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?
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Posted by Skydancer on Mar 27, 2012 11:34:19 GMT -6
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For long minutes the eight black robed figures converged at the edge of the pentacle, talking in low voices. Skydancer had no way to know if that was all of them nor if there were more, although the more she thought about it the more she was certain that what the group had planned was not going to be pleasant. The robes, the candles, the pentacle on the ground, the only thing that seemed to make sense was that they were some kind of cult and if they were a cult what did that make her and the other mutants? Some kind of ritual sacrifise? The thought struck far too close to home and chilled her to the bone.
If only she could be heard by the other mutants, Skydancer was sure she could coordinate some sort of defense. Her mutation made her far from defenseless, if only she could be let out of her little glass cage. She had never killed before but she had very effectively incapacited people and, if it came down to that most desperate sort of moment, she was pretty sure she was physical capable of it, though whether she was mentally capable of it was another matter entirely. No matter how much she banged on the side of her cage, however, she was either too far from the other mutants to catch their attention, or there was some kind of sound dampening effect in her cage.
Finally the leader, or at least Skydancer assumed he was the leader judging by the way the others looked towards him, stepped away from the the others and onto a small podium at the head of the pentacle. "My loyal followers." His voice was not particularly loud, but it was smooth and the way he carried himself demanded respect. "The time we have been planning for is finally at hand. We shall make the proper tributes and in return we shall recieve the power we so rightfully deserve." The cheering from the others sent chills of fear down Skydancer's spine.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 26, 2012 19:27:06 GMT -6
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Ooh, Skydancer has parents and a supportive family in general although she may be a little old for a parents day, per say. Still, I think it could be interesting to get her involved.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 26, 2012 11:16:00 GMT -6
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"Yup... Home sweet home. I know, it seems too good to be true, huh? That's exactly how I felt when I first came here. Y'know, for the first whole week I had the sneaking suspicion that they were really a bunch of cannibals, luring mutants in with the promise of food and shelter. Haven't been eaten yet, though, so I guess we're fine there."
"Too good to be true." Skydancer nodded, feeling more than slightly stunned and overwhelmed. How quickly things could change, going from life on the streets to, maybe, a life of comparable luxury in an amazing place that offered everything she could ever need to get by and, by the looks of it, get by relatively comfortably. If, of course, it wasn't actually too good to be true and so far she wasn't quite convinced.
"Well, for now we find you a guest room. In the morning we can get you someone to fill out all that pesky paperwork. That kinda stuff ain't my strong suit. I can show you where the kitchen is if you get hungry and want a snack, but the tour can wait until tomorrow too, if you're tired. Basically, the person you talk to will get you a room, and you can see about classes. If, down the line, you decide you want to help out around here, there's a bunch of things you can do to help... I've never been one for sitting around, so I tried out to become one of the X-men."
"What kind of paperwork?" Skydancer asked, the suspicion back in her tone of voice. "And what are the X-Men? I'm willing to help, to contribute for my food and shelter but this is all still a little hard to take in..." Which was putting things mildly, as far as she was concerned. In the past she might not have thought twice about such kindness, but that was a long time ago. Or rather, that was only a short time ago but it sure did feel like a long time ago.
"Careful not to make a racket. People are probably sleeping."
Skydancer nodded and did her best to follow as silently as possible. "I want to say thankyou again for this. I'm not...I still don't know what I think of it, but I know it has to be better than sleeping on the streets. Even if you aren't quite what you seem." She realized just how tired she was, right at that moment, to be so honest with her feelings. It wasn't exactly the most diplomatic thing she could have said, especially since he was basically rescuing her from a life of homelessness.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 26, 2012 11:06:28 GMT -6
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"Tsk task Skydance, we mutants should not be so fast to put ourselves down. Only gives the humans license."
