather beautiful voice in his opinion, though what he said made him smile. She actually thought that he had been talking to himself like people with ADHD normally do... which would be a close description of Alex since he had aspergers syndrome, but he didn't talk to himself. When she asked if he had a friend that was tricking him, he chuckled slightly before shaking his head. "Nah, I don't have any friends that are ventriloquists. This is a stranger that is playing with my head." Alex replied before looking down at the ground and letting out a sad sigh. "Who am I kidding? I don't even know what a friend is these days..." Alex mumbled to himself quietly, and it was after he said it that he started to mentally pray that she didn't hear him say that.
Still leaning against the tree, Alex turned to his right so his right shoulder was against the tree, and he was now looking at the young woman that had responded to him. "Odd though, it's not that often that a person would try to mimic the voice of a complete stranger and make it a game. Some people might have a violent reaction to being toyed with. Luckily I find this funny as well." Alex stated calmly before he shifted his stance so he wasn't leaning on the tree anymore. "Ah well, sorry for disturbing you. I'll leave you be." Alex stated before he started to walk off. If that voice that sounded like him again spoke up right then and there, then he knew that she was the one mimicking him.
((OOC: sorry for short post. brain dead at the moment.))
Seeing the small girl's reaction to his offer of being able to draw up on the counter away from the dusty floor made Alex smile warmly and gave him a fuzzy feeling inside. He always loved seeing children happy, and was more then willing to make a fool of himself if it meant he could make them laugh... though doing that here and now was a bad idea since he was trying to make his first sale. "You're welcome little one, and please call me Mr. Davis." Alex stated politely before turning back to Lilith.
As he listened to Lilith's request of what she wanted and that she had lost her first pot because of an accident, Alex nodded thinking of how he was going to make the pot. It was actually going to be easy to make it. It was when the little girl chipped in saying that Jezebel wouldn't something, but a look from Lilith cut the child off. Alex assumed that Jezebel was a friend of the child and she broke it while the two of them were playing a game. Accidents happen, and there was no stopping them. "Hm... white and brown and being about a foot tall is relatively easy. How wide do you want it, and what shape?" Alex asked as he walked behind the counter and pulled on a string, which opened up a curtain to show off several different types of pots, jugs, bowls, and cups that he could make. Alex motioned at the pot shapes. Some where hour glass shaped, others were wide at the bottom and narrowed at the top while others were narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, some where completely straight, and some were so wide that the looked like big circles. "Any of these shapes fit the bill, or would you like a different shape? Would you like a handle two?" Alex asked politely as he grabbed some of his own paper and a pencil and started to draw out a diagram of the pot, making out the size and shape for it.
As he did this, Penelope's drawings caught Alex's eyes and he glanced over at them. From his point of view, the drawing was actually quite good. Then a thought came to him, and he smiled. "Your drawing is quite good. If you two want, I could put her drawing onto a plate so she can admire her work as she eats her breakfast." Alex mentioned calmly, though it was right after he said it that he was wondering if he was starting to sound like a salesman instead of a potter, trying to get people to buy more products then they need.
It wasn't long after the acorn knocked him on the forehead that Alex heard an onslaught of laughter that sounded like they were coming from a woman, which was followed by the sound of his own voice again, commenting on that the nut hitting him on the head looked like it hurt. "Not really, but playing a game of hide and go seek wasn't really on my list of things to do today. Where are you?" Alex asked out loud as he spun around on his heel, trying to catch sight of the person that was mimicking him. When he heard the voice taught him by challenging him to catch the mimicker, Alex's lips curled into a smirk as he caught a glimpse of very wavy blond hair. Bingo. He now had a possible lead on who was playing with his head.
As he walked towards the tree that he caught the sight of hair at, he started to wonder if the person was doing this to annoy him, or simply to have fun with him. Either way, Alex was sure that it was a complete stranger. He knew of only one person with long blond hair, but she had straight hair and she wouldn't play this time of game with him. This was someone else that Alex didn't know. As he stepped around a tree, he saw a woman with very wavy blond hair, scribbling a book. Her hair seemed similar to the hair he saw before, but that didn't mean that she was the one that playing with him. As Alex started to walk pass her, he could've sworn that there was a tiny smile on her face, and when he caught a tiny glimpse of what she was scribbling into her book, it looked like gibberish to him, as if she wasn't focusing on it.
Alex walked passed her and leaned against the same tree that she was up against, only on the opposite side. A female ventriloquist was actually more common then a male, so it was possible that she was mimicking him, but he wasn't sure. In order to find out, he tried to get her to respond to an odd question that wasn't really address to her. "Lets see... if I were a ventriloquist, where would I hide from someone I'm playing tricks on? Maybe under their nose or right behind them."
As Alex walked passed a set of trees, he considered taking out his new cell phone in order to take a picture of this beautiful day. Sure it was hot out, but it was still beautiful. Now that he was wearing a light long sleeve shirt that was white instead of his normal black leather jacket, he could enjoy the day without his malachite melting on his arms... figurative speaking of course. Alex was reaching into his pants pocket when he heard something that sounded completely wrong... his own voice coming from a different location, saying exactly what he had just said. "What the?" Alex asked out loud as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and glanced around in the direction he thought he heard the sound of his own voice.
All he could see was a tree though. Curious, he walked over to the tree and looked around behind it, but found nothing. "That was odd..." Alex muttered. He was about to shrug it off when he heard his voice again, this time the voice was asking him if the day was lovely, and it was coming from a different tree. Alex whirled around to face the tree, and didn't see anyone else there. He walked over to the tree and looked around it, and still found no one, even when he looked up and shook a few of the branches... and all that came out of the tree was a nut that bobbed him on the forehead. "Ow." Alex commented, though it didn't hurt that much at all.
Glancing around, Alex stood there among the trees, thinking to himself as he rubbed his bearded chin with his right hand. "What in the world is going on? How could I be hearing my voice coming from a different direction? No way could it be a recording since the voice said something that I didn't say. Possibly a ventriloquist mimicking for fun, but no ventriloquist can duplicate someone's voice the first time they've heard it." Alex mused out loud before glancing at the other trees and a nearby bush, and shook his head. "Or I could be going nuts, which I hope isn't the case." Alex stated as he used his little finger to flick a bead of sweat away from his eyes. He glanced around again, and started to head towards a tree that he hadn't gone towards before hand, not realizing he had just walked right passed the person that was toying with him.
While the store had only been open for an hour or two, it seemed only like a few minutes for Alex when two people entered his shop, a young woman who looked like she was in her mid-20's, and she had a small girl with her that looked to be about 10 years old, and the two looked to be related. Alex took a guess in thinking that the small child was either the woman's sister or niece since they looked so much alike, but there was no chance that the little girl was the woman's daughter since the girl was too old to be the woman's daughter... at least that was what Alex hoped since the woman would've had to be 15 when she gave birth for that girl to be her daughter.
"Hello there miss. Welcome to my shop. Feel free to look around as much as you like." Alex stated before walking out from behind the counter and watched as the little girl ran off to a small corner in his shop and started to draw on some paper when she sat down on the floor. This made Alex frown a little bit because the floor had a small coating of clay dust. It was impossible for anyone to keep clay off of the floor in a pottery shop since the forming of clay sculptures always resulted in clay dust getting thrown into the air, and it would go everywhere. Now, Alex knew that the former owner did his best to keep the store clean, but the dust always came into the front of the store from the back because he didn't have a door in between the front and back halves of the shop, a problem that Alex planned on rectifying once he earned enough cash to buy a door. With that in mind, Alex reached behind the counter and pulled out a stool that was fairly clean, and set it in front of the counter. "Little one, there's no need to get your drawings dirty on the floor. Feel free to sit here if you wish and draw on the counter if you want to keep the dirt away from you art." Alex stated kindly before he turned to the woman. He wasn't really worried about the child breaking any pots while at the counter, he didn't keep any there in case he needed to jump over the counter quickly to handle a rude customer.
With that aside, Alex addressed the woman, Lilith, saying "Is there anything in particular that you are looking for ma'am? I can create a custom piece for you if you don't see what you want on the shelves." Alex stated calmly. He was a little outside his element since he had never owned a store before. A locksmithing business was one thing, but this was something else. As a locksmith, he kept everyone away from his merchandise since people might steal it, while a potter would proudly display it. He would get use to it over time.
Alex was taking a leisurely stroll through the central park, just waiting for time to pass. Just recently he had finished filling out the paper work required to purchase a pottery shop that he planned on starting his own pottery business within, and now all he had to do was wait for the big wigs to finish processing the paper work and call him on his new cell phone and let him know that he can send the check to the store's current owner. There was nothing to do in the meantime but take a walk or have some time to himself in his motel... and he chose to get some fresh air.