Everyone, it seemed, was more posative about the whole mutant thing than Skydancer was. Then again, Thomas probably had it a lot easier than her. Whatever his power was, and she had learned enough that she knew she couldn't begin to guess by appearance alone, at least he blended into a crowd. None of those who fit in could fully understand what it was like for the freaks among the mutant kind. None of them.
"As to why, look at me!" He gestured his hands broadly. "Black shirt, black tie, silver suit, and pasty white skin. You know what I need in my life? Color. And you're a gorgeous shade of purple."
"I appreciate the sentament, Thomas, truly I do." Skydancer flashed him a grin. It was easier when the person she was talking to wasn't put off but the fact that she was purple; it made her almost feel human again. "But why would you ever want to be purple or even be associated with a purple woman? We colourful mutants aren't well liked you know." What was his game? Anyone who was willing to flirt with her, in broad daylight, wasn't to be trusted. When she still looked human, well, that might have been different but she had learned a lot in the short time she had been a mutant. She had learned not to trust.
"Come with me, I know the best place to get coffee in town, and I can guarantee a fun time"
Skydancer looked around suspsiously, while trying to keep her glances subtle. Something was up, she could feel it, but nothing seemed out of place. Was it possible that he was, in fact, just wanting to go for something purely innocent like coffee? Doubtful. But maybe worth the risk anyway. "If you don't mind a few stares following us and you're buying, how could I possibly say no to a charming offer like that?" Another charming smile was offered in his direction.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 25, 2012 13:14:38 GMT -6
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It had been a week since Skydancer had been rescued from the streets and gone to The Mansion although it seemed like a lot longer than that had passed. She still hadn't gotten over her distrust of the place or the apparently altruistic people who ran it, mainly because she know longer believed altruism existed. For the time being, however, she was content with biding her time until she could discover what their true motivations were and where she stood in the whole situation. Really, what more could she do other than returning to the streets where she was miserable, hungry and cold? That was no kind of life to live and even knowing she was probably secretly being used or being groomed to be used for something was better than returning to that. For the moment at least.
The only way Skydancer was ever going to have a chance to actually get out of the potentially constricting situation, she decided, was to actually start learning to once again interact with the world at large. She had met two mutants recently, two freaks like her, both reptiles and between the two of them, she had actually started to feel like maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to make the best of her situation. It was never the fact that she was a mutant that bothered her; she truly did love her powers. It was the fact that she was a freak and a monster and no matter where she went or what she did she would feel the judgement, fear and hatred of the humans around her. But if her two reptile friends (if they could be called that since she didn't exactly know them well) could make the best of it, then she had to at least try herself. Especially Dahlia, the sweet little lizard who had only been a mutant for a very short while. Her optimism was a true inspiration.
The first thing Skydancer wanted to do was to acquire herself a wig. Just because she had no hair didn't mean she couldn't get herself some fake hair. So, dawning a long trench coat, gloves, dark glasses and a wide brimmed hat, she left the safety of the Mansion walls and went into the city. She had asked around and been told about an area of the city that was more accepting of mutants and that's exactly where she planned to go in order to get her wig. Surely someone there would be more understanding and willing to help with her own rather unique dilemma. Hair wouldn't' solve the whole purple skin problem, but it would at least make her look a little more normal. And maybe she could even get some heavy duty makeup to hide her purple skin too.
While walking to her destination, Skydancer received a smile and a wink from a young man passing her on the street. Aside from some momentary confusion as to why anyone would do anything vaguely flirtatious in her direction, she didn't pay much attention to him. This was a big city, after all, and everyone was out doing their own things. What concern of hers was it really?
Deciding she needed a small break from all the walking, Skydancer sat down on a bench and simply watched the world around her for a few minutes. Startled, she suddenly realized the man who had winked at her before was now sitting beside her and offering to buy her coffee. Trying to mask her surprise, and mostly succeeding, she replied in kind. "Skydancer. And why would you want to buy a freak like me coffee?" Her tone was only slightly self-deprecating, the edge taking off with the smile she offered to accompany it.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 25, 2012 11:23:18 GMT -6
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The trip down the hallway seemed very long to Skydancer's mind, although it could have just been the situation. She stood in the center of the cage, legs wide in order to ensure stability. Talking, clearly, didn't make any difference to the situation so she simply said nothing at all. Eventually they would make their intentions clear and when they did, she would be ready for them.
After a time, Skydancer's glass prison stopped moving in the middle of a large square room. In the center of the room was a large pentacle drawn on the floor with candles ringing the the outside. There were two other passages leading into the center room that she could see from her vantage point. The two that had wheeled her prison stopped just outside of the pentacle and joined another pair of blacked robed figures. They conversed in voices too low for Skydancer to hear.
After a few minutes a second cage was wheeled in pushed by 2 more black robed individuals. This one was a more traditional sort of cage than Skydancer's own, with mesh wiring on its wall and ceiling. The individual inside, clearly a mutant, couldn't have been more than 16. He had brightly coloured feathered wings, every colour of the rainbow in fact, and an equally colourful plume of a tail. He huddled in the bottom of the cage, clearly miserable. A couple of minutes later a third and final cage was wheeled out of the third passageway, this one made of what appeared to be plastic. The mutant, or at least Skydancer assumed she was a mutant, inside looked completely normal but had a look of defiance on her face that suggested she refused to be considered helpless. Once the third cage was wheeled out, all the black robed individuals converged in the center of the room, next to the pentacle.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 24, 2012 11:29:08 GMT -6
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Skydancer stood as she heard the footsteps, her body tense and ready. She hated that dress more than ever, in just that moment. It made her feel weak at a time when weakness was the very last thing she wanted or needed. If there was one advantage having purple tubes visible under your skin at all times should give you, it was intimidation but even that slim advantage felt robbed because of the horrible lacy dress she was forced to wear. Maybe if she were a less modest person she'd just remove it, but she wasn't.
There were two sets of footsteps and eventually those two footsteps emerged to become to men garbed in black robes and masks. "What do you want with me," Skydancer asked, feigning both confidence and anger. Well, feigning confidence anyway, the anger was very much real. The men did not respond, but simply kept walking up to her clear prison. They stopped in front of it and began conversing in voices too quiet for Skydancer to properly hear. "What are you going to do with me?" Still no response.
Finally, after several minutes of speech, the men seemed to have come to some sort of understanding. They walked behind the glass cage and Skydancer turned to follow their actions. The two men fiddled with something just outside her line of view before the entire enclosure began to move, the two men pushing it. "Where are you taking me? I demand to know!" Despite the fury in her voice, the men still did not respons.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 24, 2012 11:21:57 GMT -6
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“Firsst thingss firsst. You are no monsster. Your brother didn’t die because of you, He died becausse ssome ******* bigot. Thosse people that came and attacked you and your family were monsterss. My father wass a monsster. You and I, are not. I’m not ssaying we are normal humans either. But we aren’t monsterss. Freaks, sure if you mean freaking awessome. I’m ssorry you didn’t get your dream, You aunt’s ability might be neat, If you’d like I can teach you how to do some origami. Its not the same, but it could be fun.”
Skydancer agreed with the first part at least. Even if things had been partially her fault, that certainly didn't eliminate the guilt of the bigoted gang that had come and attacked her family. Justice was something she dearly wanted done to them, although she wasn't sure it was ever going to happen. "How can you be ok with looking like you do?" she asked, passion in her voice. "I don't mean to insult you or suggest that you're ugly or anything like that, but its the stares! Everywhere you go you're stared at and you can see their mouths move and you know they're snickering and mocking you just out of range of hearing. How do you deal with it, being an outcast like that?" That was what it came down to, in the end. How did one deal with being an outcast for the rest of their life? Maybe for some it was easier than others, but Skydancer had always craved human companionship and that seemed impossible now.