As he walked through the park, Alex noticed a squirrel darting from tree to tree, gathering nuts and taking them to a central tree for her babies to eat. The malachite manipulator kept his eyes on the squirrel, then watched with a smile as the squirrel's eyes went wide before it darted off, with a golden retriever chasing after it... with the dog's owner trying to reel in his dog via leash as he chased after the pooch. It was actually a rather funny sight since it reminded Alex of the Pixar movie Up, in which a golden retriever named Dug always kept on looking off to the side saying 'squirrel!' before returning to his current conversation.
One moment though the squirrel darted passed Alex and he had to jump to the side to avoid getting run over by the dog followed by his angry owner. "That's one way to get your daily exercise." Alex stated with a chuckle, in which the unhappy dog owner responded with a glare before he lost his grip on the leash and the dog took off after the squirrel... which climbed up a tree that was on the edge of the park. The owner quickly caught up to the dog when it stopped at the base of the tree to bark.
With a smile, Alex turned around, causing the wind to catch his hair so it softly blew through his curly brown hair and his flawless cyan eyes sparkled when the sunlight reflected off of them. For a second, but only a split second, there was a warm greenish glow in Alex's eyes, but it quickly faded as he shielded his eyes from the sun with a hand, and continued his walk. "I wish every day could be these nice." Alex mused as he walked passed another tree. What he didn't notice was that the tree's shadow wasn't shaped properly, as if there was something or someone hiding behind it.
Alex stood on the side walk of West 58th street near Avenue of the Americas, smiling up at the sign that hung from the small shop that he was standing in front of. It was a pottery shop that had belonged to a elderly man named Eric that Alex had met with several times, considering the idea of buying the Eric's shop because he wanted to retire, and Alex needed a source of income if he was going to be living in the Big Apple from now on. Alex had demonstrated his sculpting talents to the elder and Eric had been impressed to the point that he offered to sell the shop to Alex at half his asking price since Alex was going to use the shop for the same thing that Eric had used it for. However, the whole mess of Alex heading back to Kansas for a month or two and thrown a wrench into their plans, and it was only now with Alex coming back that Eric was finally able to get the shop off of his hands.
With a satisfied sigh, Alex's smile broadened as he read what was on the sign out loud to himself. "Davis Pottery Shop." "Aye. It has a nice ring to it sonny. They just finished putting the sign up this morning. Darn youngsters just couldn't get the blasted thing straight. I hope you put my old shop to good use. Here, I think you'll need these." stated Eric, whom was standing next to Alex, and handed the malachite manipulator the keys to the shop and a grand opening sign to hang in the front window. Alex took them both and shook Eric's hand. "Anything I should keep in mind?" Alex asked, wondering if Eric had forgotten to tell him anything. "Yes actually. I took on a unique order for a customer that wanted a pot that was the color of blood all over. He's in his mid-30's, has black hair with a bald spot above his right ear, and likes to wear over-sized leather jackets with chains. He already paid for the pot, and I told him that you're trustworthy. Just give him the pot when he comes ant that should be the end of it." Eric stated, then with a nod, he hobbled off.
Alex watched the elderly man walk off, then walked over to the front door of his new shop, unlocked the entrance, and stepped inside. There was a piece of paper on the front door that read To whom it may concern, the owner of Eric's pottery shop has retired and sold his business to Alexander Davis, and the shop has been renamed to Davis Pottery Shop. Mr. Davis is just as skilled as Eric, and has the potential to get even better. Alex chose to leave the sign and placed the grand opening sign in the door before walking over to the front desk and took a seat behind it, and glazed at some of the clay pots and sculptures that he had created the day before with Eric in perpetration of opening his shop. There were several bowls, plates, vases, pots, mugs, and even pitchers that anyone would love. There were also several sculptures of animals and scenery around the place, all glazed so they were colored to look just like the real thing. Alex's favorite sculpture was of a shiatsu standing on its hind legs with an enormous bone in its mouth with a pink bow on its back. It was utterly adorable. The texture was so perfect and the glaze was so flawless that one would think that the sculpture was made of dog fur... until they touched it in which case they would realize it really is made of clay.
With a confidant nod, Alex awaited his first customer.
Welcome! I hope you enjoy yourself here, and I look forward to roleplaying with you at some time. I'm sure my heroic character would have some rather interesting reactions to your burning personality, pun intended.