“ I can’t sspeak for the ssanctuary, though from what I can tell, it’s the ssame over there asss well, If you want to, you can ssimply live life. You can just go to sschool here, live here, learn here. Pick up the sslack if you ssee any in the choress. Make ssure you know how to control your powerss responssibly If not practice and learn how to. That’ss the mosst anyone will assk of you here. If you want and I mean want to do more, thiss iss where the x-men are bassed. They sstand for a world that encouragess peace and undersstanding between humanss and mutantss alike, the Order is bassed out of the ssanctuary, they are mutant ssupremacisstss for the mosst part, They don’t care who they hurt or how bad to get their way. I told you all that sso you would know what any fighting wass over. That ssaid, you don’t have to be a part of that sstruggle. at all, ever. Not if you don’t want to.”
That certainly didn't sound so bad. Not that Skydancer entirely believed it yet, but at least Koga came across as honest and heartfelt, unlike the man who had taken her from the streets. He had worn a mask and that was deceptive in a way changing one's skin colour never could be. If it was true, however, the question was why anyone would help while gaining nothing in return? She frowned, considering what possible motivations whoever owned and operated The Mansion might have.
"I know how to use my powers." In demonstration, another tube shot out of the top of Skydancer's neck and wrapped around a branch above her, hoisting her up onto the higher branch. She then lowered herself back down to her previous position, making sure her anchoring tubes were still in place. "I guess I have it better than some. My power isn't one that ever really spiraled out of control, although sometimes I don't know my own strength. As for the rest of it, it sounds good. Too, good, in fact, to be true. Maybe I've grown paranoid, but I find it hard to trust it." She shrugged, her agitation showing despite the casual nature of the gesture.
“You sshould however, be a part of our family. It can be rough asss one of the freakss out there, and around here, we aren’t even freakss. Just a couple more friends around the housse going to the craziesst sschool there ever wass. And you might not need thiss like I did when I firsst got here but..”
Such a simple gesture but to Skydancer it meant more than mere words and she actually had to fight off tears as she returned the hug. "You...you're a family? And you want me to be a part of it?" That was one thing she never thought she'd ever have again.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 23, 2012 18:25:58 GMT -6
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The 'I love it here' sure did sound authentic to Skydancer's ears. Of course, she had no way to know just how good a lier a lizard boy who could change to blend into the background might be. A stealhty power alluded to a potentially stealthy individual but then, maybe that was being unfair. Was it discrimination to judge a person's personality based upon their powers? Probably.
Skydancer listened to Koga's story intentently, feeling worse as he went along. How could she feel so sorry for herself when, apparently, there were others out there that had it so much worse than she did? At least her family was supportive of her and she was hardly the first mutant to crop up in her family tree. That made it easier, in some ways, although it also made it so much worse when her idealistic youthful ideas of what it meant to be a mutant were so brutally shattered. Because she was one of the freaks. Because it wasn't anything like how her aunt made it out to be. Because her brother died and it was her fault for being a freak.
"I can tell somethings on your mind."
Skydancer nodded, deciding to return honesty with honesty. Because, colour shifter or not, Koga seemed to be the honest sort and she couldn't, in good conscience, reply with anything less. As she spoke, her eyes wondered to a rather fascinating patch of ground below her. "Do you know, my greatest dream growing up was to become a mutant? I had an aunt and she could make the amazing little oregami creatures with her power. They were colourful and entertaining and I thought it was so amazing and I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I guess you could say she was my idol. Except that when my own powers developted, it wasn't at all like I thought it would be. I didn't have a little parlour trick to amuse my friends, I turned into some kind of distrubing freak, the monster everyone was afraid of and it was aweful. Then, when the gang came and attacked my family and killed my brother, well, that was it. An innocent died because of me, because I was a monster and so I fled for the protection of my family. And I ended up here, in this surprsingly welcoming place except I know there's more going on here than simply welcoming wayward mutants. I know there's some kind of conflict and that, sooner or later, I'm going to be expected to pick a side and I don't want to be involved in anyone's war and I don't even know what the sides stand for."
Skydancer lifted her eyes to meet those of Koga. She hadn't meant to say quite so much, but what was said could hardly be unsaid.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 23, 2012 12:06:13 GMT -6
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"No problem! I mean, mutants like us have it harder than the normal ones. Everyone gets sad and we deserve to be sad a little more often because of that."
Skydancer nodded. The girl really was an inspriation for people like her. She was so strong and brave, taking everything in stride in a way Skydancer had never been able to do. If she was smart she'd learn from the little lizard girl. In fact, she vowed, that's exactly what she'd do. If Dahlia could remain posative in light of all the difficulties of being a freak, then why couldn't she?
"Say, did you wanna go see the Sanctuary for yourself? I gotta go back soon anyway and we could ask someone about those murder rumors. I really don't wanna stay there if murders really have happened there!"
"I would love to," Skydancer agreed and this time her smile was genuine. Seeing Sanctuary for herself was exactly what she needed to do in order to increase her own options. If anyone was going to try to force her to become a pawn in a war she wanted no part of, then the least she could do was at least educate herself on the two sides of the conflict. Besides, if the rumours of the murders were true, then would it be right of her to have Dahlia stay there, young as she was? She seemed to be doing well enough, true, but the risk of murder and law breaking was nothing that a young girl should have to go through.
"Of course it's totally ok if you don't. I mean we just met and all. It's just that you're the first mutant I've met that didn't look like all the other humans out there and it's kinda nice being around someone else like that."
"You're the first mutant I've met that didn't look human too. Maybe we should start a club for us freaks or something?" Skydancer winked at the girl as she got to her feet. "I'm guessing you can make you're own way down?" She walked to the edge of the building, preparing to jump.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 23, 2012 11:51:04 GMT -6
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“My Apologiess for ssuprissing you. It wass either that or wait and ssee if you noticed me eventually in which I would have caught you off guard probably. I do it in a little bit of a different way, but the Idea iss essentially the ssame hold on, and don’t let go. Sso, how do you like then manssion sso far?”
Skydancer nodded her understanding. Before coming to New York, the only encounters she had previously had with mutants had been the kind to blend in perfectly with human socieity and she had assumed that must be the majority of them. Since coming to the city, however, two of the four mutants she had spoken to were the type to stand out, freaks just like her and she was beginning to expect they were more common than she had first believed. Then again, both of them had also been reptile mutants so perhaps it was just reptile mutants that were common rather than freaks in general.
"The Mansion is fine," Skydancer answered, though doubt about the whole situation could be heard in her voice. In its way, The Mansion was actually pretty amazing. They provided her with food, clothing, shelter and others of her kind. She felt very little animosity about her strange appearance there and suspected, if she would only drop her walls, that she might even find acceptance. The problem was that she didn't trust any of it. There was an ideological war going on in the city, between those at The Mansion and those at Sanctuary and she felt an unstated pressure to choose a side in a war she didn't entirely understand. One day, and she didn't know when that day would be, she was certain that the war she wanted no part of would come to her and she would be forced to choose. By the time that day came, she hoped to have a better understanding of both sides of the conflict. She wasn't about to be anyone's unwitting pawn.
Skydancer returned to a more comfortable crowched position so she wasn't looming over Koga. "Have you been at The Mansion long?"
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 23, 2012 11:27:41 GMT -6
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Although Skydancer had no way to accurately keep track of the time, she was fairly sure at least a couple of hours passed while she was in her glass prison. Nothing was inside her prison except for her and the bed she found herself on. Outside the little glass box was clearly inside some dimly lit building. She saw no people around and could make out very few of the details of the room. It was lit from above and the roof and walls, from what she could tell, were bare.
As for the dress, Skydancer hated it. Not only was it far too short, but frills and lace weren't something she had ever been entirely comfortable in. It wasn't that she wasn't femanine, but rather the fact that she was an athlete and such things simply didn't mesh well with physical activity. The dress itself, if it had been longer, would have looked disturbing like a wedding dress and that was something she was even less comfortable with.
Being left with nothing but her thoughts made Skydancer profoundly anxious. Why had they taken her and what did they want with her? They must have been following her, she decided, probably for some time otherwise how would they have known to put her in such a prison? They were keeping her for something, that much she knew, and probably something that was highly unpleasant. The moment she heard echoing footsteps coming from a hall just out of sight, she blanched in fear. They were coming for her and she was helpless.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 23, 2012 0:12:56 GMT -6
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Once atop the tree, Skydancer allowed a pair of shorter tubes come out of her upper legs and wrap themselves securely around the branch she now found herself perched upon. With her power, there was little risk of her actually falling unless the branch itself should, for some reason, break off of the tree which was fortunate because falling from such a height was more dangerous for her than it was for most. So she had learned, early on, how to ensure that she didn't. Even in a violent wind storm she was fairly certain she couldn't be dislodged once her tubes had gotten a firm grip.
“Hello.”
Despite the soft tone of voice, Skydancer jumped at the word and might very well have fallen had her tubes not so securely anchored her to the tree. "Oh my god, you scared me!" Even being right in front of her, it was easy to see how he could have missed him. He blended in with the tree and then suddenly his hair was purple, her colour of purple and she didn't know what to make of that but when he offered to play something she nodded and listened. It was, she thought, very beautiful.
“I am Ryuichi Koga, A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
When the reptile mutant rose to come to her branch and shake her hand, Skydancer rose as well, elongating her anchored tubes to account for the extra height needed. "I'm Skydancer. Pleased to make yours as well." This was the second lizard mutant she had now met which struck her as more than a little odd, unless there were a whole bunch of them in the city. "You seem very confident in these treetops." She offered a smile that hinted at a shared secret. After all, they were having a conversation at the top of a tree and how many people could say that?
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 22, 2012 23:22:35 GMT -6
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Hearing Dahlia talk about her own abilities to see different colours and change the patterns on her skin, not to mention the way her eyes could swivel back and forth like that, made Skydancer even more keenly aware that she was a freak even among freaks. The lizard girl was bright and colourful and just generally interesting, while Skydancer just looked like some sort of weird purple alien. Lizards were cute and innocuous, non-threatening and people kept them as pets sometimes. She didn't even know what she, herself was, but cute and petlike were two words that definitely did not apply.
"Seeing in ultraviolet must be really cool," Skydancer answered with a smile. She had learned quickly the skills of hiding what she was really thinking. Sometimes appearing confident or happy could mean the difference between being left alone and becoming the victim and she hated being the victim. Nor was she much of a fan of talking about her emotions.
"I dunno. I sure hope so. That's just scary to think about! People aren't supposed to kill other people. It's mean and the bible and the law both say it's bad!"
It was only with those words that Skydancer realized just how young the lizard girl was. It wasn't particularly easy to tell with all the scales and bright colours, but the way she talked was the way a young teenager would talk. It probably should have been obvious with the fact that she had all ready said her powers had only recently appeared, but she remembered her aunt telling her that she had been almost 18 by the time her's had appeared and Skydancer had just assumed that Dahlia was closer to her own age. It was a lot to go through, for such a young girl.
"Most people are good most of the time! It's just that this is a big city so there's gonna to be a lot of mean people too. You'll find someone nice soon I'm sure!"
"I'm sure they are," Skydancer agreed. She made an effort to appear more positive. Just because she was feeling depressed and bitter didn't mean she had to bring Dahlia down too. "I guess its just been a long last couple of months. I didn't mean to bring you down." She tried a grin on for size and found it mostly fit.
